#I'm not ready for the mischaracterization

[bi-panicatthedisco]

Beyond The Screen.

Scarabia Part.

[Heya, author here! Love the scarabia dudes! Kalim may be my favorite out of them, but Jamil has grown on me so much haha. I hope I didn't mischaracterize them too badly lolol, this is one of my first times writing them this extensively. But as always, remember to drink some water and get some rest! And I hope you have a great rest of your day!!!]

One of the last things you would've expected after downloading a game like twisted wonderland, is for the characters to leave the dang game and show up irl! But things rarely go as you expect, and this is something it's nice to be wrong about.

It was a pretty regular day when it happened, just sitting down and playing twst. Only for an impromptu single pull on the banner, turning into SSR particles and a fancy coffin. Of course you're getting excited. But instead of showing your new card, you have the character fall right out of your screen onto the floor in front of you. Oh goodness gracious...

-----------------Kalim al-Asim-----------------

Kalim practically falls onto your lap, he looks excited to see you. He's been waiting a long time to meet the player! They've been really nice to him just like a friend, and he's never been able to say it back! As soon as he realized he was gonna see you in person, he became super happy. Obviously he wants to hug his friend!

"PLAYER!!! Ahaha I'm so glad to see you! This definitely calls for a party! Jamil? Oh, I guess Jamil couldn't come with. Maybe I can go back and bring him, since he really wanted to meet you too? Huh, I don't actually know how to go back though. Well no need to focus on that! I can throw a party just for us right now, then I can figure out how to get Jamil here too so we can all celebrate together!"

And throw a party he did! It might not have been as elaborate as his usual parties back at scarabia, but it was a heck of a time! Even despite the confusion that still is lingering from a Fictional Character showing up in your house. Who's currently setting up a game of mancala, and completely ready to teach you the rules if you don't understand. It's super fun!!

Kalim is having the time of his life, I mean he gets to hang out with the player for the foreseeable future? And they're being really nice to him? This is a dream come true! He knew they would be close if he ever got to meet them. I mean they were really nice to him even while he was just a character to them! He already knows they'll let him stay with them, and he can't wait to get to know them better!

-a few months later-

There's never a dull day with Kalim. Even when he isn't throwing a party, he's pulling you to look at some new thing he made, or a new pet he adopted. Even though he understands he can't buy you as many gifts as he'd want too, having given you his jewelry early on to pay for his stay here. He still makes you a lot of homemade gifts! Often based off the things you do together, when he insists you show him around your world.

Kalim has been having the grandest time as well! Not only has he gotten much closer to you than basically anyone else, but he doesn't have to worry about assassination attempts! Your world is so amazing! He wishes he could stay here forever! That doesn't mean he'll give up on finding his way back home, but... Maybe he put it on hold. And he has to admit he doesn't like the feeling he gets when you mention him going home.

"Huh? Home? Yeah, I've been working on it! I bet Jamil is worried sick about me. But I wanna focus on enjoying the time with you right now! Can we just do that for awhile longer? Please...? Sorry haha, I don't wanna bring the mood down!"

Kalim looks... Anxious? Just for a moment. He doesn't wanna go home if it means leaving you, but he doesn't even know how to say that. He just knows he won't leave if he can help it!

------------------Jamil Viper-------------------

Jamil manages to catch himself fairly easily, not one to be caught off guard by a simple drop. What does catch him off guard however is fully seeing your face for the first time, so close he could reach out and touch it. His breath catches for an instant before he regains his composure. Shaking his head before speaking.

"Ahem, sorry player. It's lovely to meet you. Although I have technically Met you before, through your screen I mean... Nevermind. in any case, I trust you'll let me stay here with you? Unless all those words of flattery were false~"

He has a sly grin on his face as he takes your hand in his, obviously already knowing how much you care about him. And believe me, he's ready to take full advantage of this. Please understand he doesn't intend to misuse your good intentions, but he does fully intend to exploit them as far as they'll go. I mean, you know better than most people who he is, and yet you still care about him. You're either naive, or just don't know what you're getting into.

Either way, Jamil loaths to admit he's grown (very slightly!!!) fond of you through that screen. And will not let that affection you have for him stray, even the slightest bit. Here, he won't have to hide anything or hold back. Here, he can be completely free. So he's not going to let that slip away. He's already planning how best to keep everything perfect, and he's not above using his unique magic should it become necessary. Although deep down, he really hopes it doesn't come to that.

-a few months later-

It's nice having someone around to help with the chores, Jamil knows that more than anyone. So of course he's been doing that for the last few months, and still getting up early to make breakfast before going to a job he was able to get. It was just at a fast food place, but he quickly become a manager. So it's not the worst? He'll never bring you food from there if he can help it though, he doesn't want you eating anything except for his cooking.

He's been becoming increasingly paranoid about you, a strange feeling in his gut whenever you leave your home without him. Worries and doubts just don't leave anymore, except for when you're near and have your eyes solely on him. He's not sure what this feeling is exactly, but he already promised himself he wouldn't hold back at all in this world. Especially when you come up to him and ask again about when he's going home.

"Sigh... We've had this conversation a hundred times, I'm working on it. Don't you trust me? And besides that, is there a reason you want me gone so badly? Here I thought I was one of your favorites. ...nevermind, I made dinner. It's your favorite. Let's just eat."

Hmph he might as well not start a fight, it'd be frustrating to have you upset with him. But he's never going back to that world, not while you're in this one.

[transmasc-slykinnie]

Projects my religious trauma onto the twink from a game with pretty bad writing

[good-wine-and-cheese]

Gambling Apocalypse Tenma AU

As I rewatch Kaiji I inevitably end up wanting to combine show I like with other show I like and stuffing fav characters into show. So here we are.

This was uh going to be a short summary type thing but I accidentally wrote a novella about it sorry

This AU starts off with a much more depressive Tenma. After Tobio's death, rather than immediately pour his grief into developing a robot version of his son, he recedes into himself, psychologically paralyzed, likely turning to alcohol to drown out his anguish.

His mental state is taken as an opportunity within the Ministry of Science to have him ejected from his position; Tenma was never the most well-liked director, and there were those with ambition to usurp him that would jump at the chance. Not that he especially cares in his state.

He's eventually dragged out of his stagnation by Ochanomizu - who, inadvertently, becomes the very catalyst pushing Tenma to develop a robot replacement to his child. This was not what he meant by encouraging Tenma to fill the void left by his son.

...But, well, he is no longer the director of the Ministry of Science. His access to limitless government funds and resources for "scientific research" has been cut off, and this is a project he cannot finance on his own. He can't ask Ochanomizu for help, but...interestingly...a representative of a certain shady organization known as the Teiai Corporation reaches out to him, offering to finance and support his project. A sane and well-minded Tenma might think better of it, but grieving and desperate, Tenma accepts their offer and is able to create a robot in the image of his beloved Tobio. For a while, there's joy in his life.

But the bill, as ever, comes due: Tenma must pay up, and the very resources that had been at his disposal will certainly ensure that he will, or else. Of course, he doesn't have the money; instead, he is given a choice. He can relinquish the robot Tobio in order to wipe out his debt - the child is a sophisticated and powerful robot, after all - or he can participate in a certain illicit event hosted by the Teiai Corporation.

It's nothing major...just a four-hour gambling cruise with a collection of desperate, damned souls that were also swept into debt with Teiai. The conditions are simple: Those who choose to participate are given a chance to clear their debts wholesale should they win. And should they lose...?

Well...no one really knows what happens to the losers seized by Teiai. It's said that they labour away their debts under Teiai's watchful eye and are freed once their work has covered their debts, though it's rumoured that most perish before they reclaim freedom.

There's only one answer Tenma can give, of course; he's not willing to lose Tobio again.

Thus is Tenma's debut into the Gambling Apocalypse, where he must become cutthroat in order to survive; if he wants to see his son again, he must make choices that will doom the hapless to miserable servitude, with a nonzero chance it ends in their death.

He survives the cruise, but of course, it was hardly enough to clear his debt; the cruise was never going to be the end of it. Teiai doesn't let go of its victims that easily. He will be called on again: this is a weight that hangs over him, all while he returns to his son Tobio. The same hands that have pushed innocents into hell must now be the hands that can embrace his child.

He wants to protect Tobio from the truth and enjoy what peaceful moments he's allowed with his son, but it's difficult. It's difficult to be the parent of a child who cannot understand the danger that looms ahead; this "happy" home is not to last. Tenma angers quickly and easily. He turns that anger onto Tobio.

As Teiai's games become more and more vicious and unrelenting, as his conscience holds onto the last vestiges of thread that remain, Tenma even threatens, once, to give the boy in: it would all end, then; the debt would be clear and no longer would he have to endure Tobio's childish annoyances, his ungratefulness.

The next time that Tenma is beckoned, Tobio takes matters into his own hands. He does understand, now; and he would have, if only Tenma had bothered to explain sooner. If it's a debt that needs clearing, he will work. He will help his father clear his debts however he can. Of course, it's difficult to find work as a child; but a circus troupe finds amusement in the idea of a child robot, and takes him in. He is whisked into a certainly unpleasant working situation, but he remembers his father, and what he must be enduring. Tobio, also, will endure.

When Tenma returns, Tobio is gone.

All that held Tenma back from becoming something monstrous has disappeared. All that kept him going has disappeared. When he is called upon by Teiai, there is no knowing what sort of person might come out the other end; whether a monster clawing his way to freedom regardless of what actions he must take, or a desolate husk surrendering defeat.

There is still a light, however dim: Found by Professor Ochanomizu and rescued from the circus, Tobio - now Atom - is able to shed light on the situation which Tenma took great pains to keep hidden from his old friend. With time running out, Ochanomizu and Atom must do what they can to save Tenma - from Teiai, and from himself.

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UHHH and that's a wrap!!!! I couldn't quite decide which way Tenma would go after hitting Rock Bottom in this AU, and tbh it would really depend on the kind of mental state he's in at the time. On the one hand I like the narrative of Ochanomizu and Tobio racing to prevent Tenma from crossing a line (actual outright murder probably) - or having to pull him back into humanity (and yknow, his ensuing penance)

But on the other hand having him get sent to Teiai Evil Hell Prison would be interesting because a) there's a lot of narrative potential having Tenma faced with what Teiai is doing with the people that lose the games and b) need him to decimate the foreman at chinchirorin Kaiji style

Tenma's whole character is definitely a much different guy in this AU, he starts off pretty sympathetic, the guy you wanna root for, he just ends up having an inverse character arc where he gets worse instead of better. His conflict with "Tobio" is also kind of reversed, less about being unsatisfied with Tobio as a son and more not being able to handle the fact that he probably has intense PTSD now and isnt capable of coping with it in a way conducive to being a parent (or like, coping at all)

Anyway that's gambling apocalypse tenma!!!

[naydralikessoup]

appreciation post for 'always on my mind' on the kingdom hearts 1 soundtrack. finishing the game and hearing that is transcendent

[fictoweirdoesten]

Lads Guys Feed a Self-Sabatoging User ♡

(self-sabatoging as in, starving themselves on purpose)

cw/tw: gn! reader (sylus and zayne's readers are implied to be short). a lot of these are suggestive, but not really nsfw/smut. reader doesn't talk, and is implied mute. self harm (starving, but also scratching from Sylus's reader). insecurities (and a whole lot of them: body/weight, face, academic, creative/artistic). implied episode with xavier's reader. codependency. dissociating. feeding (force feeding from caleb). age regression from reader if you squint. use of pet names (baby, darling, honey, sweetie, kitten, pipsqueak, cutie).

a/n: idk why I even make stories anymore I suck at them and barely anyone cares. This is just self-indulgent since I'm going through an episode and haven't eaten the whole day and I thought I'd share this anyway. I'm sorry if I mischaracterized any of the li's. caleb is my main and I barely pay attention to xavier or sylus that much.

lazy layout because im tired and hungry, sorry.

Xavier

Xavier pouts, placing the bag of fried chicken on the nightstand beside you. He crosses his arms, eyeing you for a moment.

“So that brain of yours is the reason I haven't heard from you all day huh?” He groans, sitting down beside you. He lets out an exaggerated sigh, and his voice becomes quieter, more childish.

“And here I am, wanting to enjoy some fried chicken with my partner…”

He suddenly feels you tug at his sleeve. He glances at you, still keeping up the act as he sees the guilt in your eyes, the silent plea. He sighs, suddenly laying on top of you as he rests his head against your chest.

“I'm really low on attention, yknow. I'm gonna start sulking like you in a minute.” He nuzzles against your chest, his index finger moving to your cheek as he pokes you lightly. “Tell your brain to leave you alone.”

He sees the corners of your lips twitch, threatening to smile. The act is working, so he doesn't relent just yet. His arms wrap around your waist, and as he gets ready to whine some more, he suddenly feels the growl of your stomach.

“See? Even your stomach can't resist some good ol’ fried chicken.”

He reaches over to the bag, opening the box of chicken and grabbing a leg. He shoves the chicken leg in your face, nudging it against your lips.

“I know you want some,” he teases, a smug smirk on his face. “C'mon honey, just a bite, please?”

He watches as you reluctantly part your lips, biting down on the crispy chicken leg. Your eyes sparkle, a faint smile on your lips that tempts him into pinching your cheeks and teasing you even more. “You're so damn cute,” he whispers, before leaning in and licking the stray crumb from the corner of your lips, feeling you squirm underneath him.

“Can we hurry and eat, please? I'm starting to get an appetite for something else, too…”

Sylus

Sylus takes his time moving to the room. His aloof expression as he gets closer to the door masks his anticipation to see you. He grabs the knob, opening it gently as a smirk creeps on his face.

But then, right as he was about to call out your name, he pauses.

He sees your body curled up on the bed, and for a moment he thinks you're sleeping. He scoffs, walking to the bathroom on the left side of the room to get changed. The sound of you shifting underneath the covers however, causes him to pause once more.

“Sweetie…are you awake?” He watches as you nod, so he makes his way over to the side of the bed you're laying on. “So you're upset then. Tell me what's wrong.” He kneels down in front of you, but you don't respond to him. Your head is buried in the pillow, so he can't read your expression. He sighs, glaring at you silently. But he isn't irritated, rather he's just confused and worried.

“At least let me see your face,” but you shake your head this time, clenching onto the pillow. His eyebrow twitches, and he lets out a grunt at your stubborn defiance. He moves his hand to your hair, slowly gripping on it as a warning. But you still don't move, so he yanks, not enough to hurt you too much, but enough for him to finally get a look at your face.

“I value your choice, kitten. But when you start to concern me like…this…”

He's suddenly at a loss for words. His jaw clenches as he scans your face with his eyes, noticing the fresh scaring all over. This isn't the first time you've done this, so he knows what's bothering you. He grabs your hand, tugging you out of the bed. He doesn't say anything as he makes his way to the bathroom, but the way he tightens his grip on your hand tells you everything.

He stops once he stands in front of the bathroom mirror, pulling you against his chest. He grabs your shoulders, straightening your posture. He then kneels down once more, grabbing your chin and forcing you to look at the mirror, at your reflection.

“Do you know what I see?”

You shake your head.

“Well, I see a beautiful, strong person in front of me. And, I also see someone who's incredibly lucky to be by their side.”

You give him a look, and he smirks at your stubbornness, tapping his index finger on your temple.

“Of course, the beautiful person I am referring to here is you, and the one who is lucky is me.”

He watches as you begin to tear up, and his thumb gently rubs your lower eyelid as a tear escapes. “Kitten, if I ever thought less of you, you wouldn't be here right now. Remember that.”

He watches you nod before his hands move to your hips, suddenly picking you up and carrying you over to the sink before sitting you down on top of the counter.

“You didn't eat, did you?” You glance down at your thighs with a guilty look on your face, and he sighs.

“Luke! Kieran!”

–

You lay on the bed, sitting up. He sits beside you on the edge of the bed, a bowl of fruit in his other hand.

“If Mephisto was a real bird, this would be exactly how I would feed him,” Sylus smirks, watching as you open your mouth for him to move a piece of fruit to your lips. You playfully bite down on his finger, before licking around it. He shifts, but doesn't pull away, instead moving the finger you licked to your bottom lip, tapping against it.

“Ah-Ah. I'm not in the mood to punish naughty birds right now.”

-Is what he says, but the way he's eyeing your neck…you know that mood won't last very long.

Rafayel

“Cuuutie!” Rafayel calls out, walking into the studio. He sets the bag in his grip down on a nearby table. He glances around the mess he left behind earlier while he was painting. He groans, scratching the back of his head as he lets out a sigh. “Heeey! If you clean this mess up for me, I'll give you-”

He stops when he sees you standing in front of one of his most recent paintings hanging on the wall. That one was just for practice, to get his creative juices flowing.

“Don't stare at it too long, or you'll get sucked in!” He jests, walking closer to you as he wraps his arms around your waist.

And then he feels it. Your stomach growls, and you feel…flatter. He tenses up, noticing how unresponsive you are, the unreadable expression on your face. “C-Cutie…?” He calls out, but you don't respond to him. Your eyes are fixated on his painting. He gulps, not knowing what to do or how to get you to respond to him. He suddenly notices the unfinished painting on the easel beside him, and it clicks.

“Hey…you're not comparing my art to yours, are you?” You flinch, and he sighs, relaxing a bit as he nuzzles his face into your neck. “How many times do I have to tell you, hm?” He turns you around so you face him, his arms around your waist pulling you closer to him. “Standards used to critique art are unnecessary rules. Besides, I think your art is quite lovely already.” His smile widens when he feels you start to relax.

And then your stomach rumbles again, and he lets out a sigh as he grabs your hand and leads you to the front of the studio, where a takeout bag rests on the coffee table.

“Sit. We're eating.” So you sit, watching as he unties the bag. “Sushi. Your favorite-oh, and I asked for no cucumbers this time. You can praise me now, yknow.” Rafayel takes the containers out of the bag and sets it in front of you as he sits down beside you. He opens it for you, grabbing a pair of chopsticks and swiftly rolling them together.

“Say ‘aaaaaah’!” You blink at him, but reluctantly open your mouth anyway. He scoffs, not quite expecting you to actually obey him. He takes a piece of sushi from your container and slowly moves it to your lips. You bite down on it, letting out a hum at the taste as you swallow. He watches as your face brightens up, letting out a ‘tsk’ before moving to grab another piece of sushi.

“See how satisfying it is to eat? So like, maybe we shouldn't starve ourselves again…yeah?”

Zayne

Zayne takes his coat off, hanging it on the rack as he shuts the door behind him.

He calls out your name, but you don't respond. He quickly tenses at the lack of response from you, moving to the bedroom before opening the door.

He scans the room, but he doesn't see you. He pulls out his phone, checking to see if you responded to the messages he had sent you earlier, or even left him on read…but nothing.

He panics, but before he starts turning tables, his eyes glance over at the bathroom. He knocks gently, hearing a swish sound from the tub, but you still don't respond to him. “I'm coming in,” he sighs, slowly opening the door.

His hand moves to the wall, quickly finding the light switch before flicking the lights on. He watches as you squint, groaning at the sudden light.

“Sorry, but I need to see you properly.” He walks over to you, kneeling down as he gets a good look at your face. “What's the matter?”

You press your lips together, glancing away from him. He frowns, but he doesn't push you further. Instead he grabs your hand from under the water, analyzing it.

“Your hands are pruney. You've been in here too long. Let's go.”

When you show no signs of moving, he decides to scoop you up instead. He places you onto the toilet lid, grabbing a towel as he dries you up. After he's finished, he carries you to the bedroom, sitting you down on the edge of the bed as he finds you something to wear.

“Arms up.”

—

He's in the kitchen, cooking a meal for the both of you once he notices you haven't eaten all day. As the rice cooks and the chicken is in the oven, he moves to the kitchen table, getting ready to rest for a bit when he notices what's on top of the table.

His diplomas. His PhD and his Masters Degree, to be exact. Zayne was a humble guy, so he never hung them up on a wall. He stored them away in a chest. He figured you must have dug them out and placed them there, but why is the question.

And then it suddenly dawns on him.

He enters the room with two plates in his hands. He sets his plate down while handing you the other plate. Usually he would mind eating in the room, but today is different.

He watches as you stare at your food, but you make no attempt at eating. He sets his plate down, grabbing your plate with one hand as he pulls you closer to him with the other.

“My lap.” And you reluctantly obey, sitting in his lap, facing him. He takes your fork and begins to feed you, moving the fork full of chicken to your lips, nudging the piece of meat until you finally decide to part your lips to eat.

“I saw the diplomas on the table.” He watches you freeze, almost choking on your food. He pats your back for comfort. “Darling, what did I say about comparing yourself to me?” He sets the plate down beside his own, his hands moving to cup your cheeks.

“You are a very talented, very smart person. Just because it takes longer for you to learn some things than others, doesn't make you ‘dumb’ or ‘stupid’.” He sees the blush creeping on your cheeks, the slight pout, and he stops himself from scoffing at the sight. He grabs the plate again, grabbing the spoon and scooping up some rice. You start to whine about him feeding you, so he hands you the plate. He watches you as you eat, a shine in his eyes only reserved for you.

“Are you thinking about going to school? I know how much you're interested in Computer Science.” He watches as your eyes glance down at him, seeing the small sparkle in your depths before it quickly fades. Zayne leans down, his forehead resting on your chest as he hums.

“You do realize that you're lucky enough to know one of the smartest people in the world, right?” Sarcasm is etched in his words as he speaks, not wanting to sound boastful or arrogant. He nuzzles his forehead against your chest, feeling your arms wrap around him. “If it's help you need, then I will gladly be your tutor. Even if it means staying up later then I already do most nights. I won't mind it.”

He sits back up, staring at you quietly, watching you lost in thought. He gently smiles, appreciating that you're taking his words into consideration, before nudging you, bringing you back into the present.

“Let's finish our food first.”

Caleb

You didn't know that Caleb was spying on you the whole day. I mean, who wouldn't be tempted when you don't even bother to look at their concerned text messages, or their numerous missed calls.

Caleb watched you sulk in your bed for hours whenever he got the chance to, watched you staring up at the ceiling as you clearly were dissociating. You've laid in that bed for nearly the entire day, only getting up to use the bathroom. You never walked to the kitchen, not once.

“This is exactly why I wanted you to live with me.”

He hurries back home, heavy footsteps getting closer to the door. His anxiety causes him to drop the keys just as he pulled them out of his pocket. He lets out a sigh, reaching down to collect what fell before unlocking the door.

He moves straight to the room you reside in, not bothering to take his boots off or his coat. “Pipsqueak!” He shouts, warning you that he's home in case you didn't hear him open the front door. He stops right in front of the door to the bedroom, letting out a sigh before resting his hand on the door knob. “I'm comin’ in, okay?”

When he opens the door, he immediately frowns seeing the current state you're in. You're clearly exhausted. Your eyes continue to look up at the ceiling, as if you didn't even notice that he walked in. He steps closer to you, gently putting his hand on your shoulder as he whispers your name.

Your eyes snap at him, eyes widening as you blink a few times. “Hey, what's got you so upset, hm?” You shook your head, too exhausted to use your voice. He understood immediately, instead choosing to scoot closer to you, laying down at the empty space beside you as his hands suddenly inch closer to your waist.

But you didn't notice, not until his gloved fingers met contact with your skin.

You flinch at the touch, pulling away from him. His eyes narrow down at you, studying your reaction. He notices the grimace in your expression, but he also notices the guilt in the depths of your eyes as well. The way you sucked your stomach in as soon as his fingers grazed your skin.

“Don't tell me the reason why you didn't eat today is,” he pauses, his eyes glancing down at your stomach once more. “...because of your weight?”

Your breath hitches, which answers his question.

“And who's the bastard responsible for suddenly making you feel this insecure, huh?”

He was careful not to touch you, but he wanted so badly to show you how much he loved you through his touch. He wanted to wrap his arms around your waist, squeeze your thighs with his hands, kiss all over your stomach while singing you sweet praises and affirmations.

He coughs, face suddenly blushing from his inappropriate thoughts.

His eyes notice your gaze trailing down to your phone beside you. You point at it while looking up at him, and he nods in return. He reaches over to grab your phone, putting in your password with ease.

The first thing he sees is a post, and the next thing he does is grab you by your shoulder to pull you closer to him as he tosses the phone to the side. His hands meet your chin, forcing you to look up at him. You notice the serious expression on his face, the same expression he uses as Colonel.

“Listen to me,” he growls, his lips grazing your ear as his hands on your shoulder tightens. “That person doesn't even compare to you. Not even close.” His lips move to your neck, placing gentle kisses that cause you to slightly squirm. He glances up at you, meeting your gaze at him.

“Do we understand? Or are you more of a visual learner?” He bites down on your neck as he continues to stare, not too harsh, but not light either. The bite, his sharp gaze, silent warnings that he won't go easy on you. You shudder, quickly nodding. He smirks, moving his lips to your cheek as he places a gentle kiss there.

“Right answer. I ordered food on my way here. Figured my cooking would take too long. It should be here at any moment.”

—

Caleb’s hand rests on your waist, his fingers caressing the side of your stomach. His other hand forces your jaw open, thumb brushing against your bottom lip. “Open wide baby.” Your lips part for him, and he proudly smiles at your obedience. He moves his hand from your jaw to the spoon, getting a spoonful of the stew sitting on the nightstand before slowly moving the utensil to your mouth. “Got somethin’ light. Figured you might want to gradually start eating again.” You swallow, letting out a hum which he chuckles to in response. “Hm. Can't believe I'm feeding you even now. Not that I'm complaining though.” You open your mouth again, which he quickly gets another spoonful of stew before bringing it to your lips. He lightly pats your stomach as you swallow it down.

“Starvin’ yourself ain't healthy, pipsqueak. If you ever feel insecure again, let it all out on me instead, ‘kay?”

[kafkaisnotdead]

Hector character analysis

I'm tired of Hector's mischaracterization (it's eather "he's an innocent cutie" or "he's a creepy stalker") so I decided to write a list of his traits first. Feel free to add your own opinions!

1. He is shy and deeply insecure (obviously).

2. However, he does not hate himself entirely. He takes pride in his role as the HVAC system. It is the way he looks that makes him self-conscious. I also feel like this confidence helps him to fight his fears so quickly, stand up for himself in the Hate Route, or even indirectly confront Keyes' arrogance.

3. He's a yearner and deeply devoted person. I feel like his intense devotion can come across as obsession to some people.

4. He lives a life of enforced solitude. His deep-rooted loneliness fuels both his devotion and his yearning. In the player, he finds the sole focus for his profound need for connection.

5. He's kind of melodramatic (he said so himself). This could be a self-defense mechanism for him - over-exaggerating his feelings to make potential rejection feel less painful.

6. He's more sensual than sexual. I'm basing this opinion on his teasing at the end of day 2 and on his fanfic.

7. But that doesn't mean he lacks a freaky side (teeth getting involved at the end of his fanfic reading… or the fact that the fanfic exists at all 😅). If you decide to spend the night with him after his Realization, you can see for yourself that he's not all talk.

8. Deep inside, he kind of feels entitled to the player's attention and affection, seeing it as a natural response to his care and devotion. This comes through more clearly in the Hate route. I feel like this entitlement is the reason he would even threaten to freeze the player to death if they were being extra mean. Although he never actually acts on his threats, using the excuse that he takes too much pride in his work.

This is probably partly his melodramatic tendencies coming through, a signal of the hurt feelings of a devoted servant. Therefore, his sense of entitlement is fundamentally different from that of the stereotypical "nice guy" who's been rejected by a girl he felt entitled to.

9. He's playful and mischievous, but this is deeply buried under his shyness. He does tease you on several occasions, and even chuckles if player get flustered by his fanfic.

I feel like him creating carnival masks in his ending really suits this trait.

10. He seeks considerable control in his life. While he enjoys the player's ability to tell him what to do, in some aspects he's adamant about doing things his way (you can see this if you pester him in the attic for 3 days in a row at the start of his route). He also easily accepts it if the player states that they don't want to control him. Perhaps his submissiveness in the relationship with the player is also a conscious choice rather than his inherent trait; that's why he freaks out when things don't go according to his plan - such as if the player approaches his grate again after he has invited them to the attic.

11. He is also kind, cares for those around him, and is ready to forgive the player's missteps (but not cruelty, not without candy, at least).

12. But most importantly, he isn't afraid to be vulnerable. He acknowledges his feelings (albeit melodramatically), his devotion, and his need. This requires profound courage, especially from someone so inherently shy.

I think that's all. Thoughts? Prayers, perchance? 😅

[dark-l-angel]

A/N : You know what? I adore this request. It’s playful, it’s layered, and it’s begging for that “behind-closed-doors” tenderness.

Now be a good girl and sit back.. let me spoil you with this.. I'll do all four batboys, because you deserve the full banquet, not just the appetizer. Cuz

Batfam x silent, shy mischaracterized reader

Dick grayson - Jason todd - Tim Drake - Damian Wayne

Dick Grayson :

Dick is the kind of man who sees through the mask. People might call you "cold" or "weird," but the first time he sees your eyes soften just a bit when you think no one's looking? Hooked. Absolutely gone.

He'll be the sunshine to your clouded day.. always teasing you gently in public, trying to coax out even the smallest smile, but never pushing.

The first time you finally let loose in private and start talking a mile a minute about something random? He just stares at you with the stupidest, most lovestruck grin.

"Oh my god, babe, this is what you were hiding? I'm the luckiest man alive."

He keeps your wild side a sacred secret. He adores that it’s his privilege alone.

He’ll even tease you about it when you're out: leans in and whispers "Careful, angel. Don't let them see how fun you are, they'll all want a piece of you."

And behind closed doors? He's either the loudest participant in your chaos, or he’s watching you go off with heart eyes, nodding like a dork.

Jason Todd :

Oh, Jason gets it. People call him intimidating too. He notices you straight away because your quiet is not absence.. it’s presence.

People whisper about you, call you scary or “odd,” and Jason internally rolls his eyes like, amateurs. They don’t know brilliance when it’s right in front of them.

The first time you finally talk his ear off in private? He melts. He doesn’t say anything at first, just listens with that soft, crooked smirk that means he’s head over heels.

He’ll tease you about your "silent assassin" public image, claiming you’re his partner in crime.

"Yeah, she doesn’t say much. But if she does? Better listen, ‘cause it’s probably the most interesting thing you'll hear all day."

In private, he loves instigating your chaotic side: random debates over silly things, sneaky pranks, or just wild storytelling sessions where you’re the main character and he’s your loyal audience.

Protective and proud. He loves that only he gets to see your untamed side.

Tim Drake :

Oh, you had this detective hooked at "mysterious."

Tim sees the layers immediately. He’s intrigued by your quietness, and while others get uncomfortable, he feels right at home.

When you finally open up in private, his brain short-circuits.. in the best way possible.

He'll obsess (lovingly) over the way you light up talking about your interests. Expect soft smiles and attentive listening, like you’re explaining the secrets of the universe.

He also gets very soft when you get animated. He low-key records little audio memos when you go off on your rambles, not to share, just to listen to later when he’s working late at the tower.

"People think you’re quiet, but honestly? You’re louder than my thoughts, and that’s saying something."

He encourages your chaotic side gently, always ready to dive deep into your interests with you.

Bonus: If anyone dares mischaracterize you in front of him, he’ll subtly but savagely correct them with facts that leave them blinking.

Damian Wayne :

Damian adores the fact that others misunderstand you.. it means they’re too simple to deserve your energy.

He respects your silence like a fellow warrior respects the sharpness of a hidden blade.

The first time you explode with excitement in private? He’s stunned, but deeply honored.

He won’t say it out loud (he has pride, after all), but internally? Finally. She trusts me.

"Your restraint in public is admirable," he'll say with a proud little smirk, "but I prefer you like this."

He loves your chaotic side.. he calls it your "fire beneath the ice." He’ll even play along with your madness, acting all serious, but secretly enjoying every second.

Damian will cut anyone down with words if they dare to misread you. He does not tolerate disrespect towards you.

Also? He deeply respects that you only let your true self show to a chosen few. That exclusivity is something he understands all too well.

Anyway.. they are obsessed with the fact that the world sees you as an enigma, but they get the backstage access to your beautiful, chaotic soul. You’re their favorite contradiction.

To everyone else? Silent stormcloud.

To them? Thunder and lightning, baby. Loud, wild, glorious, and full of life.

A/N : my dear, you just described a dream dynamic.. truly.. and I hope you feel a little seen in this. Actually, I’ll tell you something bold: your "resting bitch face" and quiet aura? It's a power. The real fun is knowing not everyone deserves to see your wild heart. But the ones who do? Oh, they’ll never get enough of you.

[count-horror-xx]

I actually like zutara as a concept, it's a ship I'll casually read fics about them sometimes.

it's just zutara fans are fucking delusional. Stop treating their Canon partners as abusive when it's the complete opposite. Especially Mai.

Aang isn't a misogynistic monk that forces katara to be his house wife. If he did katara would leave him in a millisecond. He actually cares so much about her. It's actually Canon HE cooks and accommodates his cultural food with kataras.

And Mai was literally ready to die for zuko. Even when they just broke up, she was ready to get electrocuted by azula if it wasn't for ty lee chi blocking azula.

I'm aware it seems like she doesn't care about him the way she's quiet and aloof but I understand where she was coming as someone who somewhat has similar tendencies of being a little awkward when trying to show emotions and it coming off as being uncaring or rude. But at the end of the day she really shows she loves him, so people saying she's abusive is completely inaccurate to her character.

Her bottling up her emotions was taught by her parents as she explains in the beach episode somewhat where she had to worry about her father's reputation all the the time, forcing her to be quiet as a form of behaving.

Personally I think her quiet personality fits with Zukos loud ass, especially giving him a reality check during the beach episode calling him out for being angry all the time and how he needs to keep it in check.

Zutara is a nice ship I agree but you can ship it without mischaracterizing tf out of thier Canon partners.

[omelettewise]

Can you do a twisted wonderland x blind or mute male reader?

Characters:

Mallues, Idia + ortho and the rest is up to you. I don't mind 😼

Sorry if anything is spelled wrong. Also I wonder if Mallues and Idia can be platonic with ortho (obviously) ?

The book is collecting dust waiting for it's reader , why not give it a try ? .. another one for the pile of books by your side !

hiii ... its me again ... back umh ive decided to do it with a mute reader ! maybe ill post a blind one later (in 20 years) , i was rewriting the wattpad book .. after many misspells n cringe its back !! i love the choice of characters !! btwww the new malleus card made me go wildd THE BACK WINDOW ??? ❤️

btww (again) there might be some mischaracterization on my part since its been a while since ive actually writen not sure what the last part meant but i tried my best (i might have a favorite) (no proofread!!!!)

pronouns : you / yours

reader can be read as yuu or not (implied yuu on malleus)

– Idia barely leaves his room , so getting to know him was already hard . you two might have meet during book 6 , yet he might have seen you before because of the school cameras . He took notice of the fact that you barely talked , or talked at all .

–Idia secretly admires how you handle your muteness with grace and confidence. He wishes he had your ability to communicate without words, especially since he often struggles to find the right ones himself.

– because of him watching the cameras , now aware of the fact that you are mute due to observing your sign language as you seemed to scold grim .. in his defense the quality of the cameras is complete ass.

– Ortho was the first one to reach out for you , whether it was before or after book 6 , using himself as a translator of sign language in case any ignorant students would just ignore you.

– you warmed up to Ortho and that led you into the situation of right now .

Idia wasn't completely sure of what to do , or what to say in that matter , neither could you .. so he decided to play for a while as you sat on whatever surface you could in his bed (Ortho started to clean the room even more after that). He could feel your eyes on him , choosing to pause the game and look at you unsure of what to do but inviting you to watch him more closely .

“ I'm aware I might not be the best company right now .. but i hope you don't mind .” Idia stuttered between teeths as you took another chair and sat next to him , getting as close as physical possible with the huge gaming chair , Ortho on your right side , keeping an eye for potential sign language . A happy smile could be seen by how bright his eyes were . “ Yeah Yeah ! We adore having you here. I'm really glad Idy can have at least one Irl friend ! “ , Ortho giggled and you smiled brightly at the older Shroud , leaning in as you signed , Ortho immediately working on translation.

“ It's okay . I'm having fun just by being here ! . “

–Ortho is a curious one by nature , (look at his big ass and tell me he is not) he caught on immediately on the fact that you were mute , as i said before whether it was before or after book 6 , he was ready to lend a ‘hand’ for you to be able to communicate with people who didn't understand sign language , making your a life a lot easier , you make sure to thank him every time .

–Sometimes you and Ortho spend the rest of the day together in peace , communication between the two of you very few people can understand , as time went on Ortho may have become a very important pillar in your social life .

–He might even ask Idia to create a special accessory that can translate via detecting the movement of your hands at the moment of your signing . Ortho brings you a comforting peace whenever he is around , you can't help but love the younger brother energy he has.

Yuu and Ortho are sitting together in the Ignihyde dorm, surrounded by the soft hum of machines and glowing monitors. Ortho beams as he hands you a sleek, wrist-mounted device he and Idia have been working on.

“I call it the ‘Voice Companion!’ It translates your sign language into speech instantly, and you can customize the voice, too!” Ortho explains, his excitement palpable as he demonstrates its features.

You can't help but smile warmly and sign a heartfelt "Thank you." As the device speaks the words aloud in a gentle tone, Ortho’s eyes light up even more.

"I’ve also added a setting that lets me understand you directly through my sensors," he continues, leaning closer with genuine curiosity. "That way, even if the device isn’t working, I can still communicate with you—no tech hiccups allowed!"

Your laughter fills the room, not as sound, but in the way your eyes crinkle and your shoulders shake—a joy that Ortho immediately mirrors with his own gleeful giggles.

"Do you want to try it out during the next board game night with Idia?" Ortho asks, his enthusiasm unwavering. He’s already imagining how much easier it’ll be for you to join the conversation with his introverted brother.

You nod , your hands moving fluidly to sign, “Only if you’re on my team!” The device translates your words, but Ortho doesn’t need it to understand the teasing sparkle in your eyes. He grins and claps his hands together.

“You’ve got it! Let’s crush him together!” Ortho declares, buzzing with determination. In that moment, the bond between the two feels like its own kind of magic—a connection built on trust, creativity, and unspoken understanding.

–Malleus was curious about two things , you didn't seem to fear him, but neither did you talk  to him. It was when you communicated your name to him in sign language when he understood why.

–You being mute doesn't bother him , he probably has an uncanny ability to read your emotions through their expressions and body language. His fae senses help him pick up on even the subtlest cues, making your communication feel effortless.

–Malleus as someone who has faced isolation and misunderstanding, he is fiercely protective of you . He ensures that you are treated with respect and steps in gracefully yet firmly if anyone ever dismisses or mistreats you .

– Both you and him appreciate moments of solitude, and your relationship is built on mutual respect for each other’s need for space. This creates a tranquil world of your own where words are unnecessary.

The moonlight filters through the ancient trees of the Ramshackle yard where Malleus and you are . Fireflies dance in the gentle breeze, casting tiny glimmers across the serene pond. It’s a spot Malleus rarely shares with anyone, but tonight feels special.

Malleus crossed his arms as you leaned on the twisted trunk of an old oak, his gaze fixed on you as you signed with your hands to describe the beauty of the night. He watches your movements intently, his sharp eyes catching every flick of your fingers and every subtle change in their expression.

“I see,” he says, his voice low and warm. “You find the moon particularly enchanting tonight.”

You smile, nodding as you continue signing. Malleus moved toward the fireflies next, his hands weaving imaginary patterns in the air. You watch, your lips curving into a small, amused smile.

“You’ve captured them beautifully,” he remarks, holding his hand out to summon a small wisp of green magic. The glowing orb hovers between them, then bursts into dozens of sparkling points of light, mimicking the fireflies around you two. Your face lights up with delight as you gesture to say, Amazing.

Ortho might be my favorite ... might

[saeun]

the aftermath of being turned into an ex jujutsu kaisen — gojo satoru.

gojo's a man of commitment. if rounding up a ‘band’ to serenade you into taking him back is what'll do the trick, then he'll organize it.

+ extra. this is meant to be unserious dont attack me for mischaracterization n shi 😞

“we're done.”

“we are not!”

in the end, he got kicked out. due to the shame he felt by being kicked out of a house he once lived in, satoru actually leaves. don't party too soon though, he's going to come back within five hours.

the plan he had in mind was simple: go to the department store, buy some roses, a poster, led lights, a table, some chocolates, and hire a band. for this the budget will be endless.

you thought you got rid of satoru but little did you know that he still has his share of keys. with that trick up his sleeve, he unlocks the gate, sneaking in everyone and the props.

satoru wasn't able to hire a band, but he was able to get a substitute. you see, todo, inumaki, and yuuji have hidden talents. they can all play instruments and one can sing! he always knew there was a reason why he's proud of his students.

quietly, the four men set the stage that's actually your front yard. in the center holds the white table with a black satin cloth delicately placed on it. the three bouquets of roses sit beautifully on the table. some petals were picked out and carefully spotted as well. on the table's center held the chocolate and wine — your favourite wine, to be exact. the finishing touch is the led lights. they're circling the ground, illuminating it with a soft yellow glow.

at the right and left sides of the table are inumaki and yuuji. inumaki's holding a wooden guitar while yuuji holds the hand drum. todo's position is in front of the table but a little off-center. he's holding the microphone, ready to pour his heart out on the song.

the star, satoru, is the one in the center. one hand hides behind his back. it's holding another rose bouquet with hundred-dollar bills wrapped with the roses. his free hand holds his phone. as soon as the clock strikes 7:00PM, he's going to call you. everything should play out perfectly.

anxiously watching his wristwatch switch from 6:59 to 7:00, he immediately calls you. one, two, three, six rings later you answered.

“you. i forgot to block you.”

“excuse me?” satoru scoffs, “whatever, i'm not calling for that.”

“chop chop then. i don't have all night.”

“can you come outside?”

“no. i will be calling the police.”

“OH C'MON,” he whines, getting desperate. “please? after this i'll leave you alone. promise.”

“...”

yuuji painfully watches. he feels incredibly sorry for his teacher. he doesn't deserve this!

“i don't think this is going good,” yuuji whispers to the boys, moving his head side-to-side.

todo raises his fist, gesturing to the boys to have some faith. “let's put our hopes high.”

they watch satoru closely. his hand that held the phone dramatically dropped to his side. slowly, he turns his head to face the boys behind him. his face breaks their hearts. he's pouting with eyes nearing tears — a pain only males like them can understand!

before satoru can say something, the front door clicks open. as it swings open aggressively, you made yourself tonight's main star unwillingly. you were not dressed for whatever this occasion is. your front yard has been ruined, your ex is there, three of his students you've met a few times, and while they're in suits, you're in a fancy robe with fluffy indoor slippers.

your eyebrows crease together, just when did they do all of this?! maybe it's time to install cameras.

“satoru, what the fuck did you do to my—”

“shh, tonight it's just you and him,” todo cuts you off, switching the mic on and beginning his performance. inumaki tunes the guitar and starts stringing random strings in hopes that they sound good. yuuji follows by tapping a simple “dun-da-da-dun-dun” beat on the drums.

your mouth's now opened. baffled by the sight, you stood there motionless.

“i have died every day waiting for you~”

as todo sings, satoru walks up to you, cheekily smiling at your shocked expression.

you back away from him, eyebrows still furrowed at whatever's going on.

“darling, don't be afraid~”

at this lyric, satoru takes the opportunity to shove his phone back into his pocket and grab your wrist. although you attempted to wriggle free, you are no match for his strength. gently, he pulls you into the yard.

both your eyes lock on each other. you search his eyes for emotions, he searches yours for any signs of longing. it's not there, he thinks. he feels a pinch in his heart, but it won't stop him. sending you a wink, he pulls you closer to the table.

“i have loved you for a thousand years (ooh)~”

“seriously, what's all this bullshit?!” you whisper-yelled at him, using your other hand to point at the table.

satoru simply shrugs.

“i'll love you for a thou-sand more (ooh, yeah)~”

todo ends his singing, clapping along with the other two to end the performance. it was the most touching thing he's ever done besides gifting yuuji and his idol a trio matching keychains set.

satoru coughs three times in attempts to hide his laugh. this has probably been the most unserious yet serious he's ever been, but his perfomance doesn't end there. he still has something else to whip out.

“baby—”

“that's not my name,” you cut him off.

“anyway. as i was saying,” he stops, revealing the rose bouquet with multiple hundred-dollar bills. “all of these are yours.”

your eyes bulge, but you quickly regain yourself.

“i'm not going to be won over with some roses and money.”

“there's wine and chocolates too,” yuuji says, immediately shutting up after you shot him a look.

inumaki stands awkwardly. he feels immense second-hand embarrassment. to counter such feelings, he starts playing the guitar again.

satoru cups the side of your face with his hand. his thumb caresses your cheek as he locks his eyes on yours again.

“i was serious about not breaking up, y'know,” he softly speaks, “i know i'm pushing it and all that stuff but i don't think i can leave you.”

it's once again your turn to be speechless. at this point, you're sure that there's no way all of this is happening in one night.

since you won't take hold of the bouquet, satoru places it in your hand. to solidify it even more, he lifts your other hand to place a kiss on it.

“what level of romance is this?” again, yuuji speaks. this time, it's satoru who gestures him to quiet down.

inumaki's still playing the out-of-tune guitar, enjoying the way the wind gently blows. it's truly a beautiful night. under the full moon's light, you and satoru glow together.

todo gears up for another round of singing. he immediately does a dragged-out “ooh~” adlib. this, however, wasn't going to last as long as his previous one did.

“NO — no more, please. you have a wonderful voice but i've heard enough. please.” you turned around to todo, begging him to mute the mic and possibly himself.

“and you,” you turn back to face satoru, “clean this up, get the boys home safely, and then come back.”

after that, you walked back to inside your house with the bouquet, making it satoru's turn to be left speechless. he still didn't win you over with some roses and money (wine and chocolates too) but his stupid commitment to keeping the relationship is what did.

[pixxievomit]

[ simple. ]

you've been hunched over the blueprints for thirty solid minutes, eyes straining and head throbbing. you've threatened to set them on fire at least three times and of course, the answer is always "that probably won't help" or "uh.. no?"

bart's perched beside you on the edge of the roof like he's about to vibrate through the damn concrete. he's tried looking at the blueprints and even he can't seem to figure out a good route. he hasn't said anything in a while, not outside of reluctantly not letting you commit arson, but you can feel him watching. shifting. thinking too fast for the space you're in. not saying what really crosses through his jumbled thoughts.

"i don't know," you finally groan, eyebrows pulling together. "this is pissing me off. is this place impenetrable or something?"

he nods like he's been waiting for that. he has. "yeah, it's garbage. want me to knock the building down?"

you think about it, genuinely, for a solid minute. you weigh the consequences, think of how much you don't want to deal with the lecture from other seasoned heroes and whatnot. "....i want you to.. but, no."

he shrugs, head tilting. "figured i'd offer."

you sigh and rub your face, trying not to shout up at the sky and ask for help from some invisible entity. when you glance over at him, he's sitting sideways now, one leg bouncing, hair an absolute wind tousled mess, attention locked fully on you.

you shift your weight, glance back to the blueprints, then sigh. "well, i'm just going to keep getting more pissed off, you can't figure it out, no one is around to help, so.. wanna make out about it?"

bart doesn't flinch. doesn't stutter. just tilts his head again, the opposite way, and asks, entirely serious: "now or after we take out the guards?"

"wait, what?" you can't help but laugh a little. you're pretty used to his bluntness, the way nothing really phases him on the outside. "...are you being serious?"

"yeah," he says, flat as always. "you look mad. you are mad. i like your mouth. kissings a decent override for stress hormones. plus it's... y'know. fun. why would i say no?"

he's already leaning, one hand braced against the concrete of the ledge, absolutely ready to follow through unless you tell him not to, which never even crossed your mind. he's not embarrassed, you're pretty sure he's not even capable of that unless it's under certain circumstances, he's just earnest. unflinching. like affection is one of the things he doesn't actually have to process but he sees as truth; you want to kiss him. he wants to kiss you back. that simple.

[ please remember i write v1 bart allen — don't knock my inbox over bc you think it's mischaracterized. ]

[f0rlorn]

falling for ya!

yuji itadori x fem!reader, (one sided) nobara kugisaki x reader, teen beach movie au

follows the plot of teen beach movie, some characters have been mischaracterized for the sake of plot.

warnings: implied misogyny like in the movie (i'm aware they wouldn't actually act like this, but it's an au), sort of one sided crush, reader acts like she's lobotomized, and weird pacing tbh!!

word count: 4.4k- that's a personal record

Life was simple. You liked biking, big hair, leather boots, and boys, things every other biker girl enjoyed. Life was perfect. You didn't have to make decisions or do anything complicated- with a flutter of your glittery eyes, boys lined up to do it all for you. The only thing that got in the way of your perfect little life was the band of surfers that loved to hang around the same joint your brother and his friends did, Big Momma's.

In the midst of summer, the rival surfer and biker gangs spewed fiery hot hatred, blood boiling from the mere sight of the other. Each wanted the spot for their own, willing to go to bizarre lengths, all for a fish fry and a soda. You didn't mind the surfers, they didn't bother you in your pristine, pretty bubble as you twirled through life in a girlish daze. But your brother, Aoi, was territorial. He wanted the surfers out.

Your brother and his friends made a big spectacle out of their entrance, revving their engines obnoxiously as a warning to Big Momma's patrons, much to her dismay. She had reprimanded him time and time again about scaring away customers, but it always fell on deaf ears. Besides, they were trying to scare those pesky Surfers away all the time.

Pulling up your thigh-high, pastel pink boots, you rolled your eyes dismissively as your brother dramatically swung the chipped wooden doors to Big Momma's wide open. The sun shone brightly behind him, casting a menacing shadow on his face. The upbeat, harmony-intensive music that had been playing died down as the room full of surfers looked threatened by your mere presence there.

"Surfers. Thought I smelled somethin' fishy," Todo remarked, crossing his arms. A girl in a black swimsuit pushed through the crowd, standing face to face with your brother. More accurately, face to chest, as Aoi had a decent amount of height on her. Though, that didn't seem to intimidate her in the slightest.

"Rodents. I knew I should have laid some traps," she seethed, eyes squinted behind a pair of glasses. "Thought you all were exterminated."

"And I thought you surfers were all washed up," Noritoshi retorted from over Todo's shoulder.

"'Yea. You should make like the ocean and wave goodbye," Nishimiya giggled, making a wave motion with her hand. Deadpanning suddenly, she continued. "'Cause we want this place to ourselves!" You nodded from Todo's side, mindlessly encouraging their childish antics with a pop of your bubblegum.

"The girls don't lie, Maki." Maki was beginning to object, growing dangerously close to Todo's face with a pointed finger, ready to snap, before a boy in an unbuttoned shirt and messy, pink hair, pushed his way through.

"I'm sorry, is there a problem? You guys don't own this restaurant."

"Yeah, I'll show you the problem, punk-" Before the encounter could grow violent, you scurried over to the jukebox, making a show of slotting a coin in and bumping the machine with your hip to start up the music. Both Todo and the surfer boy stared dumbfounded at your attempt to diffuse the situation, but settled nonetheless, giving each other one last mutual glare before settling on opposite sides of the joint.

You smiled, clapping your hands together in satisfaction. You were the self-proclaimed queen of peace and de-escalation. "Let's just get our lunch and go, Aoi, it's not worth all the fuss. C'mon, we'll be back later," You reassured him with a smile. Who was he to say no to you?

That night, Big Momma was letting you and the girls put on a little performance to entertain her Friday night rush crowd. Your red, polka dot dress looked absolutely darling on you. Beaming, you indulged yourself in a little spin, adoring the girly way the dress twirled. Not to mention, your hair looked great. You had gotten your friend Miwa to tease it for you, a shiny headband accentuating the meticulous hairstyle.

Settling into the comfy corner booth, you took a swig of a fruity soda, attempting to soothe your vocal cords before you had to sing in just a few minutes. "Hey sis, those surfers weren't bothering you earlier, were they? Saw 'em eyeballing Mai over here," Todo questioned, gaining an affirmative nod from Mai as she was mentioned.

"No, of course not!" You assured. "You know, they're not so bad."

"All surfers are bad!" Nishimiya protested, causing the rest of the table to chime in in agreement. You rolled your eyes with a breathy laugh at their extreme loathing of the other breed.

"Okay, well, we gotta go. It's almost time, come on!" You urged, coaxing Miwa, Mai, and Nishimiya from their seats to come on the stage with you.

The set was going great, your friends were dancing and having a good time. You even got some of the surfers to dance as well. It wasn't until you twirled, heel catching on the edge of the stage, that you felt any sort of dismay that night. You held your breath, preparing yourself for the painful, embarrassing fall that surprisingly never came. When you opened your eyes, you were met with the handsome face of the surfer who was arguing with your brother earlier.

Yuji was a stereotypical surfer boy, a smile plastered on his face for the entirety of the summer. He always said his first love was the water, the splashing of the waves a sweet siren song pulling him in. What was sweeter than that siren song, though, was your melodic voice that night. It was only because you lured him closer to the stage that he was able to be there as you tripped, arms reaching out on instinct to scoop you up from midair.

"Nice of you to drop in," he mused.

"You saved my life," you beamed, eyes lighting up. The boy laughed, suddenly nervous as you spoke to him. "You're my hero!"

"Not really. I mean, the stage is only two feet up," Yuji nodded his head in the direction of the stage, "the worst you would have done is break a nail," he awkwardly joked, careful to set you down on your two feet, making sure you were steady before removing his hands from your hips.

"I guess I literally fell for you, huh? I'm Y/N."

"Yuji. Your knight in shining board shorts," He playfully continued.

"That's a long last name you have, Mister Knight in Shining Board Shorts," you giggled, causing him to let out a breathy laugh along with you. Your awkward banter was quickly interrupted when a black-haired recluse stole him away with urgency and an apology.

"It was really nice falling into you, Yuji! I hope we can do it again sometime," you bid farewell with a small wave, rather disappointed to see him go. But the disappointment did nothing to quell the butterflies you felt from the wholesome interaction.

You were so enamored with Yuji that you didn't even realize the set was over, your friends waiting to the side for you expectantly.

"What was that all about?" Pried Miwa, clasping your hands excitedly.

"I don't know- I just fell and he caught me!"

"Yeah, and then you guys giggled with each other for like five minutes!" Nishimiya chimed in, the girls surrounding you curiously.

"It just happened! Do you think he likes me?" You queried, asking your friends in earnest for their opinion.

"Well with the way he was looking at you, I think he might love you," Mai teased.

"Plus, did you see his hand placement?! He was holding you bridal style. I think it's a sign," Nishimiya quipped with a poke to your arm. "Anyway, you're lucky Aoi didn't see. C'mon, they're outside by the fire." She tugged you along, the other girls following close by. The boys in question were clustered together on the moonlit beach, warming their hands by the flames contained within a metal barrel.

"Ladies," Noritoshi acknowledged as the four of you approached. You greeted them warmly, each settling into separate spots by the bonfire. Miwa cuddled close to Mechamaru, unsurprisingly. She had denied her feelings for him for a while now, but you knew that if he ever asked her out, she would agree with zero hesitation. You smiled at their subtle intimacy. It made you think of Yuji, and how you wished you could be that close to him again.

Yuji was an exceptional catch on your part. Or rather, he caught you. Seriously, the boy had very minimal flaws, if any. On top of being drop-dead gorgeous with perfectly sized biceps, he was gentlemanly, caring, and loyal to a fault. The only problem was that he was a surfer. It was practically forbidden to hang out with surfers, let alone date one. You knew your brother would whoop you upside the head if he found out that you had any plans to fraternize with the so-called enemy.

It was possible, though, that Yuji might not even ask you out. The mere prospect made you clammy with dread and disappointment. But that would be impossible! He referred to himself as your knight, he caught you, a biker girl, his supposed opposition, and handled you with much care, nonetheless. Asking you out was not outside of the realm of possibilities, just like your friends assured you. The overwhelming amount of thinking you were doing forced an exacerbated sigh out of you, sinking into the silky sand.

Later in the night, you caught sight of Yuji again. You couldn't decipher who he was with- possibly the boy from earlier- but it didn't make any difference. You knew you wanted to talk to him and get to know him further, and you typically got what you wanted from boys.

"Oh!" You exclaimed as the charming surfer who had saved you earlier grew closer. Pressing your manicured hands to his chest and leaning in close, you sang his praises once more. "Thanks again, Yuji, for catching me!" You were just about to introduce him to your brother and his friends, turning your head around, only to be met with the expectant stare of the gorgeous brunette he was with. You let out a little squeak, realizing that you might have been taking Yuji's banter the wrong way.

"Oh, bonkers. Are you two together? I would never take another girl's boy, I mean, that would be stealing," you explained apologetically, "and probably very hard to return." The girl cocked her head, struck with confusion at the outlandish assumption and near nonsensical ramblings. Realizing your claim, her eyes widened in distaste.

"Eh?! Me.. with him? No, of course not." She reeled back in disgust. "No, we were just walking." The girl explained, causing you to sigh in relief, a weight dropping off of your shoulders. If she was with him, you wouldn't dare lay a finger on Yuji. Sure, you enjoyed the male attention you received, but you would never seek it from a boy in a relationship. You always stayed true to "sisters before misters," no matter how cute the boy was.

"This is Nobara."  Yuji looked rather offended at her extreme objection, grabbing your wrist to steal your attention once more. You looked at Nobara, smiling sweetly.

"So you wouldn't mind if Yuji and I went for a walk on the beach?" You asked, still wanting her permission despite her obvious friendship- and nothing more- with him. Once she gave you her blessing, you thanked her generously and wrapped your arm around Yuji's bicep.

The stars illuminated the two of you, walking along the secluded shoreline and learning that you had more in common than you had previously believed. "Y'know, I like you a lot. You're different from those other girls you hang out with- you're sweet." Yuji admitted, hands sheepishly resting in his pockets while you still clung to his arm.

"They're not as tough as they seem, really. Mai and Momo are like my older sisters, I grew up with them around. And Miwa's super sweet too, she's my closest friend," You explained, defending their honor. Sure, the Rodents wore a lot of black, leather, and chains, but that didn't reflect their complete character. While you knew your friends could be tough and independent, you had also seen them be vulnerable, gentle, and kind-hearted people.

"You're really courageous, by the way. Swooping in to save me like that? You truly are my hero," You gushed, leaning your head on his shoulder. He tensed at your forwardness, words coming out in a stutter.

"Courageous? Nah, I mean-" Upon noticing the kittenish glint in your eye, Yuji couldn't help but lean into your every word. "Maybe, I guess. I'm sure anyone would have done the same!"

"Well, not a surfer. We're not supposed to get along, y'know," you reminded him, shyly tucking a strand of hair behind your ear.

"Of course a surfer. Who would ever want a smokin' girl like you to fall?" His words slipped out of his mouth before he had a chance to think of the implications- he had just called you hot. You were undeniably breathtaking, it was a fact. Your graciousness and amiability did nothing but add to your charm. In honesty, Yuji didn't mind that you were a surfer. He would take a chance with any girl, be it surfer, biker, bookworm, you name it. He only asked that they be pure of heart, kind, and thoughtful. All qualities that he admired in you.

A blush rose to his face as he heard you giggle at his blunt words. "C'mon Yuu- do you mind if I call you that? It's a cute nickname. Anyway, do you dance?" You asked, leading him to the field near Big Momma's, colorful lights strung up from palm trees, shiny cars intentionally parked there for people to see, displayed by their proud owners.

You took initiative, placing your hand on his shoulder and lacing your other hand with his. His hand soon found its resting spot on your hips, and you swayed to the upbeat music playing on a radio. Every once and a while, Yuji grew bold, spinning you around or lifting you by your hips. It was fun. You enjoyed spending time with him, and you couldn't think of a better way to spend it.

Though, it was growing quite late. Your brother would soon notice your prolonged absence and start looking for you, the girls would be waiting to kick off the slumber party you decided to host. Yuji noticed too, it seemed, as once the song came to an end, he stopped your swaying, holding you in place with a firm grasp on your hips. "Y'know, it's about time I returned you to your brother. He'll start to worry. Hold on, on second thought, maybe I just walk you to the door. It might be worse if he sees you've been with me all night." He bashfully acknowledged.

He did walk you back, his hand emboldened enough to hold your own on the way over, regardless of who saw the two of you. But even though Yuji claimed he didn't care that you were a biker, he was scared to run into your brother and even let out an involuntary sigh of relief when he managed to go the whole way without him spotting the two of you. He walked you over to his friends, Megumi and Nobara, leaning on a light blue convertible that you didn't think belonged to them.

"So, how'd it go?" Nobara queried, peering up at the two of you from her hunched position. You grinned in reply, leaning your head on Yuji's shoulder as a silent answer to her question. She nodded with a hum in return. An idea came to you suddenly. That didn't happen too often, so when you thought of it, you knew you had to act on it.

"Hey, Nobara! You should come to my pajama party!" You exclaimed, inviting her with amicable enthusiasm. You heard Megumi repeat your words, tone amused and somewhat taunting. You paid him no mind, though. "We have them all the time. I'm sure the other girls would love to meet you."

"Sure, Y/N," she agreed with a warm smile.

"Perfect! Just show up to my house around ten." You slipped her your address and bid farewell to the trio, leaving Yuji with a tender kiss on the cheek which left his friends snickering at his awkward, scrunched-up face.

When Nobara did show up, shuffling her feet at your doorstep, Mai, Miwa, Nishimiya, and yourself were already in your ruffly pajamas, poofy layers of chiffon hiding your figures and covering the tiny matching shorts. You felt guilty for not telling her that the four of you were matching already, as she appeared in a little pink satin set, a far contrast to what the rest of you were wearing. She ended up in another pair you had, the pastel yellow mixing quite nicely with the color palate that you all were already dressed in.

Nishimiya sat at your vanity, Mai behind her intensely teasing her hair. It was never quite big enough for Nishimiya's liking, though, and you heard her whine something about making it even while you were digging through your closet for something special. Miwa was sprawled over your bed on her stomach, legs bent at the knee so her feet could rest in the air. She was filing her nails, quite focused on sharpening them to a fine tip. That left Nobara sitting on the edge of your bed by her lonesome.

It's not that she felt out of place because you were too girly for her, she loved embracing her femininity- going shopping, wearing cute makeup and frilly dresses, the whole gist. It's just that she had been around Yuji and Megumi for so long, almost too long. She felt like she needed to spend some time around other girls. She wanted to get to know you better, too. You were so kind to her, so effortlessly pretty all of the time. It made her warm inside whenever you acknowledged her. It also made her quite bitter to see you so lovey-dovey with her annoyingly male friend. She wanted your attention for herself.

You squealed suddenly, pulling the most perfect pink dress out of your closet with a wide smile. "What do you think?" You held it up to your body, turning to face your friends who all gasped in delight, all except Nobara. "I want to wear this when I hang out with Yuji. His hair is pink, and this dress is pink, so whenever he looks in the mirror, he'll think of me!" You giggled, amused at your own genius.

"Why should a boy influence what you wear.. or anything you do? You should dress for yourself. You look good in everything you wear, really." You cocked your head at Nobara's sudden fuss. "Boys don't deserve it, especially Yuji. I don't think that dummy would notice the extra effort, he's too oblivious." You frowned, disappointed with her claim until Nishimiya spoke up.

"I mean, it's simple. A girl will only look at the dress. A boy will look at how she looks in her dress."

"Why not just ask him out yourself? If you want him, why wait?" Nobara wondered.

"I'm not sure how they do things where you're from, but here we ask a boy out without actually asking a boy out. Like with your eyes," You explained, covering the bottom half of your face to let your doe eyes do the work for you, serving as an example as you batted them. Nobara grew flustered as you did so, a blush rising on her face. "Besides, I've never had trouble in the boy department before."

"Sure. Whatever you say." She responded quietly. Well, if it worked on her, it would surely work on Yuji.

"You know him better than I do, Nobara. Do you think he would like it if I baked him a pie?" She agreed half-heartedly, still distracted by your glamour. "Hey, you should let us give you a makeover, biker style! I know you're used to those cute bikinis, but you would look great in leather."

The five of you made a fashion show out of it- each picking out a piece of their own to wear. For Nobara, you lent her a pair of tight leather pants and a white blouse, a red bandanna tied around her neck. You were right, she looked fantastic in leather. Her red bandanna complimented the form-fitting dress that you had slipped on, red lipstick to match. While Miwa worked on Nobara's makeup, perfecting the precise eyeliner, you and Mai teased her hair, making it poof up like Nishimiya's.

A fit of giggles erupted at the sight of the finished product. Nobara looked stunning, obviously, but she stood mightily uncomfortable in the high pumps and tight pants. She couldn't recall the last time she wasn't in beachwear or something summery. The dark clothing was a stark contrast to her normal aesthetic. As a final touch, you tucked a comically large red flower behind her ear and turned her around to face the mirror, letting her see herself. Her eyebrows raised in surprise, not expecting to like it as much as she did.

"I don't look half bad. You girls need a new addition to your biker gang anytime soon?" She joked, facing you with a smile.

"The more the merrier."

By morning, all the other girls had parted ways, leaving you and Nobara alone in your room. She was forced to endure your boy troubles. "It's like my heart's telling me one thing, but I feel like I have to do something else. I'm scared I'll disappoint everybody if I pursue things with Yuji. And I don't know what he thinks about the whole thing either."

"Well, half the time a guy won't tell you what he's thinking, just because it would involve more thinking." She teased, sneering at the prospect.

"But they make up for it by being cute. And boys!" You sang. Nobara chuckled tepidly, wary of your quick defense on their part. "Y'know, I feel like I could tell you anything," you changed the subject, piquing Nobara's interest. "There's this secret that I've never told anyone. Not ever!"

"I'll be the first to know?" She asked.

"Duh!" You interlocked your pinkie with hers. "Friends forever. Just promise not to tell."

"Friends forever," she repeated, tightening her grip slightly.

Dragging her over to your bed, you sighed before speaking. "I want to surf," you admitted, looking rather hesitant. Her eyes widened with slight surprise.

"Really? I wasn't expecting that. Thought it would be something a little more drastic."

"It's totally insane, I know," you chirped, ignoring her last comment for the sake of being dramatic. "If my brother ever found out, he would freak. He doesn't even go near the water. I think he's scared of the lighthouse," you spoke your immediate thoughts, causing Nobara to laugh a little through her nose.

"You shouldn't let your brother stop you from doing what you want to do. If you want to surf, try it. If you want to date Yuji, for some odd, odd reason, go for it!" She encouraged, with a genuine interest for your happiness. "Look, I could even get Yuji to teach you if you want," Nobara suggested, prompting a beaming grin from you.

You weren't sure you were even dressed appropriately for the day of. Nobara had lent you a cute swimsuit of hers since you had very limited options yourself. Your hair was done up all nice, and you arrived with a full face of makeup. You wanted to impress Yuji, but you soon realized that your appearance would not matter if it impaired you from effectively surfing with him. When he arrived, you were sat on a beach towel with a pout.

"What's up, buttercup?" Yuji greeted, setting his board down and taking a seat next to you. You then remembered that you wanted to ask him to go out with you, inspired by Nobara's eccentric outlook about doing anything that boys could do. Still, it was a frightening prospect. You went back and forth between asking him and remaining faithful to your traditional ways. But you managed to convince yourself to try something new for once.

"Yuji. Would you ever want to go steady?" You boldly asked, turning towards him with crossed arms. A blush rose to his face as he sputtered out a string of random words.

"I really like you, Y/N. I've told you this." Were the first coherent words he could come up with. "Of course I'd wanna." Your eyes lit up, overjoyed with his answer. Your hands clung to his forearm, body springing forward excitedly. You gave a silent thanks to Nobara for helping you gain the courage to ask him.

"Really? My brother doesn't scare you or anything?"

"I mean, he's a little spooky. But I could beat him if I had to. Besides, you're totally worth the fight," he proudly announced, causing you to lean into him further.

The two of you didn't get much surfing done that day. You unfortunately realized that in order to surf, you first had to learn how to swim, and you weren't exactly in the mood to drown today. So, you opted for a picnic on your beach towel with the little snacks you had brought just in case, as well as the pie you had baked just for him. He continued the conversation, mouth half full of food.

"So if I'm your knight, does that make you my princess?" He proposed, nudging your shoulder playfully.

"I guess so. And that also means that Aoi is the fire-breathing dragon guarding the castle." Yuji shivered jokingly. "Better yet, we're Romeo and Juliet!" You exclaimed. "How romantic."

"Without the death and tragedy stuff though, right?" He asked, concerned.

"Of course, silly," you smiled. "We'll live happily ever after."

Yuji was a Surfer. You were a Biker. Rival gangs from different sides of town. It was scary, yes, to think about how others would respond, especially the more impassioned of the groups. But you didn't have to listen to what others thought about you; their opinion was no longer relevant. No longer would you stick to the restricting role you were pushed into your whole life, you could break free from it now, like Nobara had taught. Plus, you would have Yuji with you throughout it all, there by your side to cherish and support you. It was like a fairy tale, and you would definitely be getting your happily ever after.

notes: yuji would totally call his gf "foxy babe." also, i apologize for this being kind of all over the place- i didn't know how i wanted it to end, sorry that it's rushed.

me sitting here convincing myself that the fifth grade level writing is completely intentional and plot relevant yessss hahaha

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Hi!! Could I request a Percy Jackson x reader where they’re battling some big bad villain and somehow reader is hypnotised into working against Percy?

And they’re battling it out he’s trying to not hurt her and it’s so cute maybe she could be a daughter if Demeter (but have actual powers Demeter kids got nuked hard!)

(She’s actually really badass tho kinda like poison ivy from dc)

Anyway! I love your fics thanks for taking your time to read my request x

Hit me where it hurts

Percy Jackson x Child of Demeter!Reader

Warning !! English is not my first language, there might also be possible mischaracterization.

The moment you and Percy were finally able to locate the very important thing needed in order to complete the mission, you felt the feeling of relief and triumph wash over the two of you in a haze.

However, without meaning to, that triumph soon blinded the two of you as you both failed to notice the lurking monster nearby.

“Sweet,” Percy whistled, his tone sighed with relief, “and it's still in good condition!” he pointed out as you both walked closer.

“Finally,” you groaned, feeling more tired than you usually would be. “Man, this mission took such a toll on me.”

“At least we're finally done with it.” he said, his voice tinged with optimism, but just when you were about to grab the item, you felt your body froze.

Suddenly, you heard a strange growl that seemed to echo around the place. You decided to ready your weapon, however it seems like Percy didn't hear the noise. It felt weird.

“Uh? Petal, are you good?” Percy said, looking a little dumb-founded towards your reaction. If he had to guess, it looked as if you were hesitating on something.

Percy, confused, looked at the item. ...It looked fine which made him more perplexed with your actions.

Curiously, Percy decided to grab the item instead, but just when his hand was inches away from the item, he was stopped by the vines that suddenly wrapped around his wrists.

“What–” Percy's brows furrowed, feeling his sudden irritation and confusion start to bubble even more into the surface.

Without a word, you suddenly lunged your weapon near his chest, making it obvious that you were meaning to kill him.

“Wh– Hey, woah, woah, woah!” Percy stumbled though he managed to block your attack in time. However the vines were getting annoying, especially with the way it was growing as if it was slowly paralyzing his movements.

Without much thinking, Percy tightened his grip on his sword—Riptide—bracing himself as he cut off the vines that extended to his forearms within minutes.

He was free at last, but he suddenly heard a loud hiss of pain. He averted his attention towards his side immediately only for him to realize that he accidentally scarred you.

“Oh– My gods! I'm so sorry, hey, are you oka–” he panicked, feeling his his guilt arising. All of a sudden, he felt as if the ground was trying to swallow him, along with more plants starting to lunge in on him in an attempt to injure him further from fighting.

“What's with these plants?!” he murmured in frustration. He was handling the plants left and right, and if he was being honest, he had no idea that plants could even be that aggressive.

Suddenly, in the brink of the battle, he felt the ground shake. Not knowing what was happening due to the place being quite dark, he blindly decided to keep moving.

“Petal? Petal! Hey, where are you?”

He heard no whispers—not even a soft murmur of your voice.

“Petal–” his voice got sliced through the loud thud which made him pause in surprise.

Looking to his left, he felt himself dumb-founded when he saw the gigantic tree fall over, which he was sure is impossible to even happen.

“What the...” though distracted, he felt someone sneaking up behind him—without hesitation, he knocked them up immediately with his elbow, making the person wince.

“Shit.” you murmured, feeling your nose bleed. What was it with this Percy guy?

“Petal?!”

“Stop calling me that, will you?” your voice lingered with annoyance as you made one step further, almost tripping Percy off of his balance.

“Snap out of it!” Percy exclaimed, his hold on his weapon tightened even further, however... It was a little too tight as if he was hesitating to lift it up against you.

“What? You can't raise your weapon against me, coward?”

Not bothering to hear out his words, you clinked your sword against his, making him fall slightly on his feet.

Taking every mistake to your advantage, you commanded the plants all around the two of you to distract him whilst the others made their way to tangle up Percy's legs from battling you any further.

He stumbled against his own foot, barely managing to draw his sword against yours before you could even forcefully drive it into his chest.

“Calm down..!” He struggled, trying to fight out the force of your weapon without accidentally hurting you in any way.

His whole figure was pinned to ground—the clinking of celestial bronze was heard nearby among the dead plants scattered on the ground.

Percy managed to elbow you with enough force to distract you for a few seconds where he had to make his moves.

“Sorry!” he apologized, though the vines were slowly growing up his legs, temporarily paralyzing his movements from below.

With all the effort he could muster up, his hold met his sword once more, its sharp blade cutting off the vines off of his legs, freeing him away from the paralyze.

Averting his focus back onto you, his sword managed to catch yours before you could even stab a wound near his arm.

His usual fluid flick on the Riptide faltered completely as his fighting became quite stiff almost as if he was purposely trying to hit the corners of your side in order to avoid injuring you.

If he was being honest, if this wasn't a life or death situation with you currently, he'd be laughing in embarrassment with how much he was "failing" to land a hit on you.

As the fight went on, Percy tried to distract you for as much as he could without letting himself die and without accidentally scarring you.

However, the moment you managed to get your sword to clash against his near his throat, you wasted no time to press his weapon against him.

Percy blinked—mentally rubbing his eyes when he looked back once more on your eyes...

Your eyes changed color.

Percy, having no other choices left, he needed to screw you off balance to let himself breathe, however he still needed to maintain you injure and scar free.

You heard him murmur an apology and you felt him step on your foot—its crushing sensation made you wince and you lost your balance for a few seconds.

His vision scanned through every possible solution he could think of to break off whatever hypnosis you've fallen under, that was until he decided to make a bold choice.

Your eyes lurked for his shadow to make an appearance—when suddenly you felt the tip of a blade tap you on the shoulders lightly.

“Over here, Petal.”

Your eyes immediately followed where the voice came from. Cautiously, you made your move, letting the plants help you tug on his ankles to stumble out his movements.

“Hey!” he waved from behind the item to be retrieved. “Over here!” He moved with precision, circling around the item as if he was trying to get you off of your balance once more.

Out of the blue, the familiar, strange, and monstrous voice roared from your body as if it was trying to control your senses next.

It was difficult trying to battle out the monster that had decided to occupy your body to use it against the two of you, especially since you've already ended up with a few wounds across your body from your fight with Percy.

Your own thoughts suddenly got louder the more the item cracked—with one last miscalculated attack, you accidentally hit the artifact, breaking it into dust.

“Petal!” you heard Percy's voice ring through your ears before you almost lost consciousness.

Blinking weakly, you saw him rush beside you as he guided you to sit on the ground before you could even fall on your knees.

“Percy,” you murmured weakly, feeling the hypnosis suck out a large amount of energy out of you, “Sorry.”

You felt his thumb brush across your cheek, smiling softly at your exhausted state—though you expected him to be angrier with you.

“You're not mad?”

“Nonsense.” he presses a kiss on your temple before lightly pinching your cheek. “How could I ever be?”

“Are you feeling alright now?” Percy asks while he assisted you on your feet after you accidentally fell to the ground, which almost knocked your face earlier.

“Yeah.. Thanks.”

“You could give me a kiss,” he says, looking away as if he was feigning sarcasm, “just a suggestion, of course.”

“You're sure a dork, honestly.”

“...So, yes?”

You rolled your eyes though you leaned in against his lips, feeling his lips brush against yours slowly as you felt him smile through the kiss.

“Happy?”

“Very.”

Note: (Thank you so much! Honestly, I really love your request! The moment I read it I immediately thought it was so cool! Thanks for taking the time to make a request!!)

Have a request? Feel free to send one in!

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how do we feel about low/no empathy Wolfgang chat. He has a strong sense of justice and really wants to do right by others and his intentions aren't purposefully malicious but that does not automatically mean he has high or even usual amounts of empathy, in fact dare I say he's gonna have to be one of the least empathetic students in Eden's Garden. Damon has more empathy than him going by his inner dialogue, though that could also be sympathy or something other, I am not well-versed on Having Feelings and all. Honestly it might have been sympathy. Still 10.2% higher empathy than Wolfgang

Similiarly I propose NPD (narcissistic personality disorder) Damon and Eva. Damon is so narcissistic it's not even funny - his insecure little lines made me snort a few times in the beginning but as it kept going on and on I honestly just felt bad for him. And I'm saying this in the most positive way possible as a narcissist myself. He literally acts how I would do if I didn't know the concept of fear and an inside thought, I fully understand every single thought process that he has and conclusions he comes too (but agree with only about most of these. Damon you're so socially inept.......), I don't even have to project on him he's doing that to himself. I want to give him infinite brownies and affection and kisses directly on his mouth I will not be able to rest safely until I know he's happy. Damon my little shitcritter I am so fucking sorry the fandom mischaracterizes you so badly and treats you either as a joke or an un-nuanced asshole that hates everyone and everything. Always happens to my favourites that also happen to always act suspiciously cluster b.............

Eva is a different flavor of NPD altogether and I got less on her because I'm still figuring her out like a fun little puzzle since she doesn't have a PoV but I am. Feeling semi strongly about it. I also recall seeing some other poster hc her with BPD and hell yeah I can also adopt this into my beliefs. Love this horribly self-sabotaging specimen her arc brought me indescribable agony. Unfortunately suffers from a similar yet slightly different mischaracterization hell from Damon being that she's either a sad little victim girlboss babygirl that did nothing wrong ever or an evil heartless bitch worse than Satan himself that deserves no compassion whatsoever. My faves cannot win! So sad. Anyway I also got "Jett is not entitled to Mark's friendship and Mark is not in any way 'cruel' or 'unfair' to him for not liking him back" for my future post ideas but I am unsure as to whether the P:EG fandom is quite ready for that one yet unless I am mistaken

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Consequences

Everything that has happened and will happen to GhostBlade is in some way his fault.

I made sure to look at his character at both his point of view and the point of view of people around him or at least how I would view him if I was somewhat close to him.

He keeps to himself and does his work in silence, but to most of his family they would see a prodigy that thinks he's too good to talk to anyone.

He is genuinely scared of going back to the noisy place of his childhood, but his wife would see a man that's too busy being an edge lord to be a proper Dad.

He's doing everything in his power to try to be better and make up for his shortcomings, but everyone around him keeps misinterpreting his actions!

I genuinely hate how much I see parts of myself in this particular character.

You could be living your life minding your own business and unfortunately you do something that upsets someone else!

When he kills people he feels no guilt, it's no different from slaughtering a pig to him, he is taking the lives of people and doesn't care.

In a sense it makes me think, did I ever do something that didn't mean anything to me but hurt someone else?

It's with this in mind I can say I'm happy that GhostBlade never got the chance to raise his daughter.

Can any of us honestly say that family wouldn't end in a tragedy?

We've seen how Lou-Li is with her Dad, how much worse would it be for GhostBlade and his daughter?

Even now I still don't think he could handle the "noise" it comes with raising a child, he might come to resent his own child for taking away his quiet, and considering he had no issue signing a contract to be an actual assassin and left his family just because they were too loud, I feel like that's a valid fear.

Also a lot of us seem to forget the man he works under is the same man that made the "new E-Soul" who he is now.

The only reason Rock wasn't in the current episodes was because GhostBlade has nothing he can control.

No friends, family, he can't even properly blackmail him because as far as he knows being GhostBlade is all there is to this "hero".

His actions ruined his relationship with his wife and daughter, but might have just saved both of their lives, it's a double edged sword I tell you.

Honestly I hope Johnny gets a few good licks in before he calms down because considering how long GhostBlade has been a hero I'm genuinely surprised that there's no talk about people going after him to avenge their loved ones or at least him talking about defeating people like that.

Overall he's been dealing with the backlash of his personality and I think we need to give a break.

On the other hand he needs to deal with the backlash of his actions.

P.S the second this show gets more popular, you GhostBlade fans better get ready to defend him.

As a DC fan, I can say for certainty that the mischaracterization that he will go through would make people think that he's the Chinese version of Slade and his daughter would be Terra.

[superunnaturalsammy]

Is it too crazy to say that I HATE the characterization of Sam as just there.

Like people post a pic of two people together and a third person to the side and say "ohmygoooood that is Destiel and Sam". I'm sorry but no.

A. Sam is a very important and involved character in the show (number one on the call sheet too, but y'all ain't ready for that conversation)

B. Dean and Castiel both care about Sam and definitely do not consider him in the background of what they are doing.

C. You are also boiling down and mischaracterizing Dean and Castiel when you do this and basically turning them into one entity that doesn't exist in the show and changes important aspects about each as individuals.