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ask-the-official-gangreen-gang · 2 years

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Late with Ace

-The camera turns on, showing Ace in his usual, handmade chair, the rest of the gang out of sight, and three folding chairs brought in, where the Powerpuff Girls sit-

“Heeeeeey, youse people! Welcome to the premiere of my own, special weekend segment: Late with Ace! bet yer all excited, huh? Well get even more excited cause here’s...The Powerpuff Goils!!”

-The sound of applause, probably the gang as the audience-

“Thanks for bein’ patient, goils. Had stuff to take care of. But I know our followers been lookin’ forward to this interview”

“It’s no trouble. I was...skeptical, the first time you asked. but we looked through your blog to make sure you weren’t pulling any tricks. Once we realized it’d be safe, we agreed to come. We’re glad to finally be able to do this interview, honestly. so much has happened in the past years”

“No kiddin’. Alright then, let’s get started shall we? Here’s the first question: How are ya dealin’ with crime these days? If ya had to rank your favorite and hardest to beat criminals etc how would youse do it? Also just how’s life for youse guys in general? How’s the professor and the rrb?”

“Oh oh! We’re not nearly as brutal as we used to be! We try not to go overboard when we’re fighting. And the professor's great!! He's made a bunch of progress in his inventions!”

“That’s right! Him actually taught us a lesson once. remember when all of you bad guys were being good because he controlled you? And Mojo is definitely the favorite, then Fuzzy, then you guys, annnd Princess, rowdyruff boys, and Him are on the bottom. But Him and Rowdyruff boys are the hardest.”

“...I try not to, believe me. But yeah, why? And eeeeyyyy, nice!”

“Well, it made us think. We spent years beating up bad guys, but we realized we didn’t even know why they were making crime to begin with. Oh and the Rowdyruff Boys are still snot-nosed jerks.”

“Yeah! So we stopped and thought about it, and decided to be gentler from then on!”

“No wonder there’s been less doctor and dentist bills! Hehehe! Alright, next question. Huh...These two are out of ordah. Gonna switch ‘em. Okay: Did you goils know that Ace joins the band Gorillaz in the future?What are ya thoughts on that?”

"Huh?! You join Gorillaz?! No way! How?!"

"Heheh, that answers that! Murdoc Niccols is an old friend. He needed a solid, and I was the next best talent he knew!"

"We knew you had your rock band with the gang, but that's incredible, Ace! The Gorillaz are a big band. Congratulations."

"Thanks, goils. Its a fun run. And I hope that part of my life ain't over. Did ya know they're fans of the show?"

"The Gorillaz? Are Powerpuff Girls fans?!"

"Yeah, sure are! Noodle used to watch, and 2-D has a Mojo Jojo t-shirt."

"Woooow! We're famous!!!!"

"We were already famous, Bubbles..."

"...Oh yeah!"

"Hehehe. Alright, here comes the next one: Hi goils! So it seems like you’re on bettah terms with the Gangreen Gang now, has your relationship changed with any of the other villains over the years?"

"Well, our family does go camping with Fuzzy's family in the summer! Even though he still terrorizes town once in a while."

"And Mojo still favors being a villain and finds being good too 'boring'...But when we're not fighting each other he's much nicer now! Sometimes Professor even invites him and his family over to have dinner with us!"

"Yeah and Him just finds it hysterical when the Rowdyruff boys start food fights. Jerks..."

"Buttercup, you always join said food fights."

"Didn't say I didn't. Then Mojo and Him just act like proud parents when the boys create chaos."

"Wait, so Him and Mojo Jojo are co-parentin'?"

"What's co-parenting?"

"Co-parenting is when two adults not in a relationship, but share child custody, work together to raise the children in a healthy, stable environment."

"Ohhhh! Then no! Definitely not co-parenting! Heehee!"

"Waaaaait a minute. Are youse saying Mojo and Him are-"

"In a solid, normal relationship? Yup."

"Yeah! Oh! If they get married, think they'd let me be the flower girl? I'd be the cutest flower girl ever!!!"

-Buttercup facepalms herself-

"Hehehe! Talk about a juicy dish, huh people? Okay, next question: Do ya feel any remorse for the things you've done? Are youse on good terms with the gang?"

"...Yes. Yes, we do feel remorse. We were wrong back then. We thought we were experts, that good was good and bad was evil in need of a buttkicking. But we were wrong. The world isn't black and white. There's shades of grey in-between, too. We're sorry we didn't understand back then..."

"And as for the gang, yeah! We still kick their butts when they steal, but we're not as harsh about it. Sometimes we do stuff together! Especially Buttercup and-"

"Ace! Isn't it time for the next question?"

"As a matter of fact it sure is! With the origin story out I've gotta wonder, girls. Did your dad evah say anythin' to ya about the pandemic?"

"Pandemic? ....No, he...didn't. What pandemic?"

"Uh oh. If youse don't know, Then I suggest reading our story, It Ain't Easy Bein' Gangreen on AO3!"

"Let me see. Do you have a copy of it?"

-A long, green arm reaches out, holding out a bundle of paper-

"PLBBT!"

"Thank you, Grubber. Let's see..."

-Blossom proceeds to speed read the first chapter, then she looks shocked.-

"Whoa! The professor accidently started an epidemic? How come we never knew about it?"

"Dark stain on the towns history. Veeeery dark. They wanted to bury it. For several reasons."

-Blossom proceeds to speed through the technically first chapter next-

"Oh! He found a cure! So there was probably no reason to- huh?!"

"What? Let me see!"

-Buttercup grabs the papers, reading the page Blossom was on, then she looks at Ace in shock.-

"You?! The professor saved YOU?"

"Eh...Sort of. Keep readin'."

-Buttercup looks back at the paper, reading the rest-

"Huh?! You were BORN green? We always thought it was a mutation you guys suffered from later on! Cool!!"

"Nah, nah. NOT cool. As for why, well you'll have to see as more of our story comes out. Everythin' ties together."

"If you mom had Gangrene, and the prifessor cured her...And if she returned to normal after being cured...Then how could you be born green? It doesn't make sense. You shouldn't have had any Gangrene cells in your body!"

-Blossom thinks, then suddenly gasps-

"It wasn't the Gangrene! It was the-"

-Ace quickly cuts her off.-

"AH! SPOILAH ALERT! Sorry, can't let ya finish that one! That info's gonna be revealed latah on. We're strict on spoilahs."

"Ohhh. Alright, I won't say it."

-she leans over to whisper to Ace-

"Yeeeah, ya got it alright. Nice detective work. But don't tell anyone. Got it?"

"Got it!"

"Heeey no fair! I wanna know! Secrets aren't nice!"

"Sorry, no can do. You'll find out eventually."

"Hehehe, that's right! Alright that's all the time we got this week! Remember people: Tell us who YOU wanna see me interview next! Have a goodnight people!"

-Ace and the girls wave to the camera, followed by applause from the gang as the camera cuts off.-

#gangreen gang #powerpuff girls #ace #snake #big billy #arturo #grubber #blossom utonium #buttercup utonium #bubbles utonium #professor utonium #mojo jojo #Him #rowdyruff boys

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jadedxrealityw · 3 years

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-Laughter- Draco Malfoy x Female Reader

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Request: Can you do a Draco x Hufflepuff female reader where they’re cuddling in his dorm and he starts kissing her and somehow it turns into a full blown tickle fight and she’s laughing really hard and he loves her laugh and overall it’s just really fluffy and i know this is a lot to ask and I’m gonna stop now cuz I’m lonely and haha okay thanks🥰

Kody- Aw so cuteeee. I added a bit of extra extra. heehee

Warning: so much fluff you just might die

House: Hufflepuff

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“hurry up slowpoke” Draco whispers in a playful manner as you both sneak through the boy dorms of the Slytherin house. He reaches his dorm and pushes open the door, looking around the hallways before pushing you inside. “Finally” he sighs with a small smile.

you smile at him for a moment before leaning down to take off your shoes and place them by the door “Still so polite” he chuckles and wraps his arms around your waist. Your face flushes a light pink and smile “I’m just naturally polite” you say back and Draco shrugs.

you tilt your head a bit. He seemed to be in a chipper mood today and you noticed. It was Draco Malfoy we were talking about. He was usually sour and rude, but when it came to you it was like he was the most happy guy in the world. You found it adorable.

“what is going on in that pretty little head of yours?” Draco asks. He had known you long enough to know when you were in deep thought. You chuckle softly at how he knew you so well and reach up to wrap your arms around the pale boy “just wondering why your so happy today”

Draco’s face twisted into one of amused confusion and snickered “’cause i’m with you of course. You are the only person in the world who doesn’t irritate me” he explains and you nod slowly “I am amazing so it makes sense” you joke, making Draco laugh a little at your confidence.

like the hufflepuff you were, you all of the sudden craved your Slytherin boyfriends cuddles and made a pouty face at him. One that he read to well. His crouched a bit as his hands gripped the back of your thighs. You gasp as he lifts you up and leads you to his bed, dropping you onto it.

you move your hair from your face as Draco gets on his bed as well, laying down next you. He pulls of your legs over his body, so your facing him and he smirks at your surprised squeak. “Your so small compared to me” Draco laughs making you pout again.

he notices and copies your expression. Mocking you basically, which you found quite funny. Laughing softly, you were no longer pouting at the Slytherin boy. Draco heard your sweet laughter, filling him with a warm feeling. Your laughter could send him into the best mood.

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you two talked about random topics for a couple minutes. Just filling the silence with conversation you’d forget in a week or so, but it was still lovely. Turning your head up to look at him, you meet his grey eyes. Had he been staring at you?

your face flushes as you let out a nervous giggle “Why are you staring at me-” your sentence was cut off by the very eager Slytherin boy pressing his lips against yours in a sweet kiss. The kiss stuned you for a moment before you leaned in as well.

deepening your sweet exchange, the blond moves his body and yours to hover over you. You were used to Draco’s need to be on top, finding it funny. His hands travel from your face and slowly down to your sides. You let out a small giggle. Pulling away, you could see his grey eyes gleam.

oh no. Draco had found a tickle spot and he knew it. You did as well. He leans down to peck your lips once more and you think your in the clear, but when you see his infamous smirk you knew you weren’t. He went in for the kill, moving his fingers against your sides you burst into fits of laughter

“Draco no!” you protest through giggles, but your boyfriend does not stop, not at all. He was all over you as he tickled your sides, your laughter bringing a warm smile to his pale face. It was the best thing he could ever here. So innocent, sweet, and uncorrupted by the cruel world.

your continued laughing, starting to flail your arms to get the evil Slytherin off of you. Tears started to brim your eyes from so much laughing. After awhile Draco let go of your sides and smirked at your disheveled state “You are so adorable my little Hufflepuff” you pant softly, trying to catch your breath.

wiping the tears of joy from your E/c eyes as well. You gaze up at him and smile “and you are so mean my evil Slytherin” you tease and puff out your cheeks definitely not intimidating the boy, but make his heart melt. “aw you don’t mean that, darling” he knew you couldn’t resist ‘darling’

you whine and cover your flushed face, hearing Draco laugh above you at your reaction “stupid nicknames” your words muffled into your hand, but he still managed to hear, which only made him laugh more. You uncover your face and look at the blondie above you “Always know what to say to make me melt huh?”

Draco smirks, giving you a wink “That’s how you fell for me isn’t it? What kind of boyfriend would i be if i couldn’t be romantic to my girlfriend?” you smile, shrugging your shoulders “probably Ron Weasley” you joke, which made your boyfriend snicker.

a few seconds of silence go by before he lays his body on top of yours, hovering over your chest and up area so he wouldn’t crush you. He looked into your eyes with a gaze full of love as he interlocked his fingers with yours. You smile and lean up to peck his lips.

“You are absolutely wonderful Y/n L/n” he speaks in a soft whisper “and i hope that i can spend the rest of my days with you and be able to hear your beautiful laughter everyday and ‘till my dying day. I love you so much” his words were laced with love and a promise. A promise to always be with you.

you couldn’t help but smile brightly. He was confessing his love for you in the cutest way and your heart couldn’t handle it “I think my sweetness rubbed off on you Draco. What happened to my big bad Slytherin?” you teased the boy and he raises a brow in amusement “I can show you big bad Slytherin if you wan’t”

“Shush” you mumble, hitting his chest lightly. He chuckles and squeezes your hand sweetly. “you didn’t say it back” he says, making you look at him at him with a look of confusion “say what back?” you questioned and he narrows his eyes.

“tell me you love me too L/n or you will see the big bad Slytherin” he said in a slightly threatening tone, clearly flaring his dominant side. A shiver was sent down your spine, feeling small under his gaze. You composed yourself quickly and smile.

“I love you with all my heart Draco Malfoy” you say sweetly, making the boys intimidating stare fade away and be replaced with a smile. “good, because you’re stuck with me” he says and lays next to you, pulling you on top of him. You giggle and nuzzle your head into the crook of his neck.

“i wouldn’t have it any other way”

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Kody- ah ha ha ha i’m pmsing like a bitch. Requests are open blah blah blah. Anyways, peace.

#draco malfoy x you #draco malfoy x y/n #draco x reader #draco malfoy #draco malfoy x reader #x fem!reader #x female reader #x reader #harry potter #slytherin #hufflepuff #potterhead #fanfic #fanfiction

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mathmusic8 · 2 years

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Book of Boba Fett Episode 3 Reaction

Spoilers under the cut

Oh hey, it’s the spider dude from the trailer!

(Aaaand nothing happens. It's just a setting-placement shot. Nice.)

“Well now I am insulted” XD

Hmmmm. Are these water thieves the same gang that we saw in the flashbacks? Or is this merchant dude playing a double deal to get rid of some competition or something? I dunno, just smells fishy.

…oh, okay, they really are just punk kids (pardon the pun lol—the steampunk vibes are strong with these ones)

Ah, but they do have a reason, according to them

“Then you will work for me.”

Oh, I LIKE that! We’ll see how the kids take it, but I say smart move on Boba’s part

Hmmm. Making some friends is good. But also making enemies can be not good.

We’ll see how this plays out.

Always a bigger fish/bird/toad haha, nice callback

Oooh goodie, flashback time

WOW IT’S A TOWN

Pffft poor Boba’s missed a lot heehee, there ain’t no Empire round these parts no more

Ah, so Boba’s gonna single-handedly take out an entire gang. Lovely.

Wow, Banthas have long tails

Smoke? Somber music? This better not be—

Oh. Oh NO YOU DIDN’T

NO NOT THE CHIEFTAIN GUY

IS THAT THE KID’S STICK

noooooooOOOOOOO

DESTROY THEM, BOBA

(where’s the boss lady? Does that mean there might have been survivors?? PLEASE??)

Ahh, bottle up those feelings of rage until the next flashback, then

Oh. Hello Wookie. What a face to wake up to in the morning.

How did he get in?

Oh goodie, the new kids get to play too

Aww, he lets the Gamorrean use the bacta tank. That was kind of him

Hmm, so they gonna keep the Wookie as a replacement for the rancor or what?

Pfffft that’s so much food

Shand is enjoying it at least XD

Hm, so they’re meeting with the Hutts outside the palace. That’s probably smart. Make everyone sweat a bit more.

Oh. A pet rancor.

How… considerate.

And he gets the Wookie thrown in, too.

Okay, he’s building up his crowd. That’s good.

jk, he frees the Wookie. Even better.

Oh, it’s a depressed rancor.

Lovely XD

Also this trainer guy’s got a top grade chain smoker voice haha

“It is said that the Witches of Dathomir even rode them through the forest and fens”

“I want to learn to ride this one.”

“…you what.”

Oh buddy—

That is a face of Instant Regret XD

And Boba baby talking a rancor wasn’t something I knew I was longing to hear, but apparently it was XD

[Boba walks up to the mayor’s office followed by the kids on their brightly color-coded bikes]

Okay, I’m sorry, I just can’t take these kids seriously—they look like they walked straight out of a cartoon about moody cyborg teenagers XD

Haha, this major domo guy is starting to learn that Boba means nothing but trouble for him XD

…why chase the major domo? The mayor’s not with him

…why does this speed chase feel like it isn't very speedy?

…wow major domo, you’re causing like thousands of credits of damage. Hope it’s worth it to you

WAIT WAS THAT PAINTING—

PFFFT yup, that was Jabba with Boba standing there in the background, and Bib's there, too

Who in town commissioned that, I wonder? XD

Nice jetpack entrance, Boba :D

The Pykes again, huh?

I wonder how things settled up when Boba dealt with them the first time. Guess we'll find out.

Is that the Star Wars version of a phone booth? XD

Aaand that’s the end

I’m still severely upset about the Tusken village.

And the Pykes are always bad news in this franchise, so I’m seeing the beginnings of a plot, too. I guess I’m getting invested.

Well done, folks

#the book of boba fett #tbobf #spoilers under the cut #mathmusic talks #reactions

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sxnyarostova · 3 years

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heehee modern hadesephone

dumb idiots who can’t communicate with each other, the fic. featuring persephone struggling with pavlova and hades being a big tough looking softie

When Persephone invites him over to her mama’s house, Hades doesn’t think much about it. Friends always hang out at their friend’s parents’ houses all the time; well, that was the case back in primary school, anyway.

Persephone drops the bomb that Hades’ gut has been subtly expecting when they’re in the car. “Uh, I told my mom that we were dating,” she blurts. “And that you, bein’ the gentleman that you were, y’know, was going to bring dessert.”

Hades, calm and collected as he is, doesn’t show much of how he’s feeling on his face. “What?” he asks. He suddenly looks a lot more nervous and starts fidgeting with the sleeves of his shirt, smoothing out invisible wrinkles and dusting away non-existent speckles of dirt. “Persephone, I- I don’t quite understand.”

“Look, I’m sorry that I threw this onto you this late,” she says, awkwardly adjusting her tote bag, “but I didn’t know how I could say something like this at, I don’t know, a brunch meet-up. Hey, I’ve told my mom that we’re dating because she won’t stop breathing down my neck in regards to when I’m gonna go out with someone.”

He sighs, and Persephone sees something inside of him shift. “So where are we going to get the pavlova?” he says resignedly, rummaging through his suit jacket for his wallet. “I don’t know any good places for dessert, I’m afraid. Never had much of a sweet tooth myself.”

“Oh, that’s a lie,” Persephone huffs, half-trotting in double time to make up for the big steps that Hades takes. “I’ve seen you eat a stack of pancakes drowned in half a bottle of syrup, Hades.”

“My favorite place is an hour from here by freeway,” Hades says, stopping so suddenly that Persephone slams into his back. “Oof!” Persephone exclaims, stumbling backward a little. “Uh, maybe I could just call my kid to grab a cake from the grocery store?”

“Don’t trouble Eurydice,” Hades says. “The girl’s got enough on her plate already. How hard is it to get a pavlova, anyway?!”

(It is, in fact, very hard to find a pavlova.)

Eventually, the pair of them manage to locate one in the seventh dessert store they visit. Persephone triumphantly holds up the decorated meringue in its paper box, and Hades feels his mouth twitch at the corners.

“See?” Persephone says as the two of them slide into Hades’ car. “It wasn’t that hard.”

(Hades doesn’t bother arguing with her as he turns the ignition.)

Demeter’s farmhouse is located in a quiet section of town. It’s a big place, with ornate glass windows and a bright red front door that screams ‘welcome.’ Persephone instructs Hades to park in the driveway, which Hades does so easily.

“Okay, here’s the plan,” Persephone says, looking at Hades. Oh no, Hades thinks. Persephone’s plans are never good. Even so, he nods and indicates to his friend to go on.

“My ma usually doesn’t run background checks on the people that I take home, so don’t worry about that,” she starts. “So long as you can keep a conversation going, you’ll be fine. Oh, don’t bring up anything about the weather lately, either; climate change always gets her in a tizzy. And don’t get her started on Eurydice, because she’ll break out the photo albums and you’ll be stuck here all night.”

Hades makes a mental note of all the information that Persephone has just thrown at him and nods along. “Will we have to hold hands or exhibit any public signs of affection?” he asks, and Persephone bursts into a fit of laughter. “Why did you ask it like that?” she chuckles, running a hand through her scalp. “And no, we don’t. Ma not big on PDA, anyway.”

“What’s PDA?” Hades asks again, and Persephone patiently explains to him what the acronym stands for. “I didn’t know what it meant until Eurydice told me, either, so don’t worry,” she says, jostling him in the side playfully. “We’re both old rocks.”

Persephone gets out of the car with the meringue in her hands, smoothing out the folds of her chartreuse green dress as best as she can. She’s not nervous, but her armpits are sweating buckets.

Hades stoically walks towards the front door like a man to his death. Persephone would laugh, but she’s still got some sympathy left in her. She feels slightly guilty for thrusting Hades into this situation, but there’s nothing that can be done now, right?

Awkwardly, Persephone slides her arm into Hades’. “Look the part, boyfriend,” she murmurs, as she knocks on the door. Hades blushes bright red but does as he’s told, putting on a smile that looks more forced than anything.

“Hi, ma,” Persephone says, greeting the woman who opens the door with a cheek kiss. “Kore!” Demeter exclaims. Hades feels like he’s third-wheeling and interrupting a moment, but he doesn’t say anything, his ‘smile’ never leaving his face.

“Ma, this is Hades. Hades, this is my mother, Demeter,” Persephone introduces, when she pulls away from her mother’s embrace.

Demeter turns to Hades and looks the man up and down. Hades stays mostly still as he’s scrutinised, not even daring to breathe. God, what happens when the plan is exposed? Does Demeter know that this is just a ruse that Persephone’s caused?

Hades’ inner monologue is interrupted by Demeter extending her hand. “It’s lovely to meet you, Hades,” Demeter says, a warm smile on her face as Hades shakes her calloused hand. “I’ve heard so much about you from Persephone.”

“All good things, I hope,” Hades jokes, and Demeter laughs out loud. Persephone does a silent victory dance with her fingers, for this is going so, so well. Screw everyone who doubted them; they’ve got this.

“Oh, they’ve all been wonderful things,” Demeter says warmly, opening the door wide. “Come on in, both of you.”

The house carries the aroma of cooking food and the faint scent of burning incense. It’s all extremely homely and comfortable; the environment of Demeter’s farmhouse does wonders for Hades’ anxiety. “Persephone, put the pavlova in the fridge,” Demeter calls, just as her daughter’s about to close the refrigerator door.

“I’m one step ahead of you,” Persephone says with a bright smile. “Food smells amazing, ma.”

Dinner is amazing. Demeter’s ability to cook up a storm is otherworldly, Hades learns. He’s on his third plate of casserole now and he’s relatively sure he’s still got room for another. “So,” Demeter asks, mouth full of carrot and potato, “how did you and Persephone meet?”

Hades blanches; the two of them hadn’t gone over a cover story before. “Uh,” he says, stuttering. “We met when I went to her diner for pancakes. I was drawn in by her eyes… they’re beautiful. I fell in love with her right there.”

(Most of that sentence is true, save the last part. Persephone’s warm, inviting, and brown eyes are beautiful. They’d hooked him in so much that Hades had frozen on the spot when Persephone came to take his order.)

Persephone feels her breath catch in her throat. “Oh, yeah,” she continues. “I heard that deep voice of his laugh, and that was it for me.”

Demeter beams.

Hades finds that it’s not hard at all to pretend to be Persephone’s significant other. It feels natural to compliment the woman, to exchange loving glances with her. By the time they leave Demeter’s place that night, Hades realises that he’s been infatuated with Persephone for quite some time now; it’s just taken the evening to unearth those feelings of his.

The drive back to Persephone’s house is quiet. Sometime in the middle of the ride, Persephone turns on the radio. Soft country music fills the air between them, slowly easing the tension between them. “I like this song,” Persephone says quietly. “It’s music to my ears.”

“It is music,” Hades deadpans, prompting a giggle from Persephone.

“Tonight was...fun,” Hades says, trying to break the silence. “I enjoyed it quite thoroughly.”

“Did you mean what you told my ma?” Persephone asks. “About my eyes?”

“Yes,” Hades says, swerving towards the highway. “I meant it. All of it, Persephone.”

“Do you want to do this again? Not hang out at my ma’s place, I mean, but somewhere else. Somewhere where we can be ourselves and get to learn to be infatuated with each other,” Persephone says, looking out the window. The stars are out, lighting their way home. It’s oddly poetic to be in this situation with Hades.

“That sounds good,” Hades says, stumbling over his words like he’s a pathetic teenager in love. “That- yeah. Let’s do this again. Next week? I can take you to that dessert place I was talking about earlier. Unless you don’t want to go that far? I’ve- I’ve, uh, got other places-”

“Stop spiraling,” Persephone cuts in. “For the love of God, please stop spiraling. I- yes. I’ll go with you next week.”

Hades beams. It’s one of the most genuine smiles Persephone’s ever seen in her thirty-eight years of living.

(Maybe she’ll be inviting her ma to walk her down the aisle sooner than she thought.)

#hadestown #hadesephone #hades #persephone

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blushie14 · 4 years

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Jealousy [Skephalo]

I felt like actually trying to write something today. This time, I didn't improvise for 20 minutes. This features a jealous Skeppy who has recently moved in with a certain someone... Hope you enjoy! :P

Oh my god, no. I am not. This is not happening right now. Zak cringes at himself, wondering how his feelings got him roped into this kind of situation.

Zak has been Darryl's roommate for a couple of weeks now, and it's probably one of the best decisions he ever made. Darryl as a roommate is amazing and so much fun to have around. Their friendship has gotten a lot stronger as they grew closer. It made Zak really happy, and yet really REALLY anxious.

Zak didn't want to admit it, but he knows that he really likes Darryl. As he spent more time around him, his crush for his best friend has only gotten stronger. Zak figures that Darryl would never reciprocate those feelings, so he tries his best to ignore the butterflies in his stomach whenever they interact. It hurts a little, but it's for the sake of their friendship. He can usually hide those feelings with ease.

But apparently, that's not the case at all today.

Zak is sitting on the couch, glaring in slight annoyance at what's next to him. He's been trying to get Darryl's attention for the past couple minutes, but it's proven to be difficult. He's been cooing at his little rat for the past hour and every time he'd try to talk to him, he would only give short responses and go back to smooching his dog. Zak groans, embarrassed while thinking to himself. I can't believe I'm feeling like this all because of a dog. This is so stupid, I'm being an idiot!

Darryl giggles as Rat covers his face in slobber. "Heehee! Awww! I love you! I love youuuu!" Zak's face slightly flushes as he pouts, suppressing the urge to scowl. Darryl looked up at Zak and notices his facial expression. "You doing alright, Zak?" Zak's eyes widen as he turned away to hide the fact that his face was getting redder, panicking a bit before giving an answer.

"Uh- I-I'm bored! I think I'm gonna stream in a minute. Wanna join me?" Darryl's eyes perk up, "Oooh! Of course you fatty, I'll join you!" He picks Rat up to his face and smiles. "I'll hop on to Minecraft in a sec." He nuzzles his dog's nose, "I'm taking this little cutie right here with me! Yes I am!" Zak twitched as he forced a smile and a laugh, "Hahaha, yeah..." He quickly stands up, "I'm just gonna go to my room and.. set up."

Darryl raises an eyebrow as Zak hurries to his room. Shrugging, he picks up his dog and goes to his own room to get ready.

The stream has been going on for over an hour and currently they were doing a 1v1 bed wars. Right now, the score is tied and whoever wins next takes it all. Zak would love to settle the score once and for all, but....

"Aww thank you for the kisses! I love you! Yes I do! Yes I dooo!" Zak felt his eye twitch as he growls under his breath. He decided to look at his chat.

AWWWW!

Bad you're so cute oh my god.

❤RAT SUPPORT❤

"Baaaaaad! Are we going to finish this game or not?!" Darryl raised a brow again, sensing a hint of annoyance in his voice. "Hold your muffins Skeppy!" He giggled, "I think Rat wants to go for a walk."

Zak muted his mic as he covers his face and lets a groan of frustration out. "Alright. Skeppy, Imma head out for a moment. I need to take her for walksies. Okay?" Zak unmutes his mic and giggles a bit, "Walksies?" "Yehes, walksies!" Zak rolled his eyes and smiled, "Okay! Okay, just go so that you could hurry back!" "Alright! Relax you muffin head! I'll be right back." Darryl and his dog walk out of the room. Zak stays silent for a moment until he lets out a frustrated sigh and smiles. "Oh my god he triggers me so much sometimes."

He laughs as he continues on with his mini rant with a smile. "I love dogs as much as the next guy and his dog is absolutely adorable, but Bad is really getting on my nerves. Ahaha! You guys should've seen him! He's cute and all, but he was barely paying any attention to me for the entire day!" Zak continued rambling until he slowly came to a stop. He processed and realized what he said out loud... on stream.

HOLY SHIT HE'S JEALOUS!

SKEPPY IS JELLY! AAAAAA <3

SERIOUSLY!? OVER A DOG?! LMAO

SOMEONE CLIP THIS AND SEND IT TO BAD!

Oh no, he even has webcam on. They can probably see how red his face is right now! Before the chat could freak out any more than it already has, Zak abruptly ended the stream. He has one hand on his face and the other on his chest as he tries to calm down. "...Shit."

"Oh my goodness Skeppy, did you do something?" Darryl muttered under his breath, coming back from walking Lucy. He is looking at his phone blowing up with notifications from Twitter. Opening the door he was surprised to see Zak sitting on the couch. "Oh hey, um. What's going on? Why aren't you in your room?" Zak slightly looked away from him, "I ended the stream." "Wait what?" Is this why my Twitter is blowing up? "Aww, but I didn't even get to say goodbye to everyone. Why did you end without me?" Zak crosses his arms a bit, "Just.. didn't feel like streaming." Okay, that's it. "Zak, you're acting weird."

"Wh- I'm acting weird?! You're weird! I don't know what you're talking about! I'm not acting weird!" Darryl observes Zak for a moment. He looks... nervous? He decides to look at Twitter for answers, something must've happened. In the meantime, he also brings up everything else that's been going on.

"Yes, you are! You've been acting strange all day! This afternoon, you couldn't stop staring at me with Rat. Then, during the stream you sounded annoyed every time I talked to Rat. And now, you're acting like a muffin! And oh my goodness why is my phone-" Darryl cut off as he stares at his phone wide eyed as he looked through all the messages saying the exact same thing. "...Bad?"

"I love dogs as much as the next guy-" "WAIT BAD NO! DON'T LISTEN TO IT!"

Zak tries to grab his phone away, but to no avail as Darryl puts it out of his reach.

"He's cute and all, but he was barely paying any attention to me for the entire day!"

Darryl's face heats up after hearing the clip. His mind processes what he heard and what he knows, and put the pieces together. Zak stood still, face turning red. "D-Darryl, it's not what you-" "Were you actually..." Giggles start to pour out from him. "You were jealous of my dog?!" "nO I WASN'T!" Zak's voice cracked which only made Darryl start to have a laughing fit.

Zak swore that his stomach did a flip. Too flustered to even look at him, he hides his face in his hoodie sleeves, lightly laughing because of his friend cracking up. "Oh my god, shut up!" Darryl tried to muffle his own laughter but to no avail. "I'm so- I'm sorryheeheeHA!" Zak whined feeling his face heat up even more in embarrassment. "I'm done. I'm so done. I'm walking away from you now." "Nononono wait! Wahahait!" Darryl wraps Zak into a hug as his giggles die down.

"Oh my goodness, that was adorable." Zak let out a muffled groan. "No it wasn't, it was so stupid!" Darryl grins and took a moment to look at the small boy hiding his face against his shoulder. It's so rare for him to ever see Zak like this. He wanted it to last a little longer. "Awe... I'm sorry I made you jealous geppy." He chuckled, gently cupped Zak's face in his hands, and said in the most sincere voice he could muster. "You know you'll always be my little muffin."

And Zak thought he couldn't be flustered more than he already is.

Zak froze as he was left speechless. Staring into his green eyes, he feels like his own heart was going to leap out of his chest. Darryl slightly looks away from him, suddenly nervous about Zak's silence, face turning pink from embarrassment. "U-Um.. Zak? I-I really-"

Darryl yelped as he was suddenly tackled onto the couch. Zak started to laugh as he trapped him in his arms. "Skeppy! Let go of me!" He only laughed more at the fact his minecraft name was used. "No, and you can't make me badboyhalo!" Darryl tried to escape from his clutches, but nope he's definitely stuck here. "Dang it Zak, why?!" Zak leaned in closer to his chest and mumbled, "If I'm your muffin, that means you're also mine, and I'm not letting go."

He could feel Darryl's heartbeat speed up. Zak beamed brightly as he heard Darryl become a flustered stuttering mess. "I-I Za- Wh- I-... ohmygoodness." Zak giggled as Darryl sighed and also wrapped his arms around him. He chuckled to himself. What did I get myself into?

Hours has passed and it's in the middle of the night. The small dog walked into the living room and wagged her tail at the sight. Her owner and her new friend were sleeping on the couch together. Their arms were still slightly wrapped around each other. She hopped onto the couch, finding a spot beside them, made herself comfortable, and drifted to sleep.

#badboyhalo #skeppy #skephalo #my writing #fanfiction #aaaaa I should do this more often :>#if you made it to the end i love you <3 #rat is best girl

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Witcher Of The Night (Chapter 9)

THIS IS MODERN ERA READER WHO WOKE UP IN THE DIMENSION OF THE WITCHER.

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CHAPTER 8

Characters: Geralt of Rivia x small!Naive!Reader

Summary: Geralt seemed to be rather mulish on sending you home after the incident back in the marketplace. Now, it was time for him to find a djinn, a djinn that could get you back home. Though, it may not be quite easy now because of feelings that couldn't be said out loud.

Warnings: Soft Geralt and Reader. In denial reader and also Geralt. (Very in denial lmao) Mention of Superman. 😉 An iron-willed Geralt because he's one stubborn witcher even though we all know he’s enchanted enough. Sigh. GERALT. 😫😣 (Kind of a filler chapter? Not much is going on. The next chapter will be filled with it. Hehehehe. Thank you!)

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A/N: WE’RE GOING TO HAVE THE FINAL CHAPTER FOR THIS FIC ON MY NEXT UPDATE. DUE TO GERALT’S PERSISTENT ATTITUDE. WE’LL GIVE THE WITCHER WHAT HE WANTS. FINE THEN. LMAO, JKJK! I’M PROLLY GONNA RECEIVE HATE ANONS AFTER SAYING THIS. HAHAHAHHHAHA!

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Your muscles spasmed. The wound on your hip making you flinch and weakly whimper. Cold sweat filling your face as your hair was slightly damp from the towel that was draped across your forehead; slightly dry from the how many hours it was already there.

Heartbeat running miles after miles and a very disturbed heart from the dream you've had; you abruptly fluttered your eyes opened as you were met with the widest clothed back you have ever seen, your heart now panicking as you were wondering who it was. Uttering soft protests of the word 'ouch' filled the dimly lit room as you hardly used an elbow as support; trying to get a proper image of who was sleeping on the farthest end of the bed, giving you space that would show deepest respect.

Though, his burly form looked ridiculous over the small space he had to rest; leaving you having most of his bed.

His shoulders evidently raised as he gave out an obvious sigh of tiredness. Even though, your chills slowly died down and you were breathing in deeply and in a calm manner, every soft whimper that came out of your lips as you wanted to speak for the dream you had was keeping him wide awake.

Also, he was fully clothed and Geralt was darn not used to it as he sleeps.

The witcher was rather used to sleeping bare.

Those wide width of a shoulder suddenly turned around to your heed, lately realizing that his hair was chalky white and freely falling all over the pillows. Your bed warmer cautiously turned around, those peepers never fluttering open as he turned to face you; a puff of breath leaving his lips in enervation.

It was Geralt. Surprisingly.

"Geralt?" your breath was caught in your throat by the unexpected scene that a witcher was laying beside you when you were used to sleeping out in the kitchen. Also, for the undeniably fact that he was beyond gorgeous as he slept as well. "---I'm dreaming again, am I?" you've tightly squinted your eyes shut before opening them again to see him still there like a dream you never want to ruin, "---You're sleeping beside me," you thought out loud in complete utter astonishment, feeling the butterflies inside your stomach fly wildly. You've had your palms over your eyes, trying to cover yourself from the heat that wanted to travel to your face, "---I'm dreaming...I'm dreaming,"

Due to his heightened senses; which can be a pain in the ass sometimes, he could hear your heart beat thumping fast, making him open an eye while the other was shut just to see you covering your face in perturbed embarrassment.

Were you panicking right now? Yes. Yes, you were because Geralt's face was in front of you. Though, an arm far enough for you to keep your thoughts straight.

He'd kept one hand under his pillow as he completely fluttered both eyes opened, peering back at you with weary; a want to chuckle from how your thoughts seem to be crashing over one another, "You're dreaming, midget."

You peeked under your slightly opened fingers, "I know....I am," an abrupt long pause came with your statement midway, trailing off as you've felt the air cease from entering your lungs by how you were mesmerized by the beauty he served.

Those Aurum eyes were undeniably marvelous beneath the candle light. Totally blinding from how beautiful he looked with those glowing peepers staring back at you with tangible softness that powdered your insides in such a way that caught you in a charm that you never had before.

Maybe, this was the best dream you ever had. More so than the nightmare from a while ago that couldn't get you moving.

"Those...knights, bandits, villains or whatsoever," you started with a tone full of ire. Confidently staring back at the witcher who was gazing back at you in curiosity; waiting for your next rant like a behaved pup. You had a teeny tiny bit of confidence to rave out because you knew that everything was just a dream, just like the one you had prior, "---They're...they're bad guys. They're boogers!"

The smile was inevitable to come through him. His moist, cherry lips forming in an adorable crescent moon that made your heart flutter like no other. You shifted on the bed, tilting your head to get a better view of those rare beams he was having; wanting the image to last longer.

"They're what?"

There was a slip of his teeth, making him appear captivating more than ever; like a toothy grin when you've uttered your last words with spite yet utter tenderness which came dripping off the letters. He found it adorable, to be honest. Especially, your wrath that doesn't last long enough for your kind heart.

A kind heart that wouldn't deserve his.

"I'm not going to repeat myself," your lips jutted in a pout as you could feel that he was giving back a teasing, playful ridicule. His hand that hid underneath his pillows made him even appear more sweet despite of his intimidating, strong persona, "---Actually, I might when I can get you smiling like that,"

Geralt's beam fell as you mentioned the obvious. He'd gruffly cleared his throat; mouth forming a thin line just how you'd imagine him as always. Briefly looking away before he'd heard a fetching, accidental tee-hee that sputtered music out of your mouth; making the witcher ogle back from how your smiles twinkled like the stars in the night; forming an alignment that felt so just and perfect.

When your giggles fleeted, you couldn't help but drowsily blink back at the witcher who was keeping you under his scrutiny; being pulled by his magnetic, brooding charm as he was silently eyeing you like he had something to say but chose to stay silent like he always do.

"You're...beautiful," it was abrupt. A vulnerability of your heart speaking out the truth. Geralt stayed silent, his thoughts utterly kept to himself as he continued his silence, "---How can I be as beautiful as you?"

The witcher raised a brow as he said his next words; patiently, soft, and deep, "You can't, because what I am and what I do doesn't make me one,"

Your lips thrown a frown at that as the heart could also feel what your emotions have been experiencing. He probably had that engraved inside his head since the day he was a monster-slayer.

Though, you never believed that because deep down you trusted your intuitions that he was a good man no matter what he says.

"You know how rough looking you put as a facade? But, you're actually a pillow on the inside?" his deep grumble of protest that vibrated out of his chest was enough for you to know that he was complaining and utterly objecting for the fact you've shared, "That's you, Rivia."

The latter hummed in amusement, "That's not a name," he jarred, a vague toned down hiss as he deeply stared into your eyes. Your misunderstanding about reading what more could you say to make him feel different in a good way; got you confused and thought he was giving you a glare. But, you were never scared of his death stares as you played it off with a playful banter, "Ohhhh, laser eyes. Superman style with gold peepers!"

Yet again, Geralt's eyebrows suddenly twisted in bafflement from the name; finding it hilarious as how it sounded child-like for him and completely out of the box; never hearing it before and wouldn't plan to hear it again.

You've waved off his curiosity about your modern references and grinned from ear to ear, peering up at him like a cat, "May I repeat," pause. "---That's you, Geralt."

He left it as that. The moment letting it flow as he stayed quiet.

The way you smiled made the latter sigh; having this kind of connection with another person was fulfilling; leaving that hollow part of him in bliss as he remembered how long it already was since the last time he'd have a proper conversation with another that involved pure chastity. Yours was even beguiling to begin with as there were no fornication happening; nevertheless, it leaves him on cloud nine.

An idiosyncrasy that he couldn't decipher nor understand.

You carefully shifted on his bed, trying to slightly move your body if it was possible and you were surprised that you could, feeling the wound numb like there had been medication, "If this is a dream, then I don't want to wake up," another pause. Geralt tiredly blinked another, his long eyelashes tempting you to flick them when he sleeps, "---because at the end of the day, you're back to being mean to me by ignoring my presence even though I'd been good to you since that night,"

You've gave a quiet, grudging huff at the witcher who was eyeing you in utmost curiosity as you've boldly scooted closer and closer. His engrossment making him narrow his eyes back at you when you've positioned yourself to the fore of his prominent, clothed, thick chest.

"What are you doing?" he gruffly questioned in utmost peculiarity, scooting closer to his body which made his body tense at the sudden action. Your succulent scent giving him another headache for whatever mishaps it may bring.

You even had the guts on laying on his strong biceps, scooting closer to his chest as he was stunned, wanting to move you away but never planned to. His jaw clenched as he exhaled a heavy breath, "---getting cuddles from my dream boat because this is a dream that I don't want to wake up," your face was inches away from his chest, hair tousled over his arm as he peered down in a flabbergast flash of his eyes.

"Your warmth is...palpable, kinda' weird for a dream," your voice seemed to be incoherent as you were flushed close to his chest, finding his warmth totally comfortable for you; too comfortable for the butterflies in your stomach having the jitters as you fluttered your eyes closed.

There was deep, labored breaths before you've felt his muscles steadily took its time to relax from your brazen act. Yet, it kept the witcher's eyes wide open as he waited for you to doze off before he does; that is if he could after having you near him and feeling intense emotions.

That was the problem with witchers who had the capability of feeling emotions. The way they felt about things were stronger and potent than normal people do.

He'd heard a yawn before feeling your forehead fall on his chest as you drowsed off with another large yawn, "Well, good night, Geralt from my dreams. I hope the real witcher stops being a meanie,"

Then, you were already in deep slumber.

It took an hour or maybe two for Geralt to get his sleep, and for the first time in a whole damn year; the kip he had felt like forever and definitely worthwhile.

The witcher finally got the sleep he wanted, although it could only be temporary.

The family seemed to have a plan ahead for their day. They've tagged you along even though your wound was still fresh. Shocking you to say the least as you felt no pain when you've woken up all alone this morning. There were fresh herbs and some plants that were crushed into grains to help your neuropathic pain that the wound has been causing.

You've woken up like a cat on a hot tip roof. Those dreams you had leaving you wondering too deep that you were thinking about how real your second dream was. Geralt and you on a bed? Sleeping like you're his other half? The idea was pretty much an ambition you could never reach. Being attached to him would surely complicate things when you weren't even from their world. You were acting as if playing with your heart wasn't painful as having a wound to your hip when you finally leave them for good.

Now, hearing the idea of leaving their family kept you on edge. There was the negations that make you want to stay despite of having your own life in earth. Sure, you had a family out there and was probably busy with their own life that they didn't realize you were gone. Though, you weren't sure because maybe they actually thought you were already dead after drowning on a lake and not remembering why it happened.

You were slightly taking a peek under your mustard colored long sleeved shirt, feeling the tight leather pants that was hugging your legs in a way that made you feel confident and comfortable. It has never been your go-to style before but you were already digging it now.

"You used magic for my wounds, didn't you?" every step you take towards where Jaskier, Cirilla, Geralt and Kolby where was great as you feel no pain. An utter miracle despite of seeing your wounds still fresh but slightly healing, quicker than how the medicines work in earth, "---Why can't I feel anything?"

You've changed your whole outfit for the journey ahead; hoping for a bath to relieve the sweat and tension away but you've noticed how it would require for water fetching with a pail of water and tons of going back and forth before you fill the wooden tub with water and you decided that it can wait.

Their wisecracking stopped when they've heard you take a flight down the patio, you've timidly and cautiously tucked your strands of hair behind your ears, feeling their heat of their stares boring holes especially the witcher's.

Geralt scanned you from head to toe, unintentionally licking his lips as he broke his gaze away from you when your eyes shifted on him. The latter went on in brushing the mane's hair, acting like he wasn't even looking prior before, "The healer gave you something more potent for your wounds, Midget."

You've also given him a once over; loving the casual outfit he was wearing aside from his dramatic armor that was perfect for a war zone. His fit made him look ravishing and breath taking. An unexpected huff of heavy breath slipped pass your lips as you blinked repeatedly to snap yourself out from being enchanted by his beauty, "You mean, a quack doctor?" you managed to get yourself together despite of how his presence caught you off guard.

"You...get it? Quack quack? A bogus?"

There was a subtle clear of your throat from your disturbing thoughts and by the pun that certainly wasn't understood by the people around you. With Jaskier and Cirilla looking at you in oddity and Geralt ignoring your attempt in delivering it smoothly, you knew your joke was already dead before it was even told.

Witchers don't read minds, right? you mentally asked yourself out of panic because of your thoughts before the pun. Kolby barked in his own way and came running towards you, leaning his head for you to pet. In the course of action, the adorable Hirikka pulled back in curiosity; loudly sniffing in the air as his head abruptly snapped to where your covered bandage was.

To your surprise, the Hirikka growled at it. His sharp teeth appearing as it snarled and looked furious as he eyed your hip; those doe, dark yellow eyes full of hostility as he continued his guttural growls that made you pull back your hands like you've been cauterized.

Geralt was quick to notice his sudden animosity towards you. The witcher instantly knew why it was reacting that way with just one look. Kolby was hating who'd hurt you, probably not just him alone because there was someone who also did. It was definitely a new fact that he knew about Hirikkas, they actually care.

Monsters still care. They do have a heart.

The witcher immediately and sharply whistled back at the Hirikka with a scolding sound. Just the sound alone made the bard hide behind Roach and it made Geralt roll his eyes for his call for cover. "Kolby." he firmly rebuked, trying to snap him out of it and calling the Hirikka with the name you'd chose for him; an automatic response of your brow raising when the Hirikka straightened its back and questioningly looked back at the witcher who was unfazed by the whole situation.

Here you thought he actually finds naming monsters or pets idiotic. You were definitely wrong.

"He's one of the best healers in the village," out of the blue, the witcher gladly informed you as he turned his body and cease from brushing Roach's hair to give you his sole attention. Regarding you with a faint smile and a pang of warmth that surely gave yourself a slap to the face because of how he was treating you...differently today, "---You were in good hands, so cease the worry."

He was rather calm and collected. A lot more than he usually was and it was utterly astonishing and delightful from his brooding ones.

At that final commentary, you were sure you'd seen his face twist in a more apparent beam as he'd sauntered to where Jaskier is; not letting you see what the bard saw. His face now stoic like those smiles you've seen had been a faux or rather a split second of your imagination.

You've stared hard at the witcher who stood beside Jaskier; acknowledging the hard shove at the bard who'd stumbled upon Roach's hip, his loud complaints muddled when Cirilla was hopping towards you with a toothy smile and a playful glint of her eyes.

"Geralt took care of you last night," she happily spoke, her eyes teasing and utterly giving malice at the fact that you slept on the witcher's bed. Was your dream true then? Did Geralt sleep beside you as you imagined it to be? Or he hadn't slept at all, checked how you were then went out to go do some witcher duties because he wasn't beside you when you woke up?

"I doubt, Cirilla."

The princess gave a playful shrug of her shoulders, grabbing onto Kolby's head and giving him a soft pat, "Suit yourself then, Y/N. It won't hurt to believe me,"

Jaskier fought from stumbling down by how the witcher pushed him back after teasing him about you. His grin falling when he was shoved by the stomach like he has been low-key punched.

The bard gave a set of coughs before loudly clearing his throat and placing his palms on his hips. A knowing look sent to the witcher as Geralt was fixing Roach's nose bands, "As far as I remember, I didn't want to include myself in this Djinny journey of yours again," Jaskier spat as a matter of fact, raising a finger to prove his point.

The witcher scoffed from his complaints; regretting why he was coming with, "Why the sudden change of heart, Jaskier?" his tone was somewhat playful no matter how gruff he sounded. Quite noticeable for Jaskier as he was used to his grumpy attitude since the last two years, "---I thought you wanted to be my travel companion?"

Jaskier wasn't ready for that banter and appeared to look like he was choking in his own words. He stumbled in his own words, ocean eyes shining in disbelief, "Not--not for another Djinn!"

The witcher turned his heel to give the bard a mocking grin, "You sound like a wailing bairn," he hummed, lowly chuckling at the bard who was totally awestruck at how he woke up on the good side of the bed this morning based on how his aurum eyes was twinkling underneath the rays of the sun, "---Besides, what's wrong in having your throat punched by the Djinn for the second time?"

"Oh bullocks, Geralt!" the bard huffed, subtly grabbing onto his own throat as the memories were slowly coming back to him and he shivered in trauma, feeling them crawl back to him like a kikimore, "---Leave my throat alone!"

"It's like hitting two birds in one stone," Geralt sent another sally, features creased in utter amusement, "---I get to help the midget, while I get my peace as well,"

Geralt avoided his judging gazes, probably scrutinizing how he felt like the witcher in front of him was a different person and not the white wolf himself. He promenaded towards Roach's stable, collecting something for the horse before they go on to finding a Djinn for you.

Without a doubt, the bard tailed like a pup for his owner. Jaskier grinned like a Cheshire cat as he followed the witcher who grabbed onto a carrot; his brawny back on show as the bard continued to tease, "You're changing the subject. I know those flirtatious glint in your eyes when you were talking to the small rat!" Pause. "---You witchers aren't exactly sly as you think you are,"

Geralt fully turned to give him a grimace, his impish aura falling from the bard's continuous teasing. Golden eyes giving him a sharp look, "Aha! You're flirting! You're trying to flirt with her!"

The witcher rolled his eyes at the bard's accusation. Jaskier entirely misunderstood his scowl, thinking that he caught him red handed or maybe it was actually him who misunderstands himself?

"---In good hands, huh? You obviously took care of her last night! However, that subtle flirting isn't quite exceptional for a witcher who already bedded a lot of women back in the brothels! Thought you were good with the ladies?"

Geralt scoffed from his plain retort, mouth tightly forming a frown as he tried to appear unamused at the situation at hand, "Did I stutter? I didn't tell her that her neck looks like a sexy goose, Did I?"

Jaskier's grin fell from the moment he said 'goose'. He crossed his arms against his chest and puffed out his chest like he was trying to overpower the witcher. His eyes filled with annoyance, "That's quite...offending, Witcher. Let's not cry over spilled milk already!"

Geralt ignored his endless protestations and jests, striding out of the stable to walk back towards Roach and stopping short as he'd seen you playing catch with Cirilla; a hungry player staying in the middle as you were throwing the apple with Kolby who was having fun as he tried jumping high to catch the food that was being thrown.

Jaskier's voice was like a fairy buzzing from behind, his banters were deathless. Though, Geralt certainly didn't mind the noise. Especially when those noises came also from the giggles that you and his child of surprise have been sharing in the midst of a huge problem you were currently experiencing.

It was like you had no problems at all as your eyes and smile twinkled against the sunlight. Those crescent shape of your peepers as you laugh was making you much more adorable than you can ever be.

Hence, the witcher was mesmerized by what you brought to him despite of being in a world full of chaos and beasts.

Your mere presence was bringing him sunshine and rainbows like he'd never seen before.

"I...." the witcher trailed off in a daze as he felt Jaskier stand beside him. The bard gave you a once over and even to Geralt when he tried to see whom bewitched the poor witcher, "---really do hope she's annoyed enough to wish for you to shut up after all the arguments you've had with the midget,"

Jaskier knew he didn't mean that in a bad way. He'd known Geralt for a long, long time now and the moment he'd shut him up back when he was attacked by a Djinn, the witcher came to his aid and tried his best for him to heal. No matter how many times he refuses to call him his friend prior to those days, his actions tell otherwise.

Geralt of Rivia was a witcher who was capable of having a heart. Trying hard to become a better human as days go by.

The bard smirked at his enthralled reaction. Struggling to throw his lean arm around Geralt's wide shoulders as he also looked out in the open. Specifically, at the scene that was happening before them.

You've threw the apple back at Cirilla. The Hirikka finally having his treat as he jumped as high as he can and devoured the apple like a wolf, making you both laugh. Your vision catching the men of the house which appeared like they were watching you three play. Heat came rushing up your neck again from how the witcher was staring in fascination with a hint of earnest; the warmth spreading through your cheeks as you sheepishly smiled and gave a little wave to acknowledge their presence.

Geralt was definitely caught off guard at that and rapidly blinked, shifting away from the scene before him as he gruffly cleared his throat to himself before the bard started to jest again, "Why are we even bringing the monster?"

The witcher roughly hummed; irked by the fact that you caught him staring and that he was even looking. He was suddenly frustrated. "To protect Ciri," his harsh tone was back as he turned his head to peer down at the bard who had his arm over his shoulders like a pal.

"What? This creature's a knight now? Really, Geralt?"

The latter's forehead creased in utmost discontent, snapping back at the bard who was smirking like a villain, "---To protect her from annoying bards like you who wails like a lass,"

He'd elbowed Jaskier that made him groan, immediately caressing the part where it hurt the most and whimpered from the tolerable pain. Jaskier surely does forget he was a witcher sometimes and provoking him wasn't the brightest idea especially when he's stronger than him. The witcher turned around at his playful whack for the bard and ignored his dramatic groans of protests.

"Aww, what a way to treat your best friend, Geralt!"

Jaskier continued to go after the witcher, glaring at the back of his head that seemed like it needed a thorough bath already. Geralt stopped in his tracks when he was finally face to face with his horse, "So, our argument last night really didn't move you at all?" the bard probed; tone sounding free from the guilt at what started the argument they had last night.

Jaskier shrugged to brush his quietness, the witcher seeming to keep his mouth shut as he started giving his horse a treat, "---Cirilla seems to like her around,"

Geralt deeply sighed to show Jaskier his derision, "Even you too as well, Jaskier." his tone was utter lackadaisical.

"No, I don't!"

The witcher gave him a sassy raise of his brow; questioning his guilty tone that rose in his voice, "Really? your persuasive entreats to never get the Djinn wasn't your way of saying that you actually like her around?"

Jaskier sounded like he was backpaddling and lowered his voice down into something more quieter that covered those laughter of everyone in the background, "Perhaps, a little..."

The witcher shook his head in disdain. Just thinking about it was annoying him with a reason that should've been thrown out in the dumps and never be thought again. He would never let destiny play him this time. Destiny should go fuck itself; having more than one person to protect would be a disaster.

"Her existence in our world is only temporary," he grumbled with a frown, facial features turning stoic and unnerved; like he had all the problems in the world on his shoulders, "---her beautiful destiny would crumble in our dimension. It'll ruin her for good,"

Geralt continued, never realizing his tone would grow nastier and even more deeper. He gravelly spoke at the bard who kept silent with a frown on his face for the first time in the day, "---She deserves better than to live in a chock-full of evil. If you plan on wanting to keep her then I suggest you never do because she will never stay,"

Geralt sounded like he needs more convincing with the words that seemed to feel like vile coming out of his throat. Those precious laughter ringing in his ears pulling him in for a decision that would consider himself as selfish.

He wasn't a fortune teller nor one of the gods, but he can change your destiny. As long as it was still possible.

She deserves more than to have a destiny linked with a witcher. Y/N could do better.

You were safer off in your world. Far from the man who would give nothing but darkness in your fantasy brimful of a felicitous ending because with a witcher---?

There were no happy endings. Only murk and danger.

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amethysts-sideblog · 3 years

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Planner, character questionnaire, architect, chronological, whatever suits your fancy, typing

Sorry I know that’s a lot

Planner : What is your favourite plotting method and why?

I don't have a method of plotting, to be honest. The way my brain works (as far as writing goes) is it will randomly and spontaneously come up with the most minor detail ever, and it builds even more randomly from there.

Brain: LITTLE FLOWER IN HAIR.

Me: Oh. Oh, okay. That was kind of random, but yeah, I guess that's cool. Little flowers are nice. Maybe like a little pink flower in brown hair. I wonder if it could be a crown?

Brain: CROWN. FLOWER CROWN. FLOWER CROWN.

Me: Okay. I meant the hair being in a crown, but flower crown is nice, too. We can do that, Brain. Let's see. Flowers probably came from the character's grandmother or something. Maybe she has a garden- or used to.

Brain: USED TO. USED TO HAVE GARDEN.

Me: Grandmother used to have a garden but it was destroyed by soldiers who thought she-

Brain: WHO THOUGHT SHE POSSESSED MAGIC DUE TO HER STRANGE AND IMMACULATE WISDOM OF THE WORLD.

Me: She used to be a god, and her blood runs through her granddaughter's veins. The soldiers knew this, hence the attack, and hence the reason the main character will now be hunted even though she has no idea.

Brain: AND THOSE SOLDIERS WEREN'T SENT BY THE KING OR LORD. THEY HAVE THEIR OWN VENDETTA.

Me: Alright, cool. Yeah, I like that. Good job, brain. When should we get started?

Brain: NOW. DO IT NOW. (as you can see, my brain is very aggressive with its all-caps. she gets excited :))

Annnnnd it just continues from there until the next thing I know there's an entire story in my head and I write it down somewhere- either briefly so I can write you guys something out of it or I start writing an entirely new book despite already working on four. That was a long answer...onto the other ones!

Character questionnaire : What is the most important question to answer about your characters?

What is your motive and what is your attitude towards said motive?

Kind of two questions but they make up the entirety of a character so it's necessary!

Architect : Name the three most important things for you to plan.

Again, I don't really plan things. They just work their way out in a very odd fashion in my head. Everything is a story, and every story is built within seconds of the initial 'minor detail thought.' But, if I had to list something, I'd say, generally, the characters, their personalities, and their interactions. Characters make the story. Yes, the story makes the characters as well, but without characters, there is no story, so...prioritize your characters. *That* is what your readers will fall in love with.

Chronological : Have you ever gotten stuck with a scene? If you have, how do you power through and finish?

Eh, not really. The most that ever happens is I get bored with a story. For example, Darling I Did It For You. That story is probably where I got my "start" on this blog. It was a series of a villain kidnapping a hero because her ex was, kindly put, a butthole, and was breaking her heart into shreds. Villain kidnapped the hero in hopes of lifting her spirits while simultaneously learning they were meant to meet each other. Fun story, got bored of it. Couldn't get myself to write it anymore.

Whatever suits your fancy : Beginning, middle or end? Which is your favourite part to write and why?

Oh. Oh, now that's a hard one. Probably...urgh. Okay. I'm just gonna say it and stick with it. The middle. Why? Oh gosh, the first part of that question was already hard enough...now I have to come up with reasoning? Tensions arising. That is my reason. The conflict festers and characters are forced to deal with it- sometimes it AND other things depending on whether there is such thing as side plots (for me, I looooove side plots. I love making them all connect in the end heehee). Yes, the middle. Because it's just a pool of growing conflict and those are always fun to write. It's so much fun to create puzzles and then force yourself to solve it yourself.

Typing : What software do you write with?

Easiest question of them all haha. I write on my Lenova Ideapad Flex 5 on Microsoft Word- 2019 edition, I believe. Not that it matters what edition but there it is if you were wondering!

(from this post here)

#thanks for the ask!#about the author

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katsukibby · 4 years

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bakugou katsuki x reader (extraordinary you au)

summary: bakugou and midoriya are the main love interests for a romance manga and ochako is the main girl. (spoiler: she chooses deku) what happens when y/n, an extra, becomes self-aware that she’s nothing but a side character to help develop their relationships?”

!unedited!

*flick*

wait a minute. wasn’t i just talking to jirou? why am i in the cafeteria now?

“ah! y/n! youre here! ive been looking for you!”

“huh? jirou? what are you…weren’t we just in the classroom?” She looked at me as if I was crazy.

“what do you mean? its finally time for lunch! did you hit your head at training or something?”

“training? what? but- we were still in class just now.”

*flick*

i jerked back up as if i had just woken up. but i hadn’t. we haven’t even eaten yet. so.…why was the school day finished?

“y/n!! there you are! you seem to be harder to find than usual today!”

“jirou…did you hear that? and what about lunch?”

“lunch? its time to head back to the dorms. now that you mention it, i wonder what we’re having for dinner tonight!”

*flick*

“alright. l/n. get ready to spar with bakugou. i’m too tired to watch this so i’m gonna go ahead and nap. everyone else can judge today.”

“wait- aizawa-sensai!”

“tch. damn extra. hurry uP AND FIGHT.”

extra? me? wait a minute-

*flick*

“ochako-chan! are you alright?”

i didn’t mean to say that. why are we in the infirmary?

“huh? l/n-san? what am i doing here?”

“midoriya-kun carried you here after one of bakugou-kun’s explosions missed me and hit you instead!”

what? when did that happen?

*flick*

“it’s time to take your midterm. put your books away and take out a pencil and eraser.”

this shouldn’t be right. midterms shouldn’t start until three weeks! this must be some sort of prank. did i get hit by a quirk or something?

“woah! l/n! i haven’t seen your text book this beat up since middle school!”

“huh? jirou? but i just got this!”

“huh? are you trying to make me feel better by acting like you forgot what today is?”

i looked down at my book. she was right. it had tabs and- that’s my handwriting! but, i don’t remember writing any of this. how will i pass?

*flick*

what is that sound?

“alright. pencils down and pass up your papers.”

“wait a sec-”

kaminari took my paper before i could even look at it. did i even fill it out? why am i forgetting everything?

*flick*

“woah! l/n-chan got everything right!”

“it makes sense, she studied hard everyday until the midterm!”

what? what is going on? why can’t i remember anything that happened in between? and what is that noise?

i turned to jirou.

“hey, have i been acting weird lately?”

“huh? no, not really. but just the fact that you’re asking that question makes me wonder if something is wrong. what’re you thinking about?”

“it’s nothing really, i just can’t seem to remember certain things. for example, i don’t even remember taking the midterm!”

“eh? that’s probably because you sped through it since you knew all the answers. i wouldn’t worry too much.”

she grinned at me and turned away.

what am i going to do now?

*flick*

ah. it’s lunch again. i’m not hungry so i guess i’ll just go to the library instead.

the library was eerily empty for lunch time. that was the least of my concerns though. i had to figure out what was going on. i checked all the aisles to see if there was something that could tell me what was wrong. in the corner of my eye i saw a book that seemed to be wiggling out of place. i reached up and grabbed it. i opened the book to discover it was a manga. a romance manga? why do these characters seem so familiar? is that- ochako-chan? midoriya-kun? and bakugou-kun? why are they in this? i had so many questions. but most importantly-

what was i doing in this?

*flick*

i gasped. why was it my turn to lay down in the infirmary? and where did that book go? i tried to get up but i couldn’t move. no matter how hard i tried. i couldn’t even speak. what was going on now? i heard muffled voices.

“if you get close to bakugou-kun again i’ll kill you!”

“i can’t believe how shameless you are to use his money to even go to this school!”

“your quirk is so weak, there is no way you’ll be a hero!”

“i bet you just seduced him in order to get into class A!”

“why don’t you do us all a favor and leave bakugou-kun alone for once?”

i wasn’t sure who was talking but before i knew it i was standing up on my own.

“hey! leave ochako-chan alone!”

“heehee whatever you say!” the group of girls giggled and proceeded to shove ochako to the ground before locking us in. i looked at her to find her on the verge of tears.

“hey, ochako-chan it’s ok! i should be able to open the door for us!”

i was not at all confident that i could open this door.

however, i surprised us and opened it with ease.

“oh. uh. i didn’t know i could do that. um. well, i guess i’ll see you later? i kinda have to get to the library now!” i sprinted out and closed the door before she could say anything and closed the door behind me. i turned the corner to see midoriya-kun running while shouting ochako-chan’s name. “she’s in the infirmary!” i told him. he looked startled but proceeded to run towards the room anyways.

once i made it back to the library i began to search for the book again. i found it in the same spot and all the questions i had seemed to be answered. i- was in a manga? and i’m not even the main character? what is this? bakugou-kun and midoriya-kun are love rivals? i let out a deep sigh and shook my head. i can’t believe i’m just some extra that shows up for their convenience.

*flick*

i’ve gotten used to this by now. it’s as if there are two worlds within this one: the stage and the shadow. the stage is where all of the main story line occurs, but the shadow is where all of the time in between happens. there, other characters have no clue what is happening and forget everything that occurred when the next scene starts. so far, it seems like no one else has realized what kind of world we live in.

as i walked lost in thought, i bumped into bakugou.

“oof- sorry bakugou-kun! ah- it’s not like you’ll remember this anyways. you know- you’re actually kind of cute. too bad, you’re a main character and i’m just an extra, like you always say. i also feel kind of bad for you, you have second lead syndrome. oh well! it’s not like you get what i’m saying!”

“what the fu-”

i did this to him often. while reading the manga, i have to admit, i became quite a fan of his. all of the cringy flirting and cliche lines aside, he was quite the attractive character. he almost made me wish i was ochako.

*flick*

aww how nice! the author has gifted me with some free banana milk! but- why?

“hi l/n-chan!”

“ochako-chan! you’re here early!”

her stomach growled.

ah. that’s why. why couldn’t i have it just this once? don’t i deserve it for working so hard as a side character?

“you haven’t eaten yet? here take this!” i reluctantly gave it to her with a grimace and turned to see bakugou-kun approaching us.

“you. come with me.”

i’m so jealous of ochako. she gets to be crushed on by bakugou, while im stuck here trying to help her decide between which boy helps her more. i can’t believe she’s going to pick midoriya and not bakugou.

*flick*

i sighed as i was finally released from the stage. i stretched and looked at my classmates. i thought this would be the perfect opportunity for them to start flirting or something, but to my surprise bakugou was looking at me. i looked around and pointed at myself.

“me? not- not ochako-chan?” i stuttered in disbelief. she was already running away and towards midoriya who waved for her to come over.

“the fuck? no. i’m talking to you, you damn extra.”

“um...ok? what’s up?” i asked awkwardly.

why was he talking to me? this wasn’t supposed to happen. he should be teasing ochako by taking her (my) milk by now.

“i thought about what you said last time and it just doesn’t make sense.”

“huh? last time? what did i say?”

“man, you really are crazy. you know, you kept talking about how i’m a main character or something and that i wouldn’t remember what you said.”

my eyes widened. he wasn’t supposed to remember that. now what’s happening? my life is so strange these days. i seem like a broken record.

“um. you must be remembering wrong. i- i never said anything like that!” i laughed nervously. he could obviously tell i was lying.

“fine. don’t help me. i’ll just figure it out by myself. i can’t believe i tried asking for fucking help.” he whispered to himself.

“we live in a manga!” i blurted out suddenly. “you and midoriya-kun are the main characters and you both have a crush on ochako-chan!”

there was no way he would believe that.

“you- uh you must be thinking you’re going crazy right? you hear strange noises and you can’t remember certain events even though you were sure you were doing something before hand?”

“how...the fuck did you know?” he looked at me with shock. i sighed and grabbed his wrist.

“just follow me,” i took him to the library and shoved the manga in his hands. “read this. it’ll tell you everything you need to know. bye now!” i nudged him in the direction of the exit.

“wait, what the fuck is this?” he seemed so different from his typical bad, angry boy personality. he seemed even more attractive with this confused look on his face.

he read everything and reached the empty pages. “what is this?”

“oh, well the author hasn’t written those parts yet. that’s why everything looks like this.” for the first time, he was aware that some of the furniture in the room was floating. “it’s like this because we are in the shadow, not the stage.”

“the what?”

“basically the stage is where all of the main parts of the manga occur and the shadow is where we are now. everything we do here won’t be remembered by the other characters.” i explained nonchalantly. “so, how does it feel? to know you aren’t going to end up with ochako-chan?”

“honestly, i could care less. every time i was in the ‘shadow’ i seemed to feel as if i lost my purpose. at least i still have my quirk.”

“man, you really are different from the manga. you’re so calm right now.”

“hey! what the fuck does that mean?!”

“jeez, never mind then. come on, let’s go to class.”

“wait!” i looked back at him.

“what?”

“don’t you want to...i don’t know, change the story? isn’t worth a try? we’re both just supporting characters. what harm can we cause?”

“you don’t think i’ve tried? i did everything i could think of to try and change the story.”

“but what if we-”

*flick*

“bakugou-kun! i’ve been looking for you!” ochako approached him.

“you idiot. jeez don’t run around with your laces untied.” bakugou bent down to tie her shoes.

jeez. could the author get any more cheesy? this makes me want to throw up.

“i told you i would get you new shoes!” midoriya cut in. “i can’t stand watching you get bullied over something as small as this!”

“i’ll take care of her deku.” bakugou glared at him.

oh my god just speed up this scene already. what am i even here for?

“i’ll just go shopping with l/n-chan! she seems to have the best style in the class! besides, i saved up enough to buy a new pair!”

“you can count on me ochako-chan!”

*flick*

“i thought that scene would never end!” i spoke aloud. i glanced at bakugou to catch him staring at me. “what?” he just glared and walked away.

weird.

bakugou and i have been spending a lot of time together. we make fun of our classmates and call them out in their faces. it’s pretty fun being able to yell at mineta all we want for being such a perv. not to mention, bakugou practically beats him up every time he’s near us. bonding with bakugou has become my favorite past time and i’m beginning to wonder what i would do if he didn’t become self-aware. however, the only bad thing about this was that i was beginning to like him. not just as a character, but as a person. i was way past the fangirl stage since i actually get to talk to him now. the worst part is that he actually likes ochako. both on the stage and in the shadow. i’ve come to this conclusion since he won’t shut up about trying to change the story line. i’m not sure what to do since there’s no one else for me to talk to about all of this.

“you need to help me. i’m so tired of being an extra.”

“what do you mean? you literally get so many lines and! you’re one of the main love interests!”

“but i don’t want to do this anymore, knowing that i won’t even get the girl! we have to change this story!”

“too bad! how do you think i felt? watching you for so long, knowing that i wasn’t fated to end up with you!” i gasped. “wait- i- forget i said that!”

“what?”

“nothing! it’s nothing! i just-” i could feel my eyes swell with tears.

is this how ochako feels when the author makes her cry every two scenes?

“even a fool could tell how i feel about you.”

i looked up into his crimson eyes.

did he just-

“what? what do you mean?”

“you idiot. i like you too. why do you think i’ve been bugging you to try and change the story?”

“ i thought it was because you wanted to end up with ochako-chan instead,” i took a deep breath. “why didn’t you tell me sooner!”

“i thought you could tell! you always catch me staring at you after scenes so i thought you knew!” he was smiling. he’s never smiled like this at me before. it was...nice. comforting. warm.

“let’s change this story.”

*flick*

(a/n: this is my first fanfic! i know i could use improvement, but i just wanted to write it because i felt like it :) also, if it was a little confusing, the flicks are supposed to be the sound of the pages turning. hope you enjoyed the story <3)

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aquagenesis · 3 years

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i cant stop talking about seifer.

like i just don’t understand, in everything it’s emphasized that seifer is the parallel to squall. the game opens up and everyone and their mother is telling squall he doesn’t care, he’s cold, he’s abrasive. zell and selphie specifically comment on how rude he is; when he goes after rinoa following their inability to get into the broadcast station one of them tells him to back off because he’s going too far. cid tells him strength isn’t enough to be a SeeD. laguna is another parallel to squall (as his father) because while laguna throws himself into things because he thinks he’s doing the right thing, squall holds back and would rather criticize others for not doing enough. laguna has kiros and ward, seifer has raijin and fujin, neither of which are “worse” than seifer. both friendships involve the “friends” supporting their main character friend wholeheartedly and consistently being worried over them. raijin and fujin don’t accept seifer would be executed and are the only ones to bother to go looking for him, out of concern for what he might be experiencing alone. when seifer turns away from them it hurts them because they just want him to come back and abandon garden and everything together, because seifer has never been one to obey authority and now he IS. even though laguna gets them lost in esthar and ward loses his voice entirely, ward and kiros spend their last (known) minutes apologizing to laguna for not being able to keep traveling with him.

everyone else in the game who isn’t just A Party Member and is otherwise observed to be “fine” has people they are friends with and close with. squall doesn’t. he’s an outsider and when people attempt to be friends with him, he shuts them out. the only other party members who don’t have anyone are irvine and quistis; irvine is alone because of some heartbreaker sniper garbage (you’re a womanizer OH) and quistis is alone because she can’t connect with her peers due to being an instructor of people not much younger than her but too young to be close to more mature faculty.

squall intentionally goes after people about things he thinks they should be insecure about and gets angry when they don’t “realize” what they’re doing that’s wrong. squall falls into the same Toxic Masculinity/Don’t Idolize This category that characters like rick sanchez and walter white fall into, where they’re successful but for all the wrong reasons. rinoa is like eighteen and she was born into a galbadia-occupied world where resistance members are being tried and persecuted for trying to get timber’s independence which was taken from them. squall takes her inability to know what to do when she SAYS she never imagined they’d be able to get this far as an individual fault, never apologizes, and it’s written off as “well she needs to learn how to do whatever” when in reality squall had no right to talk to her like that. because she’s right; he just blindly follows orders and puts himself on a pedestal of moral superiority because “he isn’t the one who messed up”, because he doesn’t DO anything he’d have to take personal responsibility for. he tells rinoa what she SHOULD be doing and then when she’s like “oh really? okay i’ll go with that” because he has combat experience and training he takes that opportunity to rip into her because “she can’t make decisions on her own”.

rinoa specifically goes through a LOT of shit because squall refuses to make the first move for the majority of the game. rinoa is always the one who steps in to protect squall and squall has nothing to say but criticism because “she should have let him die. she should have carried out the mission”. seifer steps in to protect squall and instead of respecting his memory squall decides to make it about his existential crisis rather than the fact his classmate who tried to save his ass was executed.

and this would be fine; seifer is allowed to have negative character development. but seifer never receives sympathy or empathy for the fact he was brainwashed and taken away from everyone. seifer broke the rules of garden and everything for the sake of protecting people he didn’t think would be able to make it out alive. seifer says, “they’re gonna get killed if they wind up against the whole galbadian army” because cid dispatched 3 new SeeD members into a situation he knew was far graver than “heehee just free timber” as though it would be so easy. seifer knew garden was a sham from the beginning and even when the narrative flips to say “yeah garden is actually the worst thing”, it’s not “oh shit! we were after the wrong guy!” it’s “well seifer should have done a better job of relaying that information”.

seifer knew squall wasn’t ready to be a SeeD. seifer knew SeeD was basically a pass to do whatever you wanted. seifer knew making squall the leader of a squad when he’s insufferable and difficult was a bad idea. seifer told zell so many times to be quiet even before he threatened the president and because zell was so caught up on “god i fucking hate that guy” he led to seifer being brainwashed and the war getting more tense.

edea knew if quistis or anyone else would be able to talk to seifer the brainwashing wouldn’t work; that’s why she incapacitated quistis when she ran in on the scene. seifer was taken advantage of against his will and then had literally no way of getting away; his “romantic dream” was with rinoa, not being edea’s “knight” or whatever. the fact squall had the audacity to call him a lapdog and whatever else is just so fucking stupid because the game confirms brainwashing was happening. squall has a massive fucking ego problem and he isn’t forced to come to terms with it until the world is literally ending and him and rinoa almost die in fucking space. rinoa girl you deserve so much better than a man you need to teach compassion.

like it’s not even inherently bad final fantasy had a protagonist who was entirely self-serving because yeah squall does eventually learn he’s a fucking dick. no wonder you’re worried about being a memory because what the fuck would anyone say about you. seifer got called heroic and noble and it drove squall so crazy because it was all retrospective he stormed out of the room screaming “I WON’T BE A MEMORY” which is so fucking tasteless. quistis is looking for just friendly support because she was demoted because of seifer and squall and squall tells her “well other peoples’ problems aren’t mine”. squall finds out rinoa might have been looking for seifer and he really gets so worked up until he finds out she was looking for cid at the party, but then gets mad again because seifer introduced them. but it just doesn’t make sense to have the antagonist be the parallel of someone self-serving.

like don’t even get me started on the fact that like, squall and rinoa wound up being together in the end, because yeah rinoa deserved better than squall. she deserved better than to have her boyfriend who she was in love with dangled in front of her with no way to get him back. she deserved better than to have to fight someone she loved for her life because her boyfriend was taken from her because of some stupid “preserve the garden!” agenda when garden didn’t take her seriously until seifer introduced her to cid. rinoa had no obligation to stay with squall outside of he was assigned to her and he treated her like shit for so long. she wanted seifer to be with her because seifer gave her courage and made her feel like she could do anything. instead she had to help squall through several character arcs because “she needs to stand up for herself” or whatever and it’s like, your boyfriend SHOULD be giving you hope that you can do what you want to. it’s not a bad thing seifer’s the one who gave her that. she didn’t “rely” on seifer, he was strong and self-assured but canonically hates pity so he would not “pity” her.

and like as far as i remember and am playing, squall doesn’t even hate seifer. he thinks he’s a dick and full of himself but boy are you sure calling the kettle black. seifer didn’t respect quistis because she was a coward and relied on her role as “instructor” to berate and punish him. that’s part of the reason she was demoted, because she couldn’t be fair. seifer never missed and that’s why they had to shove him into the antagonist role, because they needed to take away the person squall was living in the shadow of for him to realize HE was the problem and not everyone else.

if seifer had been on the mission to assassinate the president they never would’ve gotten on the damn train because he would’ve been smart enough to say “hey rinoa if this is such public information i don’t think he’s gonna be on the train, let’s not put all of our energy into this as the main plan”. squall went along with it and then got nasty because it didn’t work. squall single-handedly let everything get so fucking bad because he was too scared to maybe be “wrong”. he’s lucky so many other people were willing to go down for him to succeed like very genuinely because if i was on that boy’s team call me the next seifer almasy.

#i have so many emotions about final fantasy 8 and specifically this.#i remember playing it i was like god rinoa dump squall you need to get with a real man like me #imagine begging for help against an oppressive regime and youre ignored and then finally get someone and it's squall leonhart #i think i'd cry. i think i'd call the whole thing off. because he's a bitch.

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vannahfanfics · 4 years

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Baby Fever

Category: General Fluff

Fandom: One Piece

Characters: Monkey D. Luffy, Nami, Red-Haired Shanks, Makino

Requested By: @deliathedork (Tumblr)

Nami stared critically up at the Jolly Roger flapping in the breeze far above her head. It was an impressively daunting illustration, a laughing skull with bright red paint streaking over the left eye overlaying two red-hilted blades. Rightly so, it would strike fear into the hearts of countless many, being the Jolly Roger of one of the four Emperors of the Grand Line. Any normal pirate would turn tail and flee as quickly as they could; if they were a bit on the reckless side, maybe, they would probably try to engage in a parlay or at least ascertain why such an impressive vessel manned by an even more impressive crew was pulling up on their stern. That’s what Nami would have down if she were captain.

However, she was not captain. Luffy was captain. And Luffy was currently vaulting himself over the side of the ship screaming like a man possessed.

“Shaaaaaaaanks! What’s uuuuuuuuup?!” The tangerine-haired navigator watched with a wearied expression as her captain, stretchy limbs and straw hat and all, all but invaded the deck of the neighboring ship to disappearing behind the balustrade. She knew that Red-Haired Shanks was an acquaintance of his and very likely meant no harm, but considering they were openly challenging Emperors left and right these days, Shanks might have just gotten a little tipsy and decided to come test Luffy’s mettle. Based on the chorus of excited cheers and laughter that were drifting down from the deck of the comparably taller ship, Nami doubted this was the case. However, she and Robin shared the only brain cells of the ship, and she maintained them by being cautious.

“Luffy! How many times do I have to tell you not to rush into things? Oh, good grief, why am I bothering? He isn’t listening,” she grumbled while crossing her arms. Franky and Usopp installed the gangplank so they could cross the thin stream of waves separating the two vessels, and considering how easily the rest of them strolled on over like they had known the Red-Haired Pirates all their lives, she supposed her concern was unwarranted. Still, one of these days, those imbeciles were going to give her a heart attack.

Nami crossed the gangplank to see that Luffy was hugging the one-armed, red-haired man tightly, with his stretchy arms wound several times around him as he nuzzled his cheek into his upper forearm.

“Shanks! Dude! I have so much to tell you! I’ve kicked soooooo many asses, you wouldn’t believe it! Hey, hey, lemma introduce my crew to you, yeah? Have you seen our bounties? Aren’t they awesome?” he was gabbing incessantly as Shanks looked on with a mix between a fatherly smile and an overwhelmed laugh. Nami pushed through the crowd of pirates to stomp right over to her captain and start tugging on the back of his red vest.

“Luffy! What are you, ten? Behave with some dignity, why don’t you?” she scolded hotly as she stretched the fabric up and down. Luffy immediately began to pout and stuck out his tongue at her. “Excuse me?” He winced at her thunderous stare, then his body drooped like a scolded puppy’s. Muttering under his breath, he unwound his arms from around Shanks and obediently released him so that Nami could deposit him a respectable distance away. “That’s more like it.”

“Wow, Luffy, your girlfriend sure is a firecracker,” the man laughed good-naturedly. Nami’s cheeks flushed pink and she held up her hands in a gesture of rebuttal.

“What? No! I’m just his navigator!”

“That’s right! How dare you disrespect Nami-swan like that! Come here! I’ll kick your ass even if you are an Emperor!” Sanji shouted and approached Shanks with a cigarette clenched in his teeth, rolling up his sleeves even though he was going to very obviously kick him. All it took was Nami batting her eyelashes and crooning a calming remark for Sanji to melt on the spot and cease his affront. Shanks eyed the puddle of Sanji wiggling on the deck of his ship.

“What a frightening young woman you are.”

“Yeah, Nami’s scary, isn’t she?” Luffy said as he propped his chin on her shoulder. She huffed and tilted his straw hat such that it was not bumping into her head, but allowed him to stoop over to perch on her shoulder. She was quite used to his complete lack of personal space. “Anyway, Shanks, what’re you doing in this neck of the woods? Don’t you got important Emperor stuff to do?”

“It just so happened that we crossed paths. I spotted your Jolly Roger. Really, I was just going to sail on by, but Makino insisted~” he trilled with a bellowing laugh. Nami gasped as Luffy’s eyes nearly bugged out of his head and he clamped his hands down on her shoulders, head wildly swiveling around just above hers.

“Makino?! What’s she doing here? Hey, Makino, hellooooooo?!”

“Stop shouting! You’re gonna make me go deaf!” she screamed at him with a harmless but emphatic bonk to the side of his head. Though it didn’t even leave a mark, he gave her the poutiest look her could while rubbing his temple where she had whapped him.

“Why do you get to shout and I don’t?”

“Heehee,” came a girlish giggle from the crowd. “You haven’t changed at all, Luffy.” Nami and Luffy both turned as a beautiful young woman holding a swaddled infant pushed through to stand beside the much broader and taller red-haired man. Again, Luffy’s eyes bugged out of his head as he beheld the small child. Rather than going to inspect himself, as he was apparently very comfortable with now propping his chin on the top of Nami’s head, he shoved her forward to her feet were forced to clumsily carry her over to the woman and her baby.

“Whoa! Makino, when did you have a baby? Who’s baby is it, anyway? Oh my God, are you a pirate now? Did you steal it?” he accused with a horrified gasp. Makino laughed at his ridiculous notion, while Nami scowled in embarrassment at her captain’s simply insurmountable stupidity.

“Luffy, you moron. I’m the father!” Shanks huffed, shaking his head with closed eyes as he rested his one hand on his hip. Nami was counting down the seconds to when Luffy’s eyes popped out of his head for good; he made some noise reminiscent of a spit-take as he stared incredulously at Shanks.

“When the hell did that happen?” he cried as he looked between the pirate and the young mother ridiculously fast. If his spine had not been made of rubber, his neck would have snapped from the force of him swiveling. His chin was creating enough static friction against her scalp to start a fire, so she clapped her hands onto his cheeks to fix his head into place, gaze on the wee infant peering up at him curiously. “I’m so confused,” he said in a nasally whine, but curiously reached up to poke the baby in the cheek. “It’s squishy.”

“Don’t antagonize it,” Nami tutted as the infant squeaked in clear irritation.

“Would you like to hold him, Luffy?”

“Ooooooh!” he squealed and reached over Nami’s shoulders with grabby hands. “Gimme! Gimme!”

“Absolutely not. You have no idea how to properly hold a baby,” Nami refused and took the baby from Makino as she held it out. Luffy’s shoulders slumped up to his ears as he frowned grumpily at her when she turned around, cradling the baby carefully. “Oh, don’t pout, you’ll get to hold him in a second,” she huffed. The rest of the Straw Hats were very curious about Makino’s little charge and crowded around, ogling in wonder.

“He certainly is a cute little baby,” Robin smiled serenely and stuck out her index finger, her eyes brightening as he grasped it with his wee little hand. Chopper was jumping up and down begging to see, so Zoro lifted him up by his scruff to deposit him on his broad shoulder. The baby bubbled and cooed at the reindeer, making him blush and laugh.

“Aw, you’re not cute at all, you little bastard~ <3” he squealed with very obvious delight as he wriggled gleefully on Zoro’s shoulder. The swordsman in question had his arms crossed as he gazed critically down at the baby.

“So, what can it do?”

“Moss-head, you absolute moron! It’s a baby!”

“Yeah, so? You can teach babies tricks, right?”

“Dear God, I hope you never procreate.” Sanji scowled as he put his cigarette out with the bottom of his dress shoe so as not to make the baby ill with the toxic fumes. They began quipping back and forth, and next thing Nami knew they were a few yards away scrapping with each other while the Red-Haired Pirates were yelling bets. Imbeciles, Nami thought with a roll of her eyes as she gently rocked the baby up and down. After a while, the rest of the Straw Hats became more invested in the daily fight of their cook and swordsman- except the captain. Apparently he was more invested in Nami’s promise of being able to hold the infant, and was standing rigidly beside her practically vibrating with anticipation.

“Nami, Nami, can I please hold it now?” he begged with a wheedling whine. Nami clicked her tongue, not sure it was responsible to make Luffy in any way responsible for a baby, but she didn’t want to deny him the experience. She stepped close to him as she prepared to put the baby in his arms.

“Okay, hold him very gently and support his head, okay? Babies don’t have strong necks and their skulls aren’t fully formed yet, so their heads are very, very vulnerable,” she instructed. Luffy nodded vigorously as he scooped the baby out of her arms, surprisingly very natural at adjusting to cradling the little guy. Nami couldn’t help but smile warmly as he grinned brightly down at the baby, who was waving his arms with delighted little squeals.

“Hey, there, little guy! Wow, you’re so happy! My name’s Luffy and I’m gonna be King of the Pirates, so remember that, okay?” he told him, smiling so hard that his eyes scrunched up into little crescent-moon shapes. He began bouncing the baby like Nami had been earlier, then looked at Makino quizzically.

“So, what’re you doing with Shanks, anyway? Why are you in Fuschia Village? The Grand Line is a dangerous place for a baby.”

“Yeah,” Shanks sighed and rubbed the back of his neck, obviously displeased with the situation. “I snuck over to be there for the little guy’s birth, but somehow it got out to the Marines. I couldn’t risk them going after Makino to get to me. Right now, the safest place for them is with me.”

“Oh,” Luffy grimaced. “See, Nami, this is why we have to kick the World Government’s ass.”

“Yes, yes, ass-kicking will come in due time,” she sighed wearily. Makino giggled. She had a tick of covering her mouth with a hand when she laughed, Nami noticed, that was very endearing. She could see why Shanks would fancy a woman like her. As they stood beside each other, lovingly watching Luffy hold and chatter at the baby, it was very obvious that they were a doting and natural couple. Good for them, she thought with a smile.

“Hey, Nami,” Luffy said, shuffling close to her while still bouncing the baby up and down against his chest, “I want a baby.”

The screech that spilled from her mouth was unholy. She back-pedaled away from the confused young man, falling against Shank’s broad form. He reflexively caught her by the shoulders; she knew it was reflexes because he currently had his head tipped back in the most raucous bout of laughter she had ever heard, so hard that his broad body shook violently against Nami’s comparably smaller frame. Makino was blushing with a hand over her mouth and was looking between the startled navigator and the innocent-looking Luffy.

“Luffy!” Nami huffed breathlessly.

“What? I want one.”

“Stop saying that!”

“But I want one!”

“You have no idea what you’re saying!”

“Uh, yeah, I do. Me. Baby. Want. Can I have one?” Nami groaned loudly and ran a hand over her face. Truly, his idiocy and obliviousness knew no bounds.

“Luffy, you are aware of what it takes to get a baby, right?”

“Uh, yeah, Makino gave me the talk.”

“Then why the hell are you asking me?!”

“Because! There are other ways to get a baby! Somebody must be getting rid of one.”

“Oh my- Luffy, oh my God.” She was standing up by her own accord now, because Shanks had doubled over wheezing from laughing so hysterically. His face was nearly as red as his hair and Nami was pretty certain they would have to get Chopper on the scene, because he was probably going to pass out from lack of oxygen soon. Nami struggled to keep her head from exploding from how high her blood pressure was jacked at the moment. “Luffy… You just said that the Grand Line is a dangerous place for babies, right? Therefore, we shouldn’t put a baby at risk. You’ve declared war on the World Government and are competing with many other pirates for the title of Pirate King, yes?”

“Oh… Well, when you put it that way…” He frowned deeply, cocking his head to the side. She thought maybe she had gotten through to him, until that stupid grin returned to his face. “So after I kick the World Government’s ass and I become Pirate King, then can we get a baby?”

“No!” she screeched and head-chopped him. “Babies are immense responsibility! They require around-the-clock attention! Also, people just don’t give away babies! Even if we did manage to find and adopt an orphan baby, we’d still have to care for it, and none of you morons have enough brain cells to manage caring for a fake plant, let alone a baby! And stop with this ‘we’ stuff! Why do you keep asking me?!”

“Because,” he muttered through clenched teeth, cross-eyed as he stared at her hand that was still softly bonking him in the top of the head, “You’re smart and responsible. You could teach me how to take care of a baby.”

“I give up,” she sobbed as she sank down to her hands and knees, completely overwhelmed by his complete lack of tact. She didn’t know if her heart could take anymore. Did he really not know what it truly meant to ask her for a baby? Somehow through her breakdown, he had managed to not mess up holding Makino’s baby; he had kept him safe and secure through her head-chops, and the baby wasn’t even upset by all her yelling, quite content with the way Luffy was bouncing him up and down. Not that it mattered. He could hold one, maybe, but when it came time to feed one, he would be trying to give him meat.

“Hey, little guy, you hungry? Sanji makes great meat.”

“I give up,” she sobbed again as she all but melted against the wooden deck. Shanks had recovered from his laughing fit and was sitting up beside her, still red-faced as he struggled to contain short bursts of giggles.

“Ahahaha, oh, man, that was funny as shit,” he snickered as he clapped Nami repeatedly on the shoulder. “You sure have your work cut out for you with this moron.”

“I told you! I’m not his girlfriend!” she shrieked, and Emperor or no, he was still on the receiving end on one of her vicious whaps. He looked at her like a wounded puppy as he rubbed the welt where she had struck his chin with an uppercut.

“I didn’t say that! Luffy! She’s scary!”

“Yeah, I told you, shoulda listened,” Luffy shrugged and whirled on his heel to carry the baby over to where Sanji and Zoro were still fighting. “Hey, check it out, little guy! This is what a fight looks like! You’re gonna grow up to be a real ass-kicker just like us, right?” he was laughing as he made sure the baby could see the cook and swordsman whacking at each other like there was no tomorrow.

“You’re an idiot,” she sighed as she sat up and brushed her strands of tangerine hair- which probably had streaks of gray by now- from her face. Still, she had to smile. She had to admit, Lufdy did look happy holding the little guy.

He had a long way to go, but someday, Nami didn’t doubt that he would make a great father.

“Are you sure you aren’t Luffy’s girlfriend?” Makino asked as she crouched down beside her. “That was an awful lov-“

“No! No! Nope! Not happening! No, thank you!” Nami yelled with emphatic shakes of her head, literally screaming denials as it was her face that took on the crimson hue of Shanks’ famous red hair. Before the two could interrogate her anymore about feelings she was certainly not ready to discuss or even acknowledge, she scrambled over to Luffy to make sure he was actually taking care of the baby.

Great father he could be in the future, but right now, he was still dumb as a sack of rocks when it came to babies.

~Bonus~

Shanks sighed contentedly as he watched the flustered girl scurry away from his and Makino’s continuous prodding. With another short laugh, he tossed the long strands of his red hair from his face and motioned for Makino to sit down on the deck beside him; his legs were still jelly from laughing so hard he had nearly pissed himself, so there was no standing for him anytime soon. His beloved eased herself down onto her knees beside him, and his good arm immediately wound itself around her thin waist to hold her close. She rested her hand on his shoulder, smiling warmly as she watched young Nami berating Luffy for asking the baby if he wanted to hold one of Zoro’s swords.

“He’s come a long way, hasn’t he?” she sighed. Shanks nodded in agreement, then snorted in laughter.

“Still a long way to go, though. ‘Specially when it comes to women. I thought Nami was gonna kill him.” Makino giggled. He always loved her giggles. They resounded like clear bells in the morning, vibrating in his soul and lighting it alive. Watching Luffy handle his son out of the corners of his eyes, he pressed a kiss into her temple. “I love you, Makino.”

“I love you too, honey.” He smiled against her green hair, inhaling her sweet scent of summer grass and honeysuckle accented by the pungent sourness of the ale she served in the bar in Fuschia Village. He began to rub small circles into the small of her back.

“So, wanna make a bet on when they get married?”

“I heard that!”

“Oh, hell, Jesus-“ he sputtered and did not manage to duck in time as Nami wrenched off her flip-flop and chucked it with deadly precision, striking him right in the middle of his forehead. As he fell roughly down onto his back, Makino was making those delighted giggles next to him, and he had to smile despite the stinging pain in his forehead.

Glad you found yourself a nice girl, Luffy… Although, she scares me.

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mammon-sama · 4 years

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Let’s Film An Adult Video! (Fanfiction)

Aha, here is another story from me. This is super dumb and lighthearted an features a lot of Simeon, which is yay, I think. Anyway, again, this is a silly, cringy thing that I was bored and wrote. Also, it is on AO3. Sorry for posting so much, I promise I’ll tone it down soon if that bothers anyone! >.<

Title:

Let’s Film An Adult Video!

Summary:

When Simeon believes he's asked by Asmo to film an adult video, MC decides to help him, only to find out that sex is not the only thing on the Avatar of Lust's mind.

Genre:

Slice of Life/Humor

Rating:

Word Count:

2012

Additional Note:

All the dialogue between the MC and Simeon that are in italics means that it’s not verbally expressed, but is rather mouthed between you. And yes, you can understand each other because you’ve magically developed the talent of impeccable lip-reading.

You yawn slightly as you exit your Introduction to the History of Demonology 1001 classroom and shift the straps of your backpack. You groan at the weight of all the homework your obnoxious teacher assigned to you for the day.

Your eyes feeling heavy—you had stayed up with Levi all night yesterday playing one of his newly-released games—you stumble forward, nearly tripping on the velvet hallway runner that lines R.A.D’s tiled corridor.

You manage to regain your footing, but again, your ungraceful stroll is impeded by something else—that something being a tall, brown-skinned angel, who leans against the wall with furrowed brows.

You brighten instantly. “Hey, Simeon.” You notice the frown on his face. “Is something wrong?”

Simeon shakes his head. “I have to admit, yes, but it’s nothing for you to worry about, MC.”

You cock your head. “Are you sure? I’d like to help.”

“Well,” Simeon replies, smiling at your earnestness. “I don’t know if you can help. In fact, I’m the one who got myself into this mess, so I suppose I’m the only one who can get myself out.”

You have to wonder what kind of conundrum a pious creature like Simeon could have gotten himself into, so you say, “Just tell me what happened; maybe I can offer some insight.”

He nods. “Okay, then. I guess there’s no harm in telling you.” He sits down, leaning his back against a row of lockers, and motions for you to do the same. “Ah, see. You know, up in the Celestial Realm, we don’t use D.D.Ds. We have our own type of communication devices, sure, but we’ve never really had the need to use anything as complicated as what’s used in the Devildom.”

“Yeah, I remember Solomon telling me that you and Luke were super intrigued when Diavolo gave you guys your D.D.Ds,” you reminisce, as you pull out your own device.

“Yes, they’re really quite complex. We had trouble getting used to them at first.” Simeon laughs cheerfully. “I especially am fond of sending stickers and such, although I have trouble typing actual messages, though.” He pauses. “Anyway, I wanted to get better at navigating my D.D.D, so I enlisted the help of Levi earlier this week since he’s so good with technology.”

You stop him there. “Impossible—Levi’s favorite game just got a new installment on Sunday, so he’s been playing it all week. He’s been at it pretty much 24/7. Actually, I helped him yesterday.”

“Yes, the fact that Levi is busy this week made it so that despite our arrangement, I couldn’t rely on him.” The angel shook his head sadly. “However, Levi did recommend that I talk to Asmodeus if I wanted help with my D.D.D considering Asmo spends a lot of time on it browsing and posting on Devilgram and DevilTube.”

You nod. “Makes sense.”

Simeon goes on, “The thing is, Asmodeus said that if he taught me the ins-and-outs of my D.D.D, he wanted something in return; I said that that was alright.” He looks down, and you can’t help but notice the slight blush on his face as he continues, “Today he let me know what he wants me to do.” He takes a deep breath. “He wants me to film a video in his bedroom … a video featuring him and his … lady friends . He said he’d do it himself, but he’d be pretty … occupied during the video. He also said he’d have a script and everything.”

“What?” You can feel your eyes bulge out of your head, making the connection between the Avatar of Lust and … scripted bedroom videos. “He wants you to film a porno with him starring in it?!”

Simeon nods furiously. “You realize it too, don’t you, MC? I’m sure that’s what he wants, right?”

“Right. He really must be a demon if he wants an angel to film him having sex …” You sigh. “Maybe tell him you don’t want to do it?”

He shakes his head. “No, I can’t do that—I can’t break a promise I made to him.” He sighs. “I’m just going to have to buckle down and do what he asks.”

You feel as if you should’ve known that as an angel, he wouldn’t go back on his word. You decide to alleviate him, considering he looked miserable. “If you want, I’ll help you.”

“I can’t ask you to do that, MC!” Simeon gasps. “You’re not the one who promised this to Asmo!”

“I’m doing it,” you affirm. “I told you I’d try to help, so I’m gonna. With me there, we can take turns controlling the video camera, so you don’t have to see as much … stuff.”

The angel seemed to sense that there was no way that you were budging from your stance, so he groans. “I guess there’s no stopping you, then. Let’s go to Asmo’s room and film an adult video!”

“Huh,” you comment, peering through the threshold to Asmodeus’ open bedroom. “He’s not here.”

“Yes, he said we could come in beforehand to get all the equipment set up before he brings in his female … companions.” Simeon blushes at the last two words. “Although, I’m not sure we’re going to need all that much recording stuff.” He pulls out his D.D.D. “I mean, Asmo showed me how to work the video camera on this so I think we can use that to film.”

You nod. “That sounds fine. The video quality might not be that great, but since we don’t have anything else, I guess we can just use that.”

Before you can see anything else, you notice that Simeon has begun to wander through Asmodeus’ room. He turns to you, clutching a small, pink, egg-shaped object. His eyes widen in suspicion. “What do you think this is, MC? Some kind of weird sex toy? Do you think they’ll use it in the video? Because if so, I’d like to film that part, to see what hole it goes up in.”

It’s your turn to blush. “I—I believe that’s called a BeautyBlender, Simeon. It’s a sponge for makeup.”

“Ah, I see.” He places it back on Asmo’s vanity and notices that a pale powder has rubbed off the beauty sponge and onto his fingers. He looks curiously at you.

“Foundation,” you explain. “You can wipe it off.”

He nods and reaches toward what looks like a slick metal hand sanitizer dispenser placed on the vanity. But, before he can press the actuator down, Asmodeus prances into his room.

“Hello, everyone!” Asmo sings. “Oh, lovely! MC, you’re here, too! I’ll do you after I’m done with these two.”

He gestures at the two female demons that had followed him into the room; both are surprisingly, unconventionally beautiful, with strikingly attractive features that didn’t seem to follow any beauty standards. He saunters toward his bed, pausing when he notices Simeon’s hand poised on the ‘hand sanitizer dispenser.’ “Ooooh, are we interrupting something?” He glances at you and then Simeon, grinning. “If we were, don’t mind us, and do go on! I’ll join in if I notice a lull!”

You cock your head. “… What?”

Asmodeus shrugged. “Well, I can only assume what was about to go on, considering Simeon’s hand is poised on my lube dispenser.”

Simeon whips his hand away from the metal canister, his face bright red. “I—I thought it was hand sanitizer!”

“No, no, that’s lube—good quality stuff, too!” Asmo beckons toward the two other demons, and they walk further into the room. “Lailah, Feota, come, sit on the bed, darlings.”

As the two girls quietly make their way to the bed, Simeon mouths to you from across the room (you magically have insanely good lip-reading skills and can understand him perfectly), “Holy Father, MC, he has two ‘lady friends!’ We’re gonna be filming a threesome! How scandalous!”

You nod furiously and point to Asmodeus, who had sauntered over to his closet and is now returning with a massive pink box that is covered with glitter. He plops it down on his bed next to Lailah and Feota.

“I got my bag of tricks!” Asmo explains, pointing to the box. He taps his fingers gleefully. “This is going to be so much fun!”

“Bag of tricks?” you mouth to Simeon. You have a sneaking suspicion that in regards to the genre of this video, that could only mean one thing.

He turns to the both of you, saying, “I just need to grab a few more things for the video, so if you guys could just hold off on the filming for a few minutes, that would be fabulous.” You and Simeon watch as Asmodeus turns toward his vanity, opens the drawer, and pulls out a curling iron, which confuses you because … where did a curling iron fit into sex?

“Vibrator!” Simeon mouths, gesturing toward it, his eyebrows raising.

“Curling iron!” you mouth back to him.

Asmo yanks out an eyelash curler and puts it on the vanity.

“Nipple clamps!”

“Eyelash curler!”

Next, the fifthborn demon pulls out an assortment of pointy makeup brushes. As you notice the number of beauty supplies accumulating on his vanity, you begin to reconsider the exact nature of the video you and Simeon are to film …

“Butt plugs!”

“Literally brushes, Simeon!” You begin to wonder exactly how dirty the angel’s mind is.

Suddenly, Asmodeus produces a pair of fluffy red handcuffs from his drawer, before cheerfully blushing and shoving them back inside. “Whoopsie! Heehee, those aren’t for right now!” He walks back over to his bed, grabs the pink box, and sets it onto the vanity.

He turns toward you. “MC, be a doll and pull that ball chair up over here toward my vanity. I only have one seat here and both Lailah and Feota should be in front of the mirror.”

“So whoever’s not participating in the sexy times at the moment can watch!” Simeon, his eyes bugging out of his head, mouths to you, again.

You facepalm in exasperation and not even bothering to respond to his previous statement, you mouth, “I’m not sure we’re filming porn, Simeon.”

The angel looks at you in shock. “How can you be so sure?”

Just then, Asmo opens his ‘box of tricks,’ hauling out dozens of tubes of liquid lipstick and eyeliner, at least ninety-three different eyeshadow palettes, and several different small cases of foundation in every skin tone, as well as various other products.

You raise an eyebrow at Simeon. “Because everything he’s gotten ready so far is a bunch of makeup products.”

“Maybe he wants to look good for the shoot!” Simeon counters.

You shake your head. “I don’t think so.”

Finally noticing your and Simeon’s silent exchange, Asmodeus turns to you and nods. “Ohh, I bet you guys are wondering about the script.” Before you can correct him on the fact that that is not what you two were pondering, Asmo pulls out a sheet of paper from his vanity drawer and hands it to you. “The script is just something I wrote so that you guys know which angles to film me and the girls from so that we look our best and the audience gets the most out of the video since you guys are just amateur videographers.”

Simeon meanders to your side and reads aloud from the sheet. “‘For the most part, focus on either Lailah or Feota’s face—whoever’s makeup I’m doing at the moment. Normally I’d tell you to put the camera mostly on me, since really, why look at anything else?—but because this is a makeup tutorial and these two are my models, I guess it’s smarter to focus on them.’” Simeon raises an eyebrow and looks at Asmodeus. “ … Wait, so we’re really just making a makeup tutorial video?”

The Avatar of Lust nods enthusiastically. “Yes! For my wildly popular DevilTube channel!” He pauses. “What else would we be filming?”

You and Simeon exchange a look and sigh.

THE END

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broken-clover · 4 years

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AU-gust Day 11- Farm

I return with more ridiculousness!

I will admit I am not a total expert on Sonic Lore, but I played Sonic Heroes growing up and I love Big the Cat (I mean, dude loves frogs, it’s only natural) so this might be a bit bizarre compared to the rest of what I have so far, but here’s a quick Sonic fic with team Rose being good buddies!

Amy hadn’t been expecting to spot a familiar face on the train, but it was a delightful surprise to spot a familiar pair of floppy tan ears, with an upbeat chao circling around them.

“Hey, Cream!” She stuck a hand up in the air and waved as she approached the younger girl. “Long time no see!”

“Miss Amy? Hello!” After a brief moment of confusion, Cream smiled and waved back, with Cheese bobbing excitedly and kicking his little feet. “Are you heading to Mystic Ruins, too?”

“Huh? Yeah, that’s exactly where I’m headed, how did you know?” Amy tilted her head and pulled an envelope from her bag. “I got this invitation…”

“Me too!” Cream smiled, pulling out an identical one. “How exciting! Yours is from Mr. Big as well, isn’t it?”

“That’s right. I wonder what he’s up to? It sounded like he was excited to show us whatever it was that he’s been working on.”

Amy pulled the letter out of its sleeve and unfolded it so she could read it again. She had seen his handwriting before, so it was clear to her that he had been insistent on writing their letters slowly and carefully to make them look nice. It seemed that this, whatever it was, was very important to him, and he wanted his friends to see it.

‘Dear Amy, it read, in thick black letters. ’I’ve been working on something very cool! And you are a very good friend. I want you to come see it, please! Please come to Mystic Ruins next tuesday, I will wait at the train station so I can show you! I hope you like it!

-Big the Cat’

“Any ideas what his ‘something cool’ might be, Cream?”

“Hmm…” The rabbit tapped at her chin, with Cheese mimicking her. “He’s a fisherman, maybe he caught a very large fish that he wants to show us?”

“That might be it. Maybe he’s gonna make dinner out of it!”

“I suppose we’ll find out very soon, won’t we? It shouldn’t be much longer to the station.”

The two girls spent the rest of their short trip chatting about what they’d been up to. It didn’t feel like there had been much of a wait when an announcement came over the intercom.

“Mystic Ruins station, we are approaching Mystic Ruins station. Please do not attempt to exit the train until it has come to a complete stop and the doors have been fully opened. Have a nice day!”

“Oh! Cream, this is our stop!” Amy took her smaller companion by the hand and led her out onto the platform once the train had stopped. As soon as they did, both girls spotted a familiar figure at the bottom of the stairs.

“Mr. Big!” Cream fluttered down, trailed by Cheese and Amy.

“Nice to see ya!” Amy flashed him a smile and a wave. “Glad we didn’t show up too early.”

“You came!!” Big threw his arms around the girls and pulled them into a tight, warm hug. In one hand, he held what appeared to be a pile of straw tangled together.

“Of course we came!” Replied Amy. “We’re excited to see that big surprise you were talking about!”

“Daw, well I’m super excited to show you! I’ve been working really hard on it!” When he finally let them go, he dropped the strange thing in his hands on their heads.

“Huh? What’s this?” The hedgehog pulled the object off to get a better look at it. “Is this a hat?”

“Yeah-huh! Straw hats are super important!” Big’s tail wagged behind him in excitement. “Let’s go! I really want to show you!”

The two obliged, though they were undeniably curious, both regarding their destination and the peculiar straw hats. They had to have some sort of relevance, but nothing came to mind- well, maybe that wasn’t necessarily true. As they began to wander a beaten path into the thickets, the waxy leaves dripped moisture, and Amy noticed that she never noticed any water fall down her back with the hat’s brim in the way. Maybe that was it?

“Are we going to your house, Big?” Amy asked, realizing that the route was familiar.

“Sorta!” He replied with a good-natured chuckle. “It’s right by it.”

Cream bounded up to him, with little flaps to help her jump. “Mr. Big, can I ask a question?”

“Yuh-huh!”

“Where is Froggy? Isn’t he usually with you?”

Amy couldn’t believe she hadn’t noticed. They both knew how much Big absolutely adored his small friend. Why wasn’t Froggy with him?

For a moment, both girls wondered if their companion’s bright mood was going to be immediately soured by the fact that he’d misplaced his beloved friend again. But to their surprise, Big continued to smile, and laughed once again.

“You’re really good at guessing, Cream! Really good!”

Neither of them were entirely sure what he was trying to convey. Especially with the steadily increasing sounds of something in the distance. But it wasn’t a confusion that lasted long. The tall plants gave way to a neat little clearing where the man’s humble shack stood- but it was immediately apparent that some renovations had been made. A little barnhouse had been built into it, and neat little fences had been erected around a couple of nearby ponds.

“A farm!” Cream chirped with glee. “Mr. Big, your house is a farm!”

Well, that sort of explained the hats. Amy suddenly realized what the odd noises were. “Not just any farm...it’s a frog farm!”

“Heehee!” Big seemed equally excited. “Surprise! I was making a little house for Froggy, but then it kept getting bigger and bigger!”

He led them to the small barnhouse. A good portion of it was devoted to another small pond, where several frogs relaxed on lilypads and let out melodic croaks. “Froggy! Hello!” Big scooped up a familiar specimen and held it out to his guests. “Froggy has a lot of friends now. An’ I feed them and take good care of them!”

“They’re soooo cute!” Cream said. “I used to think frogs were a little creepy, but you really showed me how cute they can be, Mr. Big!”

“All frogs are good frogs.” Big nodded. “You two can hold them, but wash your hands first! Dirty hands are bad for frogs and it makes them sick!”

There were a pair of spigots built into the wall over a little basin. “I guess it makes sense for a lot of frogs to live here.” Said Amy, as she began scrubbing her hands clean. “It’s so damp out in Mystic Ruins, they probably like it here!”

“I can’t imagine what it would be like, being wet all the time.” Said Cream. “But I guess I’m not a frog. They probably don’t know what it’s like having fur all over them, either.”

“There is a kind of frog that has hair!” Big piped up from the other end of the barn, where he was sitting with Froggy. “It’s not really hair, though. Just looks like it. It also has tiny claws!” When the girls came back, he stood back up and ushered them towards the water. “Holding frogs is kinda hard the first couple times, but I’ll help you!”

Big scooped one off of a lilypad. The animal seemed completely unfazed by it, and simply let itself be held. He offered it to Cream. “Here! This one is very calm, he will sit still for you!”

“Woah, they really are all smooth and slimy…” Cream’s expression was a mix of fascination and faint unease. “Am I holding him right?”

“Yeah-huh! Keep up the good work!” After making sure the frog was secure, Big bent over the water again and scooped up another frog. “Amy, here’s one for you!”

She had gone in expecting to be completely fine with the whole thing, but as soon as she felt the wet stickiness of it, she squeaked in panic and flinched back. “It feels weird!”

“You don’t have to if you don’t want to.” Big said, though he still looked disappointed.

Amy steeled herself. “No, I can do it! I can do it.”

“Okay.” He tried holding it out to her again. Amy lifted her hands to accept the frog...only for it to jump and stick to her face.

“EEK!” She shrieked, only barely stopping herself from swatting the thing clean off. “It’s on me! It’s on me!”

“Hold still! I’ve got it.” With a couple of attempts, Big managed to take it off, and he held onto the frog carefully to keep it from hopping off.

Cream gave an empathetic wince. “Sorry, Miss Amy. Are you okay?”

“M’sorry about that.” Said Big, placing the frog back in the water. “That doesn’t usually happen.”

Amy’s expression was blank and unreadable. A bit of slime plastered the bangs to her eyes. After a moment, a faint smile twitched at the end of her lip.

“Heh...ehehe...hahahaha!” Despite the mess, Amy began to laugh, smiling brightly. “I guess that means it likes me!”

#AU-gust #writing #sonic the hedgehog #big the cat #Amy Rose #cream the rabbit

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rubberduckyrye · 4 years

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Oumota Weekend Day #2: Quiet Night (Roommates)

Description: After the accident, Kaito has to stay in the hospital wing a lot longer than he anticipated. At the very least, Kokichi made a decent roommate.

Word Count: 2,689

(Because I’ve challenged myself to make all of my Oumota weekend drabbles related to one another/connect, you should read my day one drabble first before you read this one. Anyway, I hope you enjoy!)

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Healing took some time, more time then Kaito wanted. The feat he had pulled off did a number on his body more than he had realized. The doctors called what he had done a phenomenon known as “Hysterical Strength,” where people are able to perform amazing things when life or death situations arise. Yet it still took its toll on him, and he had to remain in the hospital wing of the shelter for far longer than the handful of days he expected.

Though, considering who his roommate was, the extended stay wasn’t so bad.

Since they were injured at the same time, Kokichi and Kaito ended up sharing a room together. The first few days were quiet, but eventually talking to one another came as naturally as breathing. They spent long nights talking about this or that—ranging from Kokichi telling jokes and poking fun at him, to more heartfelt confessions about their dreams. There was never any judgment, and never any pressure for the open honesty, but Kokichi grew more and more willing to let his mask down a little further every night. Those were precious moments where Kaito saw more and more of the real “Kokichi Ouma,” and not just the facade he had thought was his true nature.

One night in particular stood out the most to him, however.

It started off as any other, with Kokichi’s family leaving and waving their goodbyes, promising to return as soon as possible in the morning. Then he turned his attention to Kaito, grinning and immediately jabbing at him like he always had. A playful rivalry as usual, nothing new, nothing special—but so special, that Kaito wouldn’t have it any other way.

The thought made his heart flutter.

“—Again, your head’s in the clouds! Heeey, earth to Kaito! Kaitoooo!” Kokichi’s whining startled Kaito out of his thoughts, and he saw Kokichi pouting. “Geez, Kaito, I know you wanna go to space, but can’t you keep your head on your shoulders and out of space for a second? I’m trying to talk to you!”

“I’ll stop thinking about space when you stop lying all the time,” Kaito teased back, as usual. “Which is to say, that won’t ever happen, so don’t waste your breath.”

Though Kaito thought he had just been any ordinary jab, he didn’t miss the way Kokichi winced. He didn’t even jab back, instead letting his eyes fall onto his lap. The sudden shift was sudden and jarring.

“… Uh, I was just joking,” Kaito said quickly, frowning and sitting forward. As if it would give him a better angle on Kokichi’s expression, but Kokichi turned away from him.

Yet before he could ask, Kokichi turned to face him with a big grin. “Nee-heehee, then it’s hopeless! Geez, Kaito, you’re such a space nerd!” The corner of Kokichi’s mouth twitched, before he continued; “Well, if you’re just gonna think about space and not pay attention anyway, then I might as well go to bed! I’ll die of boredom if you’re not gonna pay attention to me!”

Kokichi flopped back, letting his back hit the hospital bed. While his legs were still healing, he still rolled over onto his side, facing away from Kaito. “G’niiiiight!”

Maybe if it had been back when they were just classmates at Hopes Peak, Kaito might have bought it. Back then, it always seemed like Kokichi was jumping in and starting whatever, and then when he got bored, ran off after giving some excuse. But he knew better now. He knew now what it truly meant, when Kokichi ran away from a situation, whether it be literal or metaphorical.

Something Kaito had said had hit somewhere too close to home.

“Hey, wait—” Normally, Kaito didn’t push Kokichi to be honest with him, but normally, there weren’t injured feelings to deal with. Kaito scooted off of the bed, and took a seat next to Kokichi’s bed. “Don’t give me that. What happened?”

Kaito knew what happened—but not the full scope of it. He knew that what he had said somehow hurt Kokichi with how he winced and immediately fell silent afterwards, but he didn’t know what about it would hurt him.

Kokichi didn’t respond immediately, but when he did, he scoffed. “The doctors told you not to keep getting out of bed like that.”

“Well, they can go fuck off.” Kaito felt fine, so it wasn’t important. This was far more important. “C’mon, dude. Were you trying to tell me something while I was spacing out?”

That was the only thing Kaito could think of, at any rate. That Kokichi was actually trying to tell him something important and felt brushed off. It was all he could think of.

Kokichi refused to turn to face him, but Kaito noticed that he had started lightly shaking. A tell that Kokichi was anxious over something, or afraid, but trying to say something that made him feel vulnerable. As much as Kaito wanted to push, letting Kokichi work up the nerve was a far better option than forcing it out of him. Still Kaito bit the inside of his cheek, growing anxious himself over whatever the problem was.

Finally, Kaito heard Kokichi draw in a deep, shuddering breath, and he mumbled; “I can’t always help it, you know.”

Kaito’s brows knitted in confusion, and his lips parted as he tried to find the right words or understand what Kokichi meant. When he couldn’t, he asked; “Can’t help what?”

“… Lying,” Kokichi clarified, though his shaking only got worse, and he curled in on himself a little. “Sometimes, I can’t actually… help it.”

Kaito was a bit bewildered to hear that, and he struggled to understand. Though Kokichi had answered, he felt even more lost and confused—after all, how can one say they “can’t help” lying?

Yet he knew this kind of honesty, how Kokichi was afraid while his walls were down. He might not understand it, but Kokichi at least believed it to be true. Worst of all, it was something that genuinely bothered him.

And Kaito had made a jab at him about it.

Before Kaito could think to apologize, Kokichi continued; “It’s like… a disorder. I think it’s called ‘compulsive lying disorder’ or whatever. It’s really hard being honest sometimes. Sometimes, I lie even when I don’t want to. Even telling you this much… is making me really anxious. Sometimes it feels so bad I’d rather die, actually… ehe…”

Kaito could see it, too, the way Kokichi shook and how his voice was weak and wavering. It was the most vulnerable and open Kaito had ever seen him.

Frowning, Kaito slowly and gently rested a hand on Kokichi’s shoulder. “Hey, it’s okay. I’m sorry, I didn’t know that was a thing.” It was still hard to believe, actually, but there was a curious part of him that wanted to look into it. “It won’t happen again, promise.”

Kaito heard a little sniffle, and he wondered if Kokichi had actually started crying. Though after another moment, Kokichi slowly rolled over, staring at him with those intense, lilac eyes. “… Hey, Kaito?”

“Yeah?”

Kokichi hesitated again. It took him longer this time, but finally, he quietly muttered; “What do you think about me?”

Kaito was taken aback by the question. It felt jarring, to skip from one topic to the next, but as much as he wanted to jump back into the first issue, his gut told him not to.

He leaned back into his chair with a quiet hum, trying to find the right words for his thoughts on Kokichi. When he thought about it, it was a complicated mess that he couldn’t navigate well. It made his cheeks feel warm.

“… That’s kinda hard to answer,” he admitted. “It’s hard to put it into words.”

Kokichi frowned, and his fingers gripped at the sheets underneath them. In the darkness of the room, Kokichi’s eyes looked wide and bright, lit up by the white light of the moon peaking in from the window. Everything was so still and quiet that Kaito could even hear the faint howling of the wind from outside.

Kaito crossed his arms, letting his eyes fall as he tried to think. He couldn’t look into Kokichi’s eyes; they were distracting, too brilliant and glowing like the stars he had come to love. His face felt a little warmer.

“… Well, I think you’re a pretty great guy,” he said, finally, though that was a clear simplification and understatement. “Now that I’ve gotten to actually know you? I like hanging out with you. You’re always messing around, but it’s all in good fun. I like messing around with you. It’s fun. You’re funny, too. You always find new ways to make me laugh. And you’re really smart, too.”

He paused, still unable to look Kokichi in the eye but still feeling his eyes on him. It actually made him anxious to be under such an intense gaze.

“… And, you’re a really good person, too.” Kaito’s voice was abnormally tender and soft, a tone that only Kokichi seemed to drag out of him. “When you were helping all of those people, and you almost died trying to save that little girl… That’s when it clicked for me. That I really had you figured out all wrong. Before all of that, I thought you were just some trouble maker wanting attention, but now… It’s just so hard to believe that I was so off about you before. It kind of makes me think I’m an idiot for not seeing it sooner.”

Beyond that, Kaito didn’t know what else he could say. There were a lot of other things he liked about Kokichi, of course, but those thoughts were starting to get alarming and confusing all at once, making his chest burn with a feeling he couldn’t quite place.

When he finally looked towards Kokichi, he saw that he was no longer staring at him, but at the sheets. Picking at them, fidgeting with anxious energy. His lips parted, but they closed when no words came out. He squeezed his eyes shut.

It took Kokichi a long while to say anything, but when he did, Kaito’s heart skipped a beat. “Do you... like me?”

Kaito tensed, but other than that, he tried not to have any obvious external reaction. Kokichi was sharp—sometimes, too sharp, and it made Kaito’s stomach do uneasy flips.

“… Uh,” he fumbled, dumbfounded. A part of him thought to play dumb, and act as if Kokichi meant that loaded question in a more platonic fashion, but he knew better. He also knew that Kokichi knew, so playing dumb just wasn’t an option.

Yet, he didn’t know how to answer that.

“I… Uh, hm.” Kaito uncrossed his arms and rubbed the back of his head. “Why are you asking me something like that?”

Well, there would only be one reason why anyone would ask that question, actually. With the way he saw Kokichi tense, he could guess he knew the answer.

Kaito hadn’t noticed it, but Kokichi’s face had grown darker. Not from a dwindling light, but from a dark blush that was otherwise hard to see in the dark. If the lights were on, he imagined that Kokichi’s face would be entirely red.

Kokichi swallowed, and his fingers gripped on the sheets even tighter. Kaito didn’t think Kokichi could answer, but at that point he really didn’t need to. It was obvious—Kokichi had fallen for him. A nervous glee burned in his chest when he realized that he felt the same.

“… I, uh.” Kaito cleared his throat, and his face burned hotter than before. “… I think it’s a lot… more than just that. How I feel about you, I mean.”

In such a short while, he had fallen for him, Kaito realized. He fell, and he fell hard.

But it was hard for him not to fall in love with someone who shone as bright as a star.

A soft chuckling interrupted Kaito’s thoughts again, and he turned his attention back on Kokichi—who was laughing lowly into his pillow and still gripping onto the sheets for dear life.

“Geez, you really don’t hold your punches, do you?” Kaito could barely hear him with how he buried his face into the pillow, but he still heard Kokichi’s voice wavering. “I… uh. Wow.”

“Hey, you’re the one who asked!” Kaito felt his face burn even more, and shifted his weight in his seat. “I’m not gonna lie about something like that. I don’t know what you were expecting.”

“… Nothing at all, actually,” Kokichi muttered, before he finally lifted his head to look up at Kaito again. He was smiling, that smile that made Kaito’s heart flutter and melt. “I’m glad I was wrong, for once.”

Kaito snickered. He tried to contain his laughter a bit, however, as he moved a hand to rest on top of Kokichi’s. “What do you mean, ‘for once’? You’re wrong like, all the time, dumb ass.”

Now it was Kokichi’s turn to giggle, though he had a much harder time containing it for the same of the banter. “Are you sure that—pfft,” a giggle fit struck him, interrupting his come back. It took him a moment to compose himself, but he didn’t stop grinning. “Are you sure that you’re not projecting, Kaito? ‘Cause you’re the one that’s an idiot!”

The normal jabs he retaliated with fluttered up in his thoughts, but Kaito decided against using them. He had another idea, something that he was sure would fluster Kokichi into oblivion.

“Hmm, yeah, I guess you might have a point,” he started, and saw that Kokichi was already thrown off guard. It made Kaito grin wider. “I guess only an idiot would fall in love with starlight.”

Immediately, Kokichi’s breath sputtered, and Kaito burst out into a roaring laughter. Kokichi wheezed and whined, covering his face with his hands, and Kaito could just imagine how red his face was.

It took Kokichi several seconds before he composed himself enough to sit up and shove at Kaito’s shoulder, and Kaito only snickered more. “Ch-cheater! You’re not allowed to do that! Now I win by default, since you’re a filthy cheater!”

“Oh, what a shame… I lost huh?” Another idea sprouted in his mind, and before he could consider anything else, a hand went to cup Kokichi’s cheek. “Well, since you won and all… I guess just this once, I’ll give you a prize. If you want.”

He had to add that last bit, even in the middle of their game. Kaito didn’t want to do anything that would make Kokichi uncomfortable, and his implications were quite obvious.

Beneath his fingers, Kaito could feel how warm Kokichi’s face was. So warm, and so soft. It was almost too enticing.

“A-Ah...” Kokichi was so flustered, and so skittish. Kaito didn’t dare move, letting Kokichi call the shots. After a hard swallow, Kokichi muttered. “I…”

Kokichi had fallen silent after that, unable to answer verbally. However, he leaned forward rather than away, and Kaito could guess at his answer. Still, he was slow to move, letting Kokichi have every opportunity to escape it if he wanted to.

He didn’t, and before long, their lips met in a soft kiss. It was so soft and warm, that an intense surge of emotions ran through him. Affection, love, a strong need to protect—the kiss brought forth all these feelings all at once.

When he pulled away and opened his eyes, they immediately met with Kokichi’s, and he saw those very same emotions reflecting within them.

Though they were no longer kissing, their faces were mere inches apart. So close, that Kaito felt Kokichi’s breath on his lips as he whispered; “Cheater.”

Kaito chuckled before he pulled Kokichi in for another kiss, just as much for the pleasure of it as it was to retaliate for the accusation. He could live with being a cheater, in the end, if it meant he could be loved in return by someone so brilliant.

#oumota #kokichi ouma #kaito momota #oumotaweekend #oumotaweekend2019

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