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miguelhugger2099 · 1 year ago

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Omg first off LOVE!!! your wiring literally *chef’s kiss* imagine Miguel x reader suggestive smut where they’ve been both super busy and haven’t had time for each other and tension has been building up to this point.

Worth the Wait

nonie im gonna sob. not only was i so excited to see you be my first ask, this is also my first ever written smut!! aaaa im so nervous so please have mercy !! i jumped on my laptop as soon as i saw this and its so late right now haha im a little tired but i didnt want you to wait at all !! im not sure if i wrote too much or too little lol regardless i really hope you enjoy and if not i'm more than happy to make something else and thank you sososo much for the compliment <3333 the ask wasnt specified if it was fem!reader or not so i made it gn!reader just in case <3 Miguel x GN!Reader, Smut, too embarrassed to proofread it, Word Count: 3,681

“Hey, Miguel, do you think you could stay late tonight? Boss wants you in the lab for testing.” A short woman popped her head in his room, her hair neatly tucked in a high bun. Miguel stopped his pacing in his office, his glasses lifted on his head using it as a headband to pull back his fringe. He placed the beakers in his hands down and took off his gloves while ruby eyes glanced at the clock on the wall. He was supposed to leave in a couple minutes.

Miguel’s eyebrows scrunched up, tsking under his breath and turning to look at the woman. “Can’t someone else be there? Peter can oversee it instead.” He pleaded, exasperated. She gave him a sympathetic look and sighed.

“Sorry, Miguel. He specifically asked for you.” Not wanting to be the bearer of bad news anymore, she slipped out the door and shut it behind her, leaving Miguel to groan and slump his shoulders. He stared up at the ceiling and closed his eyes, breathing in and out to calm his anger. It seemed like these days all he ever did was overtime at work. He fiddled with the golden band around his left ring finger, his other hand twirling it mindlessly for some comfort and also a silent apology to you.

His heart ached as he made his way to his desk, picking up his phone and dialing your number. He licked his lips while he brought the phone up to his ear. Miguel wasn’t prepared to hear your voice, happy and hopeful and only be met with disappointment.

“Miggy?” You answer happily. A small smile forms on Miguel’s face.

“H-hey, baby. You doing alright?” He asked, taking a seat on his swivel chair and leaning back to stare at the photo of you two on his desktop.

“Yeah! Yeah, I’m finishing up dinner. Are you on your way home?”

Miguel’s smile dropped a bit, realizing once more why he had called in the first place. “Um, about that, mi corazón. I have to–”

“You have to stay the night, don’t you?” You cut him off, disappointment evident in your voice. Miguel’s heart clenched at the sound.

“I…I do. Believe me, I don’t have a choice or I’d be there in a heartbeat.”

“It’s okay, really. I’m not mad or anything. This month has been hectic for both of us. I just… I just miss you is all.” You speak softly over the phone. He missed you more. He wanted to be there.

“Lo siento, bebé. You know how much I hate being away from you.” He apologized. “How about tomorrow, huh? I have off. We can go out and get a drink. Or maybe stay home? I know how much you love my cooking.” He offered, his heart beating faster at the thought of spending time with you again. That feeling sank when he heard you let out a quick puff of air in annoyance.

“I can’t. I’m working this weekend. Six days in a row,” You rolled your eyes just thinking about it. Your job always had a way of pushing your buttons. Miguel’s jaw clenched as he heard you. Miguel never really liked this recent event of work taking up his time from seeing you. He hated it even more when your job took you away from him. “God, I really thought we’d have tonight together at least.”

Miguel was quick to reassure you. “Hey, hey. Listen. We’ll have a day together. Eventually there’ll be a day for just us–all about us, I promise.”

When Miguel had arrived home, it could barely be even classified as night time with the way the sun had been peeking through the horizon. He dragged his body through the door, a cold home awaiting him. After kicking off his shoes, he dumped his coat and bag on the floor and made his way to the kitchen, eating the leftovers of the dinner you two were supposed to eat together before trudging back to bed. He saw you lying there on your side and he felt exhaustion drag him down.

Miguel slipped in under the covers beside you after striping himself of his clothes, leaving him in his underwear and slipped his arm around you. He pressed your body flushed against his, Miguel’s larger body enveloping yours protectively. His nose buried itself in your neck, his lips grazing your shoulder. His hand rubbed your stomach and then slid up to rub up and down your waist. Sneakily, he ran his hand under your shirt while his lips left small kisses on your neck and shoulder. You stirred awake as you felt the sudden touch of someone else.

Miguel felt you move so he pulled you tighter to him, keeping you caged in that position. “Mig…?” You called out sleepily. You felt something poke you from behind and groaned. Miguel continued to kiss your neck, his teeth coming out to gently nip at the skin making you shiver. He simply hummed his response.

“‘M home.” He murmured. He slowly turned you on your back, towering over you slightly with your leg between his. Miguel’s arm rested by your head while his attacks became more intimate. You leaned your head back, allowing him more access and his other hand on your hip squeezed you in appreciation. You bent your leg up on the bed slightly, your knee caressing his growing bulge in his boxers. Miguel let out a low groan, his hips grinding on you for some friction.

Your hands finally reached up to his hair, curling your fingers around his soft wavy brown locks. Miguel took this as an opportunity to capture your lips with his, muting the soft moans you were letting out. His own knee spread your legs apart, rubbing in between them to add to your pleasure. You felt a jolt of pleasure run down your spine, bucking your hips up instinctively. Miguel sighed against you, his hand on that had been gripping your hip, moved down to the hem of your pajama pants. He teasingly pulled it down, letting it snap back to your body and making you whine. You felt him grin through your kiss. Cheeky bastard.

Before he could ease his hand down your pants, your alarm had blared through the room, shocking the both of you and separating yourselves off each other. Miguel scowled while you clambered up to grab your phone. “The hell was that?” He grunted, displeased with being interrupted. You fumbled with turning it off, placing a hand on your chest to calm your fast beating heart.

“My alarm. I have a morning shift.” You moaned, tossing your phone back on the counter and standing up from the bed. Miguel blinked twice before getting up with you. He reached out his hand to grab yours in an attempt to stop you.

“Woah, woah, hey–what’s the rush?” He asked, turning you around and cupping your cheek. “We can at least have these couple minutes, can’t we?” His voice dropped an octave, leaning down to press a kiss on your cheek. Miguel tried to kiss downwards but you stopped him, albeit unwillingly.

“Amor, you know damn well how Nueva York’s traffic is in the morning. I’m not gonna be late and get my ass in trouble ‘cause you can’t keep it in your pants.” You slipped from his arms with a playful roll of your eyes and walked to the kitchen. Miguel scoffed, slightly offended, his eyes watching you walk away and looking down at your ass.

“Don’t act like you weren’t enjoying it.” He grumbled, looking down at the tent in his boxers wondering what to do with it now.

For the next week, it had been nothing but just pure torture. With the month making you and Miguel work away from each other, this week was stretching that limit. When Miguel worked in the morning, you’d work at night and vice versa. Each time without fail, you managed to slip in a few teasing touches. Waking up Miguel by sitting on his lap and peppering kisses on his cheeks with his hands grinding your hips down on his hardening cock. Miguel cupping your ass and giving it a squeeze when you came home from work while he was on his way out. Both of you were on the brink of breaking by this point. These small acts were supposed to tame the fire within you, not burn it brighter.

Eventually, it was finally your day off after a long weekend. A break from customer service and passing out as soon as you got home. Miguel had work today but he texted earlier that he’d get off on the hour he was supposed to this time around. You felt bad. He’d been working so hard and today had been no different. He took a shift earlier than usual so he could come home earlier without anyone being there to suddenly ask for him to stay. Lord knows he’s pushing those forty hours into overtime.

From the bedroom, you heard the door open, keys jingling as it was turned to unlock it. You got up from the bed and peered out the door, seeing Miguel kicking off his shoes and coat while tossing his bag carelessly on the living room chair. “Welcome home.” You greeted him. He dragged his feet closer to you with his head down, the top buttons on his white button up were popped open, exposing a glimpse of his collarbone. Miguel immediately wraps his arms around you, pulling you in for a comforting hug. You followed suit, hugging him back since you sensed he probably had a rough day. He hummed in response, settling for resting his chin on your head. You stayed like that for a while just holding one another until you felt his hand run under your shirt to feel your soft skin against his calloused hands. They continued up and up your spine until your shirt was lifting up with him. “Miguel.”

“What?” He grumbled. One hand slid down under your pants, getting a quick feel of your ass and pulling your pelvis to him. You gasped and tightened your hold around him, feeling the warmth of arousal ignite in your stomach. “I need to have you. I can’t wait any longer.” His soft touching became more possessive, roughly grabbing your ass and tugging on your shirt and pants.

“Miguel.” You repeated his name, this time in a whimper. Your own hands slipped down his collared shirt and lightly scratched your nails on his large back which made him shiver. He pulled back and you saw his eyes hazed with desire, pupils blown wide.

“Please…” He whispered, his lips brushing up against yours. Your hands fell to his buttoned shirt as you looked up at him. Your heart raced in your chest–the sheer want of having you all to himself finally after weeks was too good to pass up. You nodded and the pleading look on Miguel’s face dropped as he immediately bent down to kiss you. You let out a squeak of surprise between his lips right before giving into his needs and kissing him back.

He tugged your pants down to your ankles before lifting you out of the puddle of clothes and bringing you to the bed. Once you were laid on top, you watched Miguel fumble with his belt. His large hands quickly unhooked the metal making it chime and the soft zipping sound of the leather sliding out his belt loops. He practically ripped himself free from his clothes, not even unbuttoning his shirt and just lifted it up and off his torso. You saw his girthy length, standing tall and proud with a slight red color tinged at his tip while the rest of him was a slighter darker color than his skin. His tip was already oozing with precum. A sight you had always welcomed. It became clear to you that Miguel had been thinking about this for a while–maybe all day. Miguel crawled on top of you, helping you out of your shirt and underwear and kissing you again while his hands roamed your body.

“I’ve waited so long. Did you miss me like how I missed you, cariño?” He sighed between your lips. Your hands clutched his shoulders, one leg hooking around his waist.

“Always.” You whimpered back.

“On your knees. Now.” He growled. You felt your heart skip a beat, another heartbeat going straight to your core. Stumbling, you got off your back and got on your hands and knees like Miguel wanted. This position has always made you flustered. It was both embarrassing and exhilarating not seeing what Miguel could do to you, or even get to put your hands on him–solely relying on feeling.

Perfect timing, his hands met your ass, grabbing them and massaging them. “So perfect,” He murmured. His finger grazed your aching hole where you were the most sensitive, purposefully teasing the nerves on your body. He took pleasure in the way you writhed beneath him, succumbing to his hand. His thick cock rubbed up against you, smearing his leaking fluid on you for even better access. Then ever so slowly, gliding in his fat weeping tip inside and penetrating your walls.

You both moaned in unison. The feeling of being stuffed was like finally feeling that last puzzle piece snap in place. “Uff, fuck–I’ve missed you,” He groaned, his breath shaking as he leaned over your body. His one hand held the headboard in front of him while his other hand held the plushness of your hip tightly. Miguel’s body was shaking as he entered you slowly, stretching you out after a long time of not seeing each other like this. You whimpered, falling from your hands onto your elbows as you shook with him. “Ease up, cariño, así es.” He praised, leaning back to watch his cock disappear inside you. His pride swelled at how easily he seemed to slide in you even after so long, his mouth curling into a sly smirk.

“Mi–guel…” You choked out a moan. You whined and gripped the pillow underneath your head tightly in your fists. You had forgotten just how huge Miguel was, his covered bulge was nothing compared to the real thing. Panting, you heard your heartbeat in your ears, turning your head to rest your cheek on the pillow.

Miguel’s hand left the headboard by this point, choosing instead to rest on your back, running down the curve of your spine to press your head down. You whimpered and clenched around him which made him let out a string of curses under his breath. You felt him push himself to the hilt, his balls gently smacking against the curve of your ass. He groaned, his hand on your head gripped your hair to still himself from pounding you immediately. The two of you stood there, breathing heavily while you felt each other. You could feel him throbbing inside you, twitching ever so softly. Miguel bit his lip to hinder himself from cumming on the spot with your walls convulsing around him, weakly attempting to suck him in deeper.

You wiggled your hips, bucking them back against Miguel with a pathetic whine. “M-move…plea–” You got cut off when Miguel slipped out of you, and then he slammed back inside making you scream and shake. He then began a steady pace, enough for movement but not as quick as you wanted. Still, you mewled and clutched at the sheets while his cock was ravaging your guts. The hand on your hip wrapped around your lower stomach, his bicep flexing as he held your weight up to fuck your from behind.

“Too long. It’s been too fucking long since I’ve fucked this needy hole properly.” Miguel sighed, huffing with each thrust of his hips. Your eyes rolled back and your jaw slacked open. Skin slapping echoed in the room along with the wet smack of sweat between your bodies. It was a symphony of lust and desire. An aching instinct to be reunited like this. You pleaded for more–a little quicker, a little harder– and Miguel who loved you so much didn’t want to deny either of you this ecstasy. He then used both hands to grab onto your hips and started to drag your body back and forth on his dick, drilling himself in you like a toy. Miguel used up all his frustrations of not being able to see you all this time, his eyes drinking in your writhing form while he bucked into you abandonly.

“Yes! Yes! Fuck–Miguel…!” You squealed, involuntarily squeezing him which made me grunt and buck his hips faster. You babbled nonsense while your core bubbled up the feeling of an orgasm. You screwed your eyes shut as you allowed Miguel to hump against you. He leaned over you again, pressing kisses on your back, murmuring things you could barely hear over the sound of your own moans.

Suddenly, Miguel had pulled out again leaving you feeling empty and light headed while the feeling of an impending orgasm disappeared. He let go of you, your hips bouncing on the bed without the support of his strength holding you up. You opened up your eyes, glazed with pleasure and shakily tried to look behind you. Before you could, Miguel took your body and flipped you on your back. It all happened quickly before you could even register what was happening. He took your legs and tugged your body closer to him like a ragdoll. He spread them wide then pressed them up against your chest. You lolled your head up and you saw his fringe had fallen to his forehead, sticking to it with his sweat. His chest was heaving up and down, the glow of the moonlight highlighting the carvings of his muscles perfectly–it made your breath hitch.

Miguel then loomed over you, nuzzling his head into your neck again. You leaned your head to the side making him gain more access to you. His teeth bit your soft flesh, his lips suckling your skin to leave tiny bruises along the side. “Ah–” You squirmed and gasped when you felt Miguel slide back into you again. You quickly wrapped your arms around him, your hand running through his already messy hair. You pressed his head closer, your eyes opening up hazily to stare at the ceiling while Miguel starts his pace again.

“So tight, just f’me, hm? You have no idea how much–” He moaned in between speaking, the lust clouding his mind. “H-how much I needed you. I should’ve just brought you to work, bend you over my desk and fuck you however long I want,” He shuddered at the thought, his hips stuttering while you whimpered and arched your back off the bed. “Oh, you like that?” He grinned, his voice oozing with arrogance. You nodded, your eyes shutting closed again and desperately lifting your hips to match his thrusting.

“Next time, bebé, next time. I promise. You’re doing so, so, good. You feel so good.” He slurred softly, his hips snapped harder, his cock twitching and swelling inside you.

“Mig–Mig–I can’t,” You moaned, your screams getting louder the harder Miguel went. “Oh, god, Miguel!” Miguel kissed you, swallowing all your moans while he slipped his tongue in your mouth. Your eyes rolled back and your legs wrapped around his waist the moment he let go of your thighs. His hands traveled around your body, feeling the shape of your silhouette back into his memory. He grabbed at anything he could hold onto before curling around your ass for a small squeeze.

He pulled away from the kiss, breaths mingling for a moment until Miguel rested his forehead on your shoulder. Your hands raked down his back and you dug your nails into his giant back, leaving streaks of red in their wake from scratching him. He moaned from it–the pain only adding to his pleasure-fueled mind. Miguel peppered kisses on your shoulder, making his way down to your chest.

“Miguel, I’m so close–so, so close…” You whimpered.

“I know, ángel, me… me too. Solo enfocate en mí, hm? Just let me have you.” He pleaded, his rough moans turning into whimpering as he neared his end. You responded with a weak ‘uh-huh’ then clinging onto Miguel for support.

He murmured in a jumble of Spanish and English, his breath hot on your neck while you screamed and pleaded for more, how good it felt, anything to get both of you going. Miguel lifted your lower half up, relentlessly pounding into you while he cursed lowly, burying his head in your shoulder again. You felt the bubble in your abdomen about to snap.

“Miguel, I–!” You tried warning him but instead the waves of your orgasm flooded your body, cumming on Miguel and making a mess between your legs. You twitched around him, milking his cock for all it’s worth. Your legs shook until you went limp, fucked out of your mind. Miguel whined, speeding up to catch his own release.

“Fuck–!” He moaned, feeling his cock pump out his creamy fat load inside you, painting your walls white. Miguel’s entire body tensed up, stilling up against you while he slowly came down from the high. His strokes gradually slowed down, pumping the final ropes of cum, while he softened inside you, huffing and puffing with you. He shakily but carefully pulled out of you after a few moments. You whimpered when he completely left you with a soft wet shlick.

Miguel fell beside you, exhausted and spent. Still, he reached for you, bringing your shivering body in his arms. You curled yourself in his chest weakly, feeling his hand play with your hair. He kissed your forehead, basking in each other's afterglow. He brought the covers up over you two for some extra warmth.

“I’ll…get us cleaned up in the morning…” He huffed with a tired smile. You grunted in response, too numb to speak but satisfied nonetheless.

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cupidjyu · 2 years ago

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win over your heart (goal!)

sunwoo x reader (this is for the anon who requested jealous sunwoo and bff eric! thank youuuu~)

summary: getting partnered up with your best friend eric and your childhood enemy sunwoo for a school project isn’t always ideal.

genre: friends to lovers, childhood enemies to lovers lol, school au (high school, college, not rlly specified), soccer player sunwoo and eric!, eric is your best friend and the real mvp here actually, fluff, jealousy, confession, getting together, first kiss, reader likes photography, flirting but also shyness notes: yumi is in a weird era where she suddenly writes these long ass fics for literal no reason 😭 my true writing potential (not rlly, i could write 20k if i rlly wanted to) word count: 7k

There were many rules when it came to soccer. You never quite understood all of them. The only thing that you were absolutely sure of, was that the goal is always the main objective. So really, every time you watched soccer games, your eyes couldn’t help but wander to the area next to the two white nets, wondering which team will score next.

“Y/n! Hey.” Eric popped up from the bleachers, dressed in his usual soccer uniform. He leaned his forearms against the cool metal, looking up at you with a quirky smile. “You didn’t forget what you have to do, did you?”

You immediately shook out of your little daydream, looking down to face him. “Oh, yeah. I definitely remembered.”

Eric raised an eyebrow.

You huffed. “I remembered… just now.”

“Focus.” He rolled his eyes. Then, he gave you a cheesy thumbs-up and a wink. “Make sure I look top-tier and better than everyone else.”

“I’ll make sure I do the opposite,” You deadpanned. As he walked away, you picked up the heavy camera that hung around your neck. Photography has always been your sort of… escape. Being able to look through the lens in a completely new perspective and even capturing precious moments easily caused you to get lost in your own world.

Usually, you took pictures of scenery or pretty flowers. But sometimes, there would be a certain someone who wanted you to take high-quality pictures of him so that he could use them to impress someone that he was crushing on.

You sighed, bringing the camera up to your face, to zoom in. You moved your view around until you found the familiar back of Eric’s head.

“Found you, dummy,” You whispered to yourself, turning the lens so that you could focus on his face. You followed him around, taking pictures whenever he would subconsciously pose in the sunlight or when a bright smile would appear on his face whenever he successfully passed the ball.

After the first game of practice was finished, you tracked your best friend as he walked towards someone. You squinted your eyes, watching as he began to talk to him, punching his shoulder and everything. Eventually, your curiosity got the better of you and so with a held breath, you shifted your focus onto the man next to him.

“It’s you,” You wondered to yourself, pulling back briefly. “Sunwoo.”

Sunwoo was your enemy. Well, not anymore. Elementary school enemies. It was funny, really. You two had always bickered when you were little children, sticking tongues out and messing up each other’s coloring papers.

“I’m gonna tell on you!” You would always threaten whenever he stole your little zebra eraser.

“Nuh-uh!”

There never was a day where you didn’t fight with him. Up until elementary school ended and he had moved away.

You brought the camera back up, trying to find Eric again but he was long gone. You sighed, as you went back to search for him, but again, your camera landed back on Sunwoo. Swallowing nervously, you watched as he began to play in his own style. Even the way he ran was alluring. He was a lot more serious than Eric, but his eyes were always adorably bright and his hair always bounced like a puppy’s.

You forgot to mention that when Sunwoo had come back to school all grown up, he had really grown up. Taller, broader, his jawline suddenly appearing? It was hard to admit but he became… attractive rather than the cute, scrawny boy from before.

You were enamored, the thought of taking pictures of Eric completely abandoning your mind. You knew that Sunwoo was a very skilled soccer player, which was why he was always moving. Stretching his legs, rolling his neck, blah, blah.

“If you would just stay still…” You mumbled, only managing to take horribly blurry pictures. And suddenly, he paused. “Aha,” You breathed out with excitement. “Stay there.”

But just as you were about to click the button, he was looking up at you, with a confused pout. And then it turned into a growing smirk.

You inhaled sharply, pulling the camera away from your face, your cheeks burning.

“Oh my god,” You panicked and shut your eyes in hopes that this was all a dream. When you peeked one eye open, he was still staring up at you. You simply wanted to crawl into a hole.

And you could have just stood up and left. But poor, poor you. Oblivious you. You decided to wave. Wave at him.

Sunwoo widened his eyes slightly. And then he waved back, giving you a small smile. Even from so far away, you could see the twinkle in his eye.

—

Practice had finally ended which meant that you could finally escape the heat of sitting on the bleachers. You bounded down the stairs to meet up with Eric.

“Tell me! He eagerly jogged up to you with an excited smile. “Did you get any good pictures? Ones that will make people fall in love with me?”

You winced. “I think I did?”

“Great! Let me see–” He reached forward to grab your camera. Normally, you would let him, but this was different. You couldn’t risk him seeing all the pictures that you had taken of Sunwoo.

“No!” You blurted out. “I have to edit them. Some of them aren’t–”

“Eric?” Sunwoo walked up to the two of you, a knowing smile on his lips. Even while sweaty, he still glowed under the setting sun. It was quite unfair actually.

You gulped. “What?”

He raised an eyebrow, motioning to your camera. “Are they all pictures of Eric?”

You bit your lip, glancing down at the floor. “Of course. Why wouldn’t they be?”

Sunwoo only smiled wider. “Could’ve sworn you were focusing on someone else.”

“You’re imagining things, Sunwoo.” You glared.

Eric gasped. “You were taking pictures of someone else? Who?”

You shook your head, whining and holding the camera desperately out of reach. “I did not! Leave me alone.”

Eric laughed louder. “Never. Not as long as you’re with me.” He surged forward, pulling you into a tight hug as he pressed a loud kiss to the top of your head.

“Eric,” You giggled shoving him away. Except, he only prevailed, holding you closer. Physical touch has always been your guys’ thing. Neither of you complained. That was just what best friends do.

“You will accept my kisses.” He glowered.

“Fine, fin—“ Your eyes met Sunwoo’s. He was staring at the two of you with an incomprehensible expression. Your eyes traveled down and you could see how oddly stiff his shoulders were.

You cleared your throat nervously and pushed Eric off, making him grumble sulkily.

“Can you go ahead without me?” You turned to your best friend. “I have to ask Sunwoo something.”

“Sunwoo? Why would you— ow.” He winced when you pinched him on the shoulder. With a pout, he walked away.

Eric was aware that you knew Sunwoo from way before. You both were best friends after all, meeting just a few years ago. No secrets were to be kept. Well… except for the fact that you think Sunwoo is cute. But that’s different.

You turned to Sunwoo with an embarrassed frown. “If you could just forget that all happened, I would greatly appreciate it.”

“That you were secretly taking pictures of me?” Sunwoo tilted his head innocently.

Immediately, a blush rose to your cheeks. “I was not.”

“Show me then.” He glanced at the camera around your neck. You hesitated but with a sigh you turned it on. Sunwoo approached you and you could even hear his breathing. You let out a shaky exhale, willing your heartbeat to calm down.

You clicked through the pictures, praying that they would all be of Eric. But to no avail, the very next picture was of Sunwoo, kicking the ball.

He hummed, looking at you with a mischievous smile.

“That looks like me.”

You stuttered, at a loss for words. He only continued to stare back, his eyes gleaming.

“Fine!” You blurted out. “It is you. But please.” You squeezed your eyes shut, hanging your head low. “This is embarrassing,” You mumbled quietly.

“Why?” You could practically hear his smirk. Then, a finger was under your chin, pulling you up to face him. You gasped quietly, trying to look anywhere but at him. He only leaned closer. “I think it’s cute,” He whispered. “After all these years, I have a secret admirer. And it’s you.”

“I am not!” You sputtered, blushing profusely. “Last time I remember, you stole my favorite crayon.”

“You’re still on that?” He pouted.

“Yes, in fact. I very much am,” You stubbornly huffed.

He pulled away finally but he was still smiling. “You do know I was doing all that to get your attention right?”

You froze. “What?”

“We were never enemies. At least I thought we weren’t,” He mumbled as he quickly turned away. If you stepped forward any further you could see that his ears turned red.

“Sunwoo?”

He only walked faster.

—

“What are the chances that we all get paired up together?” Eric happily plopped down on the desk in front of where you and Sunwoo were sitting together.

“Great,” Sunwoo huffed. “It was supposed to be me and Y/n. You just happened to show up late.”

“Aw,” Eric cooed playfully. “Don’t be so jealous.”

“I’m not,” He mumbled. Surprised, you turned to him, only to see his flushed cheeks as he avoided your gaze.

You giggled to yourself as you picked up the paper you were assigned.

“Exploring each other’s hobbies. A way to expand a person’s interests and grow a connection to the other.” You read with a bored voice. “Each person will teach the other their hobby and— This feels like the school talent show all over again.”

Sunwoo laughed. “Remember when I tripped you during your cute little dance routine?”

“Yes,” You groaned. “I was literally about to cry by the way.”

Eric watched your interaction with a growing smile. It was his time to play cupid.

“Did I hear that right?” He spoke up with a grin.

“Hm?”

“Cute. Cute?” He turned to Sunwoo. “Are you flirting with my best friend right now?”

Sunwoo immediately sputtered. “No. I was not. I actually thought it was stupid and dumb.”

You gazed at him with a small smile. “You thought my silly dance was cute?”

He grumbled, flopping down to hide his face in his arms. “I— I didn’t. Not at all.”

Suddenly, the teacher came around and she poked Sunwoo in the shoulder.

“No sleeping in class, young man. And you two should start working.”

You sighed, turning back to the paper.

“As I was saying before someone brought back bad memories.” You glared at Sunwoo who’s cheeks were still tinted red. “We’re supposed to try each other’s hobbies and write a few sentences on what we think about it.”

“Easy,” Eric replied. “What hobbies are we doing?”

“Photography.” You smiled giddily.

“Soccer,” Sunwoo said.

“But I already know how to play,” Eric whined. “Oh, but Y/n doesn’t.” He gasped. “You’re going to be a great soccer player,” He joked as he took your hand in his. He intertwined your fingers with his with an excited smile.

You laughed, turning to Sunwoo only to see that he was staring directly at your connected hands, a small frown on his face.

“Enough of this,” He muttered grumpily, reaching forward to grab both yours and Eric’s wrists, pulling them apart. His warm hand lingered on yours for a second, making you inhale sharply.

“What about you?” You choked out, turning away to hide your blush. “Eric.”

“Me?” He said. He gave a sly smile. “It’s a surprise.”

—

“You walk awfully fast.”

You heard a voice call out from behind you. Classes had ended which meant the usual routine of you heading home.

Turning around, you were met with the sight of Sunwoo running towards you, bag slung over his shoulder. His hair was slightly wavy, reminding you of a poodle.

“Sunwoo,” You breathed out. “What are you doing here?”

He gave you a quirked-up smile.

“Am I not allowed to walk you home?”

You laughed. “It’s a short walk, I’m okay.”

He shook his head, beginning to walk side-by-side with you. It was a comfortable silence with him occasionally taking soft glances at you.

“So,” He spoke up. “You and Eric.” You looked at him, noticing a nervous expression flit across his face.

“What about him?”

He frowned. “How long have you known him for?”

“Mmm…” You thought for a second. “About three years.”

A relieved look replaced his anxious one. “So you’ve known me longer.”

“Well…” You eyed him skeptically. “We were young kids and you did disappear for a good while. And came back really tall all of a sudden.” You nudged his shoulder with a smile. “Didn’t think you would be one of the taller ones.”

“Hey." He scowled. “What do you take me for? Of course I would be tall.” He puffed his chest out, making you laugh dearly.

But then, his expression softened as he looked at you with a sort of longing in his eyes.

“But, I’m sorry,” He whispered. “For disappearing like that. I didn’t want to move away but—“

“It’s okay,” You reassured him. “I mean, for what it’s worth…” You trailed off when you realized just how intently he was gazing at you. But still, you kept up the eye contact no matter how warm your cheeks felt. “I did miss you. When you were gone.”

Sunwoo’s eyebrows rose as he stared at you almost like he was in disbelief. But then, it contorted into a teasing look.

“You missed me?” His laugh was deep. “Tell me, are you in love with me or something?”

Heat rose to your cheeks rapidly. “I was trying to be genuine and nice!” You huffed. “Fine, I'll take it back. I didn’t miss you at all.”

“Don’t be like that,” He teased further.

You grumbled, stubbornly turning away.

“Look at me.” He tapped your shoulder. When you did, you noticed that his coy smile was gone, now replaced with a shy, timid one. “And for what it’s worth,” He mumbled, copying your previous words. “I missed you too.”

“See!” You exclaimed, trying to hide the smile that threatened to widen on your lips. “Was that so hard to say?”

“Definitely. Took all of my courage actually,” He joked, giving you a charming tilt of his lips.

You snorted. Something glinted in the corner of your eye and your smile fell briefly.

“Is that…” You pointed at the keychain that hung on his bag. It was a small plastic cat, dirty and chipped, almost like he had gotten it years ago.

He widened his eyes, his hand shooting out to cover it from your sight.

“It’s nothing.”

Your mouth dropped.

“Take it.” You had shoved a cat keychain in his hand. “Since you’re moving away and all… you should have this.”

Young Sunwoo had frowned at you. “I don’t want it. It’s ugly.”

But he still took it from you anyway.

You had assumed he was going to throw it out or give it away but here it was, hanging on his bag.

“Oh my god, Sunwoo,” You whispered in utter shock. “You kept it for so long?”

He shut his eyes, wincing from mortification. “It— it was too hideous to throw out.”

“Sure.” You smirked. “Then tell me, Sunwoo. Are you in love with me or something?”

And for some odd reason, he never answered the question.

–

“Photography is all about capturing the moment in it’s best,” You explained. “As long as you do so, then it doesn’t matter if your camera is absolute shit.” You snickered, glancing at Eric with his camera that was basically holding on for dear life. It was battered and dusty as he had claimed that he found it in his attic.

Eric pouted. “I tried to find a better one,” He cried.

Sunwoo laughed to himself. He didn’t have a camera, so he was borrowing yours. Something about the way he gently handled it put a funny feeling in your heart that you couldn’t quite comprehend.

The three of you had agreed to meet at a park, where it was likely to find subjects to take pictures of. Pretty flowers and the like.

“Using a camera is self-explanatory, but it’s the focusing that people need to work on,” You said. “But, I like to think that it comes naturally, as long as they choose something beautiful in their eyes to take a picture of.”

The two of them stared at you blankly, like obedient puppies who wanted a treat. You groaned, frustrated.

“So go,” You urged them. “Capture what’s beautiful to you.”

“Oh right!” Eric shot up, running over to a bed of flowers. You followed him and you helped him focus on a specific pink one.

“You’re supposed to– twist it so that it–”

“I got it!” Eric looked at you determined. “You may be my best friend but you’re a pretty bad teacher.”

You whined, pulling away. “That’s harsh coming from someone who has a camera that’s literally unable to focus at all.”

“Oh.” His mouth dropped open. “Is that why it doesn’t work?”

You snorted. “No. Your camera isn’t even turned on.”

“Shut up.” He scowled.

You laughed, turning around. That was when you saw Sunwoo, standing from a distance. He had the camera brought up to his face. Underneath, you could see a small smile on his lips.

But the thing is, he was pointing the camera straight at you.

Your past words rang through your ears. You felt your breath be completely taken away at the realization. Sunwoo seemed to be unfazed as he only zoomed closer on you.

Clearing your throat, you walked up to him.

“Me?” Your hand came up to the camera, pushing it down so that his kind eyes met yours.

He nodded, stepping closer so that he was only inches away from your face. You could feel your heart beat all throughout your limbs as your breath was caught in your throat. His hand came up to the side of your face and you felt something being tucked behind your ear.

You furrowed your eyebrows and touched it. It was a small, white flower.

“Sunwoo?” You breathed out, your voice shaky.

“You said to capture what’s beautiful to me,” He answered. You couldn’t even bring yourself to reply as he stepped backward, brought the camera up to his eye, and took a picture of you. You were sure you looked like a deer in headlights. A deer with a flower tucked behind its ear.

“You…” Your mouth went dry as you looked down at your shoes like they were the most interesting thing. “I don’t know what to say.”

Sunwoo smiled. He took the camera off his neck and handed it to you.

“Just know that I think you’re the most beautiful,” He whispered. He walked away as soon as he noticed Eric coming towards you.

Your mouth gaped open yet no sound came out. You turned the camera on and looked through the pictures. There were no photos of flowers or butterflies. They were all of you either talking to Eric or walking toward Sunwoo. And the last photo was what made your legs go weak. The one with the flower behind your ear.

“Woah, you look so nice in that picture!” Eric stated, peering from behind you.

You had forgotten to mention that what the photographer captures, is what they truly see in their eyes.

(Photography seems fun. Though it isn’t something I would pursue, I did learn to take pictures of lovely things. Or people. There’s one person in particular. - Sunwoo)

“Soccer isn’t just about kicking the ball.” Eric walked across the field, his chin held up high like their coach always did. “It’s about– uh…”

You tilted your head in confusion.

“Nevermind, it really is just about kicking the ball,” He muttered, his cheeks flushing. Sunwoo snorted, taking the ball from him.

“We’re just going to kick the ball at the goal over there.” He pointed out.

You nodded. “See? Eric, Sunwoo’s a much better teacher already.” Without thinking, you grabbed Sunwoo’s arm, pulling him closer. You didn’t notice him begin to blush profusely.

“No, no.” Eric shook his head. “I’ll teach you how to kick the ball properly.”

You sighed. “Fine. Prove yourself.”

“I will!” Eric stuck his tongue out at you. You let go of Sunwoo so that Eric could walk behind you. He rested his hands on your shoulders, tilting your body slightly. “When you kick the ball, you don’t use the tip of your shoe. You use the–”

The both of you were interrupted by Sunwoo clearing his throat. He was practically glaring daggers at Eric, his eyebrow raised.

“Let me teach.”

Your breath hitched and you turned to Eric. He seemed to be completely unbothered though. Instead, there was a knowing smile on his lips as he looked at Sunwoo, wiggling his eyebrows.

“Okay,” He jested. “Go ahead.”

He easily backed off, bewildering you. You stared after him about to say something but he cut you off again.

“Your boyfriend is a really jealous person,” He remarked, cackling as he walked off to kick the ball around for himself.

You squeaked. “He’s not–”

You inhaled sharply when you noticed that Sunwoo was already standing behind you.

“Pay attention,” He whispered, his voice sending shivers down your spine.

“Oh,” You breathed out shakily. “Okay.”

You could hear him huff out a subtle laugh as he brought the soccer ball closer to your foot. Did the weather change? You wondered why it was starting to feel so warm.

It got much, much hotter when you registered the feeling of a large hand resting on your waist. He gently shifted you so that you were at an angle. You took in a deep breath.

“At an angle,” He explained. “Use the inner side of your foot to kick the ball.”

You looked up at him. He was gazing back at you, his eyes soft on yours. With a shaky exhale, you turned back to face the goal. And then you kicked the ball. You watched as it traveled barely a short distance before stopping right behind the goal line.

“I hate this,” You cried.

Sunwoo laughed, his deep voice alluring. “You did alright.”

“Better than that one time you fell flat on your face in kindergarten,” You snapped.

He pouted. “You remember that?”

You snickered. “Of course I do. That was the first time we met.”

“Yes, and you–”

“Don’t finish that sentence.”

Eric appeared out of nowhere, balancing the soccer ball on top of his shoe. “You what?” He watched the both of you intently.

You blushed, and shoved Sunwoo away after realizing just how close he was to you. “Nothing! I did nothing.”

“Are you okay?” You called out after realizing a boy had fallen on his face.

“I’m fine,” He had sniffled.

“Here, let me help you.” You beamed. You sat beside him for the next few minutes, putting bandages on his scratched knees.

“Thank you,” He whispered.

Yeah, definitely childhood enemies.

Sunwoo smirked as he looked at you. “You’re still the same to this day, you know,” He replied.

“How so?”

“You like to take care of me.”

“I don’t,” You grumbled.

“Oh, so what was that water bottle doing right next to my locker when I said that I was thirsty?” He grinned.

You slapped a hand over his mouth urgently. “How did you know it was me?”

“On the piece of paper next to it. You still have similar handwriting from what I remember.” He winked.

(Sunwoo is a great teacher. But also a little excessive. Waist grabbing to teach how to kick? Someone’s awfully whipped. - Eric)

–

“Tell me I look good,” Eric pleaded. He began to practically hyperventilate, severely worrying you.

You set your hands on each of his shoulders.

“You look great. Very handsome.”

Eric whined. “Do you really mean it?”

“Mhm,” You nodded with a smile. “Now go. This is your first date, you can’t mess it up.”

He nodded, determined.

“Okay. I’ll text you after, okay?”

You smiled and waved goodbye. As he was walking out of the school grounds, he turned back around.

“I look good right?” He hollered again, cupping his hands around his mouth.

“You look hot!” You yelled back, waving and jumping up and down, causing Eric to double in laughter.

Once he was out of sight, you turned around, only to see Sunwoo sitting at a bench reading a book. You raised your eyebrows and went to take a seat next to him.

“You hate reading,” You finally said after a few moments of silence.

“Oh do I?” He looked up at you.

“Yes. Unless you’re a changed man?”

“Definitely,” He dully remarked, turning back to his book. You studied him oddly. Something about his tone threw you off. It lacked emotion, almost like he was upset.

“…Sunwoo?” You leaned closer so that he would look at you.

“What?” He glanced at you briefly before gulping and turning back to his book. You could tell he wasn't reading a single word.

“Are you okay?”

“Yeah. I’m fine,” He replied. Yet there wasn't even a hint of a smile on his face.

“Are you sure? You can tell me.”

He shut the book harshly before turning to you.

“I mean, if you’re going to call him handsome and…” He paused. “Hot. You might as well date him.”

You furrowed your eyebrows. “What? Eric?”

“Yes, Eric,” He huffed grumpily.

You stared in utter disbelief. This was… different. He was looking back at you intently while being adorably frustrated. There was a crease between his eyebrows and a cute pout on his lips. Slowly, your frown began to grow into an endearing smile.

“Sunwoo,” You giggled. You took the book away, placing it down. Your hand wrapped around his, pulling it into his lap.

“What’re you doing?” He asked gruffly. You could hear the shakiness in his voice.

“Sunwoo,” You whispered. “Are you… jealous?”

“What? I’m not—“ He wrenched his hand away, his cheeks red. “I’m just annoyed that you call him handsome and all,” He grumbled, rolling his eyes. “You don’t do that for me.”

Your smile only widened as you looked at him knowingly. His shoulders squared and he cleared his throat awkwardly. Now his ears have turned red.

“I’m not jealous,” He insisted, frowning endearingly.

“If you’re so sure about it then I guess I won’t call you handsome then…” You sighed, biting back a smile as you stood up from the bench. Suddenly, a hand caught onto your wrist.

“Wait. Are you really?” He looked up at you with round eyes.

You shrugged. “It’s a pity since you’re so certain that you’re not jealous.”

“No!” He blurted out. When he realized his volume he blushed even more. “No. I— I guess I was a bit jealous…”

“And?” You laughed, sitting back down.

“And… can you call me handsome now?” He hung his head low.

You laughed even louder. “Yes.” You cupped his face in your hands. “You are so handsome.”

You could see him visibly struggle to conceal his smile.

“So handsome. So handsome I will faint,” You exaggerated.

“Ah…” He mumbled, grabbing hold of your hands and trying to escape your hold. “That one time was enough.”

You ignored him. “But you’re so handsome!”

“Okay,” He whined, blushing intensely. “I— I get it.”

–

“You never told us what your hobby is.” You frowned, sitting next to your best friend after practice had ended.

“Oh, right,” Eric replied. And then a smile grew on his face, slightly scaring you. “I’ll tell you first and then I’ll tell Sunwoo once he’s done.”

“Okay, what is it? You’re being awfully suspicious.”

He motioned you so that you would lean closer. He cupped his hands around your ear and whispered, “Dressing up.”

“Huh?” You pulled away in bewilderment, staring at him like he was the craziest man in the world. “Dressing up? Since when did you like to–”

“Shh,” He panicked, slapping a hand over your mouth. “Call it a guilty pleasure of mine.” He grinned.

You cringed. “Okay. So, what do you want us to do then?”

“Dress up?” He replied like it was the easiest thing ever. “Wear your fancy clothes or whatever. And then meet there.” He pointed at one of the goalposts. “Seven in the evening. Don’t be late.”

You groaned. “I don’t want to dress up though.”

“Trust me,” He pleaded. “It’ll be worth it.”

You sighed. “Fine, but only because we’re best friends.”

“Great!” He excitedly stood up. “See you there!”

“Mhm, all dressed up.” You rolled your eyes.

–

Just like he had requested, you stood under one of the soccer goalposts. The sky was orange, and the sun setting beautifully. And yes, you had attempted to dress up. You did your hair and everything, even wearing your nicer clothes. But, you didn’t enjoy standing there. All alone.

Maybe you were early, but there was no one else standing beside you. Sometimes you despised Eric for being so mysterious. You bit your lip nervously, pulling out your phone. You dialed Eric’s number and he picked up a few moments later.

“Eric? Where are you?”

“Oh, Y/n.” He laughed nervously. “About that… I uh– caught a cold.” He forced a cough out that was oddly suspicious. “So I can’t show up.”

“What?” You panicked. “So I did all this for nothing?”

“Don’t forget Sunwoo,” He sang. Before you could even reply, he had already hung up, leaving you stranded. You groaned, frustrated as you put your phone away.

You were just about to grab your things and go back home but that was when you caught a figure in the background. A very familiar figure.

“Sunwoo?” You tilted your head.

He came into view. He definitely didn’t get the memo of dressing up but he somehow still looked good. He had a hand behind his back, hiding something.

“Did you–”

“Oh wow,” He breathed out, stepping forward as he looked you over. He gave you a soft smile. “You look really… nice.”

Already, you could feel your legs transform into jelly.

“Thank you,” You whispered. “But did you also dress up?”

Sunwoo looked at you with confusion. “Dress… up?” He pulled his hand away, only to reveal a bouquet of flowers. It was beautiful, filled with colorful tulips and carnations. You gulped at the sight, gazing at him with shock.

“Sunwoo…” You uttered. “What is this?”

He pouted with puzzlement. “Did you not get flowers?”

You frowned. “...No. Eric told me that the thing was to dress up.”

“Huh.” He was deep in thought. “He told me that it was to make bouquets.”

“What?” And then it dawned on you. “Don’t tell me–”

He laughed, clutching the flowers to his chest. “This is a set-up.”

You snorted. “What’s the point of this? It looks almost like a love confession.”

He grew silent at that.

“Don’t tell me he noticed...” You heard him mutter to himself quietly.

You stepped closer. “Notice what?”

“Nothing.” He turned away.

“No, tell me.”

He sighed. “Well, I did make this for you,” He grumbled as he placed the flowers in your hand. You smiled as you observed how well it was made. The ribbon was tied neatly and the flowers were arranged beautifully.

“Thank you, Sunwoo.” Your eyes sparkled.

He blushed, turning away.

“And what do you mean by you making this for me specifically?” You widened your eyes.

“I found out that flowers have meanings so–” He pointed at the pink and red flowers. “The carnations and tulips both mean… love and affection.”

“Oh,” You dumbly replied. You laughed trying to ignore the pounding of your heart. “Are you in love with me or something?”

You had expected him to roll his eyes or deny it. But instead, he stayed quiet and looked at you with utmost sincerity, as if to silently tell you that,

Yes, I am.

You blinked, the flowers falling to your side.

“Sunwoo?”

“You have to listen to me first,” He said quietly. “I didn’t expect this to happen today but I guess Eric had other plans.”

You looked up at him softly. “For what to happen?”

“For me to tell you that…” He searched your eyes helplessly. “That I like you.”

You felt your whole world shift, almost making you drop the bouquet. “Wh–what?”

“I like you. A lot. And I have since all those years that we bickered as young kids. The reason why I teased you or stole your things was because I wanted you to pay attention to me. And I still tease you to this day because I like your cute reaction,” He rambled. “And I–”

“Don’t be nervous,” You whispered.

He sighed. “But you make me nervous.”

Your breath hitched, your grip on the bouquet tightening.

“You make me so nervous that I become a fool,” He said. “I’m supposed to be calm and collected but when I’m with you, I… I get jealous and anxious. And I feel like I look stupid all the time.”

You shook your head. “That’s not—“

“And,” He groaned, blushing even more than before. He reached into his pocket and pulled out something small that sat in the palm of his hand. “I still have this stupid crayon. Because I’m always thinking of you.”

You gaped at it, then looked back up at him. He no longer had the constant smug or teasing look, instead, it was replaced with an unsureness that made your eyes soften.

“Sunwoo.”

“I know,” He mumbled, looking away briefly. “This is sudden and I understand if you don’t like me back. I just needed to tell you at some point. It’s been years.”

“Years?” You whispered. You stepped closer after gently putting the flowers down. You placed a hand on the side of his face and you were pleasantly surprised to see him nuzzle into your touch. Oh, he was going to be the death of you. “After all this time?”

He nodded nervously.

And then you laughed. You just couldn’t help it. He frowned cutely at you, humming in confusion.

“What’s so funny?” He asked.

“No I—“ Your eyes crinkled with a smile. “I just can’t believe it. I thought we were enemies this whole time.”

He whined, “God no, I really liked you. I still do.”

“For me, back then…”

His eyes brightened. “You liked me back too?”

You winced. “Okay, not really.” You eyed him sheepishly. “I did actually despise you in elementary school.”

Sunwoo laughed lightheartedly.

“But that doesn’t mean I don’t like you right now.”

“Well I would hope that you don’t hate m— what?” He swallowed thickly, studying your features with a mixture of disbelief and undying hope. “You like me?”

You nodded, your smile widening. “Why’re you so surprised?”

“Because I’m a complete loser.” He furrowed his eyebrows.

“Who said I don’t like this complete loser?” You teased, caressing his cheek with your thumb. “And besides, you’re not really. You’re cute and sweet.”

He choked.

“I like this side of you,” You continued.

“Which one?” He asked shyly.

“The one where you always look out for me.” You searched his eyes tenderly. “The one who always blocks me from getting hit by a soccer ball and the one who always checks up on me when I’m tired. That side of you.”

“Of course,” He answered softly, turning to press a small kiss to the palm of your hand, causing you to stutter over a breath. “It’s only natural.”

You grinned.

“Then it’s only natural that I do this then.” Before he could get a single word out, you leaned in and pressed a kiss to his cheek. You lingered there for a moment, trying to process your own mess of feelings, before pulling away with reddening cheeks.

His eyes were wide and his pupils were dilated as he gazed at you with so much admiration that you couldn’t help but shy away, pulling your hand with you.

And then he spoke again, a teasing lilt in his voice.

“You deserve a yellow card for that.”

You pouted. Soccer terms were the death of you. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

“It means,” He chuckled. “It was foul play.”

You bit back a smile, looking at him shyly. “How so?”

You gasped when you felt two hands on your waist, pulling you in close and right up to his chest. His eyes had never once left yours after the kiss on his cheek. He only continued to gaze at you lovingly.

“You were supposed to kiss me on the lips.” He smiled softly.

“Oh.” You rolled your eyes. “Well I’m sorry, Mr. Referee that I—“

“Blah, blah.” He smirked. “Make it up to me then.”

“As a matter of fact,” You huffed, with fake annoyance. “I will.” Your hand came up to the back of his neck and you pulled him right against his lips, making him manage out a mmph noise. Butterflies immediately filled your stomach to its very brim when his hold on your waist tightened and he began to tilt his head to deepen the kiss.

Soon enough, he began to smile into it, even breathing out a husky laugh that only turned the butterflies in your stomach into literal cartwheels. When he pulled away eventually, he still lingered on your lips, pressing small pecks on them which made you giggle.

You could see clearly that he was in a daze with the way his eyes were blanked out and his cheeks were flushed adorably.

“I think I just scored the best goal in my life.”

You erupted with laughter at that, pulling him into a hug as you hid your face in the crook of his shoulder.

“When you like someone you become so cheesy,” You laughed. “It’s hilarious.”

“Specifically because I like you.” He pulled away, searching your face with fondness. “I can’t help it.”

He took your hand in his, bringing it up to his chest, right where his heartbeat was. You widened your eyes, but you also weren’t that surprised to find that his heart was pounding rapidly.

“See?” He frowned.

You giggled. “That’s so cute. You’re so cute.”

He struggled to contain a shy grin.

“You should have this back.” He placed the crayon in your hand. It was your favorite color and it sort of looked foolish in your hand, but you wouldn’t have it any other way. “Sorry for stealing it in the first place…”

You stared at it, feeling all the fond memories rush through your brain. You did contemplate keeping it, but instead, you threw it behind you, letting it land somewhere among the grass of the soccer field.

“What was that for?” He groaned.

“I only like you.” You giggled. “You’re my favorite now,” You joked. "A great kisser too."

You had expected Sunwoo to retort with a comeback or tease you like he usually did. But instead, he blushed. Maybe you broke him after that kiss.

“You can't just casually say that,” He said with a pout and a bothered huff. “That’s your second yellow card. Which technically means a red card.”

“And what’s that?” You smiled slyly.

“Penalty. So come kiss me again please.”

You rolled your eyes. Taking hold of his collar, you pulled him into another kiss in which he happily obliged with an adorable hum.

Walking back home together, it seemed that Sunwoo couldn't keep his lips off you.

"For the project, what grade do you think we'll ge- mm?" You were interrupted by his lips on yours once again. You stared at him, bewildered. "At least let me talk, Sunwoo."

He pressed another kiss to your lips. And then two more on each of your cheeks. And then one on your nose. You squeezed your eyes shut with mortification.

"No can do," He replied, smirking slightly. "You look too pretty for me not to kiss you. Like you do everyday."

You clutched the bouquet close to your heart. Oh, he was going to be the death of you.

(eric when i find u im going to kill u -Y/n)

(ahhh ur so scaryyyyyyy -Eric)

Grade: 95% (-5 points for bad grammar.)

–

“Eric!” You yelled, running toward him with one fist already raised. Your other hand was… preoccupied. With holding Sunwoo’s hand as he trailed after you like a lost puppy.

Eric snickered at the sight, even pulling out his phone to take a picture of you practically dragging your boyfriend along.

“Hey, at least give me the credit for getting you together!” He shouted back as you approached him. “I had to set it up. You both were getting frustrating.”

“We didn’t need your help.” You glared.

Eric raised an eyebrow and glanced at Sunwoo. “I don’t know. I could tell he was too shy to say anything, hence why I–” He pointed at himself proudly. “–had to come in. You should’ve seen how focused he was when making that bouquet. He is in love.”

“Are you?” You grinned, facing Sunwoo. His ears had tinted red, funnily enough.

He shrugged, trying to act completely normal. “Maybe, maybe not.” Yet he refused to look you in the eye.

You turned back to Eric, only to see him smiling knowingly. You laughed, already knowing what he was going to say. It seems that best friends share the same thoughts.

“He is so in love,” Eric whispered, cupping his hand around his mouth.

“Shut up,” Sunwoo grumbled. Yet he continued to gaze at you with heart eyes.

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HI YES HELLO HI HI HIHI HIHIHIHIHI. HI. SORRY, I'M TRYING TO PROCESS. YOUR. SY ASSISTANT AU. Hey. Hi. I'm in love with it. I'm in love with your au. I keep thinking of the hijinks that Shen Yuan gets into with the other peak lords. I'm sorry, but I'm going to ramble about it - if anything, it's all your fault for making such a brilliant AU. Shoot me down if I'm wrong about any headcanons I'm making about it, but teeheeheeehehehehehee. Okay, so first, thinking about Xian Shu peak. Because Shen Yuan is so irrevocably fruity that, when other guys could be being creepy over the girls upon the peak, Shen Yuan is just trying to stay upright and not pass out because of the ✨gay thoughts✨ that stop him from sleeping. The girls could even find him sweet in the way you see a dishevelled rat and go "awww!", whereas Qi Qingqi just occasionally nudges him with her foot to make sure he isn't dead. Next, next, Liu Mingyuan. The chaotic shipper herself. She sees Shen Yuan glancing at Liu Qingge occasionally and just cracks her knuckles like, "oh, this is is going to make a great book series" and, in typical fashion, starts writing everything. She, at one point, writes Shen Qingqiu as a love rival, which is something that Shang Qinghua holds over poor Shen Yuan's head forever. Liu Mingyuan is the kind of gal that has locked Shen Yuan and Liu Qingge in close quarters together just so she can make new writing about it later. Liu Qingge, who sees this pathetic blob of a man sometimes dragging himself around the different peaks (usually in spirit but, on a couple of very strange occasions, literally), has no idea where Shen Yuan came from. So, after asking his sister, he decides to ask the man himself - in what he thinks is a very normal fashion. Shen Yuan, however, sees Liu Qingge (terrifying Peak Lord of Bai Zhan) storming towards him and promptly cornering him, and just passes out. Hands down. After this, he is utterly baffled. When Mu Qingfang asks (read: scolds) about it during what can be described as a supply drop, Liu Qingge is treated to a lecture that is basically "Shen Yuan is like a little mouse whose heart will give out at any moment because he doesn't take care of himself." Liu Qingge listens and hears "Shen Qingqiu bad." It's not like he's actually trying to steal Shen Yuan in any sense of the word, he just likes the little mouse not looking ready to pass out (he would definitely force a cup of tea into the man before he lets him leave, because he's helping right? Toootally.) I did say I would ramble...I did say I would- (Sorry, I just love love love it)

thank u so much for liking it!! im actually really blown away that this many people like the au it was very simple when i thought abt it <3

& unfortunately (& i probably should have specified earlier my bad lol) shen yuan has a lot of fraught relationships with the other cang qiong cultivators! most won't say it to his face but plenty think he's putting on an act or scheming with sqq and because of how close he and sqq work he can't escape sqq's reputation in the sect. a lot of the disciples from xian shu peak actively despise him for working under sqq, while qi qingqi herself is suspicious but mostly ambivalent. liu mingyan is reserved because she eventually sees lqg and sy get along fine, and she would have a lot of fun with his stupid humor. lqg is ALSO mostly ambivalent to him bc of sqq but they grow closer together due to proximity. his whole confusion on sqq and sy's relationship would have to be a completely new post lawl

that being said shen yuan is actually fairly close to mu qingfang in a coworkers way in that mqf actively worries after his health but he's mostly unwilling to interfere in sy and sqq's relationship due to fear of retaliation. all in all i find it really fun to take the popular views on shen yuan and his relationships and make them more complicated SORRYY my bad i just think its really interesting ^^ it's not to say that he won't ever have friends its just that i think cang qiong mountain has a whole host of problems they should address and im having fun with it HAHA

#i might draw some more sketches along the way just bc i know that theres plenty that isnt very fleshed out #and i want to see how it wld look #sy attendant au #zhuzhi lang though... he would like shen yuan. they would be friends #i look at the cqm sect and see soooo many problems guys the house is on fire you should probably do something about that #mu qingfang does eventually help out shen yuan more but at first he tries to stay impartial. and fails #thank youuuu again #asks

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hodari-pavels-good-boy · 8 months ago

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Pairing: Hodari Pavel x Reader Word Count: 5.6k Chapter: 2/? Rating: E

Tags: Angst, Angst with a happy ending, miscommunication, fluff, eventual smut

A/N: This is a multi chapter Hodari x y/n story! Gender is not specified so everyone can enjoy it (though I did originally start writing it with the intention of it being a male reader lol). Tags will be updated as the fic goes. Cross-posted Here on Ao3. Fic below the cut! Enjoy :)

Hodari POV

The sun beats heavily off the stones, heat rising from the ground and into his boots as Hodari makes his way down the well-traveled path that connects the bay to the village. Raising his hand to his brow to shield his eyes from the brutal light, he debates going to the inn first before ultimately deciding to finish his work as quickly as possible to get it done and over with.

His first stop is, as always, to the town's resident blacksmith. “Hodari!” she calls from inside, raising her hand in greeting when she sees him approach. She lays her hammer down and wipes the sweat from her face as he enters the forge with her order of iron in tow. “It’s a scorcher out here today isn’t it?” she laughs as she takes the metal from him and he hums his assent. He watches as she takes it to her backroom and out of the way before turning back to him. “Oh! I’m not going to be needing my order tomorrow, so don’t worry about making the trip into town for me.”

He nods in acknowledgement, ‘saves me a trip tomorrow then’ he thinks before Sifuu starts speaking again. “That human that's decided to stick around, y/n, brought me some extra this morning and I won’t be able to fit anymore back there between their drop off and your delivery today. I’m all full up!” She laughs, reaching for her hammer to continue working.

“It’s no problem then. Frees up a mornin’ for me. Maybe I’ll sleep in for once.” and they both share a chuckle at how unlikely they both know that to be before Hodari says his good-byes.

Just as he’s about to head out Sifuu calls from behind her anvil, “You still coming to the inn this weekend? We are all planning on grabbing some lunch and taking a much needed break. It’s supposed to be even hotter, but that ain’t nothing a little ale and some good company can’t beat!” She laughs. “You can bring your girl to the tailor’s. Word down the vine is Jel’s been working on something for her as a little surprise since the last time she came into town to visit him and Tish, it’ll be good for the two of you to get out and socialize a bit. The mine’s can stay empty for half a day.” She says the last half just a little more serious and Hodari wonders how long she’s been holding it in as she’s not exactly known for her subtlety.

Hodari thinks about it seriously for a moment before nodding his head. She’s right, it’ll be good for Najuma to get away from the shop and have some actual social interaction every once in a while. “I’ll be there, don’t worry. It’ll be good catchin’ up while we all complain about how old we’re gettin’.” he chuckles before finally taking his leave to the sound of Sifuu’s booming laughter behind him.

His next stop is the Daiya’s farm to drop off a bit of iron Badruu had requested from him for some ‘repairs I can’t put off any more.’ Heading over the bridge and down the path a ways, he waves as the farmer comes into sight.

“Well howdy!” Badruu greets him as he walks up to the gate. “Got something for little ol’ me there?” He asks as he removes his hat to fan himself with it.

“Hot out here today, huh?” he comments, taking the metal Hodari hands over to him.

“That seems to be the general consensus.” Hodari agrees. “Crops are lookin’ good. See ya got some new ones sewn out the back there. Zeki finally lower his prices?” the miner huffs.

“Oh no,” the farmer rolls his eyes, “sky high as ever. But y/n brought some late last week as a thank you for the jam Delaila sent them home with. Awfully nice of ‘em don’t you think? They seem to be settling in here quite well. Have you had a chance to really talk with them yet?”

Hodari just hums but shakes his head, he hasn’t spoken to you at all since that night in the mines. You never stop to talk while he’s in town so he’s a little surprised at this new information. “Nah. ‘m not one for chattin’ much anyways. See 'em comin’ and goin’ from the mines at all kinds of unholy hours though. Sometimes they're still down there when I get there the next mornin’” ‘At least they’re making an effort to fit in’ he thinks as he remembers your little conversation about feeling out of place before he decides to change the topic. “How is Delaila doin’ anyways? Haven’t seen her or your boys recently, we’ve all been so busy.”

The famer laughs, “Tell me about it.” Before launching into what his family has been up to. He’s a family man at heart and Hodari has always respected that about him, it’s no secret the man gave up his dream path to settle down here to create what he has now. While he always knew he was going to be a miner, he understands the hard choices and sometimes sacrifices one makes for their loved ones. Looking at the farmer beam as he talks about how proud he is of his boys though, Hodari finds it hard to believe the man would have it any other way if given another chance. It makes his chest ache a bit as his friend talks about how he plans to surprise his wife with a nice date he’s been setting money aside for. She’ll love it he's sure, Delaila’s a hardworking woman and a spitfire in her own right, always keeping them on their toes. She deserves something nice.

After a few more minutes of catching up, the two men say their good-byes as they head off to continue their respective work, Hodari is sure to pass on that he’ll be at the inn this weekend so they can catch up a bit later before he starts heading back into the village. With no more orders to make, he heads straight for the inn for some lunch and to get out of the heat. He almost crashes into Auni as the kid rushes past, giant backpack too big for his small frame bouncing behind him, eager to get to his daily game of cards with Hassian behind the building. “Sorry Mr. Pavel!” he calls over his shoulder, not slowing down in the slightest and Hodari huffs out an amused breath. Najuma always seems to be in a rush too, no time to slow down for these kids.

Entering the inn has Hodari internally sighing as he gets out of the searing heat. Reth is behind the kitchen counter, already prepping his usual. He gives the kid a nod in greeting before walking over to greet Ashura who seems to be engrossed by something behind his own counter. As he gets closer, he can see the slice of pie the innkeeper is holding.

“Got yourself somethin’ sweet there?” Hodari asks as he watches the larger man go to take a bite. Ashura turns around laughing to greet the man as he sets the plate down.

“Can’t say no to a good slice of pie.” the older man rumbled. “Y/n baked it and dropped a fresh slice in for me and Reth. They really seem to be finding their place here after all these months. Can’t say I’m too upset with all the baked goods they’ve been dropping off in various attempts at cooking, especially recently. They’ve been catching on to how things work around here pretty quick.”

“So I've heard. Both Sifuu and Badruu were singing their praise when I stopped by. I’m-” Hodari stops when he hears Reth set his food out on the counter. He grabs his food and both men go take a seat, conversation about the new local human set aside.

Hodari starts eating his lunch and after awhile of enjoying one another's company in silence, Ashura asks how Najuma is doing. He sighs as he sets his fork down, leaning back in his chair. “I don’t know. She seems madder’n not these days and I don’t know what to do.” Ashura nods sympathetically as he talks. “It’s been harder to talk to her lately and you know I ain't exactly a beacon of open conversation myself. Just tryin’ to figure it out as I go along, I guess.”

Ashura shares in his worries over lunch and offers some advice from one father to another about angry teengers and the frustrations of parenting in general. By the time he’s leaving to head home, he feels a little lighter. He stayed longer than usual to avoid the sun's brutal attack at the peak of the day but as he faces the long trek home, he realizes that just means another long night in the mines and he has to bite back a groan. At least he doest have to make the trip out here for Sifuu tomorrow.

As he walks through town, he plays the conversations he’s had today over in his mind. So many things have changed since he first moved here, young and leaving behind his family to start his own. He passes the Daiya’s eldest son and raises his hand in greeting, ‘That kid has grown up so fast.’ he thinks. ‘They all have.’ When he moved out here with Leta all those years ago, he never quite pictured this would be his life now and wonders how she would feel about all the changes that have happened, especially recently with humans appearing out of thin air. Probably handle it a whole lot better than him, he’s never been one for change if he can help it. He wonders how she’d feel about the human that’s stuck around, everyone else seems to enjoy your company. She’d probably tell him to be nice and welcome you like everyone else has and he smiles at the thought of her standing there arms crossed calling him a grump and telling him to get over himself. A bit of a reminder that even as the world changes, some things would absolutely stay the same.

Soon enough, his wandering thoughts have led him to the gate that connects to the bay. The sun still shines bright and he figures he should probably make sure his daughter is staying cool and drinking water. He makes his way towards the pond, getting ready to call her over but stops when he realizes she isn’t there. A look up the hill shows that she’s not in the workshop either. Taking a sigh, he turns and heads towards the house. ‘She better not be in those damn mines again’ he thinks as he's pushing open the door to grab what he’ll need to go after her.

As soon as he opens the door though, he spots his daughter sitting on the couch with a whole blueberry pie in hand, getting ready to dig into it.

“Najuma, just what in the hell are you doing?” He asks, fumbling in his thoughts. He was sure she was causing trouble and trying to put him in an early grave with worry. Now he’s just confused where she got a pie. He knows he didn't pick one up and she hasn't shown any interest in baking, much less ventured all the way into town to get any of what she’d need for it.

Najuma freezes, caught red handed as she holds the forkfull of pie halfway to her mouth. “I wasn't gonna eat it all at once!” She immediately tries to defend herself.

“No. I-” He stops, collecting his thoughts, “One, where’d you get that? And two, why did you not put it on a plate?” He says grabbing the pie from her and walking into the kitchen to cut it. She follows behind him, eager for the treat before she gets back to work and she answers him as he reaches into the cupboard for a plate.

“Oh y/n brought it by! They said that I’ve been working so hard I deserve a snack!” She smiles as she takes the plate from him and sits down at the table this time, already taking a bite.

He shakes his head, leaning against the counter as he watches how she devours the slice of pie in front of him and feels a little pang as he realizes how much bigger she's gotten. Despite her small size, she's growing up so fast and he wishes he could freeze time for just a little bit. She’s already in her teens now and his back aches more at the thought. Soon she’ll be all grown up. For now, they're just a bit of a mess as they try to figure it out. He finds himself wishing again that Leta were here to help him and resigns himself to the fact it’s just going to be one of those days full of wanting and nostalgia. ‘Want in one hand’ and all that..

Pushing off from the counter he walks over and ruffles his daughter's hair, giving her a quick kiss on the top of her fiery head as he goes. “Daaaad.” She complains as he walks towards the door, chuckling. He reminds her only the one piece before dinner so she doesn't spoil her appetite before he’s out the door and heading towards the mines. During his walk he thinks about Najuma telling him you had been the one to bring the pie by. He’s confused why you would be coming all the way out here to talk to his daughter when he hardly sees you himself, much less have any sort of regular conversation with you. It makes a flare of protectiveness rise in his gut, he’s not sure he wants Najuma around a stranger. He decides he should think it over a bit more before deciding anything right now, you seem nice enough and while your only real conversation had been a bit awkward, no harm was done. Wanting to clear his mind of it for now, he heads into the mines, determined to make up for the bit of lost time today.

The next morning while making breakfast, he realizes he forgot to stop by the general store yesterday before coming home. ‘So much for not headin’ into town.’ he thinks bitterly as he sets the food between him and his daughter, letting her know he forgot some things yesterday and asking if she needed anything while he was there. He writes down what she needs and lets her know he won’t be staying in town today. After they finish breakfast he heads right out, itching to get there and get home.

Wasting no time, he heads straight to Zeki’s as soon as he enters the village. He grabs the things he needs for the house and Najuma before he heads over to the register, greeting the owner of the shop. After a bit of small talk, Hodari decides he should ask the other man what he thinks about the human.

“Ain’t too close to them, to be honest but they seem decent enough.” he shrugs. “Rest of the town seems to like them, even Eshe seems to be warming up to them, albeit begrudgingly” he laughs. Hodari nods along as he is given the information to process. “You know me though,” the other continues, “I don’t make it a habit of trustin’ people, especially people I don’t know. It’s a crazy world out there. Their gold spends as good as anyone else’s though!” he finishes with a wink and Hodari just shakes his head as he pays for his goods. They say their good-byes and Hodari promises to pass along a hello to Najuma for him before he takes his leave.

As he’s walking out of the store he spots you leaving the inn and waving a good-bye to the cook from the doorway. He watches for a moment as you smile and greet the youngest Daiya boy and Elouisa on your way back to your home plot. He wonders briefly what it looks like now since he’s last seen it the first day you appeared here. As you round the corner and out of his sight, he starts on his own way home.

He takes the opportunity on the walk back to mull over the things Zeki told him while the conversation is still fresh in his mind. He thinks the grimilkin may be right, you’re basically a stranger and he doesn't know you very well. You seem nice enough, and clearly your presence is enjoyed and welcomed by many in the village, but he's gotta keep his family in mind and Najuma’s wellbeing takes precedence. It doesn’t help that he’s still uncomfortable with the idea that a human has been around his daughter alone and presumably in his house and he’s been none the wiser to it. Friendly or not, the two of you haven’t even spoken since the night he stayed late in the mines so it would probably be best if he put a stop to whatever is going on, at least while he’s not around. Just for now. It wouldn’t hurt Najuma to socialize more, but he’s not sure this is how he wants that to happen.

After getting home he puts away the items and goes to hunt Najuma down in the workshop, letting her know the things she wanted were waiting for her on the kitchen table whenever she needed them.

“It’s gonna be a late night for me t’night. Don’t wait for me for dinner, there’s leftovers in the icebox for ya. Don’t forget to eat, ya hear me?” He calls from outside the shop. Once he hears a quiet muttering of ‘yeah yeah’ in acknowledgement he turns and starts his walk to the mines. He figures tonight is as good a night as any to talk to you when you make your way down. ‘Doesn’t need to be a big deal’, he reasons with himself, ‘place a few boundaries. No harm no foul.’

Without Hodari realizing it, hours have passed since he’s been down here and he picks up his things to head closer to the entrance of the mines to wait for you. A brief look outside tells him that the sun has long since finished its march across the sky, Luna and Ignis have risen, and he can hear the crickets begin their nightly songs. As he watches the lantern bugs flit about amongst the grass and trees he starts to worry you won’t actually show tonight and he’s stayed out this late for no reason. But like clockwork, the tell tale sound of the crunching gravel beneath shoes moves towards the mine entrance and he knows it can’t possibly be anyone else but you coming down here so late.

You wave to him, offering a quick ‘hello!’ as soon as you see him standing at the entrance. He raises his hand in greeting back, taking a deep breath. You’re already smiling in front of him and he finds himself inexplicably worried he might hurt your feelings. You don’t look like you mean any harm but he can’t trust you, not yet.

“Another late night? You’re not usually down here still at this time, shouldn’t you be home having dinner with Najuma?” You ask, curious. He watches as you pull your pack off to get your own supplies out.

“Yeah about that. Got something I wanna talk t’ya about.” He begins. You hum in acknowledgement of the statement while you continue to sort through your pack.

“Yeah? What’s up?” You ask and Hodari finds himself fumbling a bit at the relaxed ease in your tone, talking to him as though you were friends or at the very least friendly acquaintances and not practically strangers.

“It’s about Najuma. I-”

“Is she okay?” you cut him off, sounding concerned and he feels a flare of annoyance. It’s not your job to be concerned.

“Well if ya let me finish,” he starts again a bit more gruff, “She’s fine. What I want to talk about is how much you’ve been hangin’ around her. I know ya don’t mean any harm, but I don’t see much of a reason for you to be headin’ all the way out here just to talk to her. Especially when I’m not around, it just don’t sit right with me.” He watches as the words sink in, and your face changes from concerned to confused, and finally to hurt.

“I-” you begin but he holds out his hand to stop you.

“It’s nothing personal. But we- I don’t know you and if anything happened to her… well it doesn't bear thinkin’ about. I just can’t take that chance, ya understand?” He waits until you nod in agreement before continuing, “Good. Glad we’re on the same page then.” He reaches down and grabs his pick off the ground before resting his hand on your shoulder. “Okay then, you have a good rest of your night.”

He hears a quiet ‘you too’ as he starts to walk away, a lighter step in his gait. That went surprisingly well all things considered. He faltered at the thought of the hurt in your eyes but you’ll get over it, it's for the best to leave things as they are for now. As he walks away he doesn’t notice the sounds of mining dont carry up the hills as they normally do.

A few days have passed and the weekend draws near. At breakfast Najuma is quietly picking at her food and Hodari lets her know they'll both be going into town tomorrow. Instead of the incoming complaints he was expecting she seemed to perk up at the news.

“Do you think we’ll see y/n in town?” she rushes out, her eyes wide as she looks at him. It takes him aback at her intensity.

“I.. don’t know.” he answers slowly. “Why?”

She sits back in her chair a little dejected. “I haven’t seen them around lately. It’s been a few days and..” her voice drops down to almost a whisper. “..I miss them.” She looks back up at him, “Have you seen them around?”

“No, I haven't.” He answers honestly, but carefully. He doesn’t plan on telling her he spoke to you about not coming around if he’s not here too. But truth be told, he hasn’t seen you at all. Not in town this week or down by the mines.

Najuma resumes poking at her breakfast and Hodari has to bite back the comment of not playing with her food, recognizing that if he says anything now it would most likely spawn another argument and he’d much rather have a tension free day when he can help it. Not looking up from her plate she mumbles “What if they left too? Like all the other humans? What if they didn't say goodbye?” his daughter looks almost on the verge of tears at the thought and his chest tightens. He hadn't realized she felt so attached to the human already.

He thinks for a moment wondering if that may have happened but no, you couldn’t have moved on. He had just heard both Sifuu and Reth talking about how helpful you’ve been just yesterday while he was in town. He tells Najuma as such and it seems like some of the weight has been lifted from her tiny shoulders. “I hope so.. Y/n is the only one who talks to me like an actual person! They even started to bring me iron from the mine for my projects after they found out you won't let me in there!” She huffs a tad indignant at the self reminder that he won’t let her in the mines with him.

Hodari feels a bit of guilt listening to Najuma talk about missing you. He hadn’t realized that his daughter had apparently grown so fond of you so quickly. Taking an appeasing route, “Maybe they’re just busy. Remember y/n had to start everythin’ from scratch and that takes time.” Najuma just hums, unsatisfied in the answer. “When did you two start becomin’ close anyway Juma? I didn’t even know they were visiting until a few days ago.” He says finally taking a bite of his own food hoping to encourage his daughter to do the same.

His daughter looks at him like he just sprouted another head. Not raising to the bait, he raises an eyebrow waiting for her to answer. Still looking at him confused she begins, “A few months ago, Dad. Y/n got lost looking for Hassian’s grove and ended up here. They saw me and asked for directions, remember? You were in the workshop.” Hodari sets his fork down to focus on what his daughter is saying because, in fact, he doesn’t remember that. She continues without missing a beat, speaking a mile a minute now as she recounts the day she first met you. “I gave them the directions so they wouldn’t bother you and went back to working on my sketch as I waited for them to leave but they didn’t. They asked me what I was working on and said it looked cool! None of the humans had said that to me before!” She was smiling and excited now as she talks. “Then they told me I must be ‘One hell of an inventor’ because I ‘sure have a knack for it’ because they couldn't understand any of it but said it looked ‘awesome’! I told them I couldn't finish it because you wouldn’t let me in the mines and-”

“I would have brought you some iron if you had just asked me Juma..” Hodari interrupts her, already tired from knowing where this road could lead.

“It’s not the same! Anyway you were really busy with that huge order for Bahari City so I couldn’t ask you even if I wanted to, I knew you didn’t have the time. But you’ll never believe it! They said you were right! And that the mines are dangerous and I shouldn’t go in them!” She throws her hands up dramatically and Hodari has to fight down the smile at the action. “Then later in the afternoon when we were both in the workshop they dropped off some iron for both of us, remember? Y/n told me they couldn’t wait to see it all finished and were happy to be a “patron of the arts” whatever that means.”

Najuma is looking at him expectantly and he wracks his brain trying to remember any of that. He remembers the Bahari City order, took him days to complete. Honestly he doesn’t remember much else, he wasn't sleepin’ too much during it. Eventually he nods his head, “yeah yeah I kinda remember that.” Najuma looks at him skeptically, like she doesn't believe a word of it but he ignores it as he takes another bite of his food.

“Yeah well, that’s pretty much it. Y/n would come into the bay to forage and mine and when they started home they would ask me if you or I needed anything they had picked up. Which was a little awkward at first, and kinda overwhelming but they were just trying to be nice! Eventually y/n just started stopping by the house to ask what we needed and would go out and get it while they got the things they needed, it was super helpful!”

Hodari sits there and listens as Najuma goes on to tell him how cool it was to have an adult think that she was cool and smart. He wanted to interrupt her and tell her he thinks she's cool and smart but the words catch in his throat as she continues filling him in on all he’s missed. How annoying it was that you had agreed with him but then told her she was so smart that she’ll invent a way to make mining safer in no time and that you believed in her. He feels his stomach drop the longer she talks, you had been keeping his daughter safe and giving her all the confidence in herself he’d been trying so hard to instill in her. He’s still a little concerned he didn’t know it was happening and tries to find a way to say it without coming across as the bad guy. ‘A little late for that’ his mind unhelpfully supplies.

But Najuma always has been smart as a whip and catches on quick. “I’m not surprised you didn’t notice, Dad. You’re always so busy you don’t notice a lot of things even when they’re happening right in front of you. We didn't want to bug you so we just tried to stay out of your way when we were all in the shop.” Hodari almost wants to feel insulted as goes to say he isn’t that oblivious while he’s working when she suddenly goes very serious across the table from him.

“Wait.. If you didn’t notice how often y/n was here, even when you were in the same room with us, have you not thanked them for all the gifts they’ve been bringing us since the beginning? Not even the ones they’ve brought just for you?” She asks, horrified. The sinking feeling in his stomach turns to solid lead at the question. “Really Dad? None of the extra ores? Or all the fresh meat? Not even the ugly antlers you’d been wanting? I didn’t even mean to tell them about those but as soon as I mentioned them, they brought them with the meat that evening!” She says exasperated.

Truth be told he didn't notice the extra ores were a gift, he thought he was the one who placed them there and forgot or assumed Najuma had been messing with them late at night and really hadn't thought too much of it past that. The meat and antlers though.. “I thought Sifuu’s boy had been bringing them by.” He answered honestly, a little rattled.

Najuma shakes her head unaware of her father's internal struggle, finally shoveling another bite in her mouth and opens her mouth to start talking again. This time Hodari did interrupt her to tell her to not speak with her mouth full. She swallows before starting again. “Nope!” She says popping the ‘P’ at the end. “Y/n has been dropping off fresh meat and even whole meals for us sometimes. They said something about how they know you're always busy in the mines and I'm a growing girl. They also told me they always make too much and have extra and giving it to us is a win-win for all of us because it won't go bad and that it's one less thing we have to worry about too.” She says it very matter of factly but Hodari knows that's not how it works. You don't just make “extra” enough to feed 3 people a whole meal. You had been going out of your way to cook for them so Najuma had lunch he didn’t have to make for her and he never even noticed.

“But dad, don't tell them I said this” she whispers conspiratorially, grabbing his attention again. “I think they go hunting just to bring us fresh meat when they're out here.” She stops to eat her breakfast before it gets completely cold while Hodari thinks about just how bad he’s just fucked up.

She shovels the last of her food in her mouth before turning her gaze to her dad, “Y/n’s really nice, you should probably thank them when you see them next so they don't get the wrong idea and think we don’t want them here.” And wasn't that just salt in a wound that’s already festering. Meanwhile Najuma carries on, no idea what her father had told you a few days ago. “Maybe that's why they stopped coming by, it's really rude to not say thank you and they'd been doing it for months.” She looks out the window and sighs, “I don't want them to think we don't like them and not come back, Dad. I want to show them my new ideas!”

She turns back to her father, “I know you haven’t seen them but if you do when we are in town tomorrow can you tell them I want to show them my newest idea if they have time to come by. Oh! And you can ask if they want to have dinner with us! They haven't tasted your cooking yet, we can have corn! Please?”

His throat is dry as he tells her “Sure, Juma.” before sending her to go wash up before she inevitably finds her way outside to dirty herself up all over again. As soon as she’s out of sight he puts his head in his hands. He didn’t know any of that was happening and that his daughter had grown so close to you. Much less that you had been going so far out of your way to be so kind to his little family. The look of hurt in your eyes flashes through his mind as he called you a stranger and said he couldn't trust you around Najuma and he drags a hand down his face in hopes to wipe the image out of his mind’s eye.

How in the hell was he gonna fix this?

[Dividers by the-aesthetic-shop]

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starbeltconstellation · 9 months ago

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No matter how I look at it, I get the feeling that Lesyle Headland is racist against Asians. Seeing all those characters portrayed by Asian people get mistreated horribly makes me very uncomfortable because I'm Asian myself, and I've been through that multiple times during my life. I'm not the only one who thinks that. I saw there are a couple of other people who think that Lesyle Headland is against Asians too. Kathleen Kennedy keeps pointing out the racism in the fandom, yet she ignores the racism that she HERSELF and her co-workers are doing, and that includes Lesyle Headland! Why did Star Wars now have to be in the hands of a Western company where they keep mistreating Asian characters and Asian people??? Now, with what happened in Sol in the finale, the SW fandom is going to be even more racist and spout more BS against Asians now. I'm tired af of all the hatred towards my people! Both Asians and the Jedi deserve better!!!

Hello, dear anon. ❤️

Firstly, I just want to DEEPLY apologize for the long wait in my response. 😅💔😖 I try not to get behind on asks, but life has been crazy for me at the moment, and especially with longer asks like yours, I really want to take my time and give a good and in depth response.

And yesssss! 👏👏 Speak your truth, dear anon! 😖✊

I will be honest and say that my view—while I HEAVILY dislike LH’s writing morals and style (and just the whole concept of The Acolyte show in general being some ‘girl power fantasy’ for women when the Dark Side is anything but that and is nothing but weighted chains tying you to the ocean floor to drown)—was more charitable at first where I know in my SOUL if I ever met this woman that we probably would not be able to get along if we talked about SW fandom lore too much. And I can accept that! 😂

Not everyone will like or agree with each other. At least she’s not as bad as Karen Traviss, because dear GOD I have recently just learned about the petty hatred that woman has towards the Jedi (with a WORD FOR WORD line of a character in her books EXPLICITLY saying the Jedi Order deserved their genocide! 🤢), and I KNOWWW I would dislike that woman if I met her on the street. I can acknowledge the incredible feat she accomplished with developing Mando’a, while still maintaining that she seems like a very mean spirited person to be around), and it is literally nauseating in the most highly disgusting and disturbing way.

KT is basically a rapid and foaming at the mouth Jedi anti who believes they ��got what was coming to them.🤢🥶” LH on the other hand (at least in HER head), views herself as Jedi CRITICAL. And while there is a little bit of a difference there, it’s not as stark a line as fans would try to convince us pro Jedi’s to believe.

There are plenty of fair criticisms about the Jedi that I can acknowledge: the Shimi thing, for one, which is I think just a bad symptom of GL’s writing being more “metaphorical” than literal. Shimi HAS to stay on Tatooine because Anakin eventually HAS to murder the Tuskens in cold blood so GL can tell the story he wants to tell of how Anakin can’t let go, and so the Jedi are never given the opportunity to do what I truly BELIEVE they would’ve done, which is go back and free her, at least for the peace of mind of one of their newest initiate. The plot literally physically bars them from doing so.

And even THIS is not without its flaws, because they would ONLY have wiggle room to free Shimi after the heat of TPM problems had died down where they had time to do so… while walking past/avoiding eye contact with all of Shimi’s slave neighbors, because as specified before—The Jedi have no jurisdiction in the Outer Rim, and you bet your ass if they freed all those slaves and started a war with the Hutts with their little 10,000 strong army, the Republic would take one look and go “Lol, good luck with that,” and not help them at all, which would be basically suicide for the Order to try and accomplish on abolishment of slavery on the Outer Rim all on their own in the TRILLIONS of people in the galaxy. They do not have the MAN POWER for that. Not without the Senate army/clones.

People want the Jedi to do something about it? Get on the Senate’s ass about it then—the REAL people who are responsible for all of the shit going wrong in the Outer Rim while they line their pockets and kiss up to clueless galactic citizens for votes come election time. THEY are the ones that should be responsible for the problems of an ENTIRE galaxy—not a small little minority group (which I’ve already come to realize that the Jedi are. They are a culture/religion/family, and 10,000 is but a drop in the ocean of the galaxy. They are so small in the grand scheme of things that it’s SCARY when considering how easy it was for Palpatine to lead them to almost total annihilation) that try and try and TRY as hard as they can, which is apparently somehow NEVER enough, for the galactic citizens AND the SW fandom itself.

And why is that? Why is it so HARD for SW fandom to relate to them? Why does LH (who I’m sure in her head BELIEVES she’s as progressive as they come) view the Jedi as some type of “space cops” who are “oppressing 🙄” the Sith as a representation of her religious trauma that she is clearly projecting onto them as something completely separate than what the Jedi Culture actually is? Why does she view them as “emotionally repressed” and “almost catholic-like”, and views the fucking SITH (literal SPACE NAZIS 😭🤦‍♀️) as a representation for her persecution as a gay woman?

It’s because—just like MOST SW fans in the US—she cannot fathom a culture outside of the lens of western philosophy. In her mind, the Jedi aren’t a “real 🙄🤢” family. In HER mind, the Jedi aren’t necessarily evil, but she still believes those “poor little culty Jedi 😔💔🙄” didn’t see they were ‘sewing their own destruction’. (Which is blaming them. It’s BLAMING the victims of genocide, and it’s to this day the most disgusting thing I will always remember about the show’s “your actions will cause the destruction of every Jedi in the galaxy” quote that made Twitter go wild with genocide apologia galore).

Some lovely examples! 😁🙃🙃

Disgusting Example 1:

Disgusting Example 2:

Disgusting Example 3:

Disgusting Example 4: REALLY YIKES. 🥶

Disgusting Example 5: Ahhh, would you look at that? We’ve made it into good ol’ ✨dehumanization✨. 🙃🙃🤢

ALL of those examples are not a small portion of the fandom. They are the MAJORITY. This is what the MAJORITY of the fandom truly deep in their hearts believe about the Jedi and their culture and way of life, even if they won’t word it as bluntly as those commenters did out loud.

THIS is what I believe LH’s beliefs regarding the Jedi’s non-western culture is like. She thinks she’s being “fair”, because hey! I made you like Jecki and Yord, didn’t I? 😘😘😘

… And then mere episodes later, she throws the rug out from under you in having Quimir (who she has ADMITTED in interviews is basically her mouthpiece for her own personal thoughts on SW) dehumanize not just Jecki and Yord by saying they were “incapable of going deeper to care about Osha like she deserves 🤢🙄🥶”, but also just by dehumanizing the Jedi in general. It becomes CLEAR in the final episodes that everything was meant to lead up to Osha and Quimir meeting (because they’re clearly Reylo 2.0, and this was LH’s way of getting to smash her Barbie dolls together), which basically gives a feeling of hollowness to the entire backdrop of the show—because the rest of the characters ARE a backdrop to them. She FAKES THE AUDIENCE OUT by pretending to humanize Sol as someone repentant, teasing the possibility of him and Osha being able to talk things out, before swiftly turning him into a one-dimensional caricature of himself who seems to have done a complete 180 on his remorse, only for the sheer purpose of him and Osha not being able to have a conversation. You may say, “Oh, but the show is an unreliable narrator! 🤪🤪🤪”

Except… no, it’s really not. 😭🤦‍♀️ Especially with the way LH spells out that she AGREES with Quimir’s philosophy, she AGREES with that asshole Senator treating the Jedi like shit who are “corrupt/emotionally repressed space monks”, she AGREES with Oshamir fans’s interpretations that the finale of turning to the Dark Side is a TRIUMPH for Osha instead of a heartbreaking moment that will lead to only ruin.

And it’s because—just like most western fans—she just doesn’t even WANT or CARE to understand the eastern philosophy of the Jedi’s culture, and instead projects her feelings from no doubt sympathetic trauma onto something that has no true basis for it. She views something that doesn’t have the “passion” of the Sith’s ‘love 🙄’ as lesser than. She doesn’t really view them as a family, because she only believes in a more standard family dynamic, and instead views them as an institution that “brought everything on themselves. 🥶”

And… honestly? I think you’re basically RIGHT, anon. I don’t think it’s truly this big CONSCIOUS thing. I don’t think she wrote out Sol’s death for the sheer purpose of “Muah-ha-ha”-ing over Asian fans losing some of the honestly most MEMORABLE and AMAZING representation they’ve had in YEARS in the very franchise that borrows from their own culture and philosophy. But I DO think she doesn’t view it as something worth considering. Oshamir is where her mind was at at the end of the day (because ROMANTIC love is something she clearly views as the most important and powerful thing, because OSHAMIR is who stand together at the end. Not Osha or her sister), and I think any other storyline factors became all but insignificant to her in the grand scheme of things. It was easy to kill all of the Jedi characters, because the “new fave” was here—the Sith. And to be fair, his hotness drew in a lot of buzz! But the cancellation and the renew the series petition signatures I think show the gap in how many people were truly interested going forward that weren’t reylo 2.0 fans. Yeah, a lot of people are into villains. But even MORE people want to root for their heros. The Jedi are supposed to be the heroes of SW, and such a show PURPOSELY and VINDICTIVELY portraying them in the worst way possible (the EMPATHETIC SPACE MONKS covered up a massacre? REALLY? 😭🤦‍♀️) throws more people off than LH would like to believe.

The way she killed Sol… it was brutal. And in interviews, she says some bullshit like Sol was “taking away Osha’s agency” by forgiving her and telling her it was okay. Because the portrayal of the Jedi in this show isn’t just “showing their flaws! 🤪🤪🤪” It is purposely writing them in a way that they’ve NEVER been shown to act on screen before—all to make the villain sympathetic, because LH clearly has adopted the thinking (much as radical Anakin fans have), that because someone has become a villain, then SOMEONE must’ve forced their hand. But that’s not how all true three dimensional characters WORK. Yes, there are tragic characters whose circumstances make things worse, but the idea that a villain is always “misunderstood” creates the narrative that the HERO is somehow in the wrong. LH does this because both Osha and Quimir are her new OCs. She makes the Jedi almost completely OOC and portrays them as oppressive to JUSTIFY Quimir and Osha’s actions. Because THIS is what The Acolyte was about: giving Reylo 2.0 a happy ending.

There has been criticism from fans that Jecki and Yord were killed too early which only gave fans an “awww ☹️💔” feeling, because they barely had the chance to even solidify into real characters to make the audience sob and cry at their loss. And I would argue this thinking is right. Because if you look CLOSELY at the background, you can see how it all was just a hollow backdrop for LH’s “dark romance” idea. And I’m not saying such an idea was BAD—I’m saying it wasn’t originally marketed that way. Sol is marketed as the main character (representing Asians in a fantastic way), and then she brutally kills him off, because he was never REALLY important to LH’s story. None of the Jedi were. She was always more interested in the Sith. And so, she tries to make the Sith the “oppressed 🙃🙄”. And I would argue she fails at this with the larger audience, even if loud fans of reylo are chanting about it on tumblr and twitter. The viewership is lower than expected for the show (and part of that is because of the horrible racism and campaign against it from SW dudebros). But honestly, I think a part of it is just… what’s left? Everyone except Osha and Quimir are dead. Sol was brutally murdered on his knees (one of the best Asian representation I’ve seen in a while in SW) like he was nothing but garbage. The Jedi lost, and apparently LH has also character assassinated Vernestra by what she does in the finale, if the character’s fans huffing on tumblr are anything to go by (which is TOTALLY within their right to feel disappointed and angry over an aroace character being treated by the narrative like she and the culture she believes in have ‘no emotion or empathy’ 🥶🤢. There’s that good ol’ ✨dehumanization✨ kicking in again, huh?)

THIS is what SW has apparently decayed into. Into being vindictive and petty and blaming victims for their own persecution and pain. It’s a sign of a self involved culture, which is what the USA/the west is, I’ll admit. Other countries are collectivist. We are individualists. (ie; “I got mine.”) People ENJOY these tales of flipping everything around to blame the heroes and not the villains, because they SEE themselves in villains like Anakin or Kylo Ren or Osha and Quimir. And look—there’s nothing wrong with seeing yourself in a villain and even with sympathizing with them! Anakin’s past as a slave no doubt makes him very much deserving of empathy in that regard.

But the problem is—since they SEE themselves in the villain—then they don’t want the villain to be in the wrong (ie; Anakin). Because if the VILLAIN is in the wrong, then they TOO can also be in the wrong, and a lot of people don’t like to grapple with that. I have seen a recent post going around from someone I was pretty disappointed with that switched sides from pro jedi into anti jedi territory so vindictively and quickly (do NOT attack this person if you know who I’m talking about. I am bringing this up for the sheer purpose of meta. Not to pettily call them out or something), who was responding to an ask where the asker was thanking this person in basically defending Anakin by excusing his actions. The anon said they related heavily to Anakin, and apparently hated recent posts going around which call Anakin out on his behavior, because the anon and this person both believe that the criticism is meant to be vindictive and cruel, when that is rarely the case.

This is where the “Anakin was bullied by The Council/Mace/Obi-Wan” excuses come in. Because Obi-Wan gently offers CONSTRUCTIVE criticism at times, he is somehow viewed as someone who never truly respected or understood Anakin as a person. Because the Council didn’t worship the ground Anakin walked on and didn’t just let him get away with things without a sometimes gentle/firm reprimand, they are somehow viewed as people who have been out to get Anakin and ‘didn’t trust him’ since he was a child. Because Mace butted heads with Anakin at times because they had different opinions on how to be a good Jedi and in their battle strategies on the war, Mace is somehow the most petty and worst man alive who has been “jealous” of Anakin his whole life.

All of these above excuses—in the most nicest way I can state possible—sound like the platitudes that children tell themselves against parents who they’re angry at. This is WHY Anakin went to Palpatine; because Palpatine always told him “Yes.”

And believe it or not?

Sometimes being told “no” isn’t the end of the world or means people hate you.

Sometimes you’re a good person who made a mistake, and just need to be called out to get back on the right track.

Accountability.

LH apparently believes in none of this for her characters. The backstory crafted for Osha and Quirmir clearly shows that. It’s meant to ABSOLVE them.

Funny how the JEDI (the ones based off of Asian inspired culture in certain areas) aren’t given the same courtesy, huh? 🙃🙃

This is why the pro jedi fanfic I’m writing is free therapy. Loooool. 😂❤️

In conclusion—yessss, I think you’re pretty on the mark in a certain type of way, anon, even if we both have a little bit of a charitable gap for LH between the two of us.

I apologize for the late reply again! 😭❤️❤️❤️❤️ I hope the wait was worth it!

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lomappreciationblog · 4 months ago

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You know him, you love him - appreciation post time for our favorite succulent in this house, Li'l Cactus!

While our shy little cactus normally stays put in his flowerpot in the bedroom, a couple of quests show him moving about, as he plays a role in "Daddy's Broom" (as an accidental jerkass lol) and in his own starring quest, "Li'l Cactus."

He also makes an appearance in "Fluorite" as part of Florina's dreamscape - because it happens in the desert, so I think this is the developers having fun, haha.

As far as concept art goes - surprisingly, for a relatively simple character design, Li'l Cactus had a couple of possible designs.

Nao Ikeda also designed Li'l Cactus, and as can be seen here she made at least 7 designs with different design elements. Probably the only thing they have in common is having a flower on top and being a cactus!

I'll start with the lower and bottom notes here:

I drew a variety of different types in accordance with Inoue-san's instructions that he should look more suspicious than cute.

Originally, I got the order to make "a cactus that looks more suspicious than cute," so I did some trial and error with that idea in mind. But in the end, Ishii-san liked it and said, "I wanted him to have something unique, but I guess cute is better," so we went in that direction. [laughs] (Ikeda)

Koichi Ishii is the Mana series' creator, while Nobuyuki Inoue is the writer for Legend of Mana. It's surprising to find that the original vision for Li'l Cactus was "suspicious" rather than the cute one we ended up getting, but that's how thing goes, you want a concept but find out something else works better in practice. It's why I like reading developer logs, it's rather comforting to know things change, and mostly for the better, and even years after, as the audience, I still love Legend of Mana, so I know their decisions back then worked.

Nao Ikeda's specific notes for the designs are:

Flower is inverted (number 1) Chattering, ripped paper body (for number 3) Standard Halloween style (for number 5) The main character is like a samurai, so he fills a supporting role as a ninja...(for number 7)

Of these designs, number 7 is pretty similar to what we eventually ended up getting. If I had to guess, the comment on the main character being like a samurai might be because Mr. Kameoka designed the male hero's lower garment being a skirt-style hakama, but I'm not sure. It's funny to think about though, a samurai Shiloh and ninja Li'l Cactus, can you imagine?

For the revised design, we have this other collection of illustrations and notes:

The final version of Li'l Cactus shares the space with the concept art for Faeries and Pelican, but they will be discussed in their own posts in the future, this is long enough as it is.

The bottom note regarding Li'l Cactus:

Li'l Cactus went through a lot of twists and turns from his first design on the bottom left. He's a cute character, and I felt that his expressions were unique. In the actual game, his cheeks became much simpler.(Ikeda)

It seems great care was put into Li'l Cactus's eyebrows especially, there's another note specifying and even giving a sample:

The tails of the eyebrows are higher than the ends of the eyebrows and are called "bat brows."

The final art in game is made by Shinichi Kameoka, and his commentary on another page in the art book says this:

I wanted him to have a funny face, so when making his design, I gave him a wide forehead and set his eyes apart.

Like Nao Ikeda mentioned, in the final design Li'l Cactus lost the cat whisker-like patches on his cheeks, and he doesn't have quite the same Pikachu eyes in Nao Ikeda's design.

Li'l Cactus also has the honor of making appearances in other artworks for the game:

I don't know where this illustration has been used, as my first time seeing it is in the art book. If I had to guess, some magazine or other publication that was Japan-only. Hmm...I checked with the unlockable gallery in the HD version of the game and this illustration wasn't included, but there IS a stand-alone illustration of Li'l Cactus writing on his diary in the game gallery that isn't in the art book.

Archiving official art is a pain when they're scattered like this - and I can't screenshot the gallery because the game disables the screenshot button there. I did take a picture with my phone and try to edit it so there's less warping on the screen, though.

I'm sure many others have seen this other illustration, you can find this one in the gallery for the HD version of the game.

For comparison I took a picture of that one, too. The art book version is VERY small, and it's kinda hard with light bouncing off the page so I compensate by taking pictures in less harsh lighting, but it does have the side-effect of darkening the page instead.

Fun fact, according to Mr. Kameoka's commentary on this illustration, it was hard because he didn't know the final sizes of both Li'l Cactus and the female protagonist would compare in the final game.

Now, for other art appearances - Li'l Cactus, like majority of Legend/Dawn/Children of Mana's cast, also appears in Nao Ikeda's special Mana anniversary art! (she designed characters for all those three titles)

She included his cheek patches and Pikachu eyes.

The art book also featured congratulatory messages for the Mana series from its main illustrators over the years, and yes, both Shinichi Kameoka and Nao Ikeda included Li'l Cactus in their messages.

It's rather heartwarming to think that the humble little cactus is beloved by both of the major illustrators for Legend of Mana, huh?

While he was designed for Legend of Mana, Li'l Cactus also makes appearances in other Mana media and is a mascot of sorts for the series alongside Flammie and Rabite. An official account for the Mana series, Seiken_PR, occasionally shares artwork with captions in line with Li'l Cactus's diary writings. Here's the Valentines' illustration made this year!

So cute - you know, I always loved that the Mana series gets such good art.

I think L'il Cactus also appears in Sword of Mana as far as game appearances go, but I can't remember for sure and it's been such a long time since I played the game on emulator, but I haven't finished it...really should get back to it someday, though.

#legend of mana #legend of mana lil cactus #lil cactus #oh great GOOGLY MOOGLY this post took ages to make #fortunately it's LoM so I love working on it but compiling all the notes and necessary pictures takes a while #and I do apologize the pictures still aren't always the best quality as I have no scanner...#i think i worked on this for two hours lol #and this is just lil cactus thinking about gathering all the necessary notes for characters like Pearl is like...A LOT #so it'll be a while before I get around to someone like them #i did have an elazul post but it needs updating

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chameleon3 · 15 days ago

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ok i’m asking you this bc you’re the only person i know with a youtube channel and you’re really nice but like. how did you go about starting one? i’ve wanted to make one for a while (just faceless vlogs and stuff) but idk how to tell my parents lol

excuse me if this is weird !!

umm so actually do not ever do what i did

i started my channel at the lowest time of my life when i was using music as my main outlet and i was inspired by my (now) close friend vivi whohas been posting music stuff since like 2022

anyways i started posting stupid shit to just air out creativity and then posted covers and originals and ts idk it doesn’t matter

umm so i did not tell my parents and they eventually found out because umm i posted something about this guy i was beefing with and he knew about my channel bc we used to be best friends anyway he told his mom and she called my parents and i got in big big trouble and got my phone taken and signed up for intensive therapy anywayyu it doesn’t matter

sooo long story short girl idk

i would just be sure to specify that you’re not sharing personal details like location, name, etc

and maybe bring it up at a casual space like dinner and make it more like you’re telling them, not asking

idk LMAO 😭😭😭😭

#ida time <3

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m--rtyr · 9 months ago

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I am bothering you today :3

It is so nice seeing more and more people get behind the idea that characters can have flaws and still be good and likeable characters. As someone who loves Nicole, it is so nice.

Tangent - I fully believe that Nicole did do the right thing by not telling Dante about Dimitri. Cause instead of Dimitri growing up with a dad he believed to be dead, he would have grown up with a neglectful one that chose his new family and the orders of a missing woman over him. Something that is debilitating. (I should know lol)

This is not to say that Dimitri or Dante aren't allowed to be angry with Nicole, but it was a necessary decision. You can be angry and believe that the decision is wrong yet still understand why it had to be done. She also didn't lie to him when he found out, and the only reason any of them found out was because Aphmau came back. If Aphmau never came back, I do think Nicole would have told Dimitri eventually.

i love being bothered. people should bother me more.

I honestly just apply typical medieval fantasy rules and go 'well if she acknowledged dante was the father and alive then she would have to acknowledge that Dmitri was a bastard and he might lose social standing or potentially any inheritance to lorddom' and idk sounds reasonable to me.

like if she says 'married a dude when i ran away, he lived in another village so thats why the people of scaleswind never saw him, then we had dmitri, then he died' then she never has to own up to who the father is, dmitri keeps everything he's entitled to because no one can prove anything otherwise. but if she says 'its dante, he's alive' then people will know Dmitri was born out of wedlock.... he loses everything.

but Jesson never specified that the bastard thing exists in mcd so idk.

#i kinda run off of the rule in fantasy that 'if they don't specify this particular norm doesnt exist then i will assume it does' until i am #told otherwise.#aphmau #aphverse #aphblr

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comfortabletogether · 1 year ago

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Hey, can I have Utsuro, Tsurugi, Mikado, and Syobai with a female bimbo ultimate Pastry chef s/o? She's super bubbly and sweet and and bakes for them and wants to fix them? If you could write this I'll give you a shortcake 🍰

Thank you for the request!! I really appreciate it, and how did you know that strawberry shortcake is my favorite dessert?!!? Where did you put the cameras???

I’m kidding lol. No but seriously Strawberry Shortcake is my favorite dessert, there is a great place that serves it in the summer and it’s the best. It’s the highlight of my summer.

admittedly i do not know what a bimbo is and I’m frankly too scared to look it up since none of my friends will tell me.

I decided to write for IRL!Mikado instead of AI!Mikado because you didn’t specify. And honestly was fine with writing all of these characters except I started to get super scared when I got to Utsuro 😭😭

I just didn’t want to mess up or disrespect my husband.

WARNING: SPOILERS; JUNKO MENTION; OOC-NESS; TOXIC BEHAVIORS; STALKING, OBESSION

~ Mod Haruhiko ✈️

Tsurugi Kinjo

🚔 Tsurugi starts out extremely suspicious of your kindness. Even when you bring him some ‘extra pastries’ (you made them just for him), he just thinks you’re being a friendly classmate. Or maybe you’re trying to bribe him. He doesn’t once consider that you may just like him.

🚔 If you keep persisting on being around him and hanging out with him and giving him small gifts— then he will start to develop crush on you back. He won’t understand exactly what he’s feeling so he will definitely go to Yamato to ask for advice. Yamato is his wingman and will probably be the one to actually get you two together.

🚔 When you are finally together, he will be very protective over you. He’s seen too much evil in this world and you’re so sweet and kind and amazing and wonder and— Tsurugi just wants to shield you from that.

🚔 Tsurugi doesn’t have all too much of a sweet tooth. So he won’t often accept that many gifts of pastries from you.

🚔 It will be a long time into you and Tsurugi’s but eventually he will open up to you about everything he had seen. His trauma with his dad, Kouhei, everything will come pouring out. And it would happen on one night too. It would be a night of a lot of tears and depressing talks that involve you holding Tsurugi tight, whispering praise and reassurance.

🚔 Tsurugi’s worldviews will eventually change while you are with him, you and Yamato help him improve as a person. And he appreciates you helping to break him free of his father’s toxic mindset.

Syobai Hashimoto

🚬 At first, Syobai feels bugged by you and your sweetness, rolling his eyes and coldly asking if you have money when you want to talk with him. But, albeit simple, if you bring him a few pastries and tell him that they are free of charge— he’ll changed his mind slightly.

🚬 But Syobai being Syobai Hashimoto, he won’t know how to express his subtle appreciation and connection with you in a proper way, so he’ll just let you be with him or get some information from him without any sort of charge.

🚬 Syobai eventually will confess via just straight up telling you in the bluntest way possible. Bake him something for the first date. He’s always caught so off guard by you, especially when you do something really nice for him. It’s not something that’s he is exactly used to.

🚬 Bake him a pastry shaped like money, he’ll laugh. To be with Syobai you would definitely have to be smart in some regard, as he cannot deal with stupid people without throwing insults at them. You’d probably at the very least understand common sense.

🚬 This man will be hard to fix, he was abandoned in childhood. But after a little while, and a few pastries, he will start to open up a little bit. But he would definitely shield you from his side on the black market, sure you’ll know about it but he will never get into details about it.

🚬 Syobai’s behaviors won’t change even if you try and fix him. He’ll be kinder and more loving with you (in private, will shove you off in public). But he was will still be rude to everyone else.

Irl!Mikado Sannoji

💿 He would probably find you and your information out from either Kokoro or from his excessive stalking of Utsuro. You would’ve been in his class and were a survivor of the killing game but never joined up in the Kisaragi Foundation, opting to do something else to help the world.

💿 Mikado would definitely create a scenario where he accidentally runs into you at like a coffee shop or something, and the two of you instantly hit it off. And Mikado is definitely not developing a very large obsession with you.

💿 Dating him is pretty cool, he’ll take you out on walks or bring you to his apartment or just go to yours. He has a lot of money that he justifies by telling you that he works really high up with programmers. And he refuses to introduce you to Kokoro but he will definitely gush to her about you.

💿 One morning when Mikado spent the night at your apartment, he woke up that morning to the smell of raspberry tarts. Mikado often forgets that you used to work as a pastry chef. And when he takes a bite he almost a faints.

💿 To be completely honest, you might make Mikado worse. You’ll get him to open up to you about his tragic backstory and you’ll help him overcome some insecurities he has but your relationship would be built off so many lies and miscommunications and there is so much you don’t know about him that he doesn’t want you to find out.

💿 He’s so obsessed with both you and Utsuro, and his obsession with you might even surpass his of Utsuro. Sure, he’ll continue to search for him but he is full heartedly convinced that you had inherited Utsuro’s divine luck or something similar.

Utsuro

🍀 Another one who is suspicious of your kind behavior. Utsuro has been used for his luck so many times that he doesn’t understand that someone who hasn’t been with him for years actually likes him for him.

🍀 Utsuro for a long time will pretend to not care about you. So you’ll have to be very persistent with him. After time with you reassuring him that you appreciate him for him, thank him for things you don’t exactly need to, praise, and just spending time with him, he’ll develop feelings for you.

🍀 But Utsuro wouldn’t ask you out, his luck would just make you say yes anyways, and he didn’t want to force you to do anything with his luck. But to his surprise, one random day in February, you give him a box of pastries and then you spill you practically spill your guts to him.

🍀 He’ll silently adore your sweetness and think it’s ironic your talent going on par with it. If you are baking anything, Utsuro would typically sit silently in the corner while reading a book that he would recommend for you to read after he’s done.

🍀 Your existence and being by his side would probably convince him to withdraw from Junko’s plan (and would probably lead to its downfall). But you helping him be a better person and become less distrustful, which unfortunately doesn’t show externally.

#mod haruhiko ✈️#super danganronpa another 2 #danganronpa another #sdra2 #sdra2 x reader #dra #dra x reader #tsurugi kinjo #tsurugi kinjo x reader #mikado sannoji #mikado sannoji x reader #syobai hashimoto #syobai hashimoto x reader #shobai hashimoto #shobai hashimoto x reader #Utsuro #Utsuro x reader #dra utsuro #dra Utsuro x reader

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sh1mmer-add1ct · 1 year ago

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I’m sorry if this is like weirdly specific, but can you maybe write something about the family but specifically Johnny in general adopting a child like if a kid wanted onto their property and I’m not talking young kid I’m talking maybe 11-13 but kind of a southern street rat and very street smart and quite sassy (“you can’t kill me, old man!”) and Johnny felt weird about killing a child and had a soft soft for them, and kind of admired them acting like a little asshole and hiding their fear so kind of like let them into the family and what that relationship would be like I’m sorry if this is super specific

Thank you!!!

since you didn’t specify (which is fine Idc lol) if u wanted headcanons or like. A Drabble I just did both :3 !! Ft a few other family members (no gender specified !! Use of they/them ((tagged as x reader but is NOT romantic. Please do not take it as such.))

At first it kinda pissed him off at first, he thought the sass n attitude was really annoying 💀

eventually he grew to find it funny though, especially considering he’s pretty much the same way (specifically towards Drayton)

Nancy’s the one that mostly watches over them besides Johnny, so they’re basically like another child to her (unfortunately, she does show her favoritism)

Drayton’s always getting on their ass about it, not that they care though. If anything it only encourages them further.

Nubbins also thinks it’s funny as hell

At first, Johnny found them to be annoying, despite how similar they were to him. However, their sass and attitude grew on him, and he couldn’t help but let out a snort of amusement when he heard the typical snarky remark with “old man!” At the end. When Drayton started to try to scold them, they only laughed, before running off.

“I don’t care what you say to him, but watch yerself, he’s old ‘nd senile, he might go off on you one day ‘nd I ain’t gonna be able to save yer ass every time” despite his words, Johnny’s eyes glimmered with amusement…and maybe a bit of pride, maybe.

———

i haven’t written for Johnny (nor any TCM character really) yet so I apologize if it’s super OOC <\3

#the texas chainsaw massacre #TCM game #TCM #Texas Chainsaw Massacre Game #Johnny Sawyer #Johnny Slaughter #johnny tcm #drayton sawyer #TCM x reader #Johnny Sawyer x reader #platonic x reader #Nancy Sawyer #nancy slaughter #Black Nancy #Vies reqs #Request

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presidentdisastraofgallifrey · 21 hours ago

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Warfare Liveblog

Romana, professional liar about her mental health

Also I suspect that this particular "I have no friends" is a bit of a dig after Leela said they were't friends anymore

Pandora and Romana both having the "she's no [fine], don't listen to her" voice is such a fantastic mirror of each other

Narvin being like "I do what I want and tell Romana later"

Oh, Matthias is here! I'm never totally sure what to think about him

Leela is so relatable jealous of Romana's attention <3

Spans are usually used as the equivalent of hours, making Romana and Pandora's impatience really funny

It's not specified but I like to imagine Leela, Narvin, Hallan, and Annos are taking down at least 8 or 9 guards here

"You betrayed me" says the guy who committed treason last season

As a spy, a Time Lord, and Darkel's enemy, he really should have been more suspicious of her touch

Love that Annos doesn't even hesitate to obey Leela

Why does Darkel hate Narvin specifically this much? Did they have coworker beef a century ago? Did he get a promotion she was passed over for?

Awwww Romana's scared <3

Even better, she's scared of herself and what she's capable of

"I think I've shown my loyalty" you were a traitor two episodes ago

(that's part of my evidence for more time passing than seems to have; no one ages anyway, how would we know?)

I've never been totally sure about this, but it sure feels like Matthias is trying to drive a wedge between Romana and her other allies

Plus, he's definitely not secretly in favor of Darkel and I don't think he's lying when he says he just wants the war to end, but I also think there's more to it

This whole thing feels like a tiny skirmish, but I strongly suspect that's a result of the small cast in the same way that alien cities in classic who felt like they were made of ten people in the town square

Oh, Elbon. I fucking hate this guy. Like, more than anyone else I think

Hallan, noooooo!

(Side note while Hallan not-technically-dies, but just how sentient is this medical computer exactly?)

"Artron energy is technological" It is??

So either Hallan dies here off screen (my personal headcanon), or no one remembers him until they need all hands for the Time War (the funnier option, though Leela would definitely remember)

"There are so many sides here that I wonder if you're just sitting on one of the many corners" is such a good line

Narvin calling Romana erratic

(as if this is a new thing lol)

"I never thought the face eating party amoral political faction would eat MY face plant a bomb in MY mind!"

Oh so they CAN lock doors then. Just no one ever does apparently.

"You're an anomaly, and we Time Lords stamp those out!" sounds like saying the quiet part behind "non-intervention" out loud

Pandora's utter conviction that no one would trust anyone with free will not to betray them is fascinating

Love that Leela and Romana both get to kill Pandora

"You are my friends, I...need you" :'(

I LOVE giving Pandora to the sentience

That said, what happens to it after? Did it get blown up when the Matrix was destroyed, or is it just Around now

If she did die here, these would be such good last words

And now Romana has to actually process the concept of death the way other species do. There's no more Matrix afterlife, only dying eventually

You know, if you don't turn into the meekest type of zombie first

#gallifrey relisten

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slasherlaurie · 2 years ago

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Cuddling after a rough trial (DBD killers x reader pt.1)

hi!! only got a suggestion for Carmina for this one so i decided to break it up into a mini series, with each post being for a different killer 🩵

warnings: painstakingly oblivious crushing, made up a completely nonexistent room in the Eyrie of Crows (just imagine where the basement spawns in main building but if it were more of a bedroom/living area down there)

more of a short drabble type of post 🩵 gender neutral reader + reader not specified as either a killer or survivor

NOT PROOFREAD (lol)

Carmina Mora/The Artist

the crows alert Carmina of your entrance to her realm before you even noticed them flying so close overhead. unknown to you, they also alert her of your melancholy mood.

deciding the stairs take too long, Carmina drops from her painting spot on the towers balcony to meet you in the desert below. softly cooing to you in concern, she takes her ink hands and begins searching you for injuries. though her care makes you smile, you inform your examiner that you’re not injured, just had a tough time in your trial.

Carmina’s face tightens immediately. of course, she understands. oftentimes survivors go out of their way to mess with her, being meant to kill them and all. yet, she can’t grasp why anyone would ever give you a hard time. in fact, how dare they? outstretching her arms, the killer offers you a hug, one you gratefully accept. feeling Carmina wrap around you with a gentle force that’s so unique to her, you already begin to relax, fully melted into the embrace.

if not for the small nagging ache from standing for so long, you could stay like this forever, yet you pull back eventually. too afraid to ask for more, you thank Carmina, asking if you could come watch her paint.

to which the answer is absolutely no.

The Artist is focused on you now, and she’ll try whatever she can to cheer you up. you don’t deserve to be upset. and she knows just the way to help (hopefully).

guiding you with an arm around your waist, Carmina takes you to the room downstairs: not the basement, more a bedroom. somewhat nervously hesitantly, The Artist sits down on a large couch in the room and pats her lap. hoping she doesn’t take note of your reddening face (she did, but her equally flushed expression gives her no right to complain. not that she would though,) you sit where Carmina asks, back facing her.

for the second time that day, inky arms wrap around your waist but this time it’s different. before you know what’s happening, your back collides with Carmina’s chest and you’re falling. when your brain starts working again, you realize you’re laying down on top of Carmina, being held so close you can feel every breath she takes. she caws into your ear, as if to ask if this is ok, and god you wish you had the words to tell her how better than ok this is. in response, you lean back just close enough to see her face and whisper “yes, this is ok,” pausing for a second, your gaze flickers between Carmina’s lips and her cheek. a thought comes to mind, but is quickly dismissed in fear of being rejected, “thank you. cawing sweetly in return, Carmina tries her best to shove down the rising butterflies that moment gave her. no, you need her comfort right now, she can let herself daydream about you later. for now, she drags one hand to rest between your ribcage and starts drawing soothing patterns just below your sternum.

before long, you’re asleep in each other’s embrace, the softness and comfort too delicate not to. both of you dreaming about the other, in longing of what happens next.

#dbd x reader #dbd killers x reader #dbd x you #carmina mora x reader #the artist x reader #dbd the artist x reader #im so sorry this took so long for an actual crumb of a post 😭 we ballin

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welp-back-on-my-bs · 11 months ago

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First impressions:

Everyone lol- minus Yeves and Keith since Morgan met them both at the Goodwill Gala (both POV's for Gilbert and Silvio), also Carlo!

Sorry if Nokoto and Jin come off as dicks here- it's Morgan's first impression of them and so none really knows them unless otherwise specified-

Wtf- this was originally gonna be just Gil and Sil- T-T

Silvio and Morgan

TW: Implications of abuse

Morgan's perspective:

Morgan was in a city on the mountainside that separated Bennonite and Obsideian. Exaughsted, pain, runaway, Obsidianate. All those things were clear just by looking at them.

But they were ignored.

Eventually they just collapsed in the middle of the road.

"Whats this?"

They weakly looked up at a blue haired man. The man sighed and picked up Morgan.

"Come on- let's get ya fixed up"

He took them to a tailor shop first and got them some clothes that actually fit them.

Then he took them to a villa that he owned and let them rest there for the night.

The next morning a grand brekfast was before them.

They couldn't eat it.

"..."

"What? Do you need permission to eat?"

'I don't trust you.'

"... did you do anything to me..."

"How dare you- I didn't do shit. I could have any woman I want lady."

Morgan teared up and shook at the aggressiveness of the steange man, muttering an apology.

"Names Silvio Ricci. That's the name of the man who rescued you... I dont expect much. I just want to help ya out..."

His tone clearly changed... but why?

"Whats your name?"

"Huh..?"

"I'm sure ya got a name right? If you don't I-"

"... Morgan. I-im Morgan."

It was probably clear I haven't used that name before... but... I've changed... I am differnt so. I want to be the new me around 'Silvio'

"Got a family name?"

"Solase-"

Probably should choose a new last name too- dad is a good buisness man. So... its best to cut that tie too...

"Morgan Solase, ok"

This man ate very elegantly. And wore clearly expensive things. He probably was a nobleman at the very least, maybe even a Bennonite prince?

'If i made it...'

"...where are we?"

"Bennonite, don't worry, you escaped"

A wave of relief crashed over them. Tears flooded from their eyes.

Silvio sighed and went over to them, a hand gentley wiped their tears. They shook at first before relaxing into the gesture.

"Don't worry... you're safe now... I'll help ya get a good life here..."

They nodded and just sobbed quietly

Silvios POV:

Silvio was on a mission for the king. Aparantly warriors from Obsidian have found a way trough the mountains and are causeing troubble.

He was in a crowd of people, before a brunette caught his eye. Everyone was ignoring her, and she looked like she crawled out of hell.

Well, at the very least- Obsidian by the clothing.

He walked over to the collapsed woman

"Come on- let's get ya fixed up-"

He got them some clothes, paying for it with no mind to the price.

He then took her to the villa he was staying in while he was visiting.

She fell asleep on the carrage ride there, he sighed a bit. A little annoyed he dosenr get to question the lady and get her name at least. But... she was clearly exaughsted.

He had Carlo take her to the guest room and had the extra clothes that already fit there too.

He needed to have a spy look into some Obsidian Military wives. What else could she be?

When the next morning came around, Silvio was haveing his normal drink and brekfast, waiting for the special guest.

When she showed up, oddly enough, it was a mix of a underdress and the pants that she wore before. Odd

When she sat down, she just silently stared at the food.

'She dosent trust me'

"What, ya need permission to eat?"

'You can- you don't have ta starve yourself-'

"... did you do anything to me..."

'... the hell happend to you while in Obsidian.'

"How dare you- I didn't do shit. I could have any woman I want lady."

She flinched and looked at her lap

'Shit. I scared her. She is a skiddish puppy right now...'

"Names Silvio Ricci. That's the name of the man who rescued you... I dont expect much. I just want to help ya out..."

"Whats your name?"

'Atleast tell me that'

"Huh..?"

"I'm sure ya got a name right? If you don't I-"

"... Morgan. I-i'm Morgan."

'Heh, it works well for ya'

"Got a family name?"

'Real or fake names, it's somethjng to call you and a good start for everything that's gonna happen'

"Solase-"

"Morgan Solase, ok"

'It fits well-'

Silvio continued to eat, in hopes she gets an appetite to ear aswell.

"...where are we?"

'You don't know just by my name? Obsidian is quite cut off then-'

"Bennonite, don't worry, you escaped"

Relief washed over her face as tears welled up.

'Great a crybaby like... I'll do better this time...'

Silvio got up and wiped their tears, just like he did with Valerio.

"Don't worry... you're safe now... I'll help ya get a good life here..."

'Thank you for this chance Valerio...'

Gilbert and Morgan:

Before meeting Silvio, Morgan was known as Viola Fox

And I haven't yet finished Gilbert's route- I just started it- so- y e a h

Viola's POV:

Dad had picked her up from school that day and now he was talking to a seemingly rich man about buisness.

Viola didn't really care tough, she was busy giveing the family horse treats! She really adored the animal.

"Hey! Another kid!"

A boy with black hair and red eyes rushed over to Viola excitedly.

"Woah- slow down- we don't wanna spook her-"

"Oh- sorry-"

The boy walked over to her, smileing happily

She didn't pay too much mind. Sunshine, their white horse, was jn need of affection after a long day if school.

"Whats your name?"

"I'm Viola- what's yours?"

"I'm Gilbert!"

They both smiled at eachother as they talked about things that kids would talk about.

"I'm surprised your horse isn't scared-"

"Why would she be?"

"Animals don't often like me..."

"Wanna pet her!?"

Viola grinned and took the boys hand and leads it to petting the horse.

"Ah- prince Gilbert! What are you doing outside?-"

"There was another kid so I-"

"You know you'll get sick if you do- you can invite your friend inside next time- alright?-"

Gilbert looked down and nodded a bit. Viola just smiled at him.

"Hey- that means there will be a next time! I'll be sure of it and come again with my dad!"

"Really!"

Viola grinned and nodded, earing a hug from Gilbert before they parted.

Gilbert's POV:

Gilbert was inside a manchine in one of the locations that his family had taken over. They had been gaurded of him because he was recently sick from traveling to such a location for his studies.

He. Was. Bored.

Then, the door was awnserd. So, why not cause some mischift?

He saw two men, one of the ministers and probably a seller. He looked outside to get an idea of what was being sold.

But the goods didn't catch his eye. It was a girl, around his age. She was tending to the horse loveingly.

He was excited. He wasn't alone anymore!

He ran out an exit nearby.

"Hey! Another kid!"

He couldn't help it, he was running, he wasn't the best but, he couldn't hold it back.

"Woah- slow down- we don't wanna spook her-"

"Oh- sorry-"

Hm? Oh right- animals often get spooked by him. He quickly slowed down, exaughstion comeing in quick, but he made it to the girl.

"Whats your name?-"

He barely managed to ask it, but the girl seemed distracted by the horse. Atleast he wouldn't appear weak-

"I'm Viola! What's yours?"

"I'm Gilbert!"

He wasn't going to say his last name- he didn't want her to fear him. He wanted a friend.. like Chalaver- except a girl- and much closer too!

Now to keep the conversation going!

"I'm surprised your horse isn't scared-"

"Why would she be?"

He was a little shocked by that. But, also appriviative of it.

"Animals don't often like me..."

Then, he saw a glow in her eyes

"Wanna pet her!?"

He was shocked, then she grabbed his hand and led him to gentley pet the horse. It was nice... to not have something fear you..

But... all good things must come to an end-

"Ah- prince Gilbert! What are you doing outside?-"

He frowned softly and looked at the servant

"There was another kid so I-"

He tried to protest, he wanted to stay, he wanted to be a kid...

"You know you'll get sick if you do- you can invite your friend inside next time- alright?-"

He looked down. He was going to lose any chance again. She knew he was a prince now... she knew he was sick. She knew he was a weak prince...

"Hey- that means there will be a next time! I'll be sure of it and come again with my dad!"

Viola smiled a comforting and safe smile at him. It meant the world to him. He couldn't help but grin back at the girl

"Really!"

She glowed like the sun...

Carlo:

It was after Silvio saved them, and they cried infront of the man.

Carlo walked in after the two of them had brekfast.

"Morgan, this is Carlo, my Marine Biologist."

They both just- kind of, quietly waved at eachother

"Ok- so no leaveing you two alone because its gonna be weird"

"I don't get why we would have to talk... its just to fill the silence in the air that sometimes make people uncomfortable..."

Carlo just excitedly nodded in agreement

"I know- it's just so annoying to come up with little things to talk about when it's just stupid and uninteresting to the both of us!"

"Exactly"

They smiled a bit at the glimmer of understanding.

Sarel:

TW: talk of issues around minority groups

There Morgan was, Silvio asked if they could distract Sarel so he can get some information on Belle. So, they were in his office, haveing some rose tea.

'You better find something important Silvio.'

They let out a soft sigh.

"So, I'm quite curious on how you got your job as- what was it again?-"

"The Bennotian Minority Representitive."

"Yes- that very real position. How is it"

"If you're implying I'm only there for what?- sex?- a spy?- I'm not. I'm working with the Bennotian Minorities, like myself."

"What do you mean by that?"

"I work with current and past solders, I work with immigrants, with queer people, with those who are disabled. Anyone who isn't apart of the majority who are more likely to be shut out and ignored for their problems."

"I'm sure Rohdinite has those same problems too."

"Well.. we have only recently been accepting of the LGBTQ+ and other religious beliefs..."

"Exactly. I'm going around and makekng sure those who need help get that help. I'm makeing sure harmony is among the people."

"Well, it's quite the interesting position. I'm sure if you talked to Prince Yeves and Prince Leon about this, they would be able to take that perspective in"

"Alright then..."

They let out a sigh and drank their tea.

"I do wonder, what about you brought the Jangler to you?"

"Prince Silvio found me on the streets. I was suffering... so he took me in and found me a job where I exell at..."

"So we are much alike in that."

"Witch prince found you?"

"It was actually the king-"

"Atleast you get along with yours..."

Morgan felt a migrane thinking about the Bennotian king and how much they wanted to hit him over the head with a chair. Or his throne. That works too.

"Yes, it was quite the experence for a poor boy to suddenly be moved to the palace and take care of a bunch of princes-"

"That..."

They recognized the parentification. But quieted themself. The king could still be alive... if they are telling the truth of course- so they quieted themself

"We're you going to say something?"

They shook their head, and the two of them talked about their princes and some politics aswell. It ended up being a good talk

Rio:

Morgan's new job was to distract Rio since they have Sarel a little distracted with a Rohdinite Minority Representitive.

Honestly, unexpected but they were glad Sarel took in their perspective. But now- it's time to focious on Rio

"Thank you for comeing into town with me- Carlo was too busy to come-"

"Carlo...?"

"A good friend of mine, he also works for Silvio-"

Rio's face imedeately looked annoyed, and he didn't try to hide it. That was one good thing

"Ok, I won't talk about him while we're out. But I do want to do some bakeing- do you know any good places?"

Rio excitedly nodded and the two of them went around the local town and bought the groceries needed for Morgan's goal

"What are you going to make if I may ask?"

"Well, I'm best when I bake cookies- so I'd tought I should make some for everyone- but I am also good with pie crust... no- cookies are easier to share among big groups!"

Rio giggled a bit

"Something about that reminds me of my misteress-"

"Hm? I wonder why... but I'm glad I remind you if someone who clearly means alot to you"

They smiled at Rio

"As a treat for helping me today, you will be my taste tester!"

Rio smiled and nodded a bit

"Alright! That abounds good!"

Morgan could just see his tail wags excitedly. He and Silvio really are brothers...

When Morgan finished the cookies they gave Rio one and kept one to themself.

"Oh wow! Its amazing!"

Morgan smiled brightly and ate their own

"Really! I'm glad! I can't wait to share them with everyone!"

Little did they know, an eye was watching them. Silently. J e a l i o u s l y.

Luke:

Morgan was walking in the garden, admiring it. They still couldn't get used to palaces and palace liveing after a year of it. It wasn't consistent tough... so that's alright-

Then- they were knocked over by something heavy falling from the sky

"Huh...? What?- a soft landing?-"

The man looked down at Morgan and realized

"Oh! I'm sorry- I didn't mean to fall out of the tree-"

Luke got up and helped Morgan up

"Its alright- I've been trough worse-"

They shrugged it off and dusted any bit of dirt off themself. They also moved their body to check to see if anything broke or sprained.

Luke clearly felt guilty tough

"But- hm... how about I get us some sweets as an apology- I know a good place- and I heard you really like them-"

"Yes- alright let's go!"

They grinned excitedly as Luke took them to a stall that sells honey sweets and got some for the both of them.

"Well- let's dig in!"

It's so sweet! It tastes amazing! The honey brings out the texture of the pastry very well.

Luke seems just as jovial eating it as they were

They did wonder who told him about their love of sweets tough...

Emma

"You must be the mysterious Morgan right?"

Morgan turned around to see the actual mystery. Emma, the brand new noblewoman who appeard out of nowhere.

"And you must be the just as mysterious Emma-"

The lady giggled and smiled. It... kind of hurt Morgan.

"So, did you need anything from me?"

"I wanted to thank you for the cookies- they were amazing! Yeves level I daresay-"

"Woah- I wouldn't go as far as to compare me to Prince Yeves- but thank you so much for appriciateing them-"

The overwhelming anxiety came over them. Was it as good as when- they shook their head

"Hm? What's wrong Morgan?"

"Just- bad memories- that's all..."

Emma hugged Morgan, holding them close and a comforting tight.

"I'm sorry someone as sweet as you had to go trough something bad..."

They quietly hugged her back

"Thanks for careing... it means alot..."

The sound of two footsteps walking away was heard

Nokoto

Morgan was just nicely existing. Talking to some of the maids and helping them because gotta do s o m e t h i n g that involves moveing.

"So, this must be one of Silvios darling treasures~"

"Nope"

Nokoto was clearly shocked by the coldness comeing off of Morgan

"Oh? Then why not lear-"

"I'm married. So I'm no..."

They froze. They... ran away... and... left the ring... made themself appear dead so...

"Huh? Already? That's quite young to go trough a marriage, must've been a noble one or a military one"

"... yeah... my spouse died..."

'Lie... get out of this... help...'

"Oh- I didn't know-"

"Yeah well now you do- so-"

Morgan was quick to turn around, and get a face full of Gilbert

"Hm? What's wrong my butterfly?"

'No- nononono-'

"E-excuse me- I need to go to the bathroom-"

They quickly ran off, barely keeping themself together.

When they made it. They locked the door, and just sobbed and heaved over the toilet.

Licht

A knock came on the guest room door of the room Morgan resided in. So what else were they going to do other than get up and awnser it?

"Hello?"

It was prince Licht at the door. What does he want?

"Hello. You are the one who baked those cookies right?"

"Uh- yeah- that was me-"

"Good. I want you to bake this recipe for me. If you aren't busy."

Morgan looked over the recipie. Didn't Yeves bake this earlier?

"D-"

"Yeves made it earlier, I want to compare. Everything should be in the kitchen already."

Morgan nodded and the two of them went into the kitchen to bake.

They didn't mind the silence. It was actually nice. They understood why Yeves favord Licht already from this.

"...Nokoto would like to apologize, but feels as if you wouldn't like to see him so soon after he insulted you"

"Hm? It wasn't an insult- it was ignorance- so it's fine. I just- don't like talking about my ex husband.."

Licht nodded a bit as things went back to being quiet.

Morgan pulled the pastry out of the oven, putting it onto the cooling rack to cool down.

The silence between the two of them was comfortable.

After a bit Morgan had the pastry plated for Licht.

"Thank you, you may also have some too"

They nodded, relaxing a bit and giveing themself a serving of the sweet aswell.

They both dug into the food with a little smile on their faces.

"Its good"

"Thanks..."

Jin

"May I try something?"

"What is it?"

Jin was stareing at their chest often. It pissed Morgan off. They can't get rid of their tits no matter what they did. There wasn't a safe way for them yet.

Jin then grabbed. Their. Fucking. Tits.

"I knew it- so big and plump... soft and round... so perfect..."

"Let. Go. Of. Me."

Morgan did everything they could to not grab the daggar on their belt and stab Jin for this.

Jin did let go of them

"You have quite the lovely pair of boobs, why hide them?"

"You're lucky. That's all I'll say."

Morgan quickly stormed off to their room.

Clavis

So- Morgan sat at the bottom of a pit.

Clavis managed to find them

"Look at that, I managed to find something new in one of my traps~"

"Can you let me out now-?"

"What do i get if I do? You Bennotians thrive on trades so humor me"

"I'll awner one question that you have that isn't political"

"Makes sence since this is quite personal. Deal."

Clavis then pulled Morgan out of the pit and helped them get cleaned of, he even checked for ingeries.

"Now, for my question."

Morgan readied themself

"What is the name you were born with?"

Morgan sighed, but a deal is a deal

"Viola Fox"

"Hm? The Obsidinite salesmans child?"

Morgan didn't respond, makeing Clavis chuckle a bit

"Well, we did agree on one question, so of course you wouldn't confirm or deny it~ you're quite entertaining. I see why Silvio and Gilbert seem so interested in keeping you"

Chalaver

Morgan and Silvio sat infront of Chelaver in the communications faction office. Both were clearly annoyed

"What the hell do you want us here for."

"To inform you that you have an Obsidinite spy. The one you call Morgan"

"I would be a shitty spy. Because I'm the one who gave Clavis the information to find me."

"They were clearly from Obsidian when I found them."

"I've done work to improve Bennonite and get help to Obsidian commoners."

"They fuckin freak when they see Eyepatch. So nice try."

Clavis couldn't help but laugh. Chaliver looked annoyed. Nokoto couldn't look at Morgan. While Luke was quite shocked.

What was clear tough, was Morgan and Silvio being united against Obsidian.

"I see. Then this meeting is over. Purple. Blue."

The two of them quickly left the office. Both a bit annoyed at Chalaver and Clavis.

Leon

Once again there was a knock on Morgan's door. So they went to awnser it.

"Hello, I heard you make some amazing sweets, wanna make some with me?-"

Morgan was shocked by the friendliness

"Youre- not upset? Scared? Wanting me dead?"

"Why should I? You haven't done anything bad, if anything you have been helping us all."

Morgan smiled softly and nodded a bit

"Alright, let's go and bake!"

The two of them baked and chatted a bit, Morgan directing g the prince in what needing to be done, smileing and relaxed.

"And now we put them in the oven until the underside is golden brown and the middle isn't mushy-"

Leon nodded

"You are quite skilled, have you been bakeing awhile-"

"Yeah- been bakeing since I was a kid- I'm surprised you needed me to help since you have the master baker of a brother"

"Well he perfers to bake alone or have Licht there as his taste tester. Otherwise I'm quite busy"

Morgan nodded, they have helped out Silvio with his work, so they completely understand that bit.

"I'm glad you take the time to help your people... not everyone can do that... so it's quite appriciated-"

"I'm glad to hear that from a fellow worker of the people."

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