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thebottomfromhell · 5 months

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can i please request the upper moons +muzan falling for a human female reader please? i kinda wanna see how they treat reader different ( cause akaza don’t hurt women)

Ok, female version of this post, then. Again, it won't be pretty, Reader being a woman instead of a man won't make most of these guys act much different, since the reaction was more focused on Reader's humanity than the gender/sex. But they would feel it very differently, considering that this guys would be sexist AF (reminder that being sexist is more than hitting women).

For this time I will not be adding Muzan for tha sake of making something more abour him later (Sexism is an important topic for this prompt, and I am still figuring out how to make traist of his) sorry for that. :''/

Uppermoons reaction of falling in love with Human Female Reader

Warnings: Manga spoilers, Reader's death, Cannibalism, Yandere behavior, Mentioned torture, Non-consented body modifications (becoming a demon), Implied non-con sexual content, Predatory-animalistic behavior, Münchausen syndrome, Vore elements (not in a kinky way), Implied child abuse, Typical sexism of the time period, Mentions of menstrual period, And Each of these is a warning on their own.

Gyutaro (ft. Daki):

First things first, Daki loathes you. She sees you as hag trying to steal her big brother away from her. Good luck so she doesn't kill you.

"I have my eyes on you, you whore! I'm watching!" .... brats.

Meanwhile, Gyutaro knows he likes you but he doesn't want to acccept it. Liking a human? It's acary, a weakness against other demons and slayers.

Also, he is sure you won't want him, an ugly freak with a lady, what a laugh! He can't trust you, specially if you say you want him back. It's a lie.

He doesn't know how to behave with you, the only person he ever loved was his sister, and he was never able to tell her "no", and he is sure he won't be able to say it to you too. That is scary.

You have a lot of power over him, he protects you, takes care of you, obeys you when you tell him something, but he stays away most of the time.

He looks at you, yearning, to the point it's obssesive. You never leave his head.

Daki, because she has been also looking, knows if you do something, threats and destroys your things, protective over Gyutaro.

"Daki, ne... cut it off." "BUT ONII-CHAN!"

Make a move yourself, or this will continue until you die, since Gyutaro will also protect you from his sister, but won't be able to stop her completely. She hates you.

He won't force you to anything, respect you, understand you have it hard as a woman without him, so he won't hold it against you id you want to leave. Or at least he will try not to.

Still, against him? You will always be free.

Gyokko:

Gyokko is fast to figure put what he wants you to do, that he wants you to stay, even if it takes a bit more time to figure out how he feels about you.

You fill his taste, there is no mistake, and his tastes are the best. So he makes sure to praise you almost as much as his ability to choose.

"You are beautiful, no canvas can compare to you. Look at yourself and tell me I am right, that you don't deserve my praise and attention."

He will teach you a bit of his arts, even if he doesn't really expects you to learn in the same "profesional" way he does. Art for women is a hobby, and if it gets as far to be a job then they must abandon the idea of having husband and children.

Then again, he is not a husband, and having him gatting you away from human standards and society might give you the chance to be a true artist.

He eats parts of you as punishment id he thinks you crossed the line, but he is more lenient he would be if you were a man. "Woman are more fragile and hysterical, of course you I need to be understanding."

3 strikes is a foot in his mouthes, 6 to the knee, 9 all the leg. You can only have so many strikes before becoming more a burden than you are worth, without limbs.

You can beg for him to turn you or die, neither way he will make a piece of art of your body before your death. You will be sublime no matter what, but life will only come with begging.

He will make you stay awake through the pain, he will open you up a hole in your stomach, mold it into a form that represents the new birth. He will take away your organs, use your blood as make-up, dress you up nicely in red and white.

He won't even take a bite off as he pours his blood in the new hole, making you his forever.

Hantengu:

He cowers away at the slightlest chance of falling in love.

He disappeared, almost from thin air. Hiding... from a human... Upper 4 for you, ladies...

He comes back to cry about it, sobbing and sometimes hurting you with his clwas by accident as he grabs you.

He had several wives in his life as human, he knows how to treat them, or at least he should know, feeling pressured.

Why can't he just treat you like he treated them? Why is he so scared? He knows he is not doing it right but he can't bring himself to be charming and behave as a gentleman.

He is aware of his flaws, and id terrified with the idea you will leave him for it, even if he is not around most of the time, coming back and forward, comes to cry and then leaves.

Are you food? Are you beloved? Are you useless? Are you beautiful? Are you conforting? Are you nice? Are you about to die because of him? Are you going to reject him?

He will stab you in your sleep, or in an argument, he killed wives during those before. All with a knife instead of his abilities as a demon.

He didn't have to be a demon to kill women and children, and he is really sorry, but you had to die for his sake.

Sekido:

Ok, you have three seconds before shit explodes, so if you run you might save yourself.

3... 2... 1... "WHAT THE FUCK DID YOU DO TO ME YOU PIECE OF SHIT?!" There it is, that is all it took him.

A few days he kept think of you and he knew... you fucked up. You must scape until he calms down.

The fact that a fragile human, a defenceless woman, can make his heart beat faster and his face blush is simoly embarrasing. He hates it, it makes him angry, it makes him feel vulnerable.

The other clones are your best bet to get it this far, go for Karaku, he will keep you alive only for the sake of teasing Sekido.

Both of you know you will die, the more the likes you, the worse he will feel, and he will take it out of you.

You are just a human, you won't be able to survive him unless you become a demon, but he will not accept your refusal. He won't even tell you.

The relationship becomes stable in your new form, he just bites your neck and opens his wrist with his nails to transform you.

"Don't you dare trying to get away from me, woman."

Karaku:

"Gonna rock your body all night, it's lust at first sight" - probably Karaku if he knew Chris Crocker.

That is your chance for survival, and you take it, making him chose lust over gluttony.

He does threat of getting rid of you, but he makes sure to get you money, besides the flirting and gifts, considering he is aware he basically ruined your chance of a married life. He teases you about it when he feels cruel.

He makes sure to pleasure you, even if you don't want to, you don't get to make that choice.

It does take him more years than if you were a man to realize this is not normal lust, but that he is romantically attected to you.

He decides to transform you into a demon, doesn't warn or ask, when he realizes it.

He does it during sex, he bites you, moaning against your new wounds and the taste of blood. He will open his neck for you.

He will offer yourself to you once you wake up as a demon, memories lost and replaced with hunger and thirst. Not remembering the cold feeling of losing blood against his skin.

"Hey love~. Spend the night with me, will ya? I am all yours now, show me what you can do with it~."

Urogi:

Good news, Urogi doesn't want to hurt you.

Bad news, Urogi will hurt you anyway.

It's not even on purpose, he just gets carried away when he plays with you. He is not the most aware of the clones, so playful scratches and bites become dangerous.

He chases you sometimes, always wants attention, to play with you.

He likes to stay with you while you sleep, cuddling against you, sometimes you find him smelling around your scrotch when you are in your period, keeping his face around the area like a dog...

He gets bored of your limitations rather easily, so he decides to try to turn you i to a demon, consecuences be damned.

The last straw is a night when you have your period, the bited part of your legs your thighs, excited in different ways by the scent of ruined blood and vagubal fluids.

Then he will bleed into you, biting his own wrist off, feeding you chunks of his arms after spreading the blood over you.

He will chew and feed you mouth to mouth if it troubles you, only wanting to play with you, the new demon you.

Aizetsu:

His priority is that you are human.... and again, he is rude and hurtful about it.

"It's so sad for both of us. You can't be enough for me just like I can't be what you need. Pathetic." This bit-

Just a heartbeat put of place and knots in the throat were enough for Aizetsu to figure it out, and he didn't like it.

Humans are meant to die, besides, he can't be the husband you would need.

Still, he takes the chance of comfort, to pretend for both of you. He manipulates you into feeling pity for him, and that is how the relationship is formed.

He does kill you, painless and softly conforting you first, the second it becomes a problem.

He will also let you have your last words and wishes, will tell you that he wishes he could have been husband material for you.

He makes a memorial, kisses your corpse goodbye before leaving you behind.

"This is so sad."

Nakime:

Truth be told, she is not surprised.

She can see the appeal in you, she has always prefered women over men, Muzan being the exception, even if he is the exception of many things.

Nakime is very lenient with you, she understands that, as a human, you are more fragile than her, so she must treat you carefully.

She would not put you above Muzan, but she takes care of you, gives you gifts, spends time with you, praises you. You are a lovely lady to her.

Still, unless he approves she will not be transforming you. If he does, she will without any second thought or opinion.

The breaking deal is the next one, she kidnaps you for a while and the leaves you safely at your home. She controls all the interactions.

Why should she listen to you? She adores you, but you are still a human, nothing worth her obedience.

She would not kill you, no matter what. The only way you could die like this is suicide, age or ilness.

Then again, at the end Muzan decides to let her turn you, so he bleeds into a cup and feeds you ger blood, not letting you out until you do.

Akaza:

It starts when Akaza accidently calls you "Koyuki..." the first time you met. He fell hard and fast, and in a painful way.

He begged you to stay, not really knowing why. He cried, grabbed your legs as his knees stayed on the floor.

He needs you, craves for you, to the point of obsession. It takes him a while for him to realize he could turn you into a demon, because part of him venerates the image of a human girl with pink eyes and cheeks.

He can't hurt you when you deny him, but he wants to. He needs to, you have to understand why you should want to be a demon. Why you should want to be forever young, strong and healthy, to stay in the way things were before the poison in the well.

At the same time, he wants to take care of you, and he starts inviting himself to your house, doing the chores and watching you sleep.

He doesn't understand why he is always cheking your temperature and if you are breathing correctly, there is something relieving but also off putting when you always are ok. As if you should be sick.

Maybe part of him wants you to be sick so he can take care of you, but he can't hurt you.

You can't get rid of him, no matter how much you try, he always ends tucking you to bed and forcing you to stay in there until you sleep. He never listens, always treat you as if you were fragile and sick.

He learns how to make your favorites, cleans the house and laundry, starts getting money and pretends to nurse you, even if you don't have anything.

He doesn't know how to feel when you die of age, it's the only way you could die like this, but he breaks. Again.

Sometimes he still calls you Koyuki.

Douma:

Douma starts comparing you with Kotoha and his mother, he is quite vocal about it.

He tells you how silly you are, that his mom and Kotoha were the same, but each of you had your charm.

Yes, "had". He mostly talks about you in past tense, ge is planning to eat you soon. Kotoha almost scaped him and his mother became "too irrational, killed my father with a knife but poisoned herself" with time, so he wants to spare you the chase.

He talks about your face, your eyes, your hair and skin, mostly, he does things he did with Kotoha, hoping to make you laugh. Simple pleasures, not meant to last.

Both women left him, he is 100% sure you would if he gave you the chance, so he doesn't. He kept you by his side for some months, at most.

You are fun to be with, and he is sure he is fun to be around with too... maybe. Not that it matters, you don't really have a choice. Your words against his.

Also, turning you into a demon would give you the chance to run away while he is in a meeting with the other moons. How silly and stupid would it be from him!

He has made his mind to eat you the second he notices that, whatever he is feeling, this lust hunger, this craving, is like Kotoha's.

Because of his experience with her, he will make sure it's in his room, to make it right this time. Also, he will break your leg first, so you can run, coveribg your mouth and cooing you as you try to scream.

He will eat your tongue and lips first, complimenting the taste and texture, in a soft kiss, not really caring if you want it or not. That way you won't be able to formulate your screams for help.

He starts eating you from below, wanting to finish with your head and eyes since he had to blow Kotoha's. He doesn't want to repreat the regret of ruining such a pretty face.

Douma takes his time with you, talking softly and gently, praising you you taste and feel in his mouth, praising how you look.

He is more than satisfied after he finished, stomach full and you forever inside of him. Lovely.

Kokushibou:

This is the first time in his life that he wants the attention of a woman that isn't his mother.

He never felt attracted to women (or anyone, even if he always felt more in place sharing his life with other men), his wife included, he married her as his duty of producing heirs.

Having a woman by his side has always been a responsibility at best, a chore at worst.

But he wants you, and he can't understand it. It's new and confusing, that is the only reason he notices a few days after he catched feelings. Because loving women, wanting women, it's not normal for him.

He watches you, even yearns for you, but his pride and confusion don't make him do anything.

He blames you, resents you, calls you "a temptress" in his mind. What have you done to him? At least he doesn't conpare you to his his brother, but his other relationship with women don't let him relate you to a pleasure.

You are also human, meant to die like his mother and wife did, meant to be remember just as someone's husband and mother. Why are you stealing his attention, then? There is nothings special about you.

But this way it's easier to pretend he doesn't care the moment you die, easier than with Yoriich.

You are lovely, he keeps you around, but besides that? You are just a woman. A pause from his life as a samurai demon at best, a distraction at worst.

He will resent you after you die, but he will also forget you the same way he forgot about the other women in his life. There are only two people in his life with any importance, one was a boy to a man, the other is his King and Master. Women were never important in his life.

#demon slayer #kny #upper moons #kny x reader #karaku #urogi #aizetsu #sekido #gyutaro #hantengu #daki #gyokko #nakime #akaza #douma #kokushibou #female reader #this is royally fucked up #x2

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simpforwebtoonmen · 5 months

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to be proven wrong || Daniel x reader

where fem!reader is underestimated because of her gender.

warnings/notes: Daniel is bit misogynistic but grows out of it, reader is female, platonic. This was in my drafts for months so here you go.

“Let me-“ “no, you let me handle this,” Daniel puts an arm up in front of you to keep you from moving forward with the fight. You only scoffed, “whatever dude, don’t go crying for my help when you start getting your ass beat.” He rolled his eyes but moved forward toward his two opponents. They seemed strong and you were pretty sure Daniel won’t be able to take them both in a fight.

And as the fight when on, you were proven correct. Daniel was weak against their duo attacks, now being held back by one of them as the other beat him.

Finally, you stepped up, running up and jumping as you used both feet to kick one of them to the side. One went flying and before he could get back up, you beat him into an unconscious state. At that point, Daniel was also done with his opponent as he laid on the floor unconscious.

You thought what you did was a good thing, but apparently not as Daniel strides up to you with an obvious frown on his face. “I told you I would handle it,” he growled, his face inches away from yours. Now you were confused, “What? you were getting your ass handed to you! I think what you meant to say was ‘thank you’” you corrected, crossing your arms over your chest and frowned. He groaned and walked away, deciding that arguing with you wasn’t worth it.

You were confused. If you hadn't helped him he could've been hurt badly.

You ran ahead and stood in front of him to keep him from walking any further. At this point, you were fueling with anger. "You know, if it was Zack or Jay that came to your rescue, you would’ve thanked them and probably would’ve kissed them or something! But for some reason, it’s a problem when I do it! Why!?” You demanded.

“Because Zack and Jay are different from you, okay?!” he angrily responded. His jaw was clenched and his eyes narrowed with anger and frustration He’s never been truly angry with you, let alone any of his other friends.

You suppose you were different from his other friends.

You nodded as if you understood, but truly you were even more confused. What makes you any different from the rest of his friends? “Okay…” you said in a hushed tone.

His anger began to lift as he observed your sad expression. He began to feel bad because he knew his reasons were petty. And as much as he hated discriminating against appearances, he just hated that you, a women that looks nothing like a fighter, might be a better fighter than he is. It made him salty and somewhat enraged, and he took it out on you. He didn’t know the specifics of it though. So in hopes that maybe you’d somehow understand, he told you the truth. “It’s because I hated the thought of you being just as strong as me, maybe even stronger…I don’t know why I hate it, but I do.”

Silence followed. Then a small laugh. “Does it have anything to do with me being a woman? Do you hate that a woman is about as strong as you? No, not even that, you probably hate that I am actually capable of handling myself instead of being someone's damsel in distress, is that it? Wow, talk about fragile masculinity.”

Daniel wasn’t able to utter a word afterwards, because you were right. And he felt incredibly guilty for feeling this way about you. And it wasn’t until you told him to “go fuck yourself” that he realized just how much he fucked up.

There was a knock on your front door. You stood up from the couch after pausing the film you were watching and opened the door. On the other side, you saw Daniel, little Daniel, though he wasn’t very small anymore. And of course, you knew of his two bodies (because plot and what y/n doesn’t know about his two bodies).

Usually, you’d be stoked to see him. But after your last interaction months ago, you haven’t found it in yourself to forgive him. Not after hearing how much of a hypocrite he was. You and him both knew that what he said that day was an entirely new low for him.

So, you sighed and leaned against your door frame, “may I help you?” you questioned him like he was the biggest bother to you. He only looked down in, what you could assume, shame. “(name),” he started, “can we talk?” he asked hesitantly.

And because he asked so nicely and looked like a kicked puppy, you accepted.

Now the two of you sat at a random swing set at an empty park. “What did you want to talk about?” you asked. “I,” he paused, “I want you to join my new crew.”

You furrowed your eyebrows, “huh? crew? You have a crew now?” you were shocked. You were pretty sure Daniel hated crews and gangs and whatnot.

“Yeah, we’re called The Allied,” he perked up, his mood lifting just a bit. You hummed, “hmm, and why do you want me to join your crew?” you asked, interested in his answer, well, interested to see if he’s changed his views at all.

“Well…you’re one of the strongest fighters I know. And I’d just really love it if I had my best friend by my side again.”

“So, you’re no longer angry at the fact that I, a woman, is a strong fighter?”

“Of course not! I-I’ve grown out of that! I am…no longer the little boy you knew…”

You disguised your cringe by squinting, looking him up and down before laughing, “pfft, yeah right! Still look pretty little to me!"

#lookism x reader #lookism #daniel park #lookism daniel x reader #femreader #fem!reader #fem reader

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gabessquishytum · 9 months

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I know literally nobody will relate because I've never met anyone who did but... (Trans) Hob who hates receiving oral sex. He just hates it. It's awkward, somehow doesn't feel good no matter how skilled his partner is, the only saving grace is when the person finally adds fingers to the mix. He loves giving oral, so it's not about "I don't want you to do this to me so I don't have to do it to you". He just doesn't want any tongue down there.

When he and Dream finally start sleeping together, he becomes the master of distraction. If it's looking like Dream might go down on him, he quickly finds a way to distract him away from that. But one day, Dream plans to only eat Hob out until he cums multiple times. You know, since Hob had blown him amazingly so many times and he has yet to repay the favour and show off his mind-blowing skills.

Hob has two options. Either he fakes it, or they talk like two adults and he says that he doesn't like it. But these two, talking? Yeah, right. Because Dream obviously must really want this and he'd be disappointed if Hob said no, so Hob will simply grit his teeth and try to enjoy it. Meanwhile, Dream absolutely notices how nervous Hob is. He assumes Hob is self-conscious about something small like his natural scent or how wet he gets. But when Dream finally gets his mouth down there, Hob makes the fakest porn moan and Dream is like o.O da fuq?

Now, we can add even more stupid into the mix and Dream thinks Hob is faking because he doesn't believe that Dream knows how to make him feel good. But I think there has been enough stupid and the two should just talk, and Hob finally tells Dream that he doesn't enjoy this particular activity and maybe Dream could suck his tits and finger him instead?

Anon, thank you so much for sharing this!! I'm quite sure that you're not the only one who experiences this. Preferences during sex are a deeply personal thing and you should never feel weird about what you like or don't like.

Hob really really likes giving oral sex, whatever the gender of his partner. Its something he's good at, that gives him pleasure, and it's something that he's been able to rely on when he's needed to disguise his transness. No need to get undressed if he's going down on someone!

So he feels guilty! Because what if Dream really enjoys giving oral? What if Hob is holding him back from taking his pleasure? He couldn't bear to do that, surely it would be better to... suffer through it, or whatever? To make Dream happy?

These kind of fucked up thoughts obviously show on his face and Dream knows that something is up. He can see Hob overthinking and spiralling. He at least has enough maturity to call time out on the sex - he would rather die than do something to Hob while he's obviously not enjoying himself, Dream is nothing if not a respectful partner. He just wishes that Hob would communicate with him (yes, he's aware of the irony) instead of saying "I'm fine!" And suggesting that they continue.

Dream really has to dig deep, to get the truth out of his lover. Hob doesn't want to admit this weakness, this boundary. He doesn't want to have boundaries with Dream! He wants to give every part of himself...... (when he's says this, Dream points out that Hob isn't being very giving now, is he? Checkmate).

Once he has the truth, Dream is somewhat relieved but mostly he just wants to convey that he doesn't want to do things that Hob won't like! That's literally a turn off for him! He will keep saying it until Hob understands!!!

And then they cuddle a lot and have tea and Hob’s battered, people-pleasing heart gets a little bit healed.

#the sandman #dreamling #nsft

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cutelittledoe · 5 months

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Warnings/description: nsfw, guy feminizing an amab person, cnc, slutshaming, breeding This is all fantasy, kink should always be done with clear consent and people's genders are theirs to determine.

I hear a knock on the door and go to open it. You're standing there, looking around. I'm a little surprised. You didn't tell me you were coming over. "Hey man, what's up?" I say "Well there's something I need help with but, uh, it's a bit awkward," you say, "Can I come in?" "Sure," I reply, concerned. You're my friend, and you're starting to get me worried. I stand aside to let you enter, close the door, and guide you to the couch. I sit down next to you. "So what's the problem?" I ask. "Well, I'm not sure how to say this but... I'm really horny," you say, "Like, really. You know how I get when I haven't fucked anyone in a while, and it's been a while. I need to fuck something." "Okay?" I said, still not sure why you're here, "How does that involve me?" You give me a grin. It has a certain... hungry quality to it. "Come on," you say, sliding towards me, "You're the prettiest girl I know." "I'm sorry, what?" I say. I've noticed you eying me up a little before and you have made some odd jokes about me being like a girl, but I had always shrugged it off and considered it harmless. You roll your eyes. "C'mon, you're clearly a girl," you say, "Your long hair, the way you act, the way you dress. I've seen you in a crop top. You're obviously not a real man like me." "I have a cock," I say, ignoring the way your words feel kind of good, kind of right. "You have a girlcock," you correct, "And I bet it's very pretty. Why don't you show it to me?" Your hand goes between my legs and starts gripping my dick. I freeze, realizing that I'm getting hard. "Good," you coo, "Don't fight it." Then you kiss me. It's intense and you use a lot of tongue, dominating my mouth. I shove you away and try to get off the couch, but you grab my wrist and pull me back. "Let me go!" I say, trying to get away. You pounce on me, wrestling me onto my stomach with you on top of me on the couch. "Listen slut," you growl, "I'm going to fuck you, no matter what. You should be grateful that I've held back for this long. And you won't be able to do anything about it, because you're a weak little girl. Let me show you how a real man fucks." You use one hand to muffle my cries and with the other you pull down my pants and start fingering me. "Fuck, what a tight little pussy" you say, "Don't worry honey, this is what girls like you were made for. Providing release for real men." Before long, I feel you start to shove into me. You ignore my muffled sounds of protest and start to slide in and out. It hurts but fuck, it feels good too. I involuntarily let out a small moan. "Knew you were a whore," you say. And then you start to pound me, rough. I become a moaning, crying mess as you fuck me without holding back. With every thrust, it gets harder to think as all I can process is pain and pleasure and your voice in my ear, whispering, "Fucking take it. That's right. Good girl. Good girl." I lose track of how long you spend fucking me on my couch. "I'm close," you say, voice shaky, "I'm gonna cum inside your pussy. You're gonna let your friend cum in you like a slut, okay? A sweet, fertile girl like you might get knocked up but I just need to breed you so bad." And then you shove all the way inside me and I feel your warm cum flooding my insides, filling me up. I let out a long, low moan. "Fuck," you breathe, "Fuck, that was so good. Christ, why didn't I do that to you earlier? Oh I'm definitely fucking you the next time I get horny. But that's for later. Did you cum, baby?" You pull out of me, leaving your cum dripping out of my hole and onto the couch. "N-no," I say, giving a weak head shake. You grab my cock- no, my girlcock, in your hand. "Do you want to?" you ask. I nod my head desperately and you start to jack me off, hard and fast. I whine and writhe under you. "Admit that you're not a real man," you order. "I'm not," I moan, broken and desperate, "I'm not a real man like you. I'm a girl, a slutty girl that real men like you dump your cum in." "That's right," you say, "Good girl." At the words I cum, spurting my seed all over my shirt.

#nsft #gay nsft #feminization kink #cnc k!nk #breeding k1nk #my favorite doggy <3 #Sorry the cutoff is abrupt I wanted to fit it all in one post

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kaigarax · 1 year

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How to Flirt

Loke (Leo) x Reader

Quote: “Fall in love with the certainty of uncertainty.”

It was no secret that Loke, a new and budding member of Fairy Tail, was a flirt. Among the many mages of Magnolia, Loke ranked among the top five of eligible bachelors. He was good looking, well mannered and overall a kind individual if not a little over zealous when speaking to those of the opposite gender.

Girls practically fell over themselves (and each other) just trying to catch a glimpse of the mage’s attention. But just as there were girls who flushed over the simplest things from him there were just as many who kept him at an arm's length. Many women that did not fall victim to his charm. And it wasn’t something that bothered Loke all too much. If someone had denied Loke’s affections he easily just moved on to another.

You were a different story though.

Loke had gotten many of Fairy Tail’s female members to at least flush from his forward nature but never once had he seen you get embarrassed. Being almost as forward as him, Loke made it a little goal to be there the first time heat rose up to your cheeks at the thought of a romantic prospect.

Of course, the Fairy Tail mage hadn’t actually gotten anywhere with that little goal. Even after a full year of trials and attempts you remained calm, composed and unblushing.

Loke had begun to consider if you were attracted to the same gender or not to anyone at all. But you were always so direct when talking about men you found attractive. And, maybe or maybe not, Loke was a little peeved that you hadn’t even expressed even the slightest bit of embarrassment around him.

Tonight, getting you to flush had been one of the last things on Loke’s mind as he stumbled into the guild hall. He had been in the midst of drinking his problems away when you strolled into the guild hall and took a seat beside him.

You were always so pretty with your white cloak and pulled back hair.

“Bad day?” You asked, resting on your arm and giving the ginger haired man a heart fluttering smile.

Loke flashed you a smile of his own, “how could it be when I’ve run into someone as beautiful as you?”

“It’s always a bad day when one indulges in mortal sin alone.” you teased.

“Mortal sin?”

“Alcohol.”

“You’re here with me, aren’t you?”

“And are you asking me to drink with you, Loke?” You asked, a twinkle in your eyes.

And how could Loke say no?

To mugs in and Loke was already starting to feel woozy. He felt inclined to take a drink whenever you did, which happened to be whenever one of you stopped talking. His words were already beginning to get slurred and people's faces were beginning to merge into one. The conversation between yourself and Loke was mostly about mundane things, or at least Loke thought it was. It was getting really hard to concentrate.

Fifteen minutes in and Loke was certain he had finished at least four and was on his fifth. While Loke never considered himself a weak drinker, drinking this much this quickly wasn’t bound to produce anything good.

You were sitting so close to Loke right now. He could feel the warmth of your skin, or maybe that was just his own? He couldn’t be too sure. It was so annoying how you didn’t seem fazed by the drinking. Maybe he should just abandon you to go find someone else to drown his worries in. Someone that he wouldn’t have to face for the rest of his life. At least then he wouldn’t have to worry about embarrassing himself.

Actually, did Loke really care right now?

He was certain he spilled half of his fourth mug on himself and hadn’t done anything about it.

Hopefully you wouldn’t tease him too much.

And even if you did tease him too much, it’s not like Loke wouldn’t be able to recover. You were always such a loose cannon when you spoke. Half of what you said always managed to surprise him. Even predicting what you might say right now seems like a hassle.

“You know,” Loke grumbled, “do you not find me attractive? I mean, everyone has types and all but you never seem fazed by my flirting.”

You took a sip, “maybe it’s just because you’re bad at flirting.”

“Me?” Loke asked incredulously, “bad at flirting? Are you sure you haven’t confused me for someone else?”

“I mean, you do have the gentleman's straightforward approach down but it isn’t going to work on everyone.”

“Oh, and how about you show me different approaches to flirting then?”

At first, Loke hadn’t been expecting you to accept the challenge. You were always so proper and formal. You downed the mug in your hand before slamming it onto the table. Loke watched you curiously as you rearranged your cloak before you smiled sweetly.

Despite asking you, and being ready, he hadn’t expected you to jump directly into the role of a seductress. It was almost a jarring change, seeing you who had always been so reserved suddenly switch personas.

“Take someone like Gray, for example,” you began. Loke turned to see the aforementioned Ice Make Wizard. Gray had been leaning back and relaxing at a booth, gazing over the guild when his eyes landed on the two of you, more specifically you. You smiled shyly at Gray, “he finds the subtle and shy approach the most endearing,” before turning away quickly. Gray flushed a red as he continued looking over at you.

It was almost as if Gray had caught you sneaking a glance.

The Ice Make Wizard, who had eventually turned away kept snapping his gaze back over to you. As if you suddenly kept recapturing his attention.

“It enforces the idea that you like someone so much yet you’re unable to say it aloud.” Then you moved from the seat beside Loke, sitting in the one across from him, “now, someone like Laxus is a little thicker headed. He needs something straightforward and upfront.”

Laxus, who now sat in front of you, a few tables over, caught your gaze. Loke turned to see the Lightning Mage surrounded by the Thunder Troupe. His own gaze was lazy as he listened to the conversations of his guildmates.

You gave the Lighting Mage a wink when his eyes met with yours, “you want to keep eye contact with someone like him. Spell out your intentions.” you giggled as the Lighting Mage looked away, red tingeing the tip of his ears.

Laxus’s sudden movements seemed to have caught the attention of his trio of friends as they all turned to look at him. When Freed had asked Laxus what was wrong the Lighting Wizard could only mumble something in response. Unlike Gray, Laxus was the kind of person to linger on the moment yet refuse to look back.

His ears remained red for the remainder of the night.

You seemed fairly satisfied with yourself as you leaned forward, playing with your now empty mug. Your own eyes watched Loke closely, as if waiting for something.

“How about directly flirting?” Loke asked.

You smiled, “call someone over.”

Loke looked around. He didn’t want to pick someone who would fall for the slightest amount of attention, and definitely not someone you had already charmed. It couldn’t be someone so easily embarrassed either.

While there was no official bet was made, this was suddenly something that Loke didn’t want to lose.

Finally, Loke smirked, “Natsu! Come over here!”

“Nice,” you sat upright in your seat, “someone like Natsu isn’t embarrassed easily. You gotta be direct yet not overly baring.”

“Yo, what’s up, Loke?” Natsu asked, sliding into the seat beside you.

You gave a cheerful and excited grin, “Natsu, how has your mission gone today? I heard you had Happy faced some pretty tough monsters.”

“Oh yeah!” Natsu exclaimed, “I totally got busted up. But I did finish the quest without too many casualties!”

“You’ve gotten really good at your Magic, Natsu~” you gave a closed eye smile, “we should go on a mission together soon!”

“Oh,” Natsu was suddenly at a loss for words as he looked at you. It was almost as if he were unaware of everything else going on around the two of you. Loke didn’t think that Natsu would have fallen victim to your charms that quickly. He was always someone less aware of social norms. “You know, we could go on a mission-” before Natsu could finish his sentence Happy had scrambled over to Natsu with a sheepish grin on his face. The blue Exceed whispered something into the Dragon Slayer’s ear before the two of them were off, giggling like school girls.

It left just the two of you at the table once again.

“So what do you think?” You asked, “impressed?”

Loke had to admit, you were pretty good at flirting. He was almost speechless as he watched you lean back in your chair with a cocky grin. Of course, no matter how drunk Loke may have been, he still had one more trick up his sleeve before he would wave the white flag.

“How would you flirt with me?” Asked Loke, a smug grin forming on his face.

Your own smile dropped and your expression turned serious. Your brows furrowed slightly as you seemed to debate something. Loke knew that the tides were suddenly shifting in favour of him now.

Gray, Laxus and Natsu had been your childhood friends. You knew them inside out and had history with them. By choosing himself Loke changed the battlefield. You would now be playing on even ground. And in Loke’s many years of life, there wasn’t much that would have surprised him all too much. Especially after your own display.

Then you leaned in towards him, “you, Sir Loke, are someone who keeps your own heart under a lock and key. You keep your feelings hidden deep down here,” you poked his chest, “so I’ll bring mine directly up to the surface for you to see. I like you Loke. I like you the way a girl likes a boy; filled with so much unknown and excitement. The way a woman likes a man; attraction and enchantment. And the way a wife likes her husband; with warmth and knowing.”

Loke suddenly felt himself leaning in towards you, his heart thumping erratically, “I didn’t know you could be such a flirt, (Y/n).”

“Do you think I’m lying?” You turned your head to the side in a cute manner, “I really do like you. I wouldn’t have just gone off and done what I just did if I didn’t really like someone. I wanted to show off to you.”

Loke’s own face had begun heating up. Even when he told himself that this was all just for show, even when he knew that this was all just for the sake of a stupid argument, he suddenly found himself flushed with embaressment. Your words had just come out so genuinely and unexpectedly.

Girls typically fell into two categories when speaking to Loke. Either giddy and shy or disgusted and disgruntled. You fell into neither, which was likely why Loke had been so drawn to you in the first place.

Maybe it wasn’t the best thing to ask you to flirt with him. He had always liked you a little too much and this may have been the icing on the cake. Loke rarely allowed himself to indulge in mortal pleasure for too long and being with you seemed to make him forget his sense of time. It made him forget his sense of self. You made him forget his sense of self.

How could he have really known if that's how you were feeling? He had just seen you charm three other of your guild members in a matter of moments. You were magnetic and so ready to shift personas into what you knew the person liked.

What if that was what you were doing to him?

Maybe Loke might’ve deserved it for all the broken hearts he left behind. But you had just seemed so… genuine. But he guessed that was what made you so good at flirting in the first place.

“Do you?” Loke trailed off.

“Do I?”

Loke swallowed, “is that how you really feel about me?”

“Of course, though I doubt you’ll remember. You’re really wasted right now.”

“No.” Loke declared, “I want to remember this moment forever.”

You chuckled, “why?”

“Because I’m really happy knowing how you feel about me.”

And finally, you flushed, “come on, let’s get you to bed.”

Loke leaned into your warmth as you wrapped an arm around him, “promise you’ll be there tomorrow morning?”

“We’ll see.”

Fall in love with the certainty of uncertainty.

#fairy tail #fairy tail x reader #loke x reader #100 ways to fall in love

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star-light-imagines · 1 year

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Reader has all mights muscle form as a quirk. (Gender neutral pls)

Izuku begins to subtly pick up that the reader is overusing there quirk just based on how skinny the listener's "real form" is becoming and how tired they are.

How would izuku remedy the situation and get the listener to rest and stop their self-destructive behavior.

You Can Rest Now.

❦ ❧ Includes - Izuku x reader. comfort / fluff.

❦ ❧ Warnings- gn! reader. stressed / self-destructive reader. long day and helpful Izuku at your service.

❦ ❧ Word Count- 2,094

The warmth of your bed calls to you , a needy call that refuses to be heard as you enter the dormitory. The days are getting harder and longer as you continue increasing the daily training.

However, what else could you do? The villains aren't going to wait for you to get stronger, no if you show any form of weakness in a battle with a villain you are done for. That's why for the last month you've been pushing through extra training sessions with Aizawa before & after school.

The fatigue starts to heighten each step towards your room, just as you are about to get to the elevator there's a heavy grip on your shoulder that stops you from taking another step.

"Izuku?" Why didn't I notice him walk up to me? My senses are usually able to help me determine when someone approaches me before they are able to touch me.

"y/n , aren't you going to eat dinner with the rest of us? "

That's when you vaguely overhear the sounds of your classmates laughing down the hall and the delicious smell of Katsudon. How did I miss that when I walked into the dorms? I must have really overworked myself today.

"Not tonight, I really just want to go to bed." I saw with the brightest smile I can manage.

Izuku's eyes darken a bit as he sets a hard stare on me. His hand on my shoulder tightens slightly as I try to turn once again. I catch his stare evenly for a moment , his deep frown setting in where his smile usually rests when speaking to me.

"That's the fourth time this week and at least the tenth time this month. Are you even eating throughout the day?" He asks with sad eyes as his hand lingers down to catch my wrist in his.

"Of course I am. This is nothing to worry about." Laughing off his concern with a lighthearted wave. "I didn't know being a fanboy included writing down your classmates eating habits."

His face turns bright red as his hand lets go of my wrist. Wide green eyes stare into mine.

"I didn't , I wouldn't! I'm just- I'm just worried about you y/n. Please make sure you are taking care of yourself. I know you are training more than normal lately." He nervously explains while awkwardly looking down at the floor between us.

"I will , I promises."

Turning towards the elevator once more you make the trek towards the comfy shelter of your room. The heat from Izuku's grip on your wrist slowly fading as a chill takes over , making you want to reach out for the heat that radiates off of him.

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"Deku where did you run off to?" Ochako calls from her seat beside Tsu and Iida.

"I saw y/n walk in and wanted to ask if they would join us for dinner tonight." Izuku states with a warm smile before retaking his seat beside Iida.

Ochako's eyebrows pull upwards into a deep thinking expression settles onto her face.

"Now that you mention it, when is the last time y/n had dinner with everyone?"

"Oh no need to worry, y/n assured me that they are fine and are eating regular meals. You know how busy everyone can get with the extra trainings and work studies we don't get as much time as a class as we used to." He hurriedly states to not alarm anyone else to your overtired state.

"Well that is true! Ugh! I miss hanging out as a class with everyone, we should plan something soon in the dorm. " She says happily before taking another bite of her meal.

"That's a great Idea!" Iida says with a wide smile on his face as he begins to loudly plan the details.

Izuku stares off silently while eating, blurring out the conversations around him as he starts to think.

Was it really nothing?

Were you really okay?

Your quirk is similar to All Might's, the muscle form ability and how when the quirk isn't actively being used you transform into a deflated 'normal' version of yourself. However, the worry keeps gnawing at the back of his mind.

Why are your regular clothes suddenly much baggier than a couple of weeks ago ?

Just a few moments ago he had noticed how your school uniform was hanging off your body far more than usual. The way your wrist felt more bony and scrawny than normal. Now that he was thinking about it there was a few things that were bothering him about your appearance just now.

your always vibrant (h/c) was duller and held less volume, the ever-growing dark bags under your eyes were from multiple days of lack of sleep not just a few here and there. The fact that it seemed like you couldn't even hear him when he approached you until he grabbed your shoulder.

Is y/n overusing their quirk ? they must be.

He drops his chopsticks in shock as the pieces all come together of the subtle hints he has picked up over the last few months.

...The early mornings where he saw you already up before everyone else training meant you didn't sleep...

...The baggy school uniform , meant you weren't eating due to the fatigue...

Everyone's eyes were on him , but all he could think about was you and how he was going to get you to keep your promise.

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As much as you wanted to sleep the fatigue and the body pain away for the night, your hyperactive brain wouldn't let you. Why did you expect anything else at this point?

You tossed and turned trying to will your brain to slip into the darkness of your room and into a peaceful sleep, however each turn moment your mind was racked with thoughts.

I should be training.

I'm wasting time I don't have.

If I could just get out of bed right now and go train a bit more then maybe I'll sleep easier... maybe I'll finally feel like I deserve to rest.

The digital clock lit up the dark room with 4:20 AM etched into the screen. It's a Saturday and no-one would be up for at least a few more hours. There was no use in trying to sleep at this point you determined, might as well let the plaguing thoughts take hold.

You move to get out of the warm bed , your muscles screaming at you with each movement. It's getting harder each day to continue this little routine.

'I will, I promise.' Why did I even promise that? it's not like I'm able to keep it.

No, not when my mind won't allow me to rest.

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The brisk morning breeze shook your figure as you began to use your quirk. The trees blew in the wind around you, and you focused every screaming muscle to kneel to your will.

A figure watched you from the tree line close to the dormitory, not that you could have noticed in drained out state. Your eyes closed in pain as you pushed yourself beyond your quirk limits once again.

"STOP!" A voice yelled as a strong grip yanked you into a firm and warm chest.

"Wha-"

"Why are you overusing your quirk to this extent Y/N!" Izuku interrupted you.

You move your head slightly up towards the voice, to look up at him from the position of being face first in his chest and his arms wrapped around you in a fierce grip. His face was leaning down close to yours , dark green hair covering his eyes to keep you from seeing the green orbs underneath.

"Don't you see what you're doing to yourself?!" He said angrily once you hadn't answered.

"You are wasting away!" He says with a waver in his voice as tears stream down his cheeks , falling on to you.

His vice grip hug he had placed you in had gotten tighter, as you start to feel the guilt rack your body at his words. He was worried about you.

"I'm - I'm sorry." you say as you waver , not fully comprehending everything going on.

"Why?! Why are you doing this to yourself?!"

Izuku drops his hold on you only to lift one of your hands In his , as he feels the scrawny bones sticking out from your wrists. Rubbing his thumb over in circling comfort motions.

"I can't - I can't " you start , but find it hard to breathe through your tears.

"You can't what?" Izuku interrupts with a softer voice looking into your eyes now , tears streaming down both your cheeks as he places his warm palms on your face to brush them away.

"I can't rest. Every time I try to force myself to sleep more than a few hours , every time I try to relax I think about how I should be doing more. How I need to get stronger and It keeps me from sleeping , keeps me from eating without having this anxious feeling that I'm losing time."

Izuku breathes in and hums in thought at your words. Brushing off the tears that continue to fall with his thumbs. The unease in your heart has finally been spilled out in the open for someone other than yourself to see.

"Okay then let me help you rest." He states with a small smile before leading you back towards the dormitory.

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You were now in his All Might decorated room , laying on his warm bed. Izuku had taken a seat on the floor still holding your hand as he placed his head on the mattress.

The air diffuser buzzed slightly throughout the dark room, the lavender scent reaching your nose in a comforting way to lure you to sleep. Izuku had told you on the way to his dorm, all the tips and tricks that he would try to help you rest your mind and the idea he had about making a journal full of his ideas if this ever happened in the future as well.

You couldn't help the small smile that graced your lips as you closed your eyes, finally starting to feel at peace, especially since a heavy weighted blanket now stopped you from tossing and turning on the bed.

"It's okay y/n." you heard Izuku say sleepily before stroking his fingers through your hair.

You were barely holding onto consciousness , your mind no longer hindering you from resting but you felt as if you needed just one little push before you could finally will yourself to sleep.

"You can rest now."

Sleep overtook you , a relaxed and peaceful expression taking over your facial features as your hand was still tightly held in Izuku's grip. The clam and tranquil morning light never breaking through the blackout curtains as you continued to snooze with Izuku protecting your slumber throughout the day.

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Bonus Scene:

"Hey Izuku , Why were you outside at four in the morning?" You question as you scoff down the leftover Katsudon he had brought you once you woke up from your long slumber.

"Oh yeah , about that haha-" He starts off nervously as he plays with his chopsticks. "Well you see, last night I was able to put together how you must have been over using your quirk, as since I've seen you already training before I start my training in the mornings I figured I would confront you about it."

A red blush forms on his cheeks as he tries to not meet your eyes. You can't stop the smile that forms on your lips as you reach for one of his hands.

"You want to know what else would help me relax the next time I need to rest?" you say with a sly smile.

"What?" The blush grows darker as he looks between the coy look in your eyes and the hand resting in his.

"Cuddles."

You pull him closer to you while being mindful to make sure the food is safe and out of reach.

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A/N: This was way longer than I had originally intended, but since this has been sitting in my inbox for awhile hopefully that makes up for the wait.

My requests box is now open again.

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honest-moth-of-silver-grove · 6 months

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Hi! Could I get a BG3 matchup?

I'm a bi tguy so men or woman are great. I'm short about 5'2". Dark, waxy hair that's tapered on the sides. Hazel eyes. Slim and pretty weak physically.

ENFP. Leo. I think I'm smart and funny, softhearted. I'm very stubborn, I take a while to form a strong opinion but when I do I stand by those beliefs. I'm very loyal to a fault even if the person is bad for me. I try to be there emotionally for the people I care about. I'm a bit insecure especially when I comes to how much other actually like me but I try to hide it behind confidence. I'm a big reader. One of my favorite hobbies is analyzing media (music, books, anything) picking it apart for themes and ideas. I'm an aspiring writer that also paints when I have time. I also love going hiking/exploring new places. I'd be open to poly but it wouldn't be a requirement.

A/N: Alright for you my ENFP Leo Anon, I’m thinking you’d go best with… Astarion!

⭐ Astarion would be a wonderful match for you! He’s extroverted and dramatic and very stubborn himself. But at the same time, once he forms a connection, he’s very loyal.

Because you’re an extroverted Leo, you crave a bit of drama and excitement in your life. You also tend to want to dominate social situations (of course, this doesn't mean talking all the time, but you like the feeling of being in control of a situation). You’re not afraid to act to get what you want and to change the environment around you to suit those wants. Astarion is very similar. He’s social and charming, and a drama queen at times- something to amuse you. He can also be assertive when he’s not feeling insecure, and in his past, it sounds like he had a fairly decent status and prestige, something you as a Leo, would appreciate sharing in.

Astarion is pansexual, so gender isn’t a factor in who he’s attracted to. But as he says in the game, “[He] has standards.” And you absolutely meet them!

He loves your dark hair, even more so when you pick up a loose strand of his, and place it next to yours, showing him the contrast between his silver locks and your dark ones. And your eyes! He thinks they’re mesmerizing. I mean, he would know, since he is a vampire and vampires do ensnare people, so I’d take his word for it if I were you. Asatrion’s pretty lithe himself, so the two of you look evenly statured when standing next to one another. And he doesn’t mind that you’re not strong. He’s not super strong himself. Physical strength, in his mind, is overrated.

Astarion is also rather slow to open up to people, but once he decides he can trust you, he’s a loyal lover. He’s never had anyone truly care about him before the way you do. It’s almost overwhelming, sort of intoxicating, in the best sense. Then again, it does have some warning signs. He’s been through so much, he might latch on to you, and refuse to let go, even if it hurts him or you. Because you mention you share a similar problem, you would have to be on the lookout for signs of toxic codependency, but you would otherwise share a very strong, intense, unbreakable bond.

Also similar to you, Astarion hides his insecurities about being liked behind a facade of charisma. But deep down, he cares what others think of him. He doesn’t want to be seen as a monster or a victim, but he worries that’s how he often comes across. He’s extremely grateful to you for understanding this part of him. And he’s honored to be able to try and help you with yours. He thinks you’re wonderful. You’re fun, creative, and passionate- all traits he thinks more people should praise you for. But no worries if they don’t. He promises to fill that void with as many compliments as possible. Seriously, it might get annoying after a while how often he hits you up with a, ‘Hello, darling. Your artwork is looking especially exquisite today. I should start stockpiling it now, so I can sell it for 3x the price once you become a famous artist.’

Astarion loves that you like to read. He enjoys being out and about, amongst the people, but it's always nice to be able to wind down with a good book. He loves sitting down with you, sharing a good vintage, discussing the themes of a book or show the two of you have recently enjoyed.

He’d enjoy going for walks or hikes with you. Unnecessary physical exercise isn’t a favorite of his, but he’d travel to the hells and back, so long it meant you’d stay at his side.

If you’d want to add another person to your relationship, Astarion wouldn’t be against it. So long as your bond is strong. He needs reassurance you won’t leave him. He loves you too much. He couldn’t bear to lose you.

#astarion x reader #astarion imagine #astarion x tav #bg3 imagine #bg3 x reader #bg3 matchups #baldurs gate 3 #bg3 #matchups #baldurs gate matchups #baldurs gate 3 imagine #baldurs gate 3 x reader #baldurs gate imagine #baldurs gate x reader

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gyunmireu · 29 days

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oh my goodness 😭😭😭i wanted to wait until ur exams were done but i kinda forgot after a week LOL 😭😭😭but anyways….

anything involving dokgo jun and maybe braiding that thing he has in his hair 😭?? 🙏🏻my babygirl needs more love….

in your hands | dokgo jun

Fandom: Best Teacher Baek

Pairing: Dokgo Jun x Gender Neutral! Reader

Word Count: 1.2k

Genre: Fluff, Open Ending?

Summary: Jun has a headache. You offer to give him a massage.

A/n: I totally get you anon, my memory is super bad too 😂 Jun was a super fun character to write– I'm all about handsome model students, just as much as I like troublemakers hehe~ I also have a weakness for strong hard-workers being vulnerable in front of the ones they like. Such a good trope! So ofc that bled into the fic, haha! I hope you like this and that Jun isn't too ooc >////< ♡

also available on ao3!

The student council room had only one window. Afternoon sunlight spilled into the room from there, just muted enough to not be so bright that it would hurt the eyes. The long table was empty except for two people: Dokgo Jun and you. You had a stack of paperwork in front of you, reports and other documents that you needed to approve and categorise for inventory. At the head of the table, Jun was doing his own work.

A light thud startled you and you looked up to see Jun pressing the heels of his palm into his eyes, elbows on the table.

"You okay, Jun?" You said softly, not wanting to break the tranquil peace of the slow afternoon. Jun looked up at you and gave you a small, pained smile. There was a time when you called him Dokgo-ssi or something equally formal; it took him a few weeks to convince you that he rather preferred you calling him Jun. Now, hearing you say his name gave him a tiny burst of joy each time that he wouldn't admit to anyone. "Something wrong?"

"It's nothing," he reassured you, pressing his fingers into his forehead. "Just a sudden headache."

"Did you eat?" You frowned, keeping your work aside. You only had a few more reports to go through anyway.

"I did," he mumbled, eyes shifting back to his own stack of papers that required the council president's approval. "It might just be all the reading I've had to do these past few days."

It had been a busy week for the council and everyone had been swamped, most of all Jun and Soso. You had been given other work by one of your teachers so you hadn't been able to finish your own council work in time and had come in today while everyone else took the day off to finish it. You hadn't expected Jun to be there too, but he really was a hard worker who insisted on doing his own work himself rather than delegating some of it off. You were pretty sure if there was anyone else in his place, they would have done that long back.

"Hm," you glanced over to his stack, then your own before offering in a moment of bravery, "How about I give you a head massage? It might make you feel better."

"I couldn't impose on you like that," Jun mumbled, eyes flashing downwards. He hoped you wouldn't see the pink of his cheeks; how many people could say their crush cared enough to offer something like that to them?

"You wouldn't be imposing," you assured him, feeling a little embarrassed yourself. You hoped he wouldn't read into it too much, lest he found out how much you actually cared about him. "I've only done it for my family but they say I have magical hands."

You slightly waved your fingers at him with a toothy grin. Jun stared at you for two seconds. He had denied it to be polite but the throbbing in his head really wasn't going away and the offer was far too tempting to deny a second time. Also, you looked adorable grinning like that.

"If you really do not mind…" he trailed off, feeling embarrassed.

You got off your seat and made your way over to Jun. Placing yourself behind his chair, you said quietly, "Keep your papers aside, lean back and close your eyes."

He did as you said, still feeling a bit like he was using you. All his doubts went out the window when he heard you say excitedly, "It's been a while since I've done this, but I'll make you say that I have magic hands too. Your headache will be gone before you even know it!"

Jun smiled and leaned back, eyes fluttering close. You carefully placed your fingers at his forehead and started dragging them with the perfect pressure. You hadn't lied at all– Jun immediately agreed internally that your hands really were magic. It felt really good, like your fingers were taking away the pain under them with every drag.

Jun let out a shaky exhale at a particularly good stroke and you laughed quietly to yourself.

"Enjoying it?" You teased, not pausing in your massage. You could see the way his cheeks coloured up at that and it took all your self-control to not press a kiss on his nose for how adorable he was when he became embarrassed. Jun was, after all, the student council president and you were just a student in the council. You could hardly even say you were friends; outside of classes and council work, you never really met or talked. He probably only sees you as an acquaintance at best.

"Y- You really are q- quite good," he stammered, trying to explain himself and the sound. "I am sorry if I weirded you–"

"Aish, I'm just kidding," you smiled to yourself. "I'm glad it's working. Don't overthink so much, silly."

The two of you settled in a comfortable silence for a while before he murmured, "Thank you. It's almost stopped hurting now. You really…"

He didn't finish his line but it still warmed your heart. You started running your fingers through his hair, untangling the knots gently. That's when you realised that his usual braid was missing; Jun must have loosened it because of the headache, you guessed.

An idea popped into your head. You had always wanted to try braiding it yourself and you had the chance today!

"Stay here," you said, voice so low that Jun probably didn't even hear it. You got out the detangling hairbrush you had with you and bounced back to where Jun was lying still. With deft hands and gentle movements, you brushed his hair. A few minutes later, you kept the brush aside and braided it loosely so that it wouldn't pull on his head in case the headache lingered. "Done!"

You looked down proudly at your handiwork but the lack of response from Jun made you pause. You stepped around to the side of his chair to look at him– he had fallen asleep like that. The sight made you giggle quietly to yourself. He looked so peaceful and relaxed for one. It made your chest squeeze uncomfortably, a warm throbbing inside it.

"You're always working so hard," you whispered softly, not wanting to wake Jun up. "I admire your efforts so much, because I see how much of yourself you put into everything you do. But, you know… I like seeing you like this too."

You reached out to touch him but held back at the last second, eyes flickering all over his softened face. He really was so handsome, like a being carved out by the gods. Your heart thumped loudly in your ears as you leaned down, letting your hair slip past like a curtain. With your heart in your throat, you pressed a light gentle kiss on his forehead before jerking back, face flushed.

Relief and disappointment flooded you when Jun didn't wake up. It was better this way, you told yourself. He had enough on his plate without the awkwardness of being admired and crushed on by one of the students he worked with. With that, you made your way back to your seat and pulled the stack of papers to yourself.

You glanced at his sleeping form one last time and smiled, feeling the warm emotion spreading inside of you.

"Next time," you promised quietly. In the warm afternoon sunlight, Jun's golden hair shone like a halo marking an angel.

"Next time, I'd like to do this when you are awake… and when you'd want it."

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winslowat3am · 2 years

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Do u give money to people on tumblr?

Short answer, no. I don't reblog those posts, either. Majority of them are scammers, bonus scamster points if they use their race/gender as emotional manipulation. (Rant incoming cause this pissed me off, not you, but it had me thinking about a lot of shit). I'm sorry but I could never be on Tumblr begging for money, that's embarrassing, no offense. I commend anyone who's shameless enough to do that cause in all seriousness, couldn't be me. I feel like there are just some things you shouldn't do & asking strangers, half of which are minors, to give you their hard earned money in trade for nothing is one of them. The victim mentality of "let me spam my followers with a bunch of sob story updates about my life's issues & guilt trip them into giving me cash", no. Leave them alone. That shit's annoying, inconsiderate & entitled. & it's always the same fucking people holding their hand out. The people you're begging for cash are more than likely struggling too & need theirs. Tumblr is the worst place to ask for assistance. If you need money then you should seek a financial aid program, or I don't know, log the fuck out & get a job like everyone else? That's what people who need money do. There's no excuse, I said this before & I'll say it again, making money nowadays is easier than it has ever been cause of access to technology. Everything is virtual. You can work from home. There are people making millions eating for a fucking living on YouTube. If you're broke atp it's cause you either make excuses for why you can't work or you're just lazy. It's a choice. You don't even need to physically go out & find a real job. Make something. Perform a service. Everyone has something they can offer. Don't sit there & expect people to pay you for nothing. I hate lazy ass people who wallow in self pity, make excuses & don't contribute anything to society & simply exist to leech off others. It's parasitic & pathetic. You "can't work", but you can play around on social media every day? Hmm. You deserve to live in poverty then. You're not special. You better sell some p-ssy, d!ck or c*ke. If you're bussing it open to everyone anyway you might as well get paid for it, in the words of my wife, "make it count". Seriously, I don't respect those people. Tumblr beggars are the equivalent of irl bums who loiter at gas stations harassing passersby for change. It's fucking irritating & unfair that we live in a world where weak people are rewarded, coddled, catered to & given breaks for doing nothing. "Oh well, you know, John can't work, he's dealing with a breakup that has him in a deep depression. I just- I don't know if his mental health will allow him to work." Bro, I sympathize but at the end of the day, screw John. He has no real problems. There are people with cancer & aids right now who are working. People with no limbs are working. He can work, he's physically able to, but ultimately he won't cause he's a mentally weak man with no drive. Let's just call it what it is. I've been homeless & depressed before, I dug myself out of that hole WITH NO HELP, if people can bounce back from homelessness, addiction, abusive relationships & rebuild their lives, if people with deformities can work there's no excuse for why these lazy asses are living in houses, have food & water, with themselves being the only person they have to take care of but they're on here begging us & living off the gov't. That shit IS sad. & I get so heated over this topic cause the bastards who log on & beg aren't going to log off fucking Tumblr & make adjustments so they can afford to live, they're not going to or offer an exchange, they'll continue to do this shit. In the comfort of their home. Meanwhile, the ones they beg have to scrounge. So no motherfucker, I can't help you spend my money. Follower counts mean nothing here cause nobody gets paid on this dead app, this ain't YouTube. If you have hella followers but you still can't eat or pay your bills it's a sign your priorities are fucked. Up. Your followers owe you nothing. Have a little pride & self respect.

#(& this isn't directed at you ❤️ It's me venting about wanting to smack the dog shit out of those people)#To clarify I empathize with people who have disabilities & impairments that prevent them from working #(autism down syndrome paraplegics birth defects people in wheelchairs those can't walk properly etc)#I love them for trying & I'm not talking about them #I'm willing to help those people ❤️#I'm talking about the parasites who whine about how their life is so damn hard while sitting at home on social media collecting a check #AND beg us for our money while they actively do nothing to better their lives #Those who can walk skip jump with fully functional bodies but use anything as an excuse as to why they can't work & seek pity & donations #Fuck them #They deserve NOTHING & half of 'em are scammers #Log off Tumblr & sell your fucking iPhone 11 if you need money #Stop bothering these people #long post #ask box #inbox #self vent #answered

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Tell Me Where to Put My Love pt1

You and Steven haven’t been together very long, but that won’t stop either of you from fighting tooth and nail for a chance at a future together.

Series Masterlist

Part 1 - Wish That You Were Here

Part 2 - Everything I Thought I Knew Has Fallen Out of View

Warnings: Inaccurate depictions of DID (only knowledge from the show and some light research). Swearing. Established relationships. Married relationship. Use of term “priest” in a gender neutral sense. Discussion about cheating. Discussion about homewreckers. Canon typical violence in later chapters. Angst. Fluff.

Word Count: 3.9k

A/N: This was barely proofread at best. My first fic so I hope you all enjoy!

0 Missed Calls.

0 Voicemails.

0 New Messages.

Checking your phone again, despite having done so not but a few moments ago, had become the norm for the past week or so, ever since your boyfriend had called you in a bit of a panic. Steven was going on about a jackal, a man in his head, a man threatening him at work, and events that he was absolutely positive were not a dream, not anymore. You had of course offered to come by.

“Steven, hey…hey listen just breathe okay? I’m on my way over.” You started to pack your things. You could give your boss some sort of “family emergency” excuse. He’s your boyfriend, which is like family, and he’s clearly having some sort of emergency.

“No! No, you can’t. I mean, I would love nothing more than to see you and for all this be just a bad dream but…I’m terrified. A lot of shit has happened and I don’t want you getting mixed in it. I can’t risk you getting hurt. I just..I just wanted to make sure…” his voice was frantic and shook as it trailed off, leaving a weighted pause between you. “I just had to make sure you were real…still real…still here. I’ll call you once I get this all sorted out yeah? Then we can…we can go to dinner and just forget this ever happened yeah?”

“Yeah,” you sat back down, heart still pounding and worry still heavy on your mind. “Yeah of course, Steven. We can go to that shop you like and make some vegan brownies for dessert. Maybe watch that documentary you were telling me about.” You hope he can hear the faint smile on your lips. You wanted nothing more than to run to his flat and make sure he was okay. Take him into your arms and let him know everything will be okay. You two hadn’t been together long, but you felt like each other’s missing puzzle pieces. Fitting together so effortlessly. You didn’t want to say you were meant to be, like fate or something, but how else could you describe it. So when he was upset, it broke your heart that such a sweet man was hurting.

He sighed, his own weak smile creeping in, and nodded despite you not being able to see it and…was he crying? “Yeah, yeah that sounds aces, yeah. Can’t wait. I’ll call you I swear….I love you.”

“I love you more, Steven.”

That was the last time you spoke. It wasn’t abnormal for him to disappear for a day or so and you promised Steven you would always be there when he gets back. You understood Steven’s struggle with sleep. While you didn't sleep walk, you did have very vivid dreams that felt so real and left you exhausted the next day. It was something you and Steven bonded over, two sleep deprived peas in a pod. The first time he missed a date he was so upset that he had forgotten what day it was, but you still smiled and assured him you would always be there. Waiting. But with everything that he had mentioned and everything that happened after he left, the sudden solar eclipse, the night sky doing that, you could only hope that he was safe.

With a sigh you gather your things, if you spend any more time in the tea shop they might think you’ve taken up residence there. Steven’s favorite tea shop had now become your favorite place since you had been showing up there half expecting to find him just sitting there drinking tea. It was calming to come here. The soft sounds of conversations and orders being made create a soothing ambiance that brings some sense of balance to your worrying thoughts.

That’s when things went sideways. As you turned towards the front of the shop there he was, walking in, seemingly talking to himself, but otherwise perfectly fine as if he hadn’t been a missing person for the past week or so.

“Steven,” your voice carries over the shop a bit louder than you intended, but you just couldn’t believe it. “Steven Grant?!” The man before you stood taller than he used to, his gate held a bit more confidence to it, and while he still had the bags under his eyes he had an energy to him.

Any onlooker would have mistaken Steven for a deer in headlights. Frozen in place staring as you stepped towards him with hesitancy almost as if you were approaching a mirage, your personal oasis in this desert of a world. Both of you were just as shocked to see the other. His chest rising and falling with a tremble and uneven pace. Your hand reached out to him and in one swift motion his hand grasped your wrist pulling you into his arms, his familiar tight embrace. Your puzzle piece slipping into place as all the emotions from each day he was gone come rushing to the surface all over again in a tidal wave.

“Oh, love. No, no, please don’t cry. I’m sorry, bollocks I’m so sorry for worrying you like that. I know I’ve worried you sick, yeah? Oh God I’ve missed you.” With a kiss to your forehead he pulled you in closer, if that were even possible, as you clung to his form. Steven’s heart just couldn’t keep up, racing and pounding. Hands shaking slightly as they held tight to your shoulders, one drifting over your hair to the back of your head pulling you in. A sense of relief washing over him.

“Where-where were you? Damn it, Steven where were you, what happened? You weren’t answering any of my calls or messages.” The words tumble out without your consent. Before you can wipe your tears his calloused hands cup your cheeks, thumbs gently caressing the tears away. Steven was looking at you…no, not just looking at you, he was admiring you, taking in your features. In truth, he was looking at you as if doing so made everything make sense, made it all fall into place.

Steven looked at you with reverence. He honestly didn’t think he’d have the privilege to do this again, to hold you close and just look at you. After everything he’s been through, all the chaos, the pain, the hopelessness. All that washed away and the noise dissipated when he saw you there in his usual tea shop.

“Hey,” he smiled to you, a sweet, tender, and longing smile. A breathy chuckle slipping out, “just like I remember you. A lttlel more teary than I remember but…but still you. Still here. Oh, love, I swear I will tell you every-“ his smile wavered as he looked away, with a mildly annoyed look on his face before looking at you with a resolute expression. “I will tell you everything, yeah? Because that’s what we do for the people we care about, hmm? Be honest with them. Honesty.” He glances at the nearby display of baked goods, emphasizing his last statements, but it didn’t quite feel like it was meant for you. All you could do was nod and bury yourself in his embrace, breathing him in.

After Steven ordered his tea and got you whatever baked good you wanted (really he insisted, as just a small band aid for the worry he put you through), he takes you back to his flat holding your hand the whole way, only letting go to unlock the door and let you both in. The first thing you notice is Gus (or rather “Not Gus”) now has a friend. Hurrying over to the tank to say hello with a dopey smile at the new addition, you don’t notice at first Steven’s whispers behind you as he stands still at the door looking into a small mirror on the wall.

“Steven, I know what you’re doing, but it isn’t a good idea.” The voice in his head, or rather the man in his head said with the firmness of a parent warning a child. “Trust me, Steven. It’s best to just let this one go. Things are only gonna get complicated from here.”

“Yeah? Complicated? I think we’ve passed complicated, Marc. They deserve to know the truth. I’m ‘honesty’, remember? So, stay out of this, mate, yeah?” Steven retorts with his own firmness before turning to see you staring at him. Swallowing nervously he tries to put you (and himself) at ease flashing his signature smile. “Right. Yeah, so I definitely owe you an explanation of what happened, where I’ve been, all that. And I will, definitely. I-“

“Why didn’t you call me?” Your question sprang out in the middle of his ramblings like it had a mind of its own.

“Well, about that. And I know this gonna sound like a real piss excuse, but I swear it’s the truth. In all the chaos I lost it, my phone I mean. Haven’t had it. At. All.” He emphasizes with a wave of his hand as he makes his way over to the couch, you following behind him, pastry in hand. The pair of you sit on the couch, a leg bent on the cushions so you could face each other, just like so many nights before. “Was actually on the way out to go get a new one after I got my tea, when I ran into you…the one person I really even needed the bloody thing for.”

“Okay, but…could you not have borrowed someone’s phone? Or any phone?” Grasping for any sense or logic wasn’t doing you any good.

“Yeah, that uh, wasn’t entirely within my control.” The confused look on your face prompted him to continue, and so he did. Starting from the last time you two spoke on the phone, about Harrow, Marc, and Layla, about the alps, Cairo….everything.

Well…

“You sure that’s everything ‘Mr. Honesty’? Hmm? Aren’t you leaving a little something out that your special friend here might want to know?” Marc was annoyed (putting it lightly). For starters, Steven just did what he never could. He told you the truth. Steven trusted you and loved you and right now he was betting everything that you wouldn’t turn and run, that you would believe him and hopefully, just maybe, stay. Like you had before. Always there.

Steven tried his best to ignore Marc in the silence that fell after his long rambling of the past events leading up to this moment here on the dusty old couch, in his dusty old flat. He was confident in how you would respond to the cult stuff, Khonshu, his DID…even about his death and resurrection. But Marc was right, he had left out a few small details, nuanced details really, nothing to get worked up about (oh God Steven keep it together. Now is not the time to panic), but he was less confident about how you would react to that…that he would have to handle more delicately. All he wanted right now was you, your hand in his, the takeaway from that place you both loved, a quiet night in, and for things to be like they were…happy, simple, normal.

And there it was. Ask and ye shall receive. Your hand reaching tentatively across the small distance between you to take his hand in yours. Fingers caressing over palms and fingertips, feeling each other, connecting after what felt like ages. His heart ached knowing your mind must be swimming this very moment trying to process everything, but he’d wait however long you needed to make sense of it all. You waited for him and he wasn’t even there, he could wait for you and be there for you.

“I know it’s a lot. Like, more than a lot, so I won’t try and rush you. Take your time, love, all the time you need. I won’t be going anywhere.” With your fingers interlacing, you nod to him and with a small smile, made his heart soar.

“Thank you, Steven. Yeah that was,” a breath escapes sounding like a chuckle, your grip tightening on his hand, “yeah a lot. But…I’m definitely not going anywhere. I’m not letting you go now that I have you back. So, all this, all the things that you’ve been through, I just wish I could have been there. I could have…helped in some way. Maybe not in some grand way like you said Layla did but in some way.”

“Hmm, if only they knew huh, buddy? Maybe you should tell them the whole story before me or Layla have to break the news, because you won’t like how that ends, Steven.” The stern tone had lessened as he tried to coax the rest of the story out of Steven. “Plus, I uh…I didn’t want to mention it, but I’ve never had a good feeling about them. I don't think they’re quite telling you everything either.”

At this Steven audibly scoffed as he got up from the couch, jaw and fists clenching. You watched him concerned, had you said or done something wrong? Steven shook his head at Marc’s wild accusations, standing in the middle of the room before meeting your gaze and pointed at his head with mild irritation. “Marc…he’s uh, being a git at the moment. Never been one for being honest and upfront with people, he's a bit miffed that I just spilled everything to you. But I will definitely talk to him later about it, because he doesn't know what he’s talking about.”

“Marc? He’s here, listening? I mean, I suppose he’s been here the whole time, yeah? If he’s angry I don't want to cause you two to fight.” you shift in your place on the couch to face where Steven now stood. He looks over at the fish tank with raised brows gesturing at you.

“So you don't trust them, but here they are worried about upsetting you and they haven’t even met you yet. Really mate you have to chill out with all the paranoia. Khonshu’s gone we can just live our life now.” He ends with a sigh looking at you, impressed with how well you seem to be taking everything from the wild events with gods and monsters to him carrying on a conversation with a voice, a man, you couldn’t hear.

“I'm just telling you, Steven, when they were around Khonshu was suspiciously quiet. They’re hiding something. I just…I couldn't say anything before, so I'm saying it now. You know I just care about your happiness.” Marc almost pleaded with Steven to understand that he wasn't trying to be that way and he really was trying to trust, but something just wasn't sitting right with him.

Steven's face softened as he looked at his “reflection” in the fish tank. He simply nodded then looked back at you with an adoring smile. “Well that’s just it, Marc. My happiness is sitting right there on that couch.” He points at you with emphasis. “So, I don't care if Khonshu was quiet when they were around, I consider that a bloody blessing, or that-”

“Khonshu was quiet…around me? What else is Marc saying?” Gaze shifting from Steven to the fish tank and back as your hands busied themselves with the pastry package. Steven stepped over to where you sat, kneeling in front of you taking your hands, all the while smiling.

“Love, don't mind him. Marc is so used to a life of secrecy that he thinks everyone is hiding something. But he doesn't know you like I do. We tell each other everything, all our crazy dreams, turns out mine weren’t really dreams.” He chuckles, getting a smile from you that quickly fades as you watch and listen to him. “Can’t complete a puzzle without every piece, yeah?”

With a nod you look down at yours and Steven’s hands giving them a squeeze. Taking in a deep breath closing your eyes. “Which is why you should know, Marc is right.” Steven’s brow gathers into a confused look as Marc exclaims in excitement that he was right and he knew it. You try to swallow your fear and uncertainty so you can get the words out. He deserved to know, especially now with so much coming to light. “I was…am keeping something from you, but not because I didn't trust you but because it…it wasn't relevant. It wasn't something that felt like it was warranted to share. You would have thought I was mad, the same way you thought It was rubbish when Marc told you about Khonshu.”

“Wha…what are you saying, love?”

“I'm saying, Steven,” you pause, taking another breath looking into his brown eyes that are filled to the brim with worry and concern. “I'm an avatar, too. Like how you and Marc are-”

“Were.”

“Like how you and Marc were avatars to Khonshu.”

“Holy shit. Imma be honest, buddy, I wasn't expecting that.” Marc was expecting something like black market dealer or underground fight club kind of situation or something but not…that. Steven just looked at you frozen in place, hands still tightly gripping yours. It was his turn to process some rather mind blowing information. Mouth slightly agape he looked into your eyes as if he’d find proof that you were only joking, but he didn't. His heart began pounding again as he stood up walking back to the center of the room, pacing slightly, one hand on his chest the other through his curls as he tried not to freak out.

You stood up and once again slowly approached him as if he were a small animal. “Steven…love?” you tried to pull him from the spiral you knew he was falling into. “Steven, please. I'm sorry I didn't tell you sooner, but you would have thought I was just pulling your leg. With how much you love Egyptology and the myths I just…I didn't want to freak you out.”

He was silent for another beat or two, but it felt so, so much longer than that. He took a few deep breaths, still facing away from you. “Who?” You just looked at him confused before he elaborated. “Who is the god that you’re the avatar to?”

“Tutu, god of tombs and protector of dreamers.” You didn't hesitate to answer, not wanting Steven to jump to his own conclusions. “He’s part of the reason I don't sleep well. I mean I had vivid dreams before I met him, that’s part of why he chose me…even though he did sort of trick me into becoming his avatar. Steven, please look at me. I can feel you slipping away. I will tell you everything about my relationship with him. From what you told me about Khonshu, it sounds like I got off easy.”

Steven took another moment to collect himself. Sure, he would have had a hard time believing you before everything, back when he was just a gift-shoppist dreaming of being a tour guide, but that didn't change the fact that it was still pretty jarring to hear. He thought you were the only normal thing left in his life and it turns out, you never were.

“I…I’m sorry, love. It's just bonkers. I thought…well I thought you were outside all this craziness. I know I shouldn't be as surprised as I am after everything that’s happened, but,” He takes a deep breath turning to you slowly, as if expecting to see something other than you, looking at him with pleading eyes. You had just accepted everything he just told you, of course you had, you were well aware of the gods and avatars and magic and all that. Of course you accepted his DID and Marc, as kind and as patient as you are. So, how could he not accept this part of you. After all the late nights, the lunch dates, the first and many “I love you”s. His puzzle piece still fit into place, it was just a slightly different shape than he thought it was. “If I've learned anything on this adventure, it's that sometimes unexpected things can lead to something great.”

You watch him and nod, taking a step forward as tears begin to prick at the edges of your eyes. It's been a very emotionally draining time and you too wanted things to just go back to normal. Whatever that was. Steven saw your hesitancy, you were still worried he wouldn't accept that side of you, he could tell. Opening his arms and inviting you in, he stepped closer. You wasted no time fitting into place.

“Steven, I am so sorry I didn't tell you sooner. The things I do for Tutu are just so small compared to our relationship that it just didn't feel worth ruining what we had. I'm so sorry. But I promise there’s nothing else. That’s all I had kept from you.” You practically beg him to understand and accept you. You lost him once (and almost permanently if not for Khonshu), it would devastate you if you lost him over something you had done.

“Hey, hey now, love. Love, it’s alright. I would be the biggest twit in the world if I didn't accept you after you accepted everything about me. What kind of boyfriend would I be? I mean really? I understand why you kept it from me and you’re right, I probably would have thought you were just messing with me. But it’s you, I would have understood and I understand now. And I definitely want to hear about how it happened…when you’re ready to share.” He smiled to you as one hand rested on your waist while the other came up to wipe away the fresh tears, his thumb moving from your cheek across your lips before he pressed his own against them.

You smiled into the kiss, just another puzzle piece fitting together. Just when you thought you and Steven couldn’t be better suited for each other, to find someone so acutely aware of the strange and magical world you both unknowingly shared. It truly started to feel like it was fate bringing you together.

“Oh yeah, nothing about this could go wrong. Buddy, I know you want to have a nice moment with them, but they deserve to know, Steven. You told them everything else and they were fine so you can’t just leave out the fact that Layla and I are still very much married or that you kissed her and expect everything to just be okay.” Marc’s brows were raised expectantly from his reflection in the fish tank. Steven looked at him pleading for just a moment’s peace. He’ll tell you about that and soon, he just wanted to enjoy the quiet of this moment.

Yes, he had kissed Layla, but in his dying moments it was you he saw. He had no doubt his love for you was stronger than whatever he felt for Layla. When they got back from Cairo he kept bugging Marc to get him a new phone since they couldn't find his old one so he could call you. He had a bit of time to think about what he had done and how he felt about Layla and he knew, he knew it wasn't the same as what he felt for you.

Steven pulled away, but held you close as he suggested the both of you pick up where you left off. Go to that shop he likes, pick up things for vegan brownies, and watch that documentary he had told you about. The smile on your face at his suggestion was priceless to Steven. He didn't want to see you upset again so soon. Right now he and you both just wanted each other, and that he could give you.

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Tarnished pt4

[Helluva Boss AU where Blitzø’s childhood theft from Stolas’ palace is discovered and major consequences ensue for everyone involved. Trying to stick with established lore but taking some liberties to make the drama work. Multiple headcanons from various sources I’ve come across included as suits the story. Starts roughly five years before Murder Family, I’m making assumptions about the timeline]

[18+ rating for language, sex, violence, alcohol consumption, abuse, and general Hellaverse-ness]

[Part 4/?? Word count 3270]

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Stella stabbed at her poached eggs with a fork. That limp prick continued to prove his position and power were wasted on him. Despite being gifted a servant that couldn’t say no, her sorry excuse of a husband insisted on treating the imp as an equal. As if those mayfly imps had anything close to the worth of demonic royalty.

Their rank had duties to go along with their inherent power. They commanded legions because they had the infernal right to, proved by ability over the ages.

She was from one of the high houses, but Stella had almost no magick herself. Her brother Andrealphus had more than enough power; the best Stella had ever managed was a tiny pink flame for a fleeting second. Andrealphus’ position in their family had been set in brimstone early on. The eldest, a male, with enough magick to fulfill his duties to the Goetia.

Hers had been shakier. Especially once her inability with magick became apparent. If she’d been a male, Stella might have still had a chance to command an army in support of her brother. If she’d been born first she could have been heir to the house and managed the family estate. If she’d had any power she could take a place among Ars Goetia, wielding magick in the name of Hell. But with the three strikes of gender, birth order, and lack of power against her, her parents stopped caring about her early on.

The most they’d done for her was arranging a marriage with one of King Paimon’s sons. “At least you can produce an heir for the boy,” her mother stated when they informed her of the decision. The portrait she’d been shown at the time was of a four eyed owl boy hugging a plush toy with a sweet smile. He couldn’t be a prince, he didn’t show any sort of authority like her father and brother.

No matter how much she’d raged against it, the engagement was final. She could scream, attack servants and pets, destroy any number of items in the estate, but nothing would change her parents' minds.

Stella focused her efforts on being the perfect wife for one of Hell’s princes. She learned to rule the servants with an iron claw. Her etiquette and poise were incomparable. She created a web of influence and information in high society. Even before adulthood she was on the bleeding edge of fashion. She was sure she could make that weak little boy into the prince she was meant to marry.

But no, not even that worked the way she wanted. He’d rather fuck an imp than lead his legions. He fulfilled his duties but he never participated in politics and power plays. He was too weak to command even the one being in all the Rings that couldn’t refuse him.

Even worse, she couldn’t eliminate the vermin. According to Andrealphus, something had altered the binding as it was laid on the imp. He had the protection of his master. Stella couldn’t kill him; likely only blessed weapons would be able too and they didn’t have enough to waste on imps.

He could be hurt however. She relished the memory of finding that out as much as she relished the sweet taste of her pancakes. With Andrealphus’ help, she’d tried to break the insolent creature’s spirit. They’d damaged him badly and even now there were times he recoiled in her presence.

It wasn’t enough though. She was used to inciting fear in lesser beings and the imp seemed to be leaving his fear of her behind. Perhaps it was time to go after her husband instead. With Stolas eliminated she would control the palace and have free reign with Octavia’s upbringing.

That would take time to arrange and maintaining her social connections and information network was crucial to success. Which meant staying on that bleeding fashion edge. Stella finished her liqueur spiked coffee and called for a car. Time to prepare.

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Blitzø’s apartment was in a vastly different area of the Pride Ring. It was situated in Imp City, located in the second circle. There weren’t many Sinners in this part of the Ring. As the name suggested the majority population was imps, with a scattering of Hellhounds and the rare Succubi. Unlike the well kept imposing estates they left behind, they were now surrounded by monotonous offices and apartments.

“Loonie! Daddy’s home!” Blitzø flung open the door to the one bedroom apartment. It didn’t much resemble the room at Stolas’ besides the overwhelming amount of horse decor. This was more like a bachelor pad than the extended stay hotel room vibe at the palace.

There was an imp woman about Moxxie’s age scrolling on her phone at the tiny table. “Oh hey Blitzø! Loona’s still in her room. Who’s yer friend?” Moxxie stopped dead at the doorway. This girl was the cutest imp he’d ever seen! She had a bubbly cheerfulness and her quick buck toothed smile was the brightest thing he’d seen in years. She had a heavy country accent that reminded him of his mom. It was like the sweetest honey from Gluttony warmed by that ring’s sunlight and Moxxie wanted to listen to her forever.

“Hey Mills, this is Moxxie, he helped me out of a bind. I’ll go check on my baby girl.” He marched over to the bedroom door, a distinct spring in his step. The door was plastered in caution tape and keep out signs. Blitzørespected those and knocked a pattern on the door.

The imp woman held out her hand. “Nice to meetcha, I’m Mildred. Everyone calls me Millie.” Moxxie shook her hand nervously. “Moxxie. Pleased to meet you Miss Millie.”

She chuckled. It wasn’t a sharp sound like he’d heard so often from his father or their sharky goons. It was a little embarrassed but friendly, soft. “I don’t think anybody’s called me ‘miss’ in forever. But if it works for ya. So how d’you know Blitzø?”

“We uh…” uh oh, he didn’t want to scare this girl off by saying he’d been in prison. Fortunately, the bedroom door yanked open, revealing a female Hellhound. Not a kid either, but a young woman.

“There’s my Loonie Toonie! Didya miss me?” Blitzøheld his arms open for a hug but the Hound just growled.

“What the fuck Blitzø, I don’t need a babysitter! I’m eighteen already!” she yelled. “Geezus I’ve been on my own for years, I don’t need you hovering over me!”

“Wait, that’s his daughter?” Moxxie asked in an undertone to Millie.

“Yup. I know, ‘s weird, he went to get a Hellhound to work at this business he keeps talkin’ about. Ended up adopting Loona as his kid. She says she was about to get kicked out of the kennels for being too old.” She shrugged and grinned. “Don’t let him fool you, he’s a big ol softie. Him and his princey boooooyfriiiieeeend.”

Blitzøwas making big eyes at Loona. “I was just worried since all this is still new for you sweetie. It’s a big adjustment.”

Loona rolled her eyes. “Ugh, I’m fine, can I go back to sleep now?”

“Depends on if you’ve had breakfast yet. It’s important to eat a proper diet, you’re a growing girl.”

“Yes, we ate, I’m gonna sleep.” Blitzø managed to get in one squishy kiss on her cheek and a head scratch before she disappeared behind her aggressively angsty door.

Millie gave Blitzø a knowing look. “I keep tellin you, she don’t need a babysitter. She pretty much did everything herself.”

Blitzø knew his daughter was self reliant. She’d had to be, stuck in the Hound adoption system for so long. He wanted her to have space to not take care of everything on her own. He couldn’t give her a childhood, but he could give her a place to be safe.

He knew something was working at least. She’d been sleeping, a lot. It had worried him at first, so he’d talked to Stolas about it. The owl demon was much wider read than he was and was able to reassure him. People that had been through extended stress and trauma, especially children and young people, tended to sleep excessively once they felt safe. It was almost like they had to catch up on all the rest they’d missed over the years. Loona had been at those kennels her whole life it sounded. She had a lot of rest to catch up on and at least she felt safe enough at Blitzø’s to do that.

“Alright you two, let’s leave Loona to her nap. I got something to talk to you both about.” He pushed them both out before locking the apartment door.

Presumably this was about the business he kept hinting to, which sounded just as dangerous as being in the mafia. Moxxie wasn’t used to women taking on dangerous roles in the mob.

Millie was just as surprised that soft spoken imp was being included. He seemed way too meek for this hit man business. He looked really smart, maybe Blitzø wanted Loona out on jobs and Moxxie in the office? Millie was used to her dad and brothers; muscular, stocky, and stoic. Most of her boyfriends had been of the same mold, no matter what kind of demon they were.

She had to admit Moxxie was attractive though. He had a charming openness and when he talked she could feel a passion brighter than any hellfire in him. From the cadence of his voice, it sounded like he was from Greed. Any imp from there tended to be capable of handling themselves. Moxxie probably was too, but it was hard to believe.

It was a bit of a walk to the tiny office Blitzø had rented. Stolas had offered him capital, but that would have undermined what Blitzø was trying to do. So this office (basically a meeting room with a closet at the moment) and his city apartment were paid for with funds he’d earned. Odd jobs (with various degrees of legality) all over the Seven Rings had gotten him enough to start.

“Alright kids!” Blitzø pinned a couple pages directly onto the wall once his prospective employees were seated. “I’m starting a professional assassination company, with security work for a specific client.” He whipped out a pointer with a flourish, smacking the page that said “All Imp Legion!!!! Fucking Awesome Game Plan!!!¡!” in crayon. “It’s phase one of my fucking master plan.”

“Stolas offered to put me in charge of a legion. But most are filled with fuckheads so I’m building the first imp legion.” He hopped up on the small table and started pacing on it. “Only problem is most imps that could fight in a legion are already up to some shady shit or making a living as laborers. Soooooo, I gotta get my name and word of the kinda thing I’m recruiting for out there.”

He jumped back down and tapped “Step one: hit man company” on the game plan. “I wanna hire you both as assassins. We start taking clients in the Pride Ring, word spreads how good we are at killing and we start getting more tough imps to join up until we got our legion. If it works, you both get to be officers with fuckin badass hats and shit.” He tapped down his list until “Step five: fuckin badass hats and shit.”

“Both of us?” Millie and Moxxie asked in unison then looked at each other wide eyed.

“Oh shit yeah, I’ve seen you both in action but you guys wouldn’t know. Millie is amazing at melee combat and her way with blades is fucking beautiful. Moxxie is a crack shot; he knows ranged weapons and explosives like a goddamn savant.”

“Well I’m down for it. Beats ‘babysitting’ or working on the farm. But Blitzø,” Millie leaned on the little table, “you’re not just doing this cause the prince told you too or nothin, right? Is this something you wanna do?”

Blitzø got quiet for a moment. He looked at his scribbled notes tacked up on the rented wall. “Yeah, I do. I’m tired of being treated like shit. I’m tired of imps being treated like shit. Most of those blue blood pricks think we’re worthless. Actually most demons think that, even a lot of imps. I wanna show everyone in Hell we’re not.” Millie nodded and said “I’m in.”

Moxxie wanted to clarify a few things first. “I assume the security work will be for Prince Stolas, since we’re essentially the start of his new legion. You specified taking clients in Pride, do you have a specific clientele already in mind? Also, where are we going to get weaponry? It sounds like you want to rely on the prince as little as possible so presumably he won’t be our supplier.”

“I’m impressed Mox. Yup, we’re doing the occasional bodyguard stint for Stolas, I’ve been doing that anyway so you’ll join in. As for clients, I figure most are gonna be Sinners. A shit ton of them have beef with the livin. And once they get their new claws on some cash, they might as well hire us to take care of that beef.”

Moxxie’s jaw dropped “How are we going to kill humans?!”

“Uh, yah, killing mortals sounds like fun, but Moxxie’s right. How’re we supposed to get to the living world?” Millie raised her hand like a student trying to get her teacher’s attention.

Blitzø gave them a toothy grin. “That’s the one thing Stolas is helping me with. He’s going to lend me his fancy ass magick book so we can portal up, kill whatever fuckers we’re hired to kill, and pop back down. As for weapons…” he jerked his thumb at the closet door. “Let’s just say there’s not mops in there. I’ve been stockpiling shit for years so we should be good for more than a few jobs. Once we got the cash flow we buy more for the arsenal.”

He placed both hands on the table. “You both know some of the shit I’ve got to deal with from the Goetia. But it’s my shit and you don’t gotta deal with it if you don’t want. We pull this off, we’re set for life but it’s life mixed up with blue blood jackasses.” He looked at the two steadily. “No hard feelings if you want out, now or later. Well, unless you drop out mid hit. Then your ass is mine.”

Millie stuck out her hand to Blitzø. “I’m still in. My hat better be fucking awesome.”

“You got it Mills.”

Moxxie had never wanted the responsibilities he was given in the mafia. The turf wars, heists, dealing with goons, even with all the dangers it was all uninspiring. Blitzø’s plan was crazy, ambitious, and Moxxie wanted in. The idea of (eventually) sticking it to demon royalty added to the appeal. And what better defense against anything Crimson might try than helping lead a legion?

“I’m in too sir.” Moxxie didn’t know it but his sharp smile at the moment was as viscous as any he’d seen from his father.

Blitzø shook both of their hands. “Alright fam, we got work to do before we get to killing for cash.” He tapped the other page. A logo spelling I.M.P. was drawn in crayon, the M made of stylized horns. “Immediate Murder Professionals is our name, killing who we’re paid to is the game. M and M, you two brainstorm ways to advertise and I want some fucking good ones. We’ll meet back here day after tomorrow at ten.” He opened the closet and they got a glimpse of the firearms and bladed weapons filling it. For his part, Blitzø pulled something out of a safe.

“Overtime pay for Millie, payment for earlier and an advance for Moxxie. Figure you’ll need that to find a place to crash.” He shooed them out to lock up. “Off you go bitches, see you in two days.” He wasn’t about to hand hold Moxxie all through the city.

Blitzø grabbed two greasy pizzas from a joint near his apartment. Should be enough for him and Loona. Knocking on her door he called “Loona, I got some pizza. They’re burn your mouth hot, right out of the oven.”

A moment and the door opened a crack. Just enough for a glowing red eye to peek out. “What kind…?” Her voice was a hesitant growl.

“Extra cheese on one, sausage and peppers on the other. Just the way you like it Loonie. You can take a plate to your room if you want.” Blitzø wasn’t going to force a skittish Hellhound to eat together if she didn’t want. The only rule was to clean up after; they were likely to get hellfire ants all over the apartment otherwise.

This time Loona slipped out and perched at the table. She only grabbed one slice of each and devoured them. Blitzø knew she’d grab more over the day. The stack of plates that greeted him whenever he got home told him she’d been eating at least.

Loona didn’t bolt back to her room immediately. Instead she drew her knees up to her chest and watched him. It was a little unnerving, but he was used to Hounds glaring at him.

“You went to Greed this time?” she finally asked. In the few months since she’d been adopted, Blitzø had been gone for a couple days in a row on a steady basis. This last stint was unusual, almost two weeks.

Blitzø answered around a mouthful of crust. “Yeah, got caught in some trouble. Backstabbing greedy fuckers. That’ll be the last time I’m gone for awhile. ‘Cept for times with Stolas.” He gulped down pizza before chomping on another slice. “I gotta get our business rolling here soon.”

Loona looked like she was about to say something but shrugged. “Okay, cool,” she muttered and slunk back to her room.

Blitzø reminded himself that this was progress. He had to let Loona take things at her pace. Too fast and he’d ruin this beginning relationship like so many others. After cleaning up he decided to stay here for the night. He sent a quick message to Stolas.

“be bak twomorw, wonna relx toonite”

“Of course darling. This morning was a bit much and you need some rest after your stint in Greed. Via is already hoping for your help in the morning. But if you can’t manage to get back until later I’m sure she’ll understand. Apparently you do a better job with preening than I do, as she has often told me during our outing today. I expect she’ll want help naming her newest taxidermy…creature when you arrive.”

“Cando. give Puffbll huzg frum me. flp off the fethar dusty fir me.”

“I’ll make it a double, discreetly. Please give my best to Loona. Before I forget we do need to discuss what happened over the past week when you get back. If you could message me when you’re on your way, it would be appreciated. Have a good evening dearest. ❤️”

“❤️ u floof”

With Loona having the bedroom, Blitzø was sleeping on the couch. He had pillows and blankets ready to go whenever he slept at the apartment. He channel surfed some while typing on his phone whenever he had an idea for I.M.P. Loona grabbed pizza a couple times overnight; he did his best not to draw attention to her, even when her rummaging woke him up in the middle of the night.

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whisperedgreetings · 1 year

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What Boy Meets Maria Means to Me

SPOILERS AHEAD

CW: mentions of SA and pedophilia. These topics aren’t comfortable even with me most of the time. Please stay safe, okay?

So. I picked up this manga because I fell in love with the art style and heard it didn’t have the usual fetishization most MLM stories have in manga. It seemed sweet, if not exceedingly dorky. Two theater kids fall in love. A one-shot MLM grumpy x sunshine story.

I had no idea what I was getting into.

“There’s nothing worse than always being alone.”

Now, this story felt deeply personal for a number of reasons. Let’s start with the main character, Taiga. He wants to be the best actor in Japan. He’s loud, determined, and doesn’t seem to notice when people find him utterly annoying, nor does he seem to understand the social rules of the world around him. All in all, he reminds me a lot of my current boyfriend.

And then there’s Maria. Or rather, Arima.

I’ve never been so hurt by how close to home a character hit before.

Arima was raised by a mother who wanted a daughter. He was raised as a girl, and often felt enough like one to be okay with it. But it never felt quite right. On this alone, I could relate a lot to that as a more feminine trans man. Girly clothes felt fine, being referred to as a girl didn’t feel inherently wrong. But being a boy felt entirely right, and that was something to feel guilty about. But there’s more than that.

Now. This is hardly something I like to discuss, so I’ll keep it to a minimum. At a certain point, Arima’s insecurity with his gender got to a point where he was driven to ask his teacher how he’d feel if Arima really was a boy. And, as soon as that was said, that same teacher assaulted him.

Of course, reading this was beyond painful. It’s natural to read something like that and get the pit in your stomach that’s usual when hearing of other’s tragedies. But how the event changed Arima meant just as much. The event led Arima to view being seeing seen as a man as dangerous, as something scary and vulnerable. And he found safety in his femininity, as that was never subjected to the horrors his masculinity did.

It’s often speculated that trans men are the way they are because of some bad memory they have with their born gender, rather than it being a part of their identity. I face the blunt of this rather often, as a trans man that also happens to be an SA survivor. Seeing this told from an AMAB perspective made it feel less belittling, somehow. My struggle with my identity since that point feels more real. My assault followed the same pattern as Arima’s. I disclosed with someone I trusted that I might really be a boy. And then I was assaulted by that person the same day. And like Arima, I still find safety in being perceived as feminine. I still often hide behind it, as being seen as the man I am seems more vulnerable. I’ve never seen my exact feelings written out the way I feel them.

Now, back to Taiga. I mentioned that he reminds me a lot of my boyfriend. Taiga, throughout the book, seems to look up to Arima for his talents. Arima however, is jealous of Taiga for his ability to be so open and outspoken about who he is and what he wants for himself. Neither understand how the other could want to be more like them. This was something me and my partner struggled a lot with as well, for a lot of the same reasons. It felt so silly and cliche at the time, for us to be jealous of each other like that. And yet, there it was. Not laughed at. Not mocked. It was seen as a real struggle. The reason we grew was the reason they did. It was real growth, and growth I can be proud of.

“I couldn’t help looking up to you. I didn’t want you to see my weaknesses. But it didn’t matter what I showed you. With you, I could be masculine. I could be myself. That’s how I felt. It was refreshing. And now, I really can’t let you see how pathetic I am.”

I’m happy I can say that I was able to make the same progress Arima’s character did. Healing is painful. PTSD is painful. And seeing my own painful view of the world put into words hurt. But I needed it. And I thank the author for giving this to me. I will treasure it forever, even if it was only one small book in a sea of other wonderful works. This one is mine.

For those who read all this but never read the manga, thank you, I guess, for being interested in what I have to say. If you decide you want to pick it up, please check the content warnings beforehand. And if it grows to be too much, drop it. Nothing is worth risking your mental health for, let alone a single book. What means so much to me does not need to mean as much to you.

I love you all dearly.

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queenaryastark · 2 years

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Many Arya fan have written in great detail about her possible meeting and friendship with Dany, but do you have headcannons for what the meetings/friendship with other female (Meera, Brienne, one of the Mormont siblings, Shireen etc) would be like ? Even if you don't think they will actually meet.

Hi there! I really like the idea of Arya continuing to form positive relationships with other girls and women. There's probably so much content about Arya/Dany because they're the two female leads of the series and will likely have to work together on some level during the Battle for the Dawn. But yes, there are lots of other women Arya can befirend:

Arya/Meera: If they meet, they'll be besties. Arya and Meera have a lot in common as both of them served as leaders and protectors of their traveling groups. Seeing a confident lady who doesn't change herself to fit into the patriarchal ideal of femininity and whose feminine expression is closer to Arya's own will help Arya see that there is nothing wrong with who she is. If they meet, Meera will definitely be a great role model and cool big sister type for Arya. And it goes without saying that she’ll adore Meera for how well she has protected Bran all this time.

Arya/Brienne: Their dynamic would be very similar to Arya/Meera with another lady being an example of a different type of lady from the one Arya grew up being pressured to be. Though Brienne would have the added layer of being a knight. While Arya doesn't want to be a knight, she idealizes them like her siblings do: "Hot Pie was being silly; it wouldn't be ghosts at Harrenhal, it would be knights. Arya could reveal herself to Lady Whent, and the knights would escort her home and keep her safe. That was what knights did; they kept you safe, especially women. -- Arya IV, ACOK. So while Arya has seen several knights who have been monsters, Brienne would be the type of knight that fits the ideal Arya was raised to believe in and just might help her get home. I always found it interesting that Brienne is on Arya’s trail and doesn’t fully realize it. I've also thought of an AU where Brienne tries to help Arya get home after AGOT instead of her traveling with the NW. Brienne/Arya would basically be a female Dunk & Egg, which would be fun.

Arya/Arianne: The Short Queens. Throughout her chapters, Arya has befriended and admired all types of women. If they were to meet, she would easily admire Arianne despite how different they are. As a woman who seeks to wield power in her own right and takes assertive action through her intelligence, she is absolutely someone Arya would like and respect. She also happens to be the descendant of one of Arya’s heroines, Nymeria of Ny Sar. I could see an AU where Arya stays in KL and escapes with the Dornish party at the end of ASOS, bringing her to Sunspear where she can bond with Arianne and learn a great deal from her. As it stands now, both have similarities in how they have to out think their opponents given their lack of physical strength and use their ability to make friends to achieve their goals.

Arya/Sand Snakes: Even more descendants of Arya’s favorite heroine, she would absolutely love the Sand Snakes. Each of them is a different example of womanhood, with their own strengths, weaknesses, and different personalities. Arya is currently learning poisons and knows how to put on a performance like Tyene, keeps hidden weapons like Lady Nym, is a horse girl like Elia, disguises herself as a boy to get around gendered restrictions and is intelligent like Sarella, and wishes for justice like Obara. There’s definitely something in each of the ones we know about that Arya would connect with.

Arya/Missandei: These two kids have gone through so much tragedy and continue to persevere. Missandei is one of the most intelligent character in the series, knowing several languages and being able to recite customs and laws from various cultures. She’s also able to apply that knowledge and a guileless persona in government meetings and in war strategies. As another kid dealing with adult situations, I don’t see how Arya can do anything but admire her. I hope they meet and bond in the coming books. If Dany stops by Braavos on her way to the Wall, Arya can join them and befriend Missandei.

Arya/Mormont Women: Arya was pressured to conform to patriarchal standards by misogynistic women and girls who uphold the patriarchy, which resulted in her developing a negative self-image. Had she been fostered on Bear Island with the Mormont ladies, she would have been able to be who she is and develop a healthier self-image. We see how the Mormont women handle themselves confident in who they are as women and capable of wielding administrative, political, and military power. They could be great role models and friends for Arya in the coming books. The women who survive are actively involved in the Norther political plots, which Arya is at the center of -- though she doesn’t know it yet. I can see them supporting her and being a great influence on how she gains confidence in her own femininity.

Basically, Arya developing positive female relationships is a must. I already appreciate that GRRM has given her girlfriends in Braavos, but it definitely needs to continue beyond her training montage in that city.

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worriedvision · 2 years

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Xiao fic where reader keeps offering him almond tofu, despite him scolding them for seeming to make time to do this every evening

Alrighty, may as well do this as I wait for the possible call in to work! Gender neutral reader, might do a part 2 or just leave it the way it is. A little angsty but I wouldn't exactly call it angst

You were peculiar to Xiao.

Usually, most (every) people would get the hint after the first "stay away". But you? You persisted with your offerings. It was quite small offerings, almond tofu being the most regular of the bunch. Occasionally, some flowers that he seemed to take a neutral stance on. He got more abrupt with you, sometimes even just... Staring menacingly at you when you turned around, only to disappear as if he wasn't actually there.

You had work to do, but you would always go along to give Xiao an offering. At first, it was simply a small thank you gift, but after seeing the man behind the name, you found yourself enamoured with his looks.

So, you would turn down the nights out with your friends in favour of giving Xiao something nice every night. It was getting to the point your friends got more obvious with their teasing, saying they had never seen him before. Thinking you may have just been the only person who could see him, you stop talking about him in favour of not getting teased, only for them to realise you were turning down their hangouts because of Xiao.

It actually caused some personal problems, where your friends told you to snap out of it. At that point, however, you had fallen too deep to just stop.

"Mortal beings tend to require friendship." You hear Xiao start, waiting for you as if to stop you once and for all. "So why is it that you seem to be sacrificing your friendship for me?" He crosses his arms disapprovingly.

"I just wanted to show you I am thankful for-"

"Doing my job?" Xiao cuts you off. "Don't. It's incredibly patronising, especially coming from a mortal who hasn't even seen a ruin guard."

Xiao disappears again, seemingly fed up with you, your almond tofu offering to him still untouched. Sighing inwardly, you realise that yes, it was probably rather insulting to get a thank you gift from someone as weak as yourself every evening.

He had met you the one time you didn't bring your weapon with you, and from that he assumed you were completely weak. While you weren't exactly a killing machine, you could defend yourself.

Walking back towards the kitchen, your untouched offering in hand, you see Verr Goldet do a double take.

"Would you like this?" You ask. "It'd be a shame for it to go to waste."

"Oh, thank you." She takes the plate from you. Before she can ask you about the convenience of you walking from where Xiao usually stayed, you walk away, no other words exchanged.

Walking to the spot your friends would have been, a small area that hadn't seen any activity in the way of monsters, your heart sinks.

None of your friends seem to be in sight, which was reassuring, but a ruin guard had wandered there. If it got any closer to Liyue harbor, it would have caused serious problems.

Sword in hand, you decide to take it down, knowing your friends would soon arrive and be at the recieving end of a ruin guards attacks if you didn't jump into action. The ruin guard was surprisingly weak, not being able to survive a few hits from you as you slashed at its legs while dodging it's occasional swings.

"_! There you are." Your friends rush up from the direction you had just came from. "We wanted to join you at your usual place, but we got worried when you weren't there."

You laugh off your nerves, the ruin guard collapsing just behind you as you think of a good reply.

"Ah, I figured I'm as well moving on." You start. "Turns out Xiao was just a figment of my imagination." You sigh, a terribly executed laugh to accompany your lie.

"Aw, that's a shame!" A friend begins. "I wanted to meet your boyfriend!"

"Hey, I never said-"

"Relax." They stop you from defending yourself. "Im only teasing. But I was curious what your type is." Your friend ends, all of your friends nodding their head to acknowledge that yes, they all wanted to know.

"So, was he tall? Chiselled abs? How long was his hair? Does he wear suits?" Your friends start to hurl questions at you.

"Nope!" You stop them, before you begin to describe xiao without making any of his stand out features known. "I guess I like short guys. Nothing fancy with the clothes, doesn't show off but you'd think he has muscles, short-ish hair." You continue, realising if you describe anything else you'd be giving them a description of Xiao.

"Really?" Another friend pipes up. "Because we have a guy in mind for you! We haven't actually talked to him, but he looks cute enough." Your friend explains. You decide to follow them, the feeling you're being watched lingering with every step.

#xiao x reader #xiao x gender neutral reader #xiao #genshin impact imagines #gender neutral reader #angsty

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Sagume Kishin:

Sagume Kishin is based on Ame-no-sagume, the goddess thought to be the mother of all amanojaku. Though, she's also a high-ranking figure among the Lunarians, being another of the Lunar Sages as Eirin was.

Oh, and she's a goddess specifically. Touhou Project usually uses the word "kami", which is gender-neutral, but the English word "goddess" is used for her.

She has the superpower to "reverse a situation with her words". It might be best explained this way: have you ever watched or read a work of fiction where someone says "what's the worst that could happen?" only for the absolute worst possible thing to happen? That's her ability. Her saying that something is the case will cause it to not be the case. It might be the natural extent of how amanojaku lie so much: she literally can't tell the truth because anything she says will soon become a lie. This ability is an incredibly powerful one, with no apparent weaknesses. She could hypothetically bend all of reality to her whim if she said the right things.

Sagume Kishin is the true mastermind behind the events of Touhou 14.5: Urban Legend in Limbo. She caused the Urban Legend incident and manipulated Sumireko into spreading it. She successfully "poisoned the tree at the roots", permanently altering Gensokyo into a land where anything can happen if people believe it will. She did this to allow the Lunarians to break into Gensokyo and take the place over.

This was not an act of greed, but instead one of desperation: the Lunarians had been forced out of their Lunar Capital by an invading army straight out of Hell itself, led by a long-time enemy of the Lunarians.

In the meantime, Sagume asked Doremy to create a copy of the Lunar Capital in the Dream World for everyone to hide in, while she stayed behind in the real Lunar Capital to keep watch. Indeed, Sagume was so reluctant to follow through on this invasion plan, that when the protagonist faced her, she announced that the Lunarian invasion was inevitable and any resistance against it was powerless, activating her ability and solving the crisis shortly after.

She was fought as Legacy of Lunatic Kingdom's 4th boss, where she tested the strength of the protagonist to see if they could defeat the Hell army. She explained the Lunarians' predicament, and pointed them towards the game's true main villain. While most bosses in the series at least have their clothes torn a tiny bit and a few bruises after their defeat, Sagume emerged completely unscathed by the boss fight. Apparently this was because the dialogue before the fight is very short, while the dialogue afterwards is very long, so you wouldn't be able to get a good look at her.

After the incident was resolved, Sagume made repeated visits to Gensokyo in secret, where she visited Eintei to talk with Eirin about stuff.

She made another major appearance at the end of The Grimoire of Usami. As it turns out, Yukari Yakumo set up a failsafe for Shinmyoumaru's little violent party. While Yukari did approve of it, as "you can't really have fun without the smell of death around", she also realized Reimu and her incident resolving friends couldn't keep the youkai at bay forever. So, she pulled a favor in from Eirin to contact Sagume and invite her over to the festival. Sagume didn't show up until the very end, after almost everyone had gone.

Sagume knew immediately why she was sent there, and announced to the audience and all participants that they could go wild as long as they liked! Sure enough, Shinmyoumaru entered the stage as the "final boss" immediately afterwards, at which point Reimu confronted her and showed her the error of her ways. Oh, and Seija Kijin was so excited by her great-great-great-grandma showing up that she promised that she would be in it for the long haul with Shinmyoumaru, since clearly the Inchling knew how to have a good time.

Still, who exactly was Sagume was unknown to the audience, who would probably snap if they knew a Lunarian could so easily enter Gensokyo, or that she was responsible for the near annihilation of Gensokyo. Sumireko in particular thought Sagume was another Chunnibyou teenager like herself, based on her outfit and mannerisms.

Speaking of, you'd think Yukari Yakumo would be mad at Sagume for almost laying waste to all of Gensokyo, since she founded it and all, but it seems Yukari is actually more impressed than anything. She thinks Sagume's superpower is an awfully convenient one, and thanks her for allowing Gensokyo to evolve in such a way.

Sagume's personality appears to be cold and aloof. Due to her abilities, she's usually borderline mute, being incredibly careful when and how she speaks. While it seems she was against the Lunarian invasion of Gensokyo enough to plan a backdoor out of it, she also appears to have the typical Lunarian feeling of superiority over the "impure Earthlings". Reisen Udongein Inaba still respects her enough to follow her orders without question, despite claiming to be an Earth rabbit now. Eirin and Kaguya also appear to be on good terms with Sagume, enough to scare people into thinking they plan on betraying Gensokyo to the Lunarians.

Either way, we've never actually seen a "normal" Lunarian up to this point, unlike, for example, how pretty much every kappa is a Nitori clone. They'll probably continue to be faceless bureaucrats well into the future.

In combat, Sagume doesn't do much on her own. She mostly summons these Yin-Yang orb enemies to shoot danmaku for her. Apparently they're Impurity Detection Drones. She only attacks directly in her last spellcard: "One-Winged White Heron" where she creates lots of yellow beams of light from her single wing.

Speaking of, the one wing on her back is meant to reveal she's actually only half-Lunarian. She's half heavenly god, half earthly god.

#touhou project #touhou #legacy of lunatic kingdom #sagume kishin

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