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forever-rogue · 4 years ago

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My lovely, when you get a chance and/or feel so inclined, id love you forever if youd write a part 2 to the story where Boba’s wife is prego, we need a little Fett heir to the throne lol. Ily! ❤️

I couldn’t resist! Enjoy!

Can be read as a stand alone or part 2 to this!

Boba Fett x Fem!Reader; no warnings

Star Wars Masterlist

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You were tired, so tired. And why? You hadn't even done anything to cause you to experience the tiredness that was dragging you down. If anything, you should have been wide awake and ready to take on the day. But as soon as you'd gotten up and eaten breakfast, you were just about ready for a nap.

That was after you'd rushed to the fresher in order to heave up everything you had just eaten.

Strange. It must have been something from breakfast - perhaps some of the fruit had been off or...something. There really wasn't anything that you thought it could be. But obviously something had disagreed with you.

"What's wrong, Little One?" A concerned expression was on his face as he removed the helmet as he came back into your bedroom. He'd expected to find you flitting around the sprawling palace tending to odds and ins, but he hadn't spotted hide not hair of you all day, "I haven't seen you all day."

"Nothing," you offered up the best smile you could muster up as you looked up from the soft bed where you were currently buried under a mountain of blankets, "just taking a nap."

"You've been tired lately," a note of concern colored his tone as he came over and sat at the edge of bed. You made a small sound as you pouted at him, shrugging your shoulders lightly. He sighed before taking his hand and gently brushing the hair out of your face. He pressed the back of his hand to your forehead before following suit with your cheeks, "is everything alright?"

"Yes," you whispered softly, "I guess I'm just going through a phase. I'm sure its nothing - don't worry about me, Boba."

"I always worry," he inhaled and exhaled deeply before leaning down and pressing his forehead against yours, "I need to leave soon. I can stay if you prefer, if you're not feeling well."

"No, no, no," you insisted firmly, sitting up and fervently shaking your head, "Boba, you're not staying behind because of me. You've got to go and you will. Besides, someone needs to stay back and look over the place. It - I will be fine, I swear it."

"If you're sure-"

"Boba Fett," you tugged on his cowl, "You're going and that is final. Besides, I'll have Fennec here. Everything will be fine."

"I love you," he insisted as you beamed at him, "I'll be back soon. I won't be gone long."

"I'll hold you to it," you said as he kissed you gently, "promise me one thing?"

"Hmm?"

"Quit worrying so much!" you tapped his nose, attempting to make light of the situation, but Boba was not having it. It made you smile a little, however, to see this big, bad Mandalorian let you tease him in such a manner. Had it been anyone else in the galaxy, they would be dead on their feet within seconds, "Boba - for me? Try anyways?"

"I lost you once," he reminded you as a solemn look crossed your features, "I will not do it again."

"And I lost you too," he was not the only one who had suffered during your years of separation, "but we found our way back to each other. We always will - besides I'm not the one going out to hunt down quarry. I'll be here, safe and sound."

"Little One-"

"Boba Fett, are you forgetting that I once was the same as you?" you arched a brow as he huffed lightly and admitted silent defeat, "I am out of practice but I won't be alone. Now go and get ready - the sooner you leave, the sooner you'll be back."

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But then a week passed. And another. And then before you knew it, you were approaching three weeks without Boba. You knew he was fine, as you required, maybe even begged, for him to communicate with you and keep you in the loop as much as possible when he was gone.

But still - it wasn't the same as having him at home and within arms length.

Kriff. Hopefully he'd be back soon. Maybe -

But you didn't have enough time to think further into any sort of scheme as the contents of your stomach churned and you ran to the nearest the fresher.

Fennec had been looking for you, concerned at this point for your health as well. You hadn't been looking well for weeks and she was sure something was up.

"Hey," she said gently with a rap of her knuckles on the door. You sighed heavily with a wipe to your mouth as you sat down on the floor. The sniper, small but fierce, came in and sat next to you, giving your shoulder a gentle squeeze, "are you okay? This has been going on for weeks."

"I dunno, Fen," you admitted, "I think its just some bug but I can't shake. I'm sure it'll get better soon."

"And I'm sure you should go and see a healer," she was insistent and while she had inklings of suspicion, she wasn't going to mention those just yet, "or I'll be forced to tell Fett.”

“You’re worrying over nothing,” you insisted with a small roll of your eyes. Sometimes you didn’t know who was worse - Fennec or Boba. Surely one had to have learned from the other as they became increasingly protective over you, “it’s fine, Fen.”

“It’s my job to worry about you,” she reminded you softly, “otherwise Fett will have my head. Besides, I happen to care about you as well. Please go to the healer this afternoon and just get a check up. What can it hurt?”

“Fine,” you agreed, begrudgingly, crossing your arms over your chest, “fine. But when nothing is wrong, I will gladly tell you both I told you so.”

“We’ll see about that, Princess,” Fennec gently pushed your hair out of your face as you huffed lightly. You felt more like a child than a respected adult at that moment.

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As you made your way back home - the newly redone and revamped palace that was welcoming to all - an odd sense settled over you. You felt...a million different things all at once, but none of them seemed real. A few tears had run down your cheeks as you almost laughed to yourself. You certainly weren’t going to be able to tell them I told you so after this.

And yet you didn’t mind - not at all. In fact, among all the worries and fears that rushed through your body, you were excited. Thrilled even. Who would have thought?

Marching down the stairs to the throne room, you expected to find Fennec to share your news with her, but instead you found a different sight. One that sent a spike of excitement flowing through your blood.

“Boba!” you hopped down the last few steps and bounded over to him. He immediately looked up from what he was working on, a smile gracing his features as he held his arms open to you. You almost bowled him over in your excitement, a feat compared to how much of a tank he was in the armor, “my love - you’re home!”

“As are you,” he kissed the top of your head before putting his hands on either side of your face, “Fennec told me you went to see the healer. Is everything alright?”

“Yes, but it can wait - how was your trip?”

“It was fine,” he gave you a curious look, “just business as usual. Now tell me - what aren’t you telling me?”

“You weren’t hurt or anything were you?” you looked him up and down, checking his face to make sure there were no new marks or injuries before following suit with the parts of him that were exposed to you. He scoffed lightly as you fawned over him, but deep down the big bad bounty hunter lavished in your praise, “no mishaps?”

“No mishaps, no injuries,” he promised as you peppered a few kisses across his cheeks, “out with it, Little One. I know you’re hiding something, you always get like this.”

“Hmmm,” you mused as you took a step backwards and tried your best to keep from brimming over with excitement, “and you are always a big worry wart over nothing, my love.”

“Only when it comes to you,” he insisted with a waggle of his finger, “now out with it, what’s going on.”

“Remember how I was feeling before you left?” you asked and he nodded with a grimace, “well I haven’t been feeling better-”

“You told me you had,” he accused as you gave him a sheepish look, “were you lying to me?”

“Maybe…” you plastered on the most innocent expression you could, “but none of it matters-”

“Of course it does!”

“Hush,” you held a finger up to his lips in order to silence him, “lemme finish. Well, this morning I still wasn’t feeling better, and Fennec insisted I go to the healer. She insisted and said you would too.”

“Of course I would, I’ve been telling you since -”

“I know, I know, I know,” you rushed out the words, very fiber of your being trembling with excitement, “I found out the reason I haven’t been well.”

“Is it a bug?” he asked as you shook your head, causing him to tilt his head to side in confusion, “if it’s not...what could it possibly be?”

“I’m pregnant,” you blurted out excitedly, unable to hold back any longer. Boba’s face shifted through about a million expressions as he looked at you expectantly and you nodded. A smile tugged on the corners of his mouth before he pulled you into his arms, clutching you against him as tightly as he possibly could, “we’re having a baby, Boba!”

“A baby,” he back as he studied your face, gently wiping away at the tears that had rolled down your cheeks while his own eyes glistened as well, “Little One - cyare - this is far better than I could have expected.”

“I know,” you agreed as he kissed you, “I never thought...it all makes sense now. The fatigue, not being able to keep food down - it’s so obvious. I don’t know why I didn’t think of this sooner.”

“A baby,” he was incredulous, unable to form a coherent thought at the exciting news. He never thought he would get this - you, a baby, an empire, anything - but it was, all coming to bless him at once. He had never been more thankful than in that moment. He looked down at your stomach, where there was still no evidence of your pregnancy just yet, but sighed contentedly before placing a gentle hand over it. He couldn’t wait to see you grow round with your child - his child - as time went on. If you thought he was protective over you before, then you were in for something else. Now that he had everything he could possibly ever want, he was never letting it go.

“You’re - you’re happy right, my love?” you asked as he met your eyes, lips trembling as they were tugged up lightly in the corners. Touching his cheek lightly, he keened into your touch before you gave him a gentle kiss, “I know we didn’t...plan this, but I’m happy.”

“Me too,” he promised as he wrapped you into another warm hug, this time being gentle with your stomach as you laughed, “I am happier than any man deserves to be. All thanks to you, Little One. I love you.”

“I love you too Boba,” you agreed, “I am so happy, so so happy. But there is one thing…”

“You’re not going to be able to call me Little One much longer,” you grinned as you put on your belly, “not once the real little one comes around.”

“Nonsense,” he insisted softly, “you’ll always be my Little One, Princess. Always.”

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moony-meadow · 4 years ago

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Going for Goldie (6)

Pt. 1 / Pt. 2 / Pt. 3 / Pt. 4 / Pt. 5

After Beelzebub departed, Mammon and I were once again alone together. The white-haired demon had resumed his place on the sofa, only now he was laid out on it with his back propped up against the armrest. This left me inside his stomach at a kind of incline. I’d taken to leaning against the back wall and was taking advantage of the surprisingly relaxing warmth the fleshy surface provided.

“I can’t believe I’m going to be stuck in here for hours,” I moaned, flopping my arm over my face dramatically. “So much for having a midnight snack.” It wasn’t uncommon for Beel and I to run into each other at the kitchen in the middle of the night. We both seemed to have a habit of craving late night treats.

“Well,” I felt Mammon’s hand plop down onto his stomach, causing a small tremor around me, “I could always swallow somethin’ for ya to eat.”

My face instantly formed into a grimace. “Don’t be disgusting, Mammon,” I chided. The idea of eating someone’s second hand food was positively repulsive. Though I knew the demon was joking, I still didn’t appreciate the crude commentary. A chuckle rumbled around me, but otherwise Mammon said nothing more.

“You know, I think since this turned out to be a lot more than a quick trip into your stomach, that you owe me Goldie privileges for at least three days,” I stated. Had I not already committed myself to helping Mammon keep his credit card from Lucifer, I might have abandoned the whole thing as soon as things got complicated. But, if I gave up now and made Mammon cough me up, then the whole thing might end up being for nothing.

A strangled noise of outrage came from Mammon. “Three days?! Ya gotta be kiddin’ me!” The stomach walls all pressed in around me slightly, I could only assume as a result of Mammon clenching his hand around his middle. “I--I’ll give ya two days, but that’s it!” he exclaimed after my lack of response displayed how serious I was about the matter.

“Fine, but you also have to take me out to dinner some night,” I declared.

Mammon unclenched his hand from around his stomach, but I could tell that he’d now tensed up all over. “Wha? You can’t be--pfft, like the Great Mammon would ever be caught goin’ out to dinner with a--with a human,'' he stammered. I had to stifle a giggle, I could just tell his face had become all blushy.

It was a pretty common occurrence that whenever I took part in some playful flirting with the Avatar of Greed, his face would heat up while he stuttered out insistences that he had no interest in humans. I knew it was just one of his defense mechanisms, so I had stopped taking offense to it a long time ago.

“It can be lunch if you prefer,” I replied, feigning ignorance.

“Huh? No--I’m only havin’ a meal with you if you’re the main course,'' Mammon finished the sentence proudly.

I rolled my eyes. “This is the last time I’m ever going to be in your stomach.” While I felt pretty sure of my own statement, there was a part of me that wondered if I really would be able to avoid being eaten again. Yesterday I would have said I would never let a demon eat me under any circumstances, and yet here I was sitting in the belly of the beast.

The pressure at the front of the stomach returned as Mammon rested both his hands on top of it. “Well ya better not end up in any other demon’s stomach,” he warned, a hint of possessiveness in his voice. “You are my human, after all.”

Being the Avatar of Greed, it wasn’t surprising to me that Mammon tended to be overprotective of his belongings. However, I never would have guessed I would be considered among those belongings. His possessiveness over me wasn’t only in regards to me being eaten, he had also expressed jealousy when his brothers tried to get a little too close to me. In a way, it was kind of endearing. Although, I always made a point to make it clear that I was not an object to be owned.

“I’m your friend,” I corrected smoothly, “and you don’t have to worry about anyone else eating me, at least not with my permission anyway.”

Mammon was silent, and for a moment I wondered if I’d made him upset in some way. But then his hand began to slowly and gently rub his stomach. I smiled softly and leaned forward to pat the outermost wall in response. The guy wasn’t the best at accepting compliments or genuine displays of affection, but he had his own little ways of showing his appreciation.

“Hey, Y/N?” Mammon spoke up, now idly trailing a finger over his stomach. “You’re not...I dunno, scared of me or nothin’, are ya?”

My eyebrows lifted in surprise. The genuine concern in the demon’s voice threw me off guard. He usually made an effort to try to convince people that he was an incredibly powerful demon that ought to be feared. And while his brothers often treated him as though he were weak, I knew better. Mammon was the second eldest of the seven Avatars, and therefore the second most powerful. However, the thing with Mammon was that the guy pretty much never flexed that power. For whatever reason, even when his little brothers smacked him around or called him names, Mammon never lashed out.

As a result of all that, it was easy for me to sometimes forget that I hung out with a potentially deadly demon on the daily. Of course, when Mammon had shrunk me I’d been reminded of that latent fear. However, I wasn’t about to tell him that. I didn’t know how he’d react to the knowledge that my natural instincts insisted I be wary of demons like him (especially when they were giant sized), but I certainly didn’t want him getting the impression that I was some scared little thing. Besides, logically I knew Mammon could (mostly) be trusted. Plus, having a pact with him meant I could stop him if he ever were to do something that really freaked me out.

“Oh please,” I dismissed. “It would take a lot more than an overgrown demon to scare me.”

“Hmmm,” Mammon hummed thoughtfully. “Maybe next time I should eat ya in my demon form, that might really give ya a fright.”

The joking tone of his voice was obvious, but I still sent a kick into the nearest wall in retaliation for the comment. “How many times do I have to tell you there won’t be a next time?” I huffed.

“Is it really so bad in there?” the demon inquired, once again prodding at the outside of his stomach.

I took a moment to assess my surroundings. It was just as pitch black as ever so I could only imagine what everything actually looked like. Surprisingly there was no foul odor, the stomach acid that was pooled at the bottom didn’t seem to have a scent to it. The temperature was a bit warmer than I’d prefer, but it was thankfully tolerable. And while the squishy stomach walls still kind of grossed me out, I had gotten pretty used to them already.

Being in the stomach itself wasn’t terrible, really it was the mere fact that I was in someone else’s stomach that I disliked so much. It was a matter of pride. Being in the Devildom, it was very important that I keep my head held high. Showing weakness would just encourage potential enemies to target me.

“It’s...well it’s not exactly the Ritz,” I responded, unsure of how exactly to explain it to Mammon. “I have no idea how I’m supposed to sleep in here either.” I couldn’t deny that it wasn’t entirely uncomfortable, but I wasn’t really sure if I’d be able to fall asleep with the knowledge that I was literally inside someone’s stomach.

As if on cue, Mammon gave a yawn that caused everything around me to tighten for a moment before loosening once again as he exhaled. “Well, let’s test it out,” he announced. That was the only warning I got before Mammon sat up and got to his feet.

With Goldie safely tucked away in a pocket, I was able to easily brace myself against the walls with both hands. I felt quite secure--that is until the floor suddenly became a wall and one of the walls I’d been holding onto suddenly became the floor. “I suppose I should have seen that coming,” I thought to myself.

After a few moments of shifting as Mammon got situated, everything around me finally settled and I was able to get myself comfortable. It wasn’t like there was a ton of room to spread out, but it was plenty of space for me to lay flat. The stomach acid had seemed to dissipate shortly after Mammon had laid down, as if his body had finally caught on that I wasn’t going to be digested so it had no business sticking around.

“Comfy?” the demon asked as he went back to gently rubbing his stomach in a circular motion.

I snorted. “About as comfortable as someone can get in a stomach.”

“Good,” Mammon replied cheerfully, unphased by my grumpy tone.

“You better not roll onto your stomach,” I warned. While I figured the action wouldn’t necessarily hurt me, I doubted it would be comfortable being squished by the entirety of the giant demon’s bodyweight.

A chuckle echoed around me. “Don’t worry, I’m not much of a stomach sleeper,” Mammon promised.

With nothing else much to say, and exhaustion beginning to heavily set in, I said, “Okay...then goodnight, I guess.”

“G’night, Y/N.”

In a matter of minutes I could tell Mammon had already fallen asleep. His breathing was slow and even and his heartrate had dropped to a resting level. Honestly, the natural ambience of his body was kind of relaxing. The up and down motion his breaths caused almost made me feel like I was on a gently floating boat. It didn’t take much longer for me to drift effortlessly into a deep sleep.

The next morning, as soon as Mammon and I woke up, I demanded he quickly get me out and unshrink me. My urgency was in large part spurred by the fact that my bladder was absolutely screaming at me after having not been emptied in so long. I didn’t even get the chance to relish my return to normal size before I darted out to the bathroom, but not before ordering Mammon never to tell another soul about the previous night’s events.

After dumping everything I’d been wearing into the wash, taking an hour and a half long shower, and then absolutely stuffing myself during breakfast, I actually felt back to normal. Of course, I wasn’t about to forget the experience of being eaten anytime soon. And something told me Mammon wouldn’t either.

#we've reached the final part woohoo #shall we vore #g/t #giant/tiny #g/t vore #soft vore

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18-fandoms-unite-08 · 5 years ago

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I had this nagging idea

Before I start tho, just wanna say that this is inspired by @blooming-rose-writings fic which is linked here,

This is in bullet points btw, I'm toooo lazyyy and my brain's all mushy from lack of sleep.

Also, quick note here, it's a crossover of DC and mlb, hmmm, maybe even Marvel. We'll see how my thought process goes with this.

So, basically the multi-verse theory.

Or perhaps the suitable term/type of it for this little fic would be, parallel universe. Like in CW's supergirl cross with The Flash. Yeah.

Okay, going back on track,

Basically, the main universe will be, say, DC (this is optional considering I have not one clue of which ship would be the main) .

So perhaps there's a crisis, world ending threat, all that yada yada villainous schist.

Let's say, the Justice League are, for once, incredibly out matched to stop this threat. Since, it's probs miraculous related. Maybe like, one of the miraculous boxes got lost and ended up in DC Universe, idk.

Suddenly Wonder Woman be like, "I know someone who can help" Probs either referring to master fu ( which is unlikely since memory lost and all that) or maybe Ladybug.

So since all the parallel universes yada yada, they don't know which to contact and which is active and schist. Hence them just using the JL magic users to summon all existing and active ladybugs and black cats, since they're yin and yang and they probs can't be separated, platonic or otherwise.

Or another option would be to like, use frequency stuff like in that one episode in The Flash where they contacted all the Dr. Wells from each parallel universe.

Either two could work.

Anyway,

Once they did that, multiple people start appearing in pairs since they're summoning both cat and ladybug from each universe and all that.

They suddenly start to notice a pattern going on.

There was always this girl with blue eyes and dark hair.

Of course, the other pair would differ.

That's when everyone was just like, wtf????

The pairs included like,

Mari and Felix, Mari and Adrien, Kagami, Chloe, Luka. Older Mari and Jason, Tim and even Dick.

But what had them all surprised was Marinette and a smiling Damian.

Like fuck dude. What the fuck is going on???

Once the last of the Miraculous duo appeared -there were at least 20 pairs(is that too much????), all of them just looked around and at each other and sighed.

And one of them said something along the lines of "I'm guessing there's another world-ending crisis?"

"No no, lemme guess. There's a universe-ending crisis? "

"Welp, another team up, I suppose!"

Soooo, I might make this into a fic. Dunno yet.

What do y'all think?

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writingfromkitchenator · 5 years ago

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Sam ~ Would You Like My Shoe?

1,300 Followers Challenge!

Requested by @unadulteratedwizardlove (Tumblr...why???)

Words: 1,307

Warnings: Teasing, minor injury, sexual references, fluff, fluff and more fluff

It was nice to finally have a night away from hunting, a night that just you and Sam could spend together, Dean happy to have the two of you disappear for a while, both of you having been getting restless in the bunker.

Sam’s arm sat loosely over your shoulders in the pub, the two of you chatting away, laughing, and reminiscing on old times and all the strange, sometimes wonderful, things that you’d been through. Occasionally, a darker time would come up, but one of you would carefully steer the conversation back away, soon laughing again.

“I’ve missed this,” Sam said, taking a drink. “I’ve missed time just between the two of us.”

“Me too,” You said and lean slightly against him. “It has been far too long.”

Sam shoots you grin. “I think Dean would’ve shot one of us sooner or later, guess we were throwing too many suggestions out to each other.”

You snort, returning his grin. “Please, like he doesn’t throw out a tonne of his own. If anything, he started it.”

“You should say that to him when you see him next, see how it takes it.”

The two of you try and hold back a laugh, but it quickly took over. Luckily, most of the others around, seemed content to ignore the both of you.

Sam sighs, smiling. “We probably should ease up on him a bit.”

“He’s a big boy, he can take it.” You kiss his cheek, getting his full attention. “What are we talking about him for anyway?”

Chuckling, Sam claims your lips in a kiss, his hand cupping your cheek, and the two of you stay like that for a long moment.

“How did I get so lucky?” Sam asked quietly, his thumb brushing your cheek gently as he smiles at you.

“Hmmm, definitely not via a lucky rabbits foot.” You grin.

“Oh,” Sam laughs. “Are we going to bring that up again are we?”

Beaming, you casually take a drink. “Well, it made you admit things to me, didn’t it?”

“Accidently,” Sam said. “And only because you were in the wrong spot at the wrong time.”

You snort. “You mean the right spot at the right time. I honestly don’t know how long it would’ve been otherwise.”

Laughing, there’s no missing the red creeping into Sam’s cheeks, who awkwardly avoids your gaze. “Well…you know…”

“I know you’re a dork,” Grinning, you kiss his cheek again and stand. “My shout this time.”

Sam watches after you as you head back to the bar to get them another round of drinks and he can’t help the soft smile that comes to him, wondering how it just got this far. He had indeed admitted his feelings during that case, but it had been while he and Dean were arguing, you just happened to walk in as Sam practically shouted it at Dean, he hadn’t even known you were there until Dean had started to laugh.

He still remembered going bright red as you’d just stared at him, Dean continuing to laugh, and he cursed losing that damned rabbit foot again, trying to stammer out some sort explanation on what he’d actually said.

You shook your head and told the two of them that they needed to get going with the case before one of them had an even more unfortunate accident.

Once everything was over, then you approached Sam and the quiet, the two of you sitting there and having a very long conversation that led to you having been together ever since.

It seemed, after all this time, you still weren’t going to let Sam let it go.

You returned with both drinks and some food, Sam smiling as you sit back down, the two of you quickly getting back into the flow of conversation.

A few hours later, both of you successfully a fair bit beyond tipsy, you started walking back to the motel the two of you had for the night, haplessly giggling at each other as you stumble over your feet.

It wasn’t a long walk back to the motel, but it didn’t stop it feeling far too long, Sam eventually pulling you to him in the middle of the street and capturing your lips in a deep, needy kiss that leaves your heart rate moving just a little faster.

As his hands wonder though, you quickly remember where you are, pushing him away in a new fit of giggles. “Sam!”

Sam grins against you, his lips trailing down your neck. “What? We’re only kissing, nothing wrong with that.”

You laugh loudly as his onslaught continues. “We’re in the middle of the street!”

“I’m sure people won’t mind a show.”

Laughing, you manage to slip free from his grip, quickly stepping back. “Good for them, I however, have preference for a bed.”

Sam snorts, stalking towards you. “Is that so? I’m sure I can change your mind.”

You wink. “You have to catch me first!”

He lunged for you, but his hand closed on air as you dart way, your laughter taunting him as you take off down the street, towards the motel. You could hear Sam quickly following you, his own laughter ringing through the night, and you picked up speed, determined not to be caught until you wanted to be.

Half sliding around the corner to get to your door, it was only seconds later that you heard a crash that stopped you dead in your tracks.

Jogging back around the corner, you see Sam sprawled out on the ground, and you hurry to his side, helping him to his feet.

“Are you alright?” You asked, a little worried.

Sam looked more confused than hurt, although he was rubbing his elbow. “Yeah, I just…slipped, I think? I dunno.”

You giggle, unable to help it. “Uh huh. Let’s get you inside before you seriously hurt yourself.”

He takes a step and stops, frowning down at his feet where he was clearly missing a shoe, looking around for it and then miserably looking at the drain he’d fallen over. “I lost my shoe.”

The laughter that left you was uncontrollable, unable to help it after the event you’d been discussing early.

Sam pouts at you. “It’s not funny Y/N.”

“I’m sorry,” You said through tears. “But this is just-this is just-”

He watches as you fight to control your laughter, the annoyance slowly leaving him as he sighs. “You jinxed it.”

Beaming at him, still giggling, you hold up one of your feet to him. “Would you like my shoe?”

Sam starts laughing and the two of you are soon leaning on each other for support, unable to move anywhere for a few moments until you’re back in control of yourself.

“I don’t think your shoes will fit,” Sam finally said, and you barely catch his smirk. “But I will take you.”

You scream as he picks you up, throwing you over his shoulder, and marching you both towards your room as it turns to laughter. “You cheated!”

Sam laughs, keeping you still. “Give me some slack, I’m one shoe short.”

This only causes a new round of giggles, even as Sam reaches your motel room door and fumbled with the key to get the two of you inside.

He kicks the door closed after him and he doesn’t hesitate to throw you down on the bed and quickly climb on top of you, his lips claiming yours through your continuing giggles.

Sam quickly tugs his shirt free, but then finds himself stopping as he looks down at you, your smile loving and adoring.

He returns the smile and kisses the tip of your nose. “Screw that damned rabbits foot, I’m the luckiest man in the world.”

You beam and wrap your arms around his neck, holding him close. “I love you too Sam Winchester.”

#supernatural #sam winchester #sam #sam x reader #short #drabble #1300 followers challenge

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atopearth · 4 years ago

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Piofiore: Fated Memories Part 4 - Orlok Route

I feel like Orlok and his "master" are really flexible characters lol, they basically do whatever they want in the other routes without really having a strict objective or I guess a belief they adhere to? I feel like all Orlok does is follow the guy and try his best to protect Lili, which I have to question whether it's really that much safer for her to be with the Lao-Shu than outside tbh lol, like I doubt Orlok is there for her 24/7 and the Lao-Shu aren't really dedicated to protecting her. It's kinda interesting to hear Orlok praise Rosberg so much and say Dante is a traitor, I wonder why Orlok is so devoted to Rosberg, I mean how old is Orlok that he seems to have been killing all his life (if needed) and being a dodgy informant for the Church? Considering how much regard he holds for Rosberg and the Church, does he not question the reason for someone like him to exist? If they got rid of the Mafia, would Burlone really work out better if the Church monopolised control? It's kinda amusing how Orlok says he prefers to not kill people if he "doesn't need to", but like c'mon Orlok, you say killing is not God's will, but I'm also sure God didn't delegate people or someone like Rosberg to decide who can be killed and who is okay to be killed as long as it's for the Church or whatever. Aside from being brainwashed, I find it difficult to understand Orlok's sentiments and beliefs.

I love how Fei and Lan are still pretty friendly with Lili in this route. Lmao at Orlok being ready to fight them if Lan wants to steal Lili's shrimp haha. Omgg, them eating congee and youtiao makes me crave it in the middle of the night lolll. Anyway Lili, just because Orlok isn't a bad person, that doesn't mean he's a good person or that the person he is following is a good person lol. Honestly, with how obsessed Orlok is with Rosberg, I don't know how to really trust him lol. Lmao at Orlok saying yep Lili must be the chosen one since the food she cooks is so delicious hahahah. It was pretty cute seeing Orlok playing with the church kids and sleeping on the grass with them, it felt so serene and peaceful. I didn't think they'd get to visit the church nearly everyday though! Lol, I guess maybe not for too long since Yang sent Lee and some men to "guard" them from a Falzone attack now and they're just scaring off other church goers. Mmmm, torta di riso (Italian rice cake?) sounds so good!! I can see why Lan and Fei were interested. I love how Lili got one to halve with Orlok just so he could try it, since she knew if she just asked him if he wanted one he would say no. Hmmm, so little Orlok was the one who killed Dante’s father back in the day? Well, Orlok is very naive to think that the Lao-Shu actually care and believe in Rosberg's prophecy, and omg he didn't even report to Rosberg something big like the Lao-Shu spreading everywhere that Lili saving Burlone is Rosberg's prophecy and implying that the Lao-Shu are on good terms with him by knowing it and protecting the holy one aka Lili. Like I don't care about Rosberg but if I was him, I would be annoyed at Orlok lol.

I don't really see why Orlok finds it necessary to kill Dante tbh, rather than it being "necessary", it's simply more convenient for him to protect Lili if Dante wasn't chasing them around, but Orlok knows that Dante would never hurt Lili, so in the end, I find Orlok's reason for Dante needing to die dubious at most. On the other hand, Nicola dying to protect Dante was saddening, and I can't imagine how crappy Dante must feel now. First, he couldn't protect his father from Orlok, and now his big brother/best friend got killed by Orlok and it was because of him as well...he must be in so much pain. I think what's also making it difficult for me to like Orlok is his insistence on Dante and them being traitors towards God and needing to be punished, which I can understand is because Rosberg probably took care of him all these years blah blah, but when do you Dante's route before this, it just makes it harder to empathise and sympathise with Orlok knowing how much Dante sacrificed as the boss of the Falzone and the burdens he carries. Otherwise, every time Lili sees a bit more of Orlok's non-existent lifestyle, my heart breaks. The poor boy has only lived to follow Rosberg's orders and nothing else, he probably doesn't even know how to live without him. It was really sweet of Lili to thank him for protecting her all the time, I think Orlok really needs the human kindness from her that he's never experienced from anyone else. Their life in hiding is so nice lmao, Lili can still cook so many nice dishes and she even thought about making sweets lmao. It was really kind of Orlok to reassure her that she's not useless and can cook such good food. It's cute how much he likes it all haha. On the other hand, I honestly feel like Gil's motive for killing Orlok is so forced and petty for someone like him, even if the deal he lost was important and gives good money, it seems pretty weird for him to spend so much time looking for Orlok and getting back at him by killing him just because of it, and he's even going to kill or sell Lili as well? Yahh, I dunno, doesn't feel like Gil. At least I can understand Dante since he's always been an emotional person, and hearing Nicola say that he'll always be with Dante as his last words would be so heart-wrenching.

Lili feeding Orlok and staying beside him until he slept was so cute, it's nice that he's getting to experience "normal" things, it's saddening to think about the scars all over his body when he's so young. Anyway, I love how Orlok always appreciates Lili and everything she does, and makes sure to tell her that, it just makes you happy to hear it haha. I'm glad Lili finally told Orlok what she truly thinks of Rosberg after hearing Orlok's stories and stuff, but I guess she could have worded it better instead of just saying he seems like a liar lol.I guess it doesn't matter since it'll be hard for him to accept regardless, at least it'll make him think about it though and I think that's the most important. I think it's nice that Rosberg ordering Orlok to kill Lili is kinda what makes him start to question whether this is really right. It'll be hard regardless since if Rosberg's wrong, then that means he hasn't been killing people "in the name of God" all this time and that will be difficult to accept and swallow, but it's something he'll eventually have to face. I really liked it when Lili told Orlok that she isn't a saint and is just human, so she's scared of dying even if her sacrifice will save people, and she's right, she's not Jesus or something lol, she's going to be scared no matter what.

Awww, I really like the little kid who lives on the street called Luca, he's so cute. I especially love how he's like a part of the Orlok and Lili family, and how he thinks they eloped haha. I think it would be so nice if they could really live like a family and eat meals together all the time. I knew Luca was going to die when they couldn't find him, but it was so heartbreaking to hear a little kid think he was going to go to hell because he stole things to survive. So I'm glad Orlok and Lili were there to make his last moments much more peaceful, even though it was still super painful, I hate having to see children die😭 Well, Yang fell rather easily lol~ Honestly, even though I'm happy that Orlok doesn't believe in Rosberg anymore, I would be so annoyed if I had a friend or someone killed by Orlok, like excuse me?! You only start to doubt the guy after he tells you to kill someone important to you? What about all the other people you killed that were important to other people?! It isn't even about logically realising that Rosberg is dodgy either, it's because Orlok doesn't think that someone like Lili should be killed and that's why he doesn't believe in him anymore. Anyway, I find it kinda silly that in the end the Key Maiden isn't even that important because apparently you can get the artifact if you have control over the land! I just feel sorry for Orlok though, since he's a kind person at heart. Also, I'm not sure what exactly prompts Emilio to start doing something about this whole thing, but seriously, he was waiting for Rosberg's compassion to awaken until now?! I don't understand where that compassion could have been if he's been using Orlok and maybe other disciples to do his bidding and kill people he thinks are in his way😶

Seriously, Gil pisses me off in this route lol. I feel like he's so silly and petty, aside from the stupid deal thing, he’s blaming it on Orlok because he caused a commotion and didn't give him any compensation unlike the Falzone lolll, he's also blaming Lili for not denying she was a Saint and that caused a lot of people to get tricked by the Lao-Shu. Okay, usually, I'm like don't blame the victims, and I still am, but honestly, people in town believe things so easily. Anyway, that's not the point I guess lol, I just wanted to say that Gil should know better than to blame Lili. Yeah, maybe she's got some responsibility for being a part of all this, but you can't blame her and say it's her fault. Firstly, he understands that the Lao-Shu threatened her with the church etc and he knows that it would be beyond her powers to go against Yang, but still blames her for running away to protect herself. Yep, like staying here would make her anymore useful? She's told these people she's not a Saint before, what do you want her to do? Can she control how brainless they are? Just as Gil is saying she should take responsibility for this, the victims also need to be taking responsibility for their own actions. I won't blame them for being dumb (even though I kinda do), but if he's going to blame Lili like that, he might as well blame the victims too. It's just so silly and I just roll my eyes every time I see Gil, it's like drama created just for drama. Anyway, I still find it funny that Gil finds the need to kill Orlok and Lili I guess because of all this hahaha, like could there not be a better reason?! You really have a lot of time on your hands, Gil... Also, if Gil really cared about justice for the elderly and the Visconti name being tarnished, shouldn't he be going after Rosberg since he's obviously evil and caused all this alongside Yang? But no, of course he won't because that's too difficult considering his position and influence, so instead Gil is just going to bully Orlok and Lili, the no-name scapegoats that no one cares about if something happens to them. It's ridiculous and I'm annoyed. Anyway, I also find it hilarious that Gil would sacrifice his men for this in the sense that he's willing to kill them along with Orlok if needed, like lmao, he's a full on villain now. He's nothing like the Mafia boss he's supposed to be. I always thought Dante was the compassionate one, Nicola would be a practical boss and Gil was the charming one that naturally got people to follow him, but there's honestly nothing charming about him right now and his reasons are dubious at most, totally not worth sacrificing their lives for this.

Anyway, despite the hilarity of things, I do enjoy how Orlok is starting to understand the gravity of his sins and the repercussions of not thinking for himself. It's not his fault for being used and manipulated since he's a victim too, but it doesn't change that he's killed too many people and I think the first step for him is to accept all that. Anyway, I understand Orlok wanting to live despite everything, but after taking Nicola and his father, is it really justifiable to kill Dante as well just so that he can live? Maybe it's normal to be "selfish" when it comes to the desire to live, but I personally find it deplorable to an extent since Dante isn't wrong to say Orlok ruined his life. Killing his father was something that couldn't be helped at the time, but killing Nicola who was Dante's only support makes me mad that Orlok gets to go for his happy ending by killing everyone around him even though he's supposed to be "not like killing people anymore". Technically, I don't see why Orlok can't choose to run away. Dante technically gave him this chance. Sure, if Dante sees his face all the time, any person would be pissed off enough to want to kill him for revenge, but if Orlok ran away I honestly doubt Dante himself would chase him down. And even if he does, is that really worse than killing Dante? Why is Orlok killing someone who has already suffered enough from his actions just to save himself? You know what? I do like Orlok's conviction towards wanting to live a happy life with Lili, but at the same time I hate that in the end, the one who has to forgive Orlok is Dante as he dies by his hands. I'm sure Dante didn't really "hate" him in the sense that Orlok himself was an unforgivable human being (otherwise his last words would have been different), Dante just didn't know how to handle all these feelings of lost, of the truth with his father's death and how to not blame it on Orlok even though he understands how much of a victim Orlok himself is, and that's why I hate it, and I hate Orlok. I don't feel like he and Lili truly understand what it means to kill someone and live with that, because when people choose such a decision, it is because it's inevitable for one, and two because they truly regret taking this person's life but it can't be helped kinda thing. It doesn't mean you can kill other people so you yourself can be happy. What Lili and Orlok are doing are basically killing Dante to live an "easier" life for themselves and that pisses me off. Killing Dante also creates other societal repercussions, so it's not even what's good for Burlone itself. And what about all the people who love Dante such as Giulia? Lili and Orlok literally only cared about themselves. Honestly this best ending is the worst ending and I went from thinking Orlok was cute to hating every decision he made and being annoyed at Lili for always being like yeah that's bad but it's okay, we need to be happy. Anyway, seriously, if Emilio could take them in under the protection of the Church, I'm sure they could have done that without killing Dante. Yeah, he'll be pissed but I doubt he'd have the power to force them to remove Orlok. And honestly if their life just revolves around the Church, daily prayers and taking care of children etc, they won't necessarily have to even see Dante, Emilio could just as easily fake his death or just hide him, I'm sure Orlok wouldn't mind that. Yeah, I'm annoyed. Dante's route was boring but I didn't hate it, this one I legit hate.

As expected, the good ending had them on the run "forever". I guess it was a nice bittersweet ending? Honestly though, if they killed Dante in the church, I think I would have been able to accept that better in the best ending, because Dante really was pushing them to the brink and it would have been difficult to go easy on him there, but yeah I guess it doesn't really matter anymore. Anyway, for the tragic ending, I find it kinda funny how the Direttore tells them that if they leave Italy, then the Mafia can't do anything to them, but the church can since they're spread all over the world, and it's just like, this organisation that only has one church in the whole Burlone has branches all over the world?! Well, that was unexpected, is this what happens if Dante gets so consumed by his hatred that he doesn't even care about protecting Lili and his duty to the family? All he cares about is tormenting Orlok? Which I guess is pretty effective, but very cruel to Orlok, I feel sorry for him. It was so sad to see Orlok and Lili so close to each other but never able to be together. It was also terrible of Dante to have cut the tendons of their legs so they can never "run away". Even though it was cruel, I really liked how truly tragic it was for all parties. For Orlok and Lili who could never be together, but forced to see each other suffer, and for Dante a kind person to be imprisoned by hatred tormenting people and himself for all eternity because he's lost everyone important to him.

Overall, I really like Orlok as a character but I really don't like his route lol. I've always had a soft spot for LIs like Orlok who are inherently kind even if they're being used, and I just love all the inner turmoil he has to go through when he's faced with his beliefs and learning to question them. I guess I just didn't like how things were executed after a while. Like, I think it was supposed to be romantic how his love for Lili made him go against Rosberg's orders to kill her, but it made me mad instead because his reason for going against Rosberg wasn't because he thought there was something wrong, it was because he felt that if Lili needed to die, then it can't be right. Maybe there's not much of a difference, but for me it felt like instead of Orlok learning to think for himself, he instead became reliant on Lili's existence. By wanting to be with her and loving her, he just kinda changed who he wanted to be with, and yeah Lili is better than Rosberg of course, but I personally wanted Orlok to grow, not be dependent on someone "more important". Anyway, the other thing I didn't like was as usual, how the other Mafia bosses died. I won't say much about it because I probably already complained enough about how ridiculous Gil was, but tbh Yang randomly dying was so anti-climactic lol. Although I do admit I've come to better terms with Dante's death in a sense because of what happened in the bad endings lol, but personally I still hate the best ending because honestly I don't mind it when characters want to be happy and try to obtain it even if it's selfish kinda thing, because I do believe that everyone deserves happiness and sometimes not everyone can be happy. But I do have a problem with when the characters are being selfish and then make it sound like there was absolutely no other choice and that they are bearing these "sins" when they really aren't (imo). Orlok and Lili killed so many people for their so called "happiness" and I honestly don't believe that killing anyone to achieve that happiness is the only or correct way. At least for Yang, he was a bad person through and through, but for Orlok, they try to make him redeem himself by not killing people, but in the end he kills all the most important people, even the person he owes so much to just so he can be happy and that really annoyed me. So honestly, even though I had more emotions towards this route than Dante's, I would choose boring over being annoyed haha. Otherwise, Lili and Orlok were really cute and pure, I enjoyed how innocent their love was, and how they shared happiness in such little things like just spending time with each other.

#piofiore fated memories #piofiore no banshou

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chubbyooo · 5 years ago

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Blurred Lines: Cursed Past Chapter 85 - Love Over Great Distances

Hey all Gacen is back its been so long since this orange oaf has done stuff which kinda makes sense since he's been with Risha Gacen begins the search for Sumalee but makes sure to keep Risha close

Gacen felt calm, he hadn’t left Risha’s side since arriving on Gabredor Prime, the planet was so weird it was so remote but also so beautiful, he had to admit he hadn’t been looking at the planet's beauty much though. He looked down at her lying in his arms and smiled, she really had waited for him, their love was real, he stroked her hair as she looked up at him still looking as smarmy as ever but clearly happy he was here. It was impressive she’d managed to get this set up in five years but not surprising, she could do anything when she set her mind to it and he’d help her whatever it took, he wasn’t a coward anymore.

Gacen frowned thinking to himself “so how do you think Sumalee is going to react when she sees me, throw me down the stairs or just groan” Risha laughed shaking her head at him

She smiled “she doesn’t hate you that much just the right amount, that sweet spot I found too” Gacen faked a gasp acting all offended “oh come on don’t make me feel bad dumbass” she sat up putting her forehead against his

Gacen smiled “I know I’m just kidding I’ll do my best to convince her despite the fact I’d rather just stay here with you, I only just got back and now I have to go again” he pouts at Risha who to no surprise doesn’t jump to comfort him

She tapped the comm link she gave him “you may go but I’m not letting us seperate that easy you better talk to me the whole time i spent ages getting these encrypted so it’s safe for us to talk” Gacen smiled at her

He teased “awwww you did that for me you must really love me” Risha smirked rolling her eyes

She leaned forward “don’t flatter yourself or I’ll be forced to divorce you” Gacen chuckled right back to their old routine

He faked surprise “you wouldn’t dare” Risha chuckled to herself clearly happy to have her ‘dumbass’ back

Risha winked “oh just watch me” she pulled him in close for what he assumed would’ve been a snide comment but as she did her face softened and she just hugged him tight

Gacen hugged her back “aw Rish I guess we can’t quite go back to what we were, a few things have changed after all” she nodded squeezing him tight “it’s ok it’s ok though I promise I won't turn this off ok” She let him go wiping her eyes and smiling

She punched him playfully “you better not we can’t have anything bad happening to the future Queen's husband” Gacen smiled at her laughing to himself what an odd nickname

He tested his comm “testing one two, ‘Rish...loves... me’ you getting that ‘best...I am…the...best” Risha put her hand on her forehead

She chuckled “I’m already regretting giving you that but yes it does work” she tests her own “and you should be able to hear this ‘No...he...isn’t’” Gacen gasped comically as she spoke

He smiled “well it seems to work Rish” he looked out the window “has M4-SK prepared the ship” Risha nodded following him to the door “and he understands his ‘role’ right he seems eccentric even for a droid” Risha shrugged holding onto his hand

She sighed “I dunno probably he may be weird but he gets really in character so is much more reliable if he gets caught just don’t give him too much backstory or he’ll try to work it in” Gacen made a mental note to avoid that

Gacen took her hands and smiled “thanks Rish I promise I’ll be back in a flash with Sumalee” he pulled her into a long kiss after which neither really wanted to let go holding each other for a few minutes

Risha eventually broke away “well you best be back soon I have other things I need you for” Gacen gave her a quizzical flirty look “I don’t mean that! I mean other missions, come on Gacen that stuff goes without saying” Gacen chuckled squeezing her hands before turning to walk to the ship

Once in the cockpit he turned on the comm link leaning against the wall “hey girl I hear your home alone want some company” a long elongated sigh came back through with what sounded like a stifled laugh as well

Risha tutted “you are the worst I swear” Gacen strolled to the cockpit and sat down in the pilot's chair

He responded “yeah but I’m your worst it’s too late to back out now you admitted how cute you find me” M4-SK looked at him quizzically but didn’t press the issue

Risha groaned “are you gonna be like this the whole trip” Gacen knew what the answer was but just whistled innocently…

Later they were coming up on Wayland and M4-SK had been asking questions “if I may I’d like to know a little more about my character” Gacen had done his best to avoid answering questions so far but he couldn’t hold out forever

Gacen groaned “you’re a protocol droid for me a travelling mystic” he gestured to the robes he was wearing that vaguely resembled the Jedi robes he’d seen during his time in the republic

Risha came through the comms “ooo wow what a mysterious hermit of course he has magic powers why not show me a few” Gacen rolled his eyes she’d been making fun of his outfit non stop

M4-SK rubbed their chin “yes I’m aware but do you really think people will buy you as a mystic what if I played the mystic” Gacen frowned at him what was so unconvincing about that

He put his hands on his hips “um first of all rude and second of all droids can’t do magic it’s literally impossible” M4-SK tutted clearly disagreeing

He continued “maybe in your small minded universe but in the acting world anyone can be anything” Gacen had a look of disbelief on his face and leaned back whispering into the commlink

He asked “does he have any idea this isn’t a play?” why of all the droids was he stuck with this one

Risha responded equally unsure “Honestly I don’t know I’ve told him over and over but he just seems to ignore me so eventually I just gave up” Gacen sighed of course

He sat back up “hmmm maybe a good idea as an experiment but for now we need to nail this so I’ll play the mystic” M4-SK shook his head going back to co-piloting

He tutted “fine but it’s your funeral when the reviews come in” Gacen just decided to ignore him as the planet of Wayland came into view, it was a mainly mountainous planet with many trees dotted around and as they brought the ship down they found there was a decent number of inhabitants they landed close by and soon encountered the Crystal skinned humanoids.

After a quick translation from M4-SK and a crude drawing of a togrutas montrals they were directed towards a mountain with a flat plateau in the side of it, overall it seemed promising now it was just about convincing Sumalee to come with him

As he walked up the mountain he continued to talk to Risha “so why do you think Sumalee came here I thought she was a respected member of the jedi” Gacen put his hand up against the wind as it blew his cloak back he felt very out of his element

Risha responded quickly “I’m not quite sure apparently it’s one of those ‘strong in the force planets” Gacen got that vibe he wasn’t sure why “and you know she was never really the most ‘by the code’ Jedi” that was true

Gacen smiled “I mean she knew us that’s pretty not by the book” she had given them far too many favours and pardons over the years

Risha agreed “exactly it may just be that she wanted to strike out on her own” Gacen guessed that was possible

He shook his head “well let’s just hope that she’s more agreeable to smugglers named Gacen than before” Gacen hoped so anyway he didn’t ever appreciate being on the wrong end of a lightsaber

He made his way up the mountain and by the end his feet were as sore as can be he was not a climber, he leaned on the stick he’d found to use as a walking stick. “Yes I made it oh my god I’m so tired” he took a moment to rest

Risha teased him “oh you poor thing whatever will you do” Gacen rolled his eyes looking up at the rest of the Plateau

He saw at the end there was a figure floating in the air seemingly meditating, he recognised the montrals and hoped this had all been worth it.

She turned and lowered herself to the ground “you have come here seeking answers mystic? Well go ahead ask away” she lifted her hood revealing the red skin of Master Sumalee

Gacen gritted his teeth ready “well not exactly” he took his own hood off with a cheesy grin “I actually came here seeking you, what’s up girl how’ve you been” Sumalee’s expression dropped

She sighed “oh fuck” she strode towards him “what do you want Gacen and if you’re going to ask me where Risha is I don’t know” she folded her arms and turned away

Gacen held the back of his neck “weeeeeelll I actually may have the answer to that question” Sumalee turned around her face softening “and I’ll tell you if you listen to my proposition” Sumalee seemed to consider it for a few seconds

She took a long pause “you get five minutes otherwise I throw you off my mountain” Gacen nodded that seemed fair, he’d have to talk fast...

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randomkposts · 5 years ago

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Stalker with a crush

K: E, crack idea. Kyoto hitman reborn crossover with Yandere simulator

How the crack crossover would go, depends on who Yandere has a crush on.

The easiest would be Tsuna, who pre-reborn invokes protective feelings in Yandere, and makes them want to go after his bullies. They even had a kidnapping plan prepared, only for Reborn to show up, and all these guys to start surrounding him, like bodyguards.

Though it would be hilarious if Yandere crushed on Hayato, or Hibiri, for different reasons

E:Ong Plus its very norm for Tsuna to straight up tun into someone. And he's a sweetie.

The only time a girl ever liked him first and she's nuts.

K: It would be very Tsuna, wouldn't it

E: It would and it's hilarious for us. Now he can also pressured vy reborn to take the delinquents as a "Decimo" should uphold *something somthing reborn would say*"

Gokudera would probably jump the bomb on that one already goes on the delinquents.

Hibari would be suuuuuuper hard to get to even come to this place and honestly Yan-chan would find him as a t he eat *i mean as long as she ain't breaking rule she good*

K: That one opens up the most scenarios. Like a possible spinoff, where Yandere did go through with the kidnapping earlier, Nana tells her husband, and a crazy struggle opens up to find Tsuna. The Mafia, VS yandare's family, would be quite a battle.

E: Hibiri and Megami teeth clenched teamwork.

K: Yamato has so many fangirls (and boys) that it would probably start up some rivalry's, if Yan's attention is on him.

E:A long line of Yandere? Already implied to have some hands in the underworld. They're pretty damn great at tying up loose ends.

They haaaaate eachother so much. Well maybe Megami does, Hibari doesn't give a fuck.

K: Meanwhile, Tsuna and his future fiancee are in a different town, where nobody's bullying him, and it's a bIt weird, not terrible.

E: Yamato fanclub totally. You know I think Budo knows kendo I believe.

K: "Join the boxing club"

"I have formed my own club"

E: He would try that!!!! Someone would even explain to him you can join the other two clubs but nope!!

JOIN HIS BOXING CLUB

K: The other way it could swing, is Yandere becoming a Guardian. What kind of flame do you think they would have?

E: Yandere I always see to have either a cloud flame. Or malleable en9ugh to have storms.

K: I wonder if an argument could be made for lightning flame. Lightning's property is hardening, right? Except, rather than physical hardening being it's first use in the household, it's emotional hardening. We don't question it as much in the show, but Lambo is a 5 year old Hitman. And otherwise seems to be a normalish kid, demanding attention.

What if he hardened himself towards killing, in a bid for parental attention.

Or perhaps, he demands so much attention, because his parents are absentee

E: He was also sent out basically on a death mission by his own family.

Kids gotta be emotionally strong enough to be in a household like that. We never did find out what the hell his parents are even doing.

Not even Fuutas.

K:Yandere, uses hardening properties to achieve a different emotional effect. Hardening against them. Their dad is a kidnapped victim, living with his murderous kidnapping wife who is obsessed with him first and foremost, and teaching the kid to be like her. Social skills were not taught particularly well as a small child, which led to further isolation from peers. They didn't even notice they were doing it, just shut It all out.

E: True. Even Yan mother even see her as a threat. Imagine being on the side of a murderous intentions from your own mother.

Yan has to be emotionally hardened at this point. She is pretty good to have as a mafia ally. I mean it's not far fetched for them to try to control her . I mean they have Mukuro with them. The Yakuza ending also pretty much stated she would join them. She kidnaps a lot of girls and boys without getting caught.

K: Tsuna, catches their attention. This boy, who the school calls no good, who is failing his classes, who is ruthlessly picked on. He keeps coming. And they start to get mad at the people who keep picking on this sweetie, and then he talks to them one day, and that's it. They feel a lot for him & are determined to put a smile on his face.

And while just talking to him would probably do that , Yandere is too shy to do that, and resorts to other things.

And they are unhardening, and finding emotion can be brought to the forefront to do things for him, and he must be Sempi.

Hayato gets kidnaped a few times (and rescued by Bianchi and others), before Yandere realized they both are here to protect Tsuna

Like, before they bond over that, Hayato is out smoking or something, and just gets nabbed.

He has conspiracy theories over who is kidnapping him.

He kind of just wakes up in these random houses.

One time Hibiri rescues him, and goes after Yandere for disturbing the peace, with kidnapping. And Hayato gets rescued from the truck by kusakabe.

The Yakuza are doing the kidnapping, because that would cut into time with Senpai.

E: Other things like leaving encouraging note to him in his locker or small gifts he would like *honestly Tsuna would be so touched if someone even remembers to include him in something. And it is canon option for Senpai*

Would Yandere be more lax in them? If he is also interested in protecting Senpai, then ally?

Omg.

Stop cutting into time with Senpai, she makes sure he gets home safe!

K: Eventually, they decide, with all the problems that come after Sempai, more people on the job may not be a bad thing.

How would Reborn react to all of this? Would he be dropping cryptic hints.

K: He totally would.

He's probably not liking how much attention Yan would bring if she isn't careful. Impressed with her skills, but honestly who is he to judge in his own profession. Utilize her skills. He would have already gone through her background even her parents. Ryoba history is the most surprising so far.

K:How would Mukuro becoming Sempai possibly come about? As a what if, I mean. It's pretty unlikely, given he's in prison, as is most of the Varia, but this is a crack premise, so it's a possibility, I guess.

If she's the most surprising so far, then he has not gotten far into the family history.

E:Well can it be possible for Chrom to be senpai? She's quiet and sweet. Kind and Senpai can be a girl or boy either way doki doki.

Ahaha yeah, true. He hasn't gona so far cause he wasn't expecting her parents to be ...well a boy who went missing and a girl who was on trial of a decade for murder.

He probably started looking into Yan history if he noticed her skulking around Tsuna.

K: That's a good point.

Operation: find Sempai organs is a go

A family history reading that disturbs Reborn the more he reads it.

E:FIND HER MATCHING ORGANS

The more he goes, the more fucking questions he has. How big is this family even?

He would start looking in local Yakuza history or the underworld to see if Aishi family has connections to it.

K: With Yandere unhardening, through friendship, operation organs may happen anyway How long has this been happening, and why was it none of the reports!!?

E: If senpai cares for his friends and wants them happy, if that makes Senpaj happy she would do it.

CAUSE AISHI'S ARE HELLA DETAILED IN THEIR WORK

They slip under the radar as they please. Reborns a bit chilled at how long this has been going on and no one seems to notice

It happened in literally thousands of people watching and she still was acquitted innocent

Reborn can see Yan as a blessing in a really messed up disguise as she has talking a liking towards Tsuna. Maybe this can work in his favor

K: Who else is in this investigation ?

E: *lol Yan is pretty pissed at how much trouble Reborn puts Senpai in*

WAIT WE FORGOT ABOUT THE REPORTER. (C :Part of reborns investigation? Maybe Info?)

K: Idk, isn't he worried she might kidnapping him?

E: Maybe, but is she did Reborn would be getting kinda loose in his abilities as a hitman if that happens

K: what about info and the rivals?

E:With the right manipulation he can make it work. Yan may be a dangerous girl but she's still too young and is still learning. Rivals? Depends on how they react with Tsuna?

If Yan find out about Kyoko, she a dead girl. Nah jk, Ryohei wouldn't let that happen and IF TSUNA EVER FOUND OUT.

K:It could happen in the future. Just one day, the demecio dissapes.

Does he still have a crush on Kyoko, in this world? It's middle school, and another rival may have caught his interest. maybe Ami?

E: Well I kept thinking back to One day Decimo disappears and honestly i really like that idea he just vanishes

K: Did his lightning grab him, or was it someone else? Can you see Tsuna having a crush on any of the Yansim rivals instead of Kyoko?

E: Yan i wanna say to most. Dedication and honestly it can be the long game. Everyone thinks they're finally as normal as they can get. But one day maybe during a siege, **i wanna say Yan helped it start but that would be redundant maybe take opportunity of it happening to do it* they Tsuna.

Hmmm definitely Ami

Osana is like "ehhh" why she keep going tsuntsun on him

Mida/and the Nurse is obvious no

He might blush *i would too what the hell is the dress code in Akademi???*

Osoro would scare him

Hanako would probably like him to be honest,

K: Would Kokona show up?

E: He think sport club leader Asu is pretty cool

K: and Oka? Osoro?

E: Kokona is fucking sweetie too. OKA IS TOO PRECIOUS. BUT SHE WOULD KINDA SCARE HIM WITH THE OCCULT STUFF. She would remind him of Chrome

K:they should meet!!

E:Osoro would scare him. Like a female Hibari just more hnnn i dunno i say sane to

THEY SHOULD OMG I WOULD DIE FROM HAPPINESS.

K: Osoro and Hibari fight a lot due to disturbing the peace. Are they both clouds you think?

E:Uekiya would also be a great choice too!

HIbari would fight her cause of her delinquents. Hibiri isn't going to have that.

I wanna see her delinquents vs the disciplinary committee.

MY YANKEE HAIRED ELVIS BOIS ARE GONNA WIN.

K: Just imagine the students desensitised to Hibiri and Osoro fighting.

"Oh this happens whenever she comes back from suspension"

Reborn is a bit perplexed to find two strong clouds having a frequent battle is normal, and hasn't destroyed the area yet

E: The delinquents from Akademi were former bullied student’s which is why Genka is so lenient on them. She feel guilty on how it went so faR.

#Random K #KHR #Yan-sim #sawada tsunayoshi #ayano aishi #plot bunnies #A conversation with my friend #headcanon #alternate universe #crossover #Ayano x Tsuna #Ayano x KHR #crack shipping #crack crossover #kyoto hitman reborn

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citialiin · 5 years ago

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THE POSITIVE & NEGATIVE; Mun & Muse - Meme.

fill out & repost ♥ This meme definitely favors canons more, but I hope OC’s still can make it somehow work with their own lore, and lil’ fandom of friends & mutuals. Multi-Muses pick the muse you are the most invested in atm. tagged by: @forseenclade thank you ! man i am so bad at doing memes. tagging: @blossomingbeelzebug @zhrets @lupichorous @dansiere yayayayayayayaya

My muse is: canon / oc / au / canon-divergent / fandomless / complicated [ z/iggy stardust is DEFINITELY not my original character, but 683 is, and every single part of how i rp ziggy from his backstory to his personality was made up by me. that being said, ziggy is still a character that exists in media. ]

Is your character popular in the fandom? YES / NO. [ im pretty sure ziggy is tied with the thin white duke as one of b*wie’s most famous fictional personas? ]

Is your character considered hot™ in the fandom? YES ? / NO / IDK.

Is your character considered strong in the fandom? YES / NO / IDK.

Are they underrated? YES / NO / IDK. [ maybe a little overrated ]

Were they relevant for the main story? YES / NO.

Were they relevant for the main character? YES / NO / THEY’RE THE PROTAG.

Are they widely known in their world? YES / NO.

How’s their reputation? GOOD / BAD / NEUTRAL. [ celebrity rock god of limitless talent vs inevitable overrated washup. most celebrities are polarizing anyways ]

How strictly do you follow canon? — there isnt much canon to go off of i think? the album barely even states if ziggy is an alien and b*wie himself got really wishy washy about it (sometimes saying z is a human who was contacted by aliens, he was an alien himself, etc). i dont think we know anything about him besides what he looks like (red hair / weird eyes / pale / “well hung” lmao) and he has a band called the spiders from mars, he plays the guitar left handed, he’s bisexual + androgynous, and he’s charming and popular with the teens but inevitably is a victim of his own ego. and he dies. that too. but that’s literally it! we know Nothing else about him. so i filled in all the gaps because my brain has worms. theres a little bit of the story that verges on fantasy (that he’s some sort of messiah messenger for “the infinites,” whatever the fuck THAT means, david) so i nix that because i prefer hard scifi. and theres one BIG part that i just ... deleted out of his canon, in that the world is ending in 5 years in his timeline, and he’s like ... aware of this ? but that’s dumb and confusing. i legit dont care anymore. my OC now.

SELL YOUR MUSE! Aka try to list everything, which makes your muse interesting in your opinion to make them spicy for your mutuals. — im so embarrassed i know i could be genuine and actually try but i have brain blockajjolajlakala33lak33klak333ak3jka3akjj323j3 i guess it’s like ... ziggy is truly the ultimate expression OF humanity because he reveals everything both wrong and right about the human condition, he literally embodies the best of humanity and the worst at the same time, he’s a really interesting critique on the idea of genuineness/earnestness vs commercalism in art, the perils of fame, and also how humans are so inherently corrupting? a lot of thematic stuff i like exploring is like what is innate to humans vs what is learned behavior, what are things that humans do naturally that ziggy mimics out of his desire to be like us? i think he has a really good story arc -- he went from being a literal nameless CLONE in a society full of pragmatic forward thinking science-oriented people to a sell out rockstar celebrity in a society of people that value individualism and self expression and art, but in the process completely lost his mind and himself and gave into the worst that humanity has to offer like rampant selfishness, drug abuse, self destructive tendencies, etc. characters changing is always interesting and ziggy truly changes for the worse -- but he is never just black and white, he was never good and then suddenly evil, he just was always the same person putting on different facades and trying to be himself by constructing an identity that maybe was who he wanted to be versus who he actually is. i dont know what im talking about. hes just an alien trying to be too hard to be human in all the wrong ways. i just like how “gray” ziggy is. he isnt good or bad, he can be very nice and he can be very mean, he’s overtly showboating confident but at the same time deeply afflicted with self-consciousness (why tf else would anyone be So obsessed with how they present themselves?). hes an icon of individualism but also commercialism. he’s freakishly alien but is almost more human than humans themselves. he struggles as lot in his head -- which makes for interesting writing, i guess !! Im so emabrrased im not going to go back and read what i wrote so if i typoed dont look at me

Now the OPPOSITE, list everything why your muse could not be so interesting (even if you may not agree, what does the fandom perhaps think?). — i think ziggy comes across as really mean and nothing else. his horrible bitchy rudeness comes across as hee hee hoo hoo sassy isnt he a rascal when it’s supposed to be more like ... he’s so far gone into the celebrity delusion he’s conflated aggressive rudeness with charmingness because no one told him otherwise and everyone worships him to the point where he’s just given into the delusion that he can do no wrong. i think theres the general simplification problem that happens with a lot of fictional characters, it’s easy to see him as just a whacky sassy glittery quirky rockstar when i guess it avoids the inherent tragedy of like ... everything else about him. his totally fake and false sense of identity built up from superficial things like fame and labels and stardom. maybe my version of ziggy is just too weirdly depressing and sad when i know his original iteration wasn’t quite so ... grim. im not very sure tbh.

What inspired you to rp your muse? — hmmm ... a lot of things! i just really got into b*wie stuff in early 2019, i’ve ALWAYS loved aliens and sci-fi, and i was really shocked that db sets up such great visual storytelling potential but does it through music. i just really liked ziggys “story” and i like any chance to think about aliens so i just got invested into piecing together a little backstory for him using, like, the cumulative knowledge of literally every other piece of science fiction ive ever consumed in my life. this was summer 2019 when i was making initial pitches for my thesis film, and so i just randomly decided to pitch “animated version of ziggy stardust” as one of the potential ideas. shockingly everyone liked it a lot and so did my professor who thought it was really cool, and then i just ended up sticking with the character and working on him for an entire year. ziggy became my hobby but also my homework. he was such a fun character because everything about him was interesting to me and i had just enough source material to have a starting point but so much room to take him in any direction i wanted to.

What keeps your inspiration going? — honestly, yooooou guyssssss. i have some really amazing fwends that ive met thru here .... and some of our dumb stupid stories have literally become NOVEL length. it just self generates inspiration because you realize the limitless amount of stories you could tell with this one single character when your character enters his story or he enters their story and etc. etc. ive drawn endless amounts of comics and stuff for him ... ziggy is just so endlessly interesting ... cringe be cringed bro but recently (i know this sounds dumb bear with me or die.) ive kind of realized a lot of how i rp z comes as some metaphor for the experience of being an asian immigrant/being asian in the US -- his home “culture” is a lot stricter than the rampant selfish individualism of the usa (he only lives in the uk and usa, so he thinks the whole planet is like this), he’s dissuaded from standing out from his community and his selfishness becomes a community burden rather than a personal flaw, and when he does come to earth, he goes through such awful culture shock, literally nothing makes sense to him and everything is Different. and while some things are different in a Nice way, something things are different in an Awful way, and he’s given the option between losing his true personal identity as an atominan and giving it up to be a human. the allure of being a human is a little too much but losing yourself like this is traumatic, in a way. obvs like ... a little silly and definitely not something that i actively intended to put into his story arc, its just something that fell into place cuz i guess i worked so closely with my own personal experiences and feelings of “alienation” (pun intended) to try to understand how he would feel being a literal alien an shid. its cathartic to write about him. but he also has a lot of my own personal interests just thrown in -- 70s fashion, scifi, science, tryhard implications about human nature, art history, whatever dumb nonsense i get into

Some more personal questions for the mun.

Give your mutuals some insight about the way you are in some matters, which could lead them to get more comfortable with you or perhaps not.

Do you think you give your character justice? YES / NO / SOMETIMES?

Do you frequently write headcanons? YES / NO [ i would prefer information to spring up organically in the story but cuz threads always get dropped i end up just telling people outright. i didnt want anyone to know his home planet/his old name but barely anyone writes enough with ziggy to get to that point to reveal it (i legit managed to do it organically Once) so i just had to write it in a post lmao orz ]

Do you sometimes write drabbles? YES / NO [ wrote a ton of drabbles ! drew a ton of comics! ]

Do you think a lot about your Muse during the day? YES / NO

Are you confident in your portrayal? YES / NO / I DUNNO?

Are you confident in your writing? YES / HAHA NO.

Are you a sensitive person? YES / NO. / IDK ?

Do you accept criticism well about your portrayal? — definitely! like i said ... my version of ziggy ended up being the protag of my thesis film and for 1 yr straight his characterization, backstory, design, and even how i wanted to animate his fucking movements (ziggy stardust timing charts.) were beaten to death in a classroom environment, torn apart and rebuilt into something better. had i stayed with what i originally wanted to go with, ziggy would be so different than how i write him 2day. amazingly my pre production professor is a literal two time emmy award winning storyboard artist and animator so he definitely helped me design him (my version of ziggy is meant for ... a cartoon, obviously, not real life) and give him a better backstory? and my post production professor is a retired disney animator who worked on hercules and a bunch of old disney channel shows? had i gone wah wah wah i dont want to hear ur critiques i wouldnt have made him better. if you ever think ziggy seems inconsistent or poorly written ... tell me !! i literally major in ... animation. cartoons. entertainment. my job is to entertain you. if you are not entertained, there is a problem. ARE YOU NOT ENTERTAINED ????

Do you like questions, which help you explore your character? — I LOVE QUESTIONS? i love ... answering questions ... if you ask me something ill come kiss you.

If someone disagrees to a headcanon of yours, do you want to know why? — sure! i dont know why that would happen, though, because i mean ... he’s an OC. but i gues someone could be like “i feel like this is incongruous to things you’ve previously established in his character” or somethin

If someone disagrees with your portrayal, how would you take it? — i feel like a lot of b*wie stans would find my version of ziggy weird but i mean thats fine! i guess my goal is to have a well written character, not necessarily an accurate version of ziggy

If someone really hates your character, how do you take it? — if you hate MY version of ziggy thats fine but if u hate ziggy stardust in general (like the bowie concept) then u need some taste what the fuck is cooler than a egomaniac genderless bisexual rockstar alien with red hair? nothing. go back to watching your CW shows you dirty filthy normie

Are you okay with people pointing out your grammatical errors? — yes! dm me though. dont clown me on the dash like that. i usually write your replies 12 AM - 4 AM so it’s expected.

Do you think you are easy going as a mun? — hmmm ... maybe! i do like to talk to people and i am VERY nice, trust me, if youre ever sad ill do everything i can to make you feel better. but im quiet! i dont really reach out to people and i tend to just keep to myself. im not very social or extroverted at all haha i barely can make ooc posts without feeling like god’s coming to beat my head in with a brick. im sitting here at 5:30 AM with this meme feeling like if i post it i will die (BUT I MUST)

#a lot of it is under the readmore because these always get so long and mine is long long long long long long long long long long long #ooc #KEEP YOUR 'LECTRIC EYE ON ME ; queue #and thakn you for tagging me ! i like to mkae Words

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pixs-pinings · 5 years ago

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Me? Interested in Persona 5? No wayyy...

Warning for long post!

I had this written differently before I accidentally closed this tab, but I recovered the infodump well!

So... Yeah, Ribbon! My Persona 5 SI, my Phantom Thief SI. Still want to work on a possible real name- I wanted to go with a continuation of the plot threads I thought of with my P4 si, but... nah. Two separate SIs. Even if P5 si was also from the real world, I want them to be different for. Reasons.

She would awaken in the same place as Makoto- Kaneshiro's palace. I want to slip her in somewhere, and I feel like that case would feel the most... Natural? After futaba, a lot of shit picks up, and, as seen with Haru, can be a bit awkward. (And... Yes. I'm going to try to make that arc...... Not Suck? Maybe keep Morgana self loathing but...)

As for her awakening itself... She and Makoto have similar reasons! Both of them were previously known as prim and proper students, but then awaken to a sense of Justice, and are able to go all out. After looking a bit into myself, I was like "wow Makoto really is sorta like how I would awaken maybe" because like... I want to fight against injustice and hatred in society, but I'm scared because of the law- and, like Makoto, in p5, I could snap past that. Fuck the law, I want to stop people from being HURT by society's ineptitude. Haha...

Also, a reason for the involvement in the first place- Kaneshiro's reach is... far. Its very possible that people in Kosei were affected- and, in fact, judging by Yusuke being able to gather information, they were. So... Say that one of Ribbon's friends were being used... selling her body, perhaps... Hmmm...

Yes, both Makoto and my p5 SI- can I call her just Ribbon for now?- are third year students at their school. Yes, for Ribbon's backstory, I think I want her to be a Kosei student! Maybe there because of an art scholarship- writing??- or maybe a financial education scholarship, or maybe just that whoever her guardians are, biological or not, they sent her to that school with the money they had. But... Third year. I am 19 irl- and she would be 18 during the majority of the story, turning 19 in that february because surprise I'm a February baby.

Oh, yes, and her costume! She's a magical girl. Supposed to be based off of one- I gave her ribbons and feathers and a poofy dress and high boots with thick soles and gloves... Also, her mask is simple, but... I had the base form of a butterfly, and added on some mask details and also feathers. The ribbons on the lower part of her dress are more noticeable, though. Hence, her name of Ribbon. Unless y'all can think of any better...

As for WHY magical girls? Well, she thought magical girls were cool! Yes, this reflects on me! Ribbon watched magical girl shows ever since she was a young child, and always got this idea of fighting off evil by using bright magic! And punches. And kicks. When Ribbon grew older, while she never grew out of it, she tried to keep it to the back of her mind. She always still kept an eye on one of the magical girl shows- hmm... Beauty Cure? Beaucure? (Yes. Based on Precure.) And it was pulled back to the front with her awakening, because that's always the type of stuff she liked believing in- a magical force of good fighting against forces of evil... OUTSIDE OF THE NORMAL FIGHT AGAINST EVIL SOCIETY TRIES TO DO... Yeah. Mhm. Doesn't that seem familiar.

Oh, yes, I'm going to call the SI by the name of Ribbon- still unsure of if I should use Pix or if I should make up a japanese name that fits a bit closer to my real one, haha.

Her role of the team is... Well, sorta like a magical girl? She has light attacks, which does include the instant kill ones later (points @ magical girls and the series having magical attacks be the magical girl's finishing move), but she also can serve another role... Providing Buffs and giving Debuffs. I mean, magical girl power ups over the season is like a buff... And their attacks debuff the enemy... I would be tempted to also give her some healing things... Maybe later. After all, there are buff moves that are like "gain all three buffs at once!" And she'll get those! So maybe she can also be the status healer...? Dunno. Haven't really watched battle gameplay of p5- even if it's fancy, its... Boring to watch. Oops. Battle dynamics...

As for who her Persona is... I haven't thought of it. I haven't even looked into it either. I was thinking... Her first Persona would be probably an ancient magical girl? Pfft. Funny to say it like that. Maybe a fictional magical girl who was definitely outside the bounds of rules. Maybe villain, maybe hero. Her second persona would... be a goddess. Not the goddess of Magic, since. (stares at Ann.) But. A goddess of something important. Light? Hmm.

Her weapon is... A staff. Kinda a stick, but also it IS something to hurt with. Swing it around, smack someone in the side or head... Use it to adjust your position... Twirling it around... A magical girl doesn't use conventional weapons.

Oh, yeah! Here's where I closed out of the tab by accident. I went to go look at something and my phone pulled a trick on me... Anyway, moving on...

Futaba Sakura is 4'11. Ribbon is 5'. Short squad! Ribbon is irritated about getting teased for it, but is indeed 18- during the story, anyway- and just... Hasn't. Grown. Makoto is 5 inches taller. Interesting.

Ribbon's (outside of battle) role is... well, data gathering, and plan pulling. Makoto thinks of the plans, and can, indeed, push them out to the team... But for group planning sessions, Ribbon is the one listening to everyone's suggestions, and then addressing them... and giving them to the leader to mull over, as well. Make sure everyone is heard.

Oh, idea there... Ribbon also, like me, used to be a theater kid! It helped her grow more used to people around her, more used to speaking, and also technical details on things. Even if she isn't all outgoing, she still shows influences of it with analogies she makes sometimes.

(Spoilers for P5... Brief Warning. Skip to next parantheses for past that spoiler gone.)

During the Phantom Thieves' plans to decieve Akechi into believing he is totally fooling them, Ribbon could easily be very important with that acting experience. While coming up with the plan, Ribbon will definitely state theater terms, backstage, actors, scene changes... And she will definitely help the others get more into character. Staring at you, Ann... For a more believable lie... pull forth a truth similar to this situation and keep that tucked next to your heart... say your lines... and then, when that's over, let it go.

(Spoilers over! Yayyy)

So. Have you guessed who i want to f/o yet? If the answer is yes, congrats, you ain't blind to subtext!

Ribbon's costume is definitely on the lighter side! And... Yes, its definitely pink based. Solid pink ribbons... Light, soft pink dress... A mainly pink mask... I do think the feathers are another color, with those little x marker things that most of the feathers belonging to sharing a similar color, though maybe a different shade. I am... Not good with costume design, though. The accents on her mask would be similar colors to it...

Her hair is black. Darker than Makoto's, yes. She is light skinned, with barely a tan forming on her. Her mask actually covers up her obvious freckles on her face! Her arms, however, still have their freckles showing. (Not in the picture, because i forget about my arm freckles a lot...) (Also not in the picture is the frills on her dress but shhhh)

As for her Confidant? Uh... Hmm... To get to know her... Oh! She can show you her art and writing, sort of brush off her achievements with it because haha not as good as Yusuke Kitagawa's more official art... And her confidant would be helping her tap more into her confident side, whether it be for her own personal projects, or even for her just in society in general! While not as bad as Futaba, she still doesn't like approaching other people... And when that happens, and maybe culminates in her verbally cussing at someone who's been pressing her down for a while now and getting them to lay off her thanks to that newfound confidence. Not a Mementos Target, though she does bring that up but brushes it off as 'just a petty bully thing', but something she deals with herself!

.... Oh, Arcana... Uh. I think... you know how the Jester arcana was like... Another version of the Fool? Wait, the Thoth deck doesn't have an alt Priestess...? Fuck. Uh. Congrats, Akira! You get SUPER DUPER PRIESTESS BONUS. ... Please help

For her Confidant Ability.... Probably something to do with her Magical Girl influnces? The first idea I thought of was like... being able to be a temporary "safe" zone- while in the palace, she could... extend her magical girl light out and create a Barrier that prevents the shadows from noticing her. It will always stay a temporary ability, of course, since otherwise would pribably negate difficulty? But the period would become longer as her confidant goes up. The period of time would be extremly cut down during the times of actually stealing a treasure- after all, the palace ruler is EXPECTING the phantom thieves. No amount of magical girl protecting light would hide that expectation... Or. Something like that.

Also, her last skill. Instead of being like... Making the ability of protecting/anti detecting light last practically forever, its a SUPER STRONG BATTLE ABILITY. What is it? Well... uh... Still have to decide. My current idea has to do with a magical girl blast. Like, activate her light ability right as you get into a battle, and that actually does something- fires a big blast as the battle starts and inflicts damage on the enemy... Hmm. That, or she gets a special version of the all out attack that always kills? Has to be her leading the all out attack, though. What do y'all think...?

Oh, speaking of all out attacks! Hers (or her normal one if I go with the second idea in the above paragraph) would have her landing, spinning around, and doing a sharp "v" pose with her fingers, standing tall and with a grin. Think... Uh... Sailor Moon? I looked up some images and a few I found, with the peace sign arm outstretched, fit that mental image. The other hand would be on her hip, and, of course, she would be winking. Ah, girl vibes.

Yes. I am aware that could be similar to Ann. When i thought of it, i was like "hmmm" but then was like "I do that! and also there's a different between a lean and a wink with the peace sign to your chin rather than a stand/slight slouch and a wink and a peace sign held upward rather than close to the body"

Also, her little line in the background would be "light has prevailed!" In like... Bubbly letters? And it looks like light is shining from behind the letters.

Sure, Ribbon would have a romance route with Akira... but I don't consider that canon. It would make sense that he could POSSIBLY fit my type? But. Nah. Not SUPER attached. Pal at most. Speaking from outside here... In game, with the friendship forming? Maybe so. Anyway, not canon.

Oh my god i just realized Queen and Ribbon have like... Opposite sorta aesthetics. Dark Biker to Light Mage.

Anything else I can think of... Oh, a spoilerly thing.

(I don't believe I can think of anything else to say, so for those who want to be unspoiled on certain things in p5, end of post is the next paranthesis. For others...)

For her reaction to the announcement of Akira's "suicide", it would be something like... Well... A hand to her mouth, and a furrow to her brow... but she doesn't sound like she is going to cry. Instead, she goes, "Ah...", like... Realizing. Like a "hmmm" tone instead of one trying to hold back tears. And then like... Ryuji's scene is after that. And those of you who have seen the scene know what the scene is. So like, if the player was confused by Ribbon, Ryuji smacks them with a direct confirmation.

(And... That's it! Sorry for the long post, I am both unsure of if the read more code trick works on mobile anymore and also am unsure of, if it does work, which version of the trick is the correct one. Because i remember two different versions. Fuck.)

#long post #ribbon the phantom magical thief girl #hahahahaha #self insert #whoops.#also the more i think about it the more i think it may not be obvious. so... guess!

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daeiran-morran · 5 years ago

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Interview with Daeiran Morran

I wasn’t tagged but it seemed fun~

Tagging: Anyone who wants to, I guess -Mod Elenaer

Name

“Name’s Daeiran- Daeiran Morran to be exact, but just Daeiran is fine! My friends also call me Dae, but you have to be a friend first before even thinking of callin’ me that.”

Are you single?

“Nope! Absoluuutly not single! I’ve got my wonderful boyfriend, Haurchefant, and I love him very much!”

Are you happy?

“For the most part- Yea. Hard to always be happy while the empire keeps coming, primals keep being summoned, and friends keep gettin’ killed, but, as long as my close friends stay alive and happy, that’s enough to keep me going!”

Are you angry?

“Hmm. Not now, really.. I’ve been pretty angry before- So angry that I drove my spear through an enemy like,, uhh- at least ten times? He almost killed the love of my life and I’d be glad to let him rot in any hell imaginable, so, pretty sure he deserved what I gave him. Err- Anyway, yea, not angry at this moment, and that example was kind of a one time thing. Would gladly run my spear through people like him anytime, though.”

Are you parents still married?

“My parents? Still married? Hells no- And they definitely have no intention of gettin’ back together.”

—- Nine Facts —-

Birthplace

“Born and raised in the Black Shroud. Can’t exactly remember where in the Shroud since I moved around quite a bit when I was little, but I was born in the Shroud, regardless of where in it.”

Hair Color

“Dark Blue”

Eye Color

“Red”

Nameday

“3rd Sun of the 6th Astral Moon”

Mood

“I’d say i’m pretty good at the moment! I’ve got my friends near me, and I’m gettin’ to answer some fun questions!

...

Actually, I’d say- at the current moment, i’m pretty worried for one of my friends. Said friend would frickin kill me if they knew I was talking ‘bout it at all, but a friend of mine has been pretty down lately, and I don’t really like seein’ my friends upset... So I hope they get better soon!”

Gender

“I’m male. Nothin’ else to say on that, really-”

Summer or Winter?

“Winter! Definitely winter- I may have grown up in the Shroud, but after all my time in Ishgard, I started noticing how pretty all the snow is! Sure, its cold, but I really don’t mind.”

Morning or Afternoon?

“Hmm- I’d say afternoon.”

—- Eight Things About your Love Life —-

Are you in love?

“Oh gods yes. -But iv’e already sung enough of his praises for one ask post. I’d gladly tell more if people start askin’ though!”

Do you believe in love at first sight?

“Uhh- Hmmm... Well, I find quite a few guys pretty attractive, but I wouldn’t really call it love at first sight. I’m sure some people fall in love right away, but I wanna get to know a person a bit more before I take things anywhere past a passing crush~”

Who ended your last relationship?

“Well- I’ve only been in the one that i’m in now, and I’m hoping it doesn’t end anytime soon.”

Have you ever broken someone’s heart?

“Uh- I don’t think so? Not sure, really. If I have, they never made it clear that I did...”

Are you afraid of commitments?

“No, not really.”

Have you hugged someone in the last week?

“Iv’e given tons of hugs to people! Kinda hard to remember how many have been this week, but I love hugs!”

Have you had a secret admirer?

“I dunno, if they really are secret, I really don’t know.”

Have you ever broken your own heart?

“Dunno if i’m just reading this weird, but I really don’t know how I could really break my own heart. Haven’t had any experiences that would count, so no, I haven’t.”

—- Six Choices —-

Love or Lust?

“Love, for sure! Its fun to lust over some hot guys, sure, but true love is where it’s at!”

Lemonade or Iced Tea?

“Gotta go with the lemons.”

Cats or Dogs?

“Cats- They are like my tiny, screaming little cousins. Dogs tend to bark at me a lot anyway, since they confuse Miqo’te, I guess.”

A few best friends or many regular friends?

“I have a bunch of friends, but I shamelessly have favorites. Iv’e got three best friends, and then I know a lot of people besides them, so both I guess?”

Wild night out or romantic night in?

“Eh- Depends on the day, if i’m bein’ honest. Sometimes I love a good night of fun, but I also love bein’ able to just snuggle with my love and just chill!”

Day or Night?

“Night. I love the night sky, and sunlight is really bright”

—- Five Have you Evers —-

Been caught sneaking out?

“Nope! Too sneaky to be caught!”

Fallen down or up the stairs?

“I will admit to falling down stairs while lookin at someone attractive- Not gonna lie on that one.”

Wanted someone/something so badly it hurt?

“Yea.”

Wanted to disappear?

“No? Not really?”

—- Four Preferences —-

Smile or Eyes?

“Well, Gods, that’s a hard one. I’m just gonna avoid choosing and say both. Because both. Depends on the person to be honest. Feel free to ask if you want some specifics on what I find attractive on different people. ;3″

Shorter or Taller?

“Well, i’m not very tall, which would lock me into basically sayin’ i’m into Lalafells, which, no offence to them, but i’m just not into them. Soo- Yea, I’d say i’m into taller men.”

Intelligence or Attraction?

“Good Gods, another hard one... I dunno really, it depends.”

Hookup or Relationship?

“A relationship. Being Demisexual myself, I can’t say i’m really into just hookin up with someone. I love to look at the gorgeous eye candy around me, but I sure as hell won’t give my attention to just anyone.”

—- Family —-

Do you and your family get along?

“I get along with my mom pretty well- We were apart for awhile, but she has been real supportive of all my adventures, romantic or otherwise. So yea, I love my mom! More on my father below, I don’t wanna talk about him more than I have to, so i’m gonna open that can o’ worms on the next two questions.”

Would you say you have a “Messed up Life”?

“Well- Here we go. Short version is yes. Yes I have. My parents got into a lot of fights as a kid, and it ended with my s- Ehem, my father taking me with him when he left my mom. I hated every second of it. Not only was he frickin terrible, we had to keep movin’ around to ““not be found out”“ or some sorta nonsense like that. So yea, it sucked.”

Have you ever ran away from home or gotten kicked out?

“I ran away the moment I had the chance. Took a godsdamn long time to escape my sorry excuse for a father, but I made it out and ended up a hero, which wasn’t at all what I expected to happen after running like I did. But, uhh- don’t worry, I may seem pretty annoyed while talkin’ about him, but its fine now and I haven’t seen him since.”

—- Friends —-

Do you secretly hate one of your friends?

“Absolutely not. I’m already picky about my friends, so I don’t hate any of them. They wouldn’t be my friends if I did.”

Do you consider all your friends good friends?”

“Uhhh- not sure? Question is worded in a way that is making me unsure of my answer...”

Who is your best friend?

“Ok- Gonna cheat a little ‘cuz I have three. My power bonded to all of them, so as far as friend status, I’ve gotta put them all in the same answer-

I’d say my three best friends have to be- (Lmao, sorry scion friends) I’d have to go with the three I met up north (Haurchefant, Aymeric, and Estinien (He doesn’t often admit it but we are friends ;3))”

Who knows everything about you?

“Everything, huh? Well the absolute love of my life has gotten to hear all my countless venting sessions, so by this point, I don’t think I have to spell it out for you~”

---

“Wow! This was more fun than I thought it was gonna be! Sure, there were a few tricky questions, and some I didn’t wanna think about, but it was fun! Guess I’ll see you guys when I answer something else!”

#ff14 #ffxiv #ffxiv oc #ffxiv lfrp #Daeiran Morran (FF14)

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funkymeihem-fiction · 6 years ago

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Special Delivery- Chapter 5

Mei looked up in a very guilty way from where she was crouched in front of the completely dismantled old television, its mechanical guts strewn on the floor. She’d rigged up a very crude semblance of a screwdriver from a connector tube,a rod, and several wires-- which she foolishly went to hold behind her back like a child caught with candy. And much like a child caught in the act, with their hand in the proverbial cookie jar, she sputtered and tried to make up some story or other.

“O-oh. I was just…I was—” She looked down at the mangled wires, projectors, and television bits in her lap. “I was only—”

The junker stormed across the room in a few long limping strides, glaring down at her and thrusting his metal hand out in a very accusatory way. “No! Bad girl! Give!”

At a loss when faced with someone scolding her like a dog, she dropped the makeshift screwdriver into his hand. His lower jaw thrust out thoughtfully as he turned it around, inspecting it with a keen eye. Slowly, his wild eyebrows lifted again, glancing between the tool and her and then back again. His fingers tested the wires around the tube’s hold, and he uttered a little ‘hmmm’ as he bent over and peered into the now-gutted TV.

After a moment, he turned to her with his crazy grin restored. “Yooouuu were trying to make an outie!”

“A-a what?”

“An outie! Ya know, trying to make an external signal! Tryin’ for an outward-facer, weren’t you? Lookit that, I see where you were pokin’ around behind the control receiver. Lucky for me, removed that thing ages ago. Needed it for something else, can’t remember what. It’s remote-workin’ only. Still, the fact you even knew where to look! Oh you clever little cunt, going to make an outie from my own telly. You’re something special, you are.”

Her eyes darted. She wasn’t used to being called a cunt, even in the Australian friendly sense. But he didn’t even seem angry at her. And even though she couldn’t keep up with his rapid slang entirely, he was right about the part about where she was trying to get an external signal. The tech here was so ancient that they still used old channels for uploading and ordering over the television, and she’d hoped that maybe if she could pry out the external, she could have rigged it to find a way online.

She’d expected him to be angry, or even possibly try to punish her when he found out, but at least she could have gotten a message for help. Overwatch might not have paid the junkers like Junkrat had hoped, but she would have been rescued (properly rescued, anyway) sooner than later. It was a calculated risk, and she had decided to take it.

But the inside of the television had been a mess before she’d even started it. It looked like someone, probably Junkrat had himself, had already taken it apart and cobbled it back together several times over. And the parts she’d needed had long been pried out, with a bypass and some wires hot-glued so the display still worked. But her plans to get the signal out had been thwarted before she’d even begun. It was as he’d said. The external had been ripped out ages ago, and she’d been poking around for anything else before he’d walked in on her.

He suddenly flopped down to sit on the mattress next to her, peg leg clattering and the joints within his arm whirring very faintly as he passed her makeshift screwdriver back to her. “Tell you what, love! You put it all back together again so I don’t miss any games, and I won’t even be pissed at ya much. That’s what a proper hero would do, roight? Although you’re really working at being the top worst houseguest I’ve ever hosted, and that’s really sayin’ something..”

Mei looked away in a rather guilty way. “I’m sorry, Mr. Fawkes. But I just needed to try and call my friends and tell them I’m okay. If they can get here, I’ll try to get them to give you some money and we’ll just leave, and then there won’t be any more trouble for either of us, right? It’ll just take them a day or two, and you’ll get paid. That’s what you want, right?”

He sputtered a little, running a hand through his filthy scorched hair. “W-well that’s not entirely…Asides, that’s not even the point!” He shoved one of the television parts into her other hand. “I been trying to tell you, there’s a reason we’re layin’ low with you. And I don’t need a bunch of cops or whatever suddenly runnin’ up outside my trailer and broadcasting to all of Junkertown that I was the one that stole you from the Big Boss!”

She pushed the rods back into place, twisting awkwardly at a loose wire. “What if I told them to be very quiet about it? Or maybe I could meet them somewhere?”

“You think the Queen don’t have eyes all over the bloody Outback?” he scoffed, holding the frame steady for her. “You don’t understand my position, love. Me and the Queen don’t exactly uh…Well, y’know. Not always the friendliest terms, me and her and kind of all the rest of ‘em too! So that’s why we’ll just take you out when it’s safe, take our pay, and scuttle back. Stealth mission! That’s still the plan. The Boss will be none the wiser, and then you can get back to whatever not-doctor stuff you do, and I can use some of the pay to visit you in China!”

Mei frowned at him, gathering up more screws and trying to replicate the mess that had held together the guts of the screen before. “I’m not really living in Xi’an anymore. That’s just where I’m from. I’m living in—” She trailed off, and realized all of a sudden that she had no idea where she was anymore. She had drifted ever since awakening in Antarctica, but where was home now? Gibraltar? She had turned Overwatch down for now, although Winston had told her there was always a place for her there. The environmental commissions had offered her numerous places to study and lodge, but she didn’t count them as a home. Her hotel room back in Sydney, maybe? No, that was silly…

Junkrat sniffed, looking a tad offended when she went silent. “Still feelin’ tight-lipped, are we? S’fine. You don’t gotta tell me.”

“I-it’s not that…”

He reached past her, crossing two of the wires and twisting them together. “Point being, darl, is that you just gotta suck it up and wait. And believe me, nobody hates waitin’ more than I do! But I can’t have you settin’ off and getting us seen by the Big Boss who ordered you. He’ll send enough manpower out here t’make a statement that nobody steals from him. And he won’t even get the chance to kill me, because Roadie will have already done it, for makin’ trouble for him!”

“Mr. Fawkes, it’s not my intention for anyone to get hurt. But can’t you at least let me tell someone that I’m safe? That I’m coming back and I’m okay?”

“Eh, they’ll just find out when we deliver you safe n’ sound, is what!” he replied cheerfully, apparently just not understanding her distress. “So it’s no worries. But you just— well, no way to say it lightly, is there? If you fuck this up for us, there’s a good chance that we’re dead as doornails. You just gotta be a good girl and sit tight and listen to what I say.”

She rankled a bit, pausing in her work, and her displeasure must have showed because Junkrat offered her that goofy grin and shrugged a bony shoulder.

“Nothing for it!” he said. “Otherwise it’s curtains for me and Roadie, and the Big Boss will find you again. Oh, and he won’t be happy, darl. Course, we’ll be dead but he’d take you alive, so he’ll probably take it out on you for giving him trouble and making him look bad. He’s that sort of a bloke. You think the ankle cuff there’s bad? Yeah, nah, I bet he’s already got a set-up ready for you. Probably tie you up an’—”

“Mr. Fawkes!”

He sputtered, at least realizing his folly. “Oh! Uh, well! Uh! Y-you know what I’m talkin’ about, Miss Mei! So let’s just fix the telly, put it back on the sports, then I’ll make us some tucker before we’re in for the night, yeah? All cozy, just you and me.” He reached across to the dials on the front of the television, flicking it on. But the screen wavered, and he cursed and brought his fist down on the frame hard enough to make Mei jump. “Bloody thing! How’d you even know how to take this apart, anyway? You don’t seem like a junker.”

“I am most certainly not a junker!” She carefully jammed her wobbly screwdriver into the back, tightening up the last bits as the frame crackled and the picture buzzed and solidified. “I told you, I have a doctorate in climate science, but I also studied mechanical engineering. I had to learn to make things work…during…emergencies…”

The emergency beacon blinked uselessly. No signal. Cold. It was so cold and getting colder. The wind howled outside, and she watched the ice grow thicker on the panes. The broken communication towered so tall above her, unable to send her desperate need for help. The lights flickered—

No. She couldn’t think about that now. She was back in the world again. Even if she was far, far away from where she should have been. If she even belonged anywhere, anymore.

Rat’s voice was talking, but she hadn’t been listening. “-arian meals, but I dunno what counts. Oi. Oi! Mei?”

She looked up from where she had been staring blankly into the back of the television. “I-I’m sorry. What?”

He prattled on, apparently not noticing anything amiss. “Wow, guess your head’s really more rattled than I thought! I was sayin’ the telly is working, what do you wanna eat? You said you’re not much for sausages. Shame, that. Could’ve fixed us a nice barbecue, all celebratory-like! Are you sure you don’t wanna sausage? Maybe you just haven’t had the right kind! You ever tried roo? Now, your very own Chef Junkrat knows how to prepare—”

“No thank you,” she said primly. “I would prefer not to eat a kangaroo if I don’t have to, please.”

“Tchaw! You’re missing out, I’ll have you know. Looks like the telly’s workin’ fine. Who knew I bagged a lil’ genius doctor lady when I was bein’ a hero? Of course, you’ve been giving me lots of trouble for it.”

“I’m sorry, Mr. Fawkes. I’m honestly not trying to get anybody hurt.” She folded her arms back over her knees with a frown. “I just wanted to tell my friends I’m okay. They must be so worried. Especially after…I told them I would be okay on my own. I thought I could get my life back on track? Poor Winston must be out of his mind if he’s heard by now—”

Junkrat eyed her rather carefully, though when she mentioned Winston’s name his bushy eyebrows shot up. “Oi! Who’s Winston? You got a boyfriend already?”

“Wh-No! Noooo no no. Winston is just a friend of mine. He’s a…um, he’s a fellow scientist,” she said. Junkrat was so unpredictable, she didn’t want to even begin to explain that the one she had been trying to contact was a super intelligent bio-engineered gorilla from the moon who was now running a covert Overwatch team. “He’s one of my old colleagues.”

The junker visibly relaxed. “Eh, I’m sure you can tell him you’re fine when we get you back to Sydney. No frets, darl! You just let ol’ Junkrat take care of everything until it’s safe out.” He hesitated, glancing down at his hand, before going to place it on her bare shoulder. “Chin up! It’ll all look better in the morning. Here we go, put the telly on whatever you like, and I’ll whip us up a supper!”

Mei sighed quietly. She was still pretty hungry, and it looked like she was going to spend the night on her mattress no matter what. Maybe she could at least convince Junkrat to take that awful chain off her leg? And she wasn’t going to get on his good side by wrecking the man’s few belongings or being too terse with him. So she just nodded politely, and tried to ignore how his fingers left little stains on her pale skin when he gave her a chummy little shake.

“I…I’m sorry about your TV. And your neck. And um—”

“Wot? My balls?”

Her eyes darted away behind her glasses, lips pinching at the mention. “Um.”

“S’alright! Though that was quite the fuckin’ direct shot, if you must know. Who woulda guessed you were such a fighter? Put up quite the scrap. Woulda been funny if the balls weren’t mine. You just have a rest and don’t worry your pretty head too much. I’ve got everything under control!”

***

He had everything under control. Even if Mei was proving to be a much harder nut to crack than he’d first thought. Especially after she had been the one to crack his nuts. But the little lady seemed pacified for now, or at least resigned to her fate. She had even apologized for their little misunderstandings earlier, which he considered a step forward.

And best of all, this ‘Winston’ wasn’t her boyfriend. Definitely another step forward.

Maybe she’d lighten up after a tucker and a good night’s sleep. He didn’t have any broccoli to give her: not yet, but he’d get her a whole pile of vegetables to gnaw on like a rabbit, and maybe she’d finally smile for him.

As it was, he would have to try and whip up something with what he already had. So he leapt upright, turned to give her a fond pat on her head, and limped over into his makeshift kitchen. What did he have, anyway? He always kept a ready supply of meats, but those were out. So were his cans of soups, his canned curries, and even his emergency cans of dog food (which he’d been forced to turn to more than once) all had meat in them. He was a carnivore at heart, and had stocked accordingly.

He eventually settled on dumping some beans and rice together, popping in some canned corn, onions, and several different types of hot sauce. Frankly, the whole meal looked like a rather sad affair to him. Even adding the dog food might have livened it up a bit. But for her, he persisted. He persisted in making her this sad, sad, healthy slop even when he had better stuff available, for whatever crazy reasons she had.

The television hummed the low voices of some news program, much as it always did. But he could occasionally hear her shuffling on her mattress behind him. A few times she even coughed or sniffled, reminding him that she was there. Dare he say, it felt almost wholesome? Just your average bloke cooking dinner for his date. Yes, his date was currently chained to the wall on pain of death for everybody, but he could ignore that part and hopefully she could eventually do the same.

“Soup’s up, love!” He whirled around with a steaming platter of rice slop, sticking the mixing spoon in it and walking it over to her. “Now, it might not look like much! But it…uh…well, it’s…it’s not much, actually. But I’ll get you something better soon, swear it.”

“Oh! N-no, it’s fine. Thank you, Mr. Fawkes.” She looked down at the rather anemic-looking meatless meal, seeming to inspect it.

He was heartened to see that it seemed to pass muster, and soon she was digging into it with hungry zeal like before. He really needed to get her a proper spoon if she was going to stay with him, although some part of him delighted at the way her precious little lips stretched around that larger spoon. Probably best not to watch too close then. He might start imagining other things and the last thing he needed was to pop a fat and then have to explain the bulge in his shorts to her. Couldn’t scare her or anything.

Instead he all but collapsed into a cross-legged sit at the coffee table across from her, starting to shovel food into his open jaws. They watched TV and ate together, which was what regular people did on dates, and things were going splendidly. Even if they had roughed each other up a bit and misunderstood intentions at first, that was all in the past now. He just needed to take Hog’s advice and try not to overwhelm his guest with…himself. And he could be charming without being overwhelming, if he was careful.

What did city folks talk to each other about? Mei was a fancy lady and his usual topics of bombs, sports, and barbecue probably wouldn’t interest someone like her. He eyed her where she was watching the screen, clearing his throat and trying to think of something else.

“S-so! Uh! It’s uh, it’s really weather we’re having, isn’t it?”

Shit. That probably wasn’t it.

She blinked and turned to him with a slightly confused expression. “Oh? Um, yes? I suppose it is. Although it’s really too hot for my tastes.”

“Phwaw, this is barely hot at all! Barely breaking a sweat in the arvo. Asides, better to be too hot than too cold.”

She tilted her adorable head at him. “Well…I’m afraid you’re going to be in for a very long few months ahead for your winter, then.”

“Eh?”

“Mm-hm. We were just talking about it at the climate summit. The dead zone in the Pacific has altered one of the main equatorial currents to your east, and the Flinders current is no longer going to push back the Antarctic Circumpolar current, which means all that cold water and weather coming northward from the pole is going to clash with another system that’s going to come from the Tasman Front and going to outflow, and create what is probably going to be rather harsh storm conditions, combined with the cooling effect from—”

He stared at her dumbly as she went on, his fork half-raised. She jabbered on more about things he didn’t understand, using words he didn’t understand, and she might as well have just been speaking Chinese at him, for all he knew. She even started gesturing, talking about frontflows and currentwhatsits and prevailingthingies.

“Oi!” he said eventually, pointing his fork at her. “You’re like a weatherlady on the telly! You didn’t say you were a weatherlady!”

She looked a bit irked at that, cute lips pinching off to the side. “I am not a weatherperson. I mean, not like that. And weather is just one aspect of the whole climate, the whole environment. I told you, I have my doctorate in climate science.”

“A weather doctor!”

“I…Um. Okay, yes. A weather doctor. I told you, I was taken from the environmental summit in Sydney. That’s why I was there. There are so many things that I can try to help with here. Australia has very particular problems with climate shifting—”

“And bots!” he agreed. “Fuckin’ omnics really did a number on Oz, eh?”

She looked at him and he couldn’t really place her expression, so he just continued.

“Roadie says things were real different afore the Omnium blew us all to hell.”

“Your friend— erm, your bodyguard? Was he around for the cataclysm? Were you? I mean…you knew Australia before the omnium, before there were junkers?”

“Heh! I guess so. Not sure how old I am, really. Don’t matter. Not that I can remember any of it, afore Junkertown. Ah, real shame I can’t take you into town proper.” He brightened, grinning at her again. “Show you some real junker culture. You ever been to a scrappin’, Mei?”

“A-a what?”

“A scrappin’! Oh it’s load of fun, you’ll love it. I’ll take you to one eventually. They test out the new mechs and fighters on the omnics we bring into the arena. Blood and oil, oi oi oi!” He hooted, banging his palms down on the table enthusiastically and not noticing her startled jump. “I bet I can get us tickets to the splash zone, even! And after the champs have finished scrappin’ the last omnic, they sweep all of ‘em up into the pit! Hehe! Sometimes they’re still twitching, although not for long after we start lootin’ for parts—”

She looked upset for some reason. “Mr. Fawkes, please!”

“Huh? Oh!” He blinked at her, smiling sheepishly. “Forgot you’re all fancy-like. Probably don’t want blood and oil all over your nice clothes, once I get some for you. We might miss out on the best parts by the time we get there, but for you? S’alright! We can just sit in the back. You can still see enough from the nosebleed section, and the back bleachers aren’t too—”

“No! No, Mr. Fawkes! Junkrat, that’s absolutely horrible. H-how can you even suggest…No, I don’t want to see that. That’s murder! You are talking about murdering innocent omnics. I’ve read stories about junkers disliking omnics, but this—!”

“Wha? Nah, nah, it’s fine. Aw, you got a real tender heart, huh? They’re just bots. They don’t got feelings.”

“That is not true!” She pushed her mostly empty plate away, giving him a horrified glare. “Just because omnics are different from us, that doesn’t mean they’re not people! Please don’t tell me you believe such awful things!”

Junkrat was torn between trying to pacify her and argue his point. His brain and his tongue couldn’t agree with each other, and it resulted mostly in him sputtering again, spittle flying off his lower lip, eyes flickering aimlessly from object to object in front of him as if searching for a solution. “Wha— No! Ffft! Sppt, nah! Yeah!— I mean, they don’t! Yeah, nah! No! Eh!”

That didn’t seem to help things. Mei only looked more affronted than before. “That is terrible. Completely barbaric. I’d read all kinds of warnings but I thought— Hmph! No wonder everyone hates junkers!”

His mind came into a sharp focus all at once, head jerking towards her. “Wot’s that?”

“I said that it’s barbaric behavior, omnics are—”

“Everyone hates junkers, eh?” he corrected her coldly, and his voice sounded strange even to himself. “Junkers like me? S’that what you said? No wonder, eh?”

“What? No!” She faltered slightly. “W-well I…I had heard warnings…”

“Warnings about junkers, yeah! Everyone hates ‘em! Trash! Belong in a bin where they were probably born, right?! Garbage people from a garbage home, nothin’ good can come from junk!” he snapped. “Yeh! Who told you all them warnings? Your little doctor friends? All the rest of you suits?”

“I never said—”

“Nah, s’great! Didn’t wanna take you to a scrappin’ anyway. Might get a speck of dust under your fingernails, perish the thought! And sorry my house isn’t good enough for you. And all the rest of it. Hope I didn’t filth you up too bad when I lifted you out of that boot. I know you suits aren’t used to us dirty junkers n’ all!”

She had been a suit after all. He’d been so stupid. No wonder Roadie had laughed at him. He’d been mooning over some stuffy foreign weather doctor, and she’d only been using her adorable little lips to sneer at him. This whole time she’d been sneering at him and he hadn’t let himself see it. He’d wanted so badly to believe that it had all been a misunderstanding, that she was just a good girl who was out of her element and just needed a helping hand. But he only had one hand, and she found that hand to be filthy and beneath her. Everyone hated junkers, after all.

Just another suit who looked down on him, like everyone else.

That was probably why she was wincing down, backing up on her mattress. “No! No, I didn’t say that. That just…it came out wrong, please. Let’s just calm down, Mr. Fawk—”

“You done with your food or not? I got things t’do,” he grumbled. “Things what might offend your sensibilities and all, Dr. Mei.”

Lowering her head, she slid her plate towards him. “I didn’t mean it like that. I am sorry, it’s just been a long day…”

“Then go t’sleep.” He snatched the plate and scraped it onto his own, carrying them off towards the sink. He ate the rest of his meal there, refusing to look back at her.

He could feel her eyes on him, though. And several times she made a noise like she was trying to get his attention. But if he turned around, he was going to say things that weren’t appropriate for a fancy lady like her…and he wasn’t sure if he sincerely meant them or not. So he just kept eating, shoveling the rest of their meals into his open maw. Even this shitty vegetarian meal he’d tried to make for her: waste not, want not.

“Mr. Fawkes?” she called gently. “Junkrat?”

He swallowed another mouthful of rice slop.

“…Jamison?” she tried.

She’d remembered his real name. Shit. Why’d it have to sound so nice when she said his name?

He paused, wiping at his lips with his forearm before he whirled around without looking at her. Limping over to his couch, he snatched up the rough blanket crumpled up atop it and unfurled it before throwing it at her. It settled rather comically over top of her like a shroud, though she pulled it slightly to the side and peered up at him with one of those big, beautiful brown eyes of hers…

Shame he was still peevish at her and all. He was allowed to admire if he was still angry, wasn’t he? Maybe he should ask Roadie that one, the old pig man seemed to have a real knack for romance and all. Maybe he’d been right about rescuing his fair damsel in distress, too. Being a hero was nothing but an awful lot of trouble.

“Just go t’bed, Miss Mei,” he finally grumbled, rubbing at the bruise around his throat. “You said it. Been a long day. Gonna stay up for a bit, draw up some new plans…Get you back to the city proper all the earlier so’s I can get my reward and you can get outta here. Win, win!”

“Is there anything I can do? I’m sorry for earlier— I sometimes have a temper, I know. Or…” She sighed a little when he climbed onto his stool at his workdesk instead. “M-maybe we can talk in the morning?”

He grunted an affirmative and bent over his stack of papers, grabbing his least-gnawed-upon pencil and getting to work.

“Yeh, alright.”

Behind him, Mei gave him a rather concerned look, but seemed to give up. She pulled the ratty blanket over top of her, curling atop her mattress as she switched off the television and pulled off her glasses, turning her face away from the yellow glow of his desk lamp.

“Good night,” she said softly.

Damn her, why did she have to mess everything up? Now he was pissed at her instead of her being pissed at him, and he couldn’t even imagine things like pulling himself into bed after her, or wrapping himself around that soft little body all cuddly-like, and maybe even her putting those lips on his forehead for a kiss goodnight. He also couldn’t imagine waking up right next to her, and making them breakfast in the morning like he’d intended to do, or laughing over cups of coffee like he’d seen pictures of in the magazines.

Maybe it was better to just imagine the fat stack of credits he’d get when he turned her in safely?

He chanced a very brief little glance back at the little bundle under his blanket, brow knitting before he made himself turn back to his desk and his stacks of drawings and plans.

Well, maybe it would be better this way. She clearly didn’t think much of junkers. And he supposed he’d never been cut out to be a hero in the first place.

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ik requests are closed. but soft! 17 year old harry trying to navigate fame with famous y/n. they meet at a party and just start being friends. but they get caught by the paps when harry teaches her how to make out. idk why this soft! harry rlly appeals to me. whatever you want to do with this

no seriously this was so cute. I loved this.

It was a platonic friendship.

It was nice having someone near his age, outside of the band, who understood all the strings attached to being in the eye of the media at such a young age. He enjoyed hanging around with you, because in your company, he actually felt like a teenager, and not some figurehead for a record label or someone on a magazine cover.

He’d latched onto you almost immediately, when you had accidentally spilled your soda all over his white button down during an album release party. He’d noticed you prior, though, aimlessly wandering around the party, a few adults roping you into conversations every so often. The deer in headlights look you had etched on made him snort, not intentionally of course, and he was quick to subdue it when he saw how flushed your face was.

He was happy to stumble upon someone who looked to be his age, aside from his bandmates, who even then, were still a little older than him. You’d been the first teenager he’d come across for most of the night, that is, a teenager who wasn’t holding a pen and paper while screeching his name. He’d recognized you from a movie he’d seen, the one he’d watched on the plane over here to LA, and he got a little flustered when you asked which one. Because he didn’t know the name, he couldn’t remember.

“Guess I deserve that for spilling cola on you, and ruining your shirt.” You had teased, handing him a napkin.

From there a genuine friendship had blossomed. It was someone to navigate through fame with, and maybe a little bit of all the awkward package that came with being a teen. For you, it was nice to have someone around who didn’t use your name to get into places, or drag information out of you to sell it to tabloids, to make a couple bucks. The normalcy is what you both enjoyed. Normal things like going to the mall like other teenagers would, or going to see a movie, maybe playing a couple pranks on the adults. Though the pranks had come to screeching halt, after both of you got a pretty severe scolding when you had concocted up a slingshot. It was Harry’s idea, and he didn’t mean to hit the coffee mug sitting next to the soundboard in the studio, but he did. And it really wasn’t funny, but you couldn’t swallow the laugh that bubbled out of you.

“Don’t believe it!” his tone was amused, taunting too, as he smirked at you in disbelief.

“It’s not funny!” you frown, puncturing your ice cream with your spoon, “M’serious!”

“Yeh telling me,” he starts, swallowing a gulp of his milkshake, “yeh never kissed anyone?”

“Not what I said,” you correct matter of factly, “only ever had a peck.”

“Hmmm,” he observes, eyes briefly scanning your face, “so yeh never, like, made out.”

You innocently shake your head, confirming that you had in fact, never made out with anyone before. You’d never had anything that really fell along the lines of a normal teenage experience. Never had a first date, never been asked to prom, or hid a bad test grade from your mom. And, you’d never made out with anyone before.

He’s nodding his head slowly, absorbing this newfound information, taking it in. And once he does, his infamous devil-like smirk is starting to stir onto his lips, tugging at the corner of his mouth. You know he’s up to something, brewing up a plan that you know will get the two of you into hot water. Somehow, his plans always do. At first, you’re scared to ask what’s got his face looking all mischievous like that, because you’re not sure if you’re in the mood to be coerced into being reckless. But you cave, and decide to find out anyways, because now he’s humming in amusement to himself.

“What?” you giggle, cocking a suspicious brow at him.

“Oh no,” he concludes playfully, “s’nothing.”

“Uh uh,” you rebuttal, “gotta tell me now.”

“Yeh ever wanted t’make out with someone?” He’s genuinely curious, though he’s got a playful grin planted on the lower half of his face that’s telling you otherwise.

“Dunno,” you shrug, furrowing your brows together, “kinda nervous to, ‘nd I never really thought about it.”

“I can teach yeh.” he answers immediately, and he has to stifle a laugh when he sees the look on your face, a little bit of chocolate ice cream staining the corner of your mouth.

“What?”

“Yeah,” he chuckles, “m’pretty good kisser, know a thing or two.” He states it cockily, full of confidence.

“Okay.” and your abrupt agreement shocks him, a little, before he’s smirking at you again.

He’s nudging his empty milkshake cup away from him, sliding it down further to the edge of the bench. He’s not really nervous, because unlike you, he’s had plenty of kissing partners already. And plenty of them have praised him for his way with his mouth, how good of a kisser he was. But you were a jittery mess, butterflies swirling around relentlessly in the pit of your gut, your knee jumping up and down, as your fingers tuned on the hem of your shirt.

“You meant right now?” you breath, realizing he’s inching closer to you, “Here?”

“Scared?” he teases, his leg pressed up against yours now.

You roll your eyes at him, because he’s a little more reckless than you are, which he thinks warrants all the relentless teasing, since you’re a little more practical. You’re on a public bench, for fucks sake, and it didn’t matter how much the two of you tried to keep up the normal teenage persona. Neither of you were. And he’s wiggling his eyebrows at you, a few curls of his dangling around his face. So you tell him you’re not scared, and he widens his eyes in surprise, letting out a low hum.

He rests his hand on your knee, letting it slither up to your thigh as his lips get closer. And though you told him you weren’t scared, and you weren’t nervous, you totally lied. Because right now all you were was scared, and nervous. Because what if you’re an awful kisser? Surely he’ll never let you hear the end of it.

You sigh a little, out of content, when you feel his lips in a bit of pout when they brush up against yours. Until they’re fully on yours now, encouraging you to move your lips in sync with his. And it’s not even as scary as you thought, it actually feels nice, and it’s soothing. And your glad that it’s Harry, because you know he won’t make a big deal out of this. You involuntarily squeal when you feel his tongue push past your lips, to which he responds by chuckling. But he’s showing you how to french kiss, and it’s unexplored territory, but you like it. It’s putting you in a blissful state, and you’re melting into it, so it’s why you don’t pay attention the man with the camera a few feet away.

It’s not until he’s joined by a few other people, that the two of you hear the faint clicking of a moving camera lens. You pull back and Harry snickers to himself, because you’ve got just a bit of saliva on your bottom lip. But he forgets to tell you, he’s too busy giggling at how flushed your face is, how flustered you are over the fact there’ll be photos of you two making out all over the internet tomorrow. You’re scolding at him, because you’d had a feeling it’d happen exactly like this, and you’re frantically getting your purse off the bench. He could care less, as he sits and watches you collect your things in a calm, collected manner. So you have to grab him by the wrist, and tug him along, and he’s bidding a friendly goodbye to the men with the cameras.

“Fuckin’ told you!” You giggled, nudging him in the arm, giving him a playful shove.

He shrugs, smirking at you again “You tasted like chocolate.”

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