#also tell me if i left something blank or dropped off mid sentence somewhere i think i finished all of them but im rly tired

[scarlettriot]

Stood Up

Pairing: Sero/F!Reader

Summary: When you find your dating making out with someone else at a Halloween party, Hanta swoops in and reclaims your evening, rekindling an old flame.

Contains: Fluff, Hurt/Comfort, Demisexual Reader, Astronomy/Greek Lore Nerd Sero, Old flame

Warnings: 18+ Below the cut, Minors DNI! Swearing, Demi Problems, Praise/Smidge of Degradation, Name-calling (slut & whore), Pet names (Love, good girl, pretty girl), Car Sex, F Masturbation, Oral M Receiving (Road Head) I think that's everything

A/N: This took me much longer than I expected. It's also my first time writing Sero. Given the season, I decided to add a touch of Halloween and costumes to this one.

If you'd like to read other's in the Stood Up series, here are the links:

Stood Up - Bakugo - WC 3,502

Stood Up - Kirishima - WC 3,612

Stood Up - Kaminari - WC 2,461

Word Count Starting Below: 3,494

Denki Kaminari's annual Halloween bash was in full swing by the time Hanta had arrived. He'd come straight from patrol, wrapping himself up in his own tape making a half assed mummy costume for himself. Not like anyone would notice with the flashing colored lights, loud music, and abundance of liquor.

However, Hanta didn't even make it up to the double glass front doors of Denki's home. Not before doing a double take at the very familiar pirate that ran by him.

"Y/N?" You stopped allowing him the chance to catch up to you, "Holy shit, it is you, when the hell did you get back?"

Three years you'd been gone, working in America. Time differences and busy schedules made it so the two of you barely kept in touch. It was a shame, Hanta thought, considering how close the two of you used to be.

"I- uh- just a few weeks now. I heard you were helping out with the disaster relief after that storm."

It had to be his eyes playing tricks on him, the funny colors of the dancing lights were what made your cheeks look wet, right? Those couldn't have been tears.

"I was, yeah, but I got back yesterday. I didn't know-"

"Get the hell outta here!" His head snapped back towards the front of the house, just in time to see Eijiro, dressed in an impressive werewolf costume, literally throw someone out of the party. The guy drunkenly stumbled off, Eijiro walking over towards where Hanta was standing with you. "Y/N, you good?"

You nodded while Hanta tried to piece together what'd happened. "Sorry, it took me a second to find the bastard. Do ya wanna come back in? I'll make sure he leaves."

"No, Eijiro, thanks though. I'm just gonna head home."

The wolfman frowned but understood. "We'll have a smaller party for ya! Just the gang as a welcome home! You know Denki will look for any excuse to throw a party." He turned his gaze on Hanta. "A mummy, really?"

"You've been a damn werewolf for the last two years! You don't get to give me crap."

Eijiro poked the fuzzy pointed red ears carefully set into his spiky hair. "Mina and I worked real hard on this costume... seemed like a waste to only wear it once."

"We both know you haven't just worn those once, big man."

That got a chuckle out of you while all Eijiro could do was shrug and try to hide a shit-eating grin.

He asked you again if you'd like to stay and once more you said you were going to just head home. It was when you specifically said you were going to be walking home that Hanta spoke up offering to drive you back to your home since it was Halloween and people were creeps.

You were a damn pro hero but he still didn't feel right about just letting you walk home alone.

When you agreed he told Eijiro he'd be back soon and walked over with you to his car.

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A part of you missed the old station wagon Hanta used to drive, not that this BMW he now drove wasn't absolutely amazing, you just sort of missed the comfort of the old car.

He waited until he'd reached the end of Denki's long, winding driveway to finally speak. "So, you wanna tell me what happened back there, or am I just supposed to pretend like Kiri didn't kick someone out on your behalf?"

"You could probably just ask Kiri and he'd tell you."

"I could, but, I'd like to hear it from you."

You knew you could tell him, there was nothing you couldn't tell Hanta. There was once a time when the man knew every single detail about your life. Sure, time and distance had put a strain on that relationship but you were back now. There was no reason why you couldn't at least start rebuilding what you and Hanta once had.

"Y/N, if you don't wanna say anything-"

"I was just casually seeing this guy. You know me and dating, how we don't always work out." You said abruptly and he quit talking, "And so, we weren't like official but we said we'd go to this party together. Well, I got here and went looking for him and found him making out with one of Hawks' sidekicks. I got a little upset when he noticed me and, well, he just said he found someone better."

Hanta actually stopped the car, pulled off to the side of the road, threw it in park, and looked right at you because he knew what found someone better meant exactly. You'd used those words in high school when that guy from Shiketsu that you'd been seeing got pissed off that you wouldn't put out and ended it with you. You went to his dorm crying because he 'found someone better', is what you told him. It took him a few hours to get the truth out of you.

You'd always been the kind of person to love with your entire heart but sexually, you'd confessed that you felt different from all the other kids your age back then. Not having the same urges and desires that everyone else seemed stricken with.

"Hanta, it's fine, really. Kiri heard the whole thing and, well, you saw what happened."

"Doesn't make it right! So, you went on a couple dates with a guy, that doesn't mean he just gets to expect you to put out for him! Even if you weren't demi, no one gets to just assume they deserve sex."

His lips were pressed in a narrow line, nostrils flared once in annoyance. He was usually so calm and laid back that you thought it rather cute when he got overprotective. "It's alright, Hants, really."

He still gave you a look that said he disagreed but then shook his head, dropping the subject for now at least.

"Still like those late-night drives?"

"I love them."

"Good."

Hanta waited for a car to pass and whipped the car in the other direction.

It wasn't long before he had the windows rolled down, conversations filling in the blanks of lost time, in between belting out choruses of your favorite songs. Minutes slipped by the further he drove, you lost track of both time and kilometers, letting him tell you all about the ridiculous antics the group had been up to.

Eventually, you caught the scent of salty air and even in the dark, you had a pretty good idea where Hanta was going. He followed a winding road, making two left turns and then a right leaving you on a stretch of road that paralleled the ocean.

You let your head fall against the seat, eyes falling shut and inhaling that wonderful smell you missed so much. Hanta had just one hand lazily on the wheel, his elbow resting out the open window, a relaxed smile was illuminated in soft orange lights off his dash.

You let your head roll onto his shoulder, not as easily done without the bench seat in his station wagon but it worked nonetheless. "Thanks."

His free hand came to rest on your knee, "Anytime."

He turned the wheel, pulling over and parking in front of a small beach access that you guys had found at 3 in the morning five years prior. Hanta kicked off his shoes, leaving them in the car to avoid them being sand-filled and you did the same with the knee-high boots purely because you longed to feel the sand between your toes.

The wooden planks were worn, parts buried beneath the sand until eventually, none remained. Breaking waves flooded your ears and you made a run for them! Before you could reach the lapping water though, tape had wound around your middle and yanked you backward.

"Not happening!" Hanta said firmly. "Last time I let you talk me into late-night swimming we didn't have a change of clothes either and we both got so sick! I think I might have actually died without Bakugo's soup!"

You chuckled, remembering being nineteen and curled up with Hanta on the sofa in the living room of the apartment you all shared for nearly a week. The sniffles didn't cease for almost three weeks.

"Okay, okay, no swimming." You flopped back down into the sand, his tape still attached meaning the cellophane hero was pulled down with you. "Tell me about the stars then, Hants. Who's out tonight?"

Astronomy was a hobby of Hanta's you learned about after moving into the dorms your first year. It wasn't uncommon to find him out on the roof most nights, laying on his back and looking up into the clear night sky littered with twinkling stars, usually with a joint pressed between his lips. It became almost a habit for him to grab you on his way up, pulling you along because you were more than happy listening to him tell you about each constellation and the stories behind them.

It was around this time of year, in your final year of high school; somewhere between him recalling the greek mythos of Aries and Sagittarius that you noticed your heart beating a little faster. You realized something had shifted between the two of you, and, holy shit, was this what it felt like to have a crush! When the hell did that happen?

You'd entrusted everything to Hanta back then, and now, laying in the sand shoulder to shoulder while he talked about Draco, that familiar feeling stirred again. You remembered what it was supposed to be like when you weren't forcing it for some random guy. How simple it was supposed to be.

You inclined on an elbow and he stopped mid-sentence. "Eh, everything alright?" You nodded but he looked anything but convinced, mirroring your position and asking you again.

It was easy for you to lean forward, to brush your lips against his for the first time in three years. And, when you pulled away, he looked about as shocked as he had the night you'd done it when you were eighteen.

"You- you still like me?"

When you left for America, you'd both agreed to put a pause on your sort of relationship. Free to date and screw whomever you pleased because three years was a long time and it just seemed like a fair decision to make. The realization that he might now have someone else special in his life dawned on you...

"Yeah but I totally understand if things are different now and I shoulda asked- oof!"

He kissed you so hard you toppled back into the sand, quick pecks, one right after another, ending them with a long one that nearly left you breathless.

"I didn't know how to bring it up. I didn't want to make you feel awkward about things or make you think I expected something. I thought that maybe since we didn't talk for a while your feelings might have changed."

"I can say with confidence they haven't."

"Thank fuck." He groaned and captured your lips in another searing kiss.

It was easy to lift his shirt off, the shreds of tape that remained were now covered with gritty sand that clung to your fingers as you traced the chest and torso you knew so well. Gliding over defined muscles, lingering on old scars and mapping out new ones he'd collected in your time apart.

His own hands were busy flicking open the brass fastenings of your corset, huffing about it being so much more difficult to get to your chest and something about it being very unfair.

By the time he'd undone the last one, bright headlights shown across the beach. "Shit."

Giggling ensued from the walkway and you both sighed, at least it wasn't the police or a hero patrol. Hanta gathered his shirt and ran back to his car with his hand in yours.

"I thought our days of being caught were over."

"At least it wasn't Mr. Aizawa this time."

A chill ran down your spine remembering the night and the lecture you'd received when your teacher had caught Hanta sneaking out of your room early one morning.

"So, uh, do you still plan on going to Denki's party?" You asked innocently enough but Hanta knew you far too well.

"I think I'm gonna miss it this year." His hand found a home on your upper thigh. "Apparently, you and I have a lot of catching up to do. Lost time to make up for and all that."

"Too bad you don't have that old station wagon anymore. If you did, we wouldn't have to wait to get back."

Dark eyes glanced over at you not so subtly parting your legs.

"I dunno. It's not too often I travel in the backseat of my own car but I've been told it's pretty roomy. Lots of legroom."

Your hand ran over your legs, dipping down to lightly brush your more sensitive parts, thankful you opted for the thin pair of black leggings rather than the dark skinny jeans. Your fingers danced again and this time you let a soft moan pass your lips. "Eyes on the road, Hants."

"That's a little hard to do when I've got you spread out in the passenger's seat." He grabbed your free hand and pressed it against the bulge in his pants. "You've got me distracted, filthy little woman."

You appreciated him testing the waters, a subtle way of checking if you liked those nicknames he used only in private with you, giving you a chance to protest if your likes had changed. They were one's that only felt right coming from him and you were eager to hear more.

Forgoing your own high, you leaned over the center console as best you could, undoing his belt first, followed quickly by his zipper letting his strained cock be free.

His grip tightened on your leg when you kissed the tip of him. "Just like old times, huh?"

A chuckle turned quickly into a moan, taking him in your mouth, pushing yourself further on his cock, fighting your gag reflex to get him down your throat. Hanta reclined his seat further, giving you more room to work with.

Your legs clenched tighter with every groan you pulled from him, wiggling your hips in the seat, letting a hand fall back between your own legs. There was an attempt of a moan around his cock when his fingers coiled in your hair. "Such a good slut. Keep fuckin' goin'." He let you continue at your own speed, needing to focus as best he could on the road rather than what you were doing but, damn, you were making that increasingly difficult.

He wasn't stopping you though. He rarely did. You'd sucked him off on countless drives before and only stopped when- "That's it." He lifted you off him by your hair at the same time he pulled off the road. There was a convenient turn-off, hidden by overgrown brush you noticed before he shut off the headlights.

Hanta took you by the chin, smearing drool. "Backseat, pretty girl." He reached into the glove box and pulled out a foil wrapper, "What do you say we test out that legroom?"

He wait to watch your smile grow wide before crawling into the back because he had to be the first to go if this had any chance of working. Once situated, pants under his thighs, he patted his lap for you to climb over.

You slid easily onto his lap, hands traveling up and over his shoulders, kissing hard while you rocked your hips against impossibly hard length.

There was so much comfort in the familiarity of him. It wasn't awkward to fall back into rhythm with Hanta, to remember that he loved the feeling of your nails dragging down his chest. And he was just as eager to get your shirt off, reach your breasts he'd missed so much, and get his tongue on your nipples.

Your head tipped backward, loving the pace he set, hips bouncing creating the perfect tug on your nipples between his teeth.

"Love, if I promise to buy you a new pair, can I rip these damn leggings? They're just so thin and-"

"Please." Your breathy moan had him smirking and with a single grunt the leggings were ruined, cool air from the vents had only a moment to touch your bare ass before Hanta's hands reclaimed it.

There was no way he hadn't felt your arousal before ripping your clothes off, you soaked through your panties and leggings, you knew that, but that didn't stop him from commenting on how soaked you were now on his fingers. "Want me inside you, whore? I think you do."

You nodded with a whimper and he slipped a finger in. "Hants, noo- I- I want your cock, please."

"You're gonna take my fingers like a good little slut first." You clenched at the words falling from his mouth. "So fuckin' tight you can barely take a finger. How'm I supposed to fit in here if you can even take a single finger? Need you to loosen up, alright." He pushed another finger in, scissoring the two inside you.

"This gonna make you cum? You need this bad, don't you? Tell me. Tell me how bad you need to cum."

"I want it. Please, please, I need it. I'm so close," You babbled and ripped the foil open with his teeth, rolling it with one hand on his cock. In an instant, his fingers had been replaced with this dick. Sticky fingers on your ass helping you ease down on him with a hiss.

"Fuck," Hanta let out a throaty chuckle, "You still fuckin' feel the absolute best." He dropped a kiss between your breasts, letting you adjust to his girth. "Perfect. Good girl. Such a fuckin' good little slut."

He wasn't about to last long. Not once you started bouncing up and down on him, your tits right in front of his face.

"Couldn't even wait for me to get you home, had to fucking tease me in the damn car." He held onto the fat of your ass, pulling you along him and slamming you down hard.

"Kinda pathetic how desperate you are. Fuck. Kinda hot too."

When the top of your head bumped the roof of the car, he scooted lower, trying to give you as much room to ride him however you pleased.

"What do you need? You wanna cum, don't you, pretty girl, what do you need?"

"Faster, faster please."

Hanta shifted even lower, making you grab onto the two headrests while he thrust his hips up into you at a rapid speed. His thumb on your clit was the additional stimulation you needed to fall over the edge. Nails clawing at the black leather as he continued to moan below you now chasing his own release.

You stayed poised above him, using every last bit of strength to stay upright until his mouth was rambling and his cock pulsed inside of you. Fingers bruising your skin before holding your pelvis snuggly against his.

He was bent in a way that looked entirely uncomfortable and yet he still smiled so widely. Reaching up to brush hair out of your eyes, "You okay?"

"Perfects, Hants. A little sore but I'm sure you are too." He moved off his lap, letting him slip out of you with a groan, "Is your neck gonna be okay?"

"I'll be fine. Having you back, love, is more than worth a little bit of a neck cramp."

As he tied a knot in the condom, depositing it into a plastic bag he had tucked away under his seat, Hanta raised a brow, "Love, really, are you alright? Please, tell me if I hurt you at all."

"No! I'm good, why?"

"You're sitting silly."

You were sitting a little odd, perched on your knees rather than sitting on your ass because the leather was chilly and you told Hanta as much making him laugh. "Wait, I think I can help." He leaned back to the front of the car, flicking a button making it glow. Once he tucked himself back in his pants he hopped out of the car and you could see him rummaging in his trunk through the rear window.

"I keep forgetting to take this out from our camping trip a couple months ago. Guess it turned out to be a good thing." He laid the blanket down over the passenger's seat, declaring that should help a bit.

You wrapped the now toasty warm blanket around your bottom half while Hanta drove back towards the city, your head on his shoulder, his hand on your thigh.

"So, shopping tomorrow? I believe I owe you a pair of leggings..."

"It's a date."

[moritzstiefelwiki]

Yooo for the detailed headcanon meme would u mind doing like... all the ones ure able to for Hanschen? Like feel free to skip as many as u want but itd be cool to hear ur thoughts on my Best Boy

Um? Little Hansy Rilow? Jackass Extraordinaire? Love of my life? Ofc I’ll do as many as I can!! Thanks so much for sending these! I hope you like them and I’m sorry they took me so long! (Also I answered these out of order and towards the end I was running a bit low on steam so there are some answers that are Not So Good mixed in there, sorry)

Under the cut or on Ao3 here :) 

1. What does their bedroom look like?

I think for the most part it would be tidy. Bed made, desk (mostly) clear, etc. He’s got some laundry on the floor, a couple of books lying about, and his jacket as well as his school things are never put away but everything else is in it’s place. 

His desk is by the window so he can make good use of natural light and It’s usually got assignments for school on it as well as whatever books might go along with them when he’s not using it. 

He keeps a small collection of books in his room- his favourites. Whatever he’s currently reading is kept on his bedside table and everything else is stacked by his desk but they should be on the shelf in the living room. 

He’s a nerd.

2. Do they have any daily rituals?

 I don’t think he would, not outside what he needs to do (school). Not unless you count him monologuing while he masturbates as a ritual, I have a feeling that’s a daily thing. 

3. Do they exercise, and if so, what do they do? How often?

 He does not, he would much rather lounge somewhere comfy with something he finds enjoyable. A book, a person, a puzzle, etc. 

4. What would they do if they needed to make dinner but the kitchen was busy?

I can see him being like “Everybody, get out of my way” (This is meant to be read in John Mulaney’s voice from the thing where he followed this with something like “I’m just here to feed my birds”) but I can also see him just clearing enough space for himself and getting to work. I guess it depends on who’s in the kitchen making what and what he’s going to be making. He’s not going to be interrupting someone that’s making cake or pastries just so he can cut vegetables in peace. 

5. Cleanliness habits (personal, workspace, etc.)

His parents/governess were somewhat strict about cleanliness when he was a child so he makes an effort to keep himself well groomed, especially when adults are present. No dirt under his fingernails, his clothes and hair are neat etc. He’s less concerned about it when he’s with the other boys and even less when he’s relaxing, either by himself or with Ernst, but he still somewhat pays attention to how much dirt he’s getting on himself or how much work it will take him to make himself look properly presentable before he finds himself around adults again. 

I think I got into workspace okay with his bedroom? He’s mostly tidy because he has to be, any disorder in his room can easily be taken care of. 

6. Eating habits and sample daily menu

I think he would love sweet things (candy, fruit, berries, etc) and he’s always a slut for baked goods. I have no idea what kind of things ppl usually ate in 1890′s Germany. 

7. Favorite way to waste time and feelings surrounding wasting time

He only really considers time wasted if he’s not spending it on something he likes to do or needs to do. So he has no favourite way to waste time, he only feels as though he’s wasting time if he’s bored out of his mind for no good reason. 

8. Favorite indulgence and feelings surrounding indulging

Ernst. It really isn’t safe for him to be smooshing booties in a vineyard with another boy but? He’s doing it. And being all poetic about it too ofc, he really likes Ernst. 

If he can indulge he will, he loves it. Life’s too short to deny himself pleasure, so long as said pleasure doesn’t harm him and/or get in the way of him becoming a millionaire.  

9. Makeup?

None. I can see him maybe trying, or at least wanting to try makeup at some point? Never with anyone around or if there was a chance of someone catching him though. (I’m a sucker for boys in makeup tho and I think modern Hanschen would enjoy makeup. If u want to hear a bit more abt that u know how 2 contact me)

10. Neuroses? Do they recognize them as such?

Neurotypical Hans™

11. Intellectual pursuits?

Literature and languages. He loves reading, loves diving into a book and analyzing characters, plot, symbolism, all of it. He loves talking about them as well, he could talk for hours about his favourites. He’s fascinated by other languages and speaks a handful rather fluently as an adult. He probably also enjoys reading the same book but translated into different languages because no translation is exact and it’s always interesting to see a slightly different take on things. 

I can also see him having interest in biology? Because science is fascinating and it’s amazing how diverse and intricately designed living things can be. 

12. Favorite book genre?

He talks about the books he likes when he’s jerking off so I don’t think I really need to get into that lmao 

13. Sexual Orientation? And, regardless of own orientation, thoughts on sexual orientation in general?

Multisexual. Bi/pan/ply/whatever. A pretty person is a pretty person & all that.

I think he might see the idea of sexual orientation as a little silly or perhaps performative? He understands that he’s expected to only like women and knows that once he’s older he’ll be expected to marry one, to have children etc etc. So for the most part he keeps his attraction to men to himself (Ernst being a very obvious exception, likely not the only one but it’s not something he would ever reveal lightly) and he thinks that most people are doing the same in order to avoid being judged negatively by their community.

Something along the lines of “everyone is only acting like they’re exclusively attracted to the opposite sex because it’s what’s seen as normal. They don’t want everyone else to point fingers at them calling them sinners and sexual deviants and condemning them to hell so they deny themselves half the beauty the world has to offer. For this same reason, they’re quick to attack anyone around them who might be revealed as queer. They’re so focused on keeping their own secret safe that they never realize everyone around them is keeping exactly the same one.”  

14. Physical abnormalities? (Both visible and not, including injuries/disabilities, long-term illnesses, food-intolerances, etc.)

¯\_(ツ)_/¯

15. Biggest and smallest short term goal?

¯\_(ツ)_/¯

16. Biggest and smallest long term goal?

Biggest: “When I am amillionaire”Smallest: I don’t think he has any small goals tbh ? 

17. Preferred mode of dress and rituals surrounding dress

I’m not rly sure what this one’s asking tbh?? He likes looking nice tho.

18. Favorite beverage?

Hot chocolate 

19. What do they think about before falling asleep at night?

Have you prayed tonight, Desdemona?

(I think a recurring theme would be his future- what he wants, what he can get, how he can get it etc.)

20. Childhood illnesses? Any interesting stories behind them?

¯\_(ツ)_/¯

21. Turn-ons? Turn-offs?

I’m stickin 2 sex ones bc otherwise it’s Too Vague and stresses me tf out tbh

Turn-ons: hair pulling, necking (he loves hickies but he’s strict about not having any that might be visible), being straddled, nice thighs, a good ass, little gasps and moans, begging

Turn-offs: bad kissing, poor hygiene, not listening to/paying attention to his feedback, going too fast (Mr. “half-closed eyes, half-open mouths, and turkish draperies” would Def love foreplay and teasing,, trying to skip right over it is? A no.)

22. Given a blank piece of paper, a pencil, and nothing to do, what would happen?

¯\_(ツ)_/¯

23. How organized are they? How does this organization/disorganization manifest in their everyday life?

See 1  

24. Is there one subject of study that they excel at? Or do they even care about intellectual pursuits at all?

See 11 (he’s pretty good at everything tho)

25. How do they see themselves 5 years from today?

Long dead because it’s 2017, but 5 years from the show he probably sees himself in university. 

26. Do they have any plans for the future? Any contingency plans if things don’t workout?

I don’t know what his plans would be but I’m sure he’s got some cushy career in mind that he wants to work towards. He’s a Rilow, he doesn’t need a backup plan. 

27. What is their biggest regret?

¯\_(ツ)_/¯

28. Who do they see as their best friend? Their worst enemy?

Ernst. His worst enemy is probably whoever is second in the class rankings, if you go by the play. Melchior in the musical. Little Hans is In It To Win It. 

29. Reaction to sudden extrapersonal disaster (eg The house is on fire! What do they do?)

His brain shuts down for a minute and then he realizes that yes, this is happening and oh dear god I need to get out of here. He tries (and fails) to give the impression that he is calm, cool, and collected but he’s doing pretty good for someone who is screaming internally as loudly as he is.    

30. Reaction to sudden intrapersonal disaster (eg close family member suddenly dies)

He just keeps going. He tries to act like everything is fine, to show that he’s strong. The second he’s alone he deflates. He’s depressed af but does everything he can to hide it. 

31. Most prized possession?

I’m not sure what exactly, but it’s something fancy and adult that makes him feel sophisticated. He won’t admit how much he loves it though. 

32. Thoughts on material possessions in general?

👌👀👌👀👌👀👌👀👌👀 good shit go౦ԁ sHit👌 thats ✔ some good👌👌shit right👌👌there👌👌👌 right✔there ✔✔if i do ƽaү so my self 💯 i say so 💯 thats what im talking about right there right there (chorus: ʳᶦᵍʰᵗ ᵗʰᵉʳᵉ) mMMMMᎷМ💯 👌👌 👌НO0ОଠOOOOOОଠଠOoooᵒᵒᵒᵒᵒᵒᵒᵒᵒ👌 👌👌 👌 💯 👌 👀 👀 👀 👌👌Good shit

33. Concept of home and family?

He thinks of it as faintly ridiculous. 

“Why are these people somehow more important than others simply because you share blood? Shouldn’t the value of your relationship with someone have more to do with how well you get along and care for each other? What’s the point of marriage, you put on a show so you can have children as you’re expected to and this absurd cycle repeats with your children and so on.”

34. Thoughts on privacy? (Are they a private person, or are they prone to ‘TMI’?)

He greatly values his privacy, he usually only shares exactly as much information as is necessary. Unless he trusts you, in which case he doesn’t s hut the fu ck u p 

35. What activities do they enjoy, but consider to be a waste of time?

See 7

36. What makes them feel guilty?

¯\_(ツ)_/¯

37. Are they more analytical or more emotional in their decision-making?

Analytical for the most part. He knows what he wants out of life and  what he needs to do to put him on the path to getting it. I feel like he operates with a mindset a bit like “people can leave you but things are forever” and so he’s pretty okay with making decisions that hurt people (himself included) if it will benefit him financially, academically, raise his social status etc. 

38. Would they consider themselves a Type A or Type B personality?

A? I don’t know tbh, my knowledge about this is limited to the 30 seconds I spent skimming the wiki article   

39. What recharges them when they’re feeling drained?

Peace and quiet, being alone. Bonus points if he’s somewhere pretty and/or rly comfortable.  

40. Would you say that they have a superiority-complex? Inferiority-complex? Neither?

I don’t feel I know enough about either to say lmao  

41. How misanthropic are they?

He thinks people are ridiculous, h

ryan sent me a post abt dragon dicks which got me rambling abt this one furry i follow and. lowkey shattered my train of thought, I don’t remember what i was planing 2 say here and I’m too tired to start the Thought Translation Process over again lmao 

42. Hobbies?

Reading, puzzles, Ernst, calligraphy, 

43. How far did they get in formal education? What are their views on formal education vs self-education?

He completed university. The only real difference between formal education and self-education is if you have a diploma people will believe you when you say you know what you’re talking about.  

44. Religion?

He’s whatever everyone else is. I don’t what religion everyone is in the show,, I don’t know shit abt religion tbh. But he believes in god, though he’s not as devout as everyone else. 

45. Superstitions or views on the occult?

Foolish. Ridiculous. Absurd. Childish. He believes in them.

46. Do they express their thoughts through words or deeds?

Words mostly. He’s excellent with them and loves to talk and talk and talk. 

47. If they were to fall in love, who (or what) is their ideal?

Ernst, probably. I don’t doubt that Hans loves him dearly but I don’t think he’s in love.  

48. How do they express love?

He talks about milk. 

I can’t think of anything lmao

49. If this person were to get into a fist fight, what is their fighting style like?

Tbh I can’t imagine him fighting. He probably just says something that pisses someone off and then gets knocked flat on his ass. 

50. Is this person afraid of dying? Why or why not?

I don’t think so, I think he feels almost like. I don’t think invincible would be the right word, but he sees no reason to fear it at his age. Yes, Wendla and Moritz died, but he has no plans to kill himself and he can’t get pregnant so a botched abortion isn’t a threat to him. He’s in good health and he’s got his wits about him. What is there for him to be afraid of? He can worry about dying later. 

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The Forgotten One- Chapter 2

So, here’s the second chapter, in which things start to kick in! Special thanks to @rakhall and @jolleiq-chan + special thanks to @ngame989 for helping me with dialouge. Hope you enjoy! :) 

My heart was beating like crazy as I tightly held the axe in my hands, waiting for R to show up, but nothing happened.

“Maybe it’s a trick Toffee set up for me?” I thought. Around me, there was the kitchen and the living room of the Diazes on Earth and raw daylight coming through the windows. From the void-door, I figured this place WASN’T Earth, then Where was I?

I thought of going to the front door, coming out of the house, finding the answers by myself and I was about to do just that when I heard footsteps coming down the stairs.

“R.” 

In a quick search for a place to hide, I found the closet in which Mr. Diaz always kept his gardening tools stored. It was empty so I quickly got inside and there I was, crumpled into it with my battle axe. I thought that this way, I’ll surprise attack R and get them to get me back to Mewni. How? I’ll find a way.

When the footsteps stopped, I opened a small crack in the closet door to finally have a look at this R and what I saw wasn’t a lawyer lizard or anything like what I expected. It was… a boy?

Instead of Toffee, a giant monster or anything like it, I saw a teenager with dark-reddish hair, tied into a short ponytail. His face seemed very young, about my age, 14 or 15.

The first strange thing I could spot about him was his style of clothing, which was a mixture of an earth teenager clothing: short jeans and a blank white shirt; and a mewnian peasant clothing, completed with a brown, woolen cowl over his shirt, with the hood down and simple working boots.

His expression was very calm, which left me both baffled and coming to the conclusion that’s probably R. He tilted his head, looking around as if looking for something. Probably me.

“Princess Star Butterfly,” he said. I didn’t expect his voice to be compelling and encouraging. “Princess of Mewni, Star the Underestimated, Your Highness, whichever you want to be referred as,” he said the last sentence in a non-binding tone.

“I know you’re hiding here somewhere. Please, if you will, let’s just talk. I know this entire situation is absolutely (oddly, he had put an emphasis on that word) terrifying, but I swear to you I’m reliable. I can help you get out of here. I know what it’s like- so confusing and scary, not knowing what to do and trying to find the answers.”

While he spoke, I noticed that he also moved his hands a lot, as if trying to emphasize what he said, even though he, presumably, didn’t see me hiding in the closet.

“So, please. Let’s just… talk.” The way he said the last word was odd, he sounded almost… desperate. From the small crack I opened, I saw that his face had a worried and caring expression.

I waited for the boy to run towards the closet I was hiding in and pull me out. I kinda wanted him to do that just so I’d know I have something to be up against. But nothing- he just kept standing there, waiting for me.

It was a LOT to take in. I drowned in corruption, woke up in a seemingly perfect replica of Marco’s house, was greeted with vague notes and a dress, and now this boy came along, saying that he can help me get out of this place. He didn’t seem like anything Toffee would put up, but I didn’t have much time to know the lizard, so I couldn’t risk and let my guard down.

The weirdest thing? His voice sounded vaguely similar, but I couldn’t quite put my finger on it. I’ve never met him before.

Or have I? 

Either way, I waited for him to make a move, so I just stayed in the closet with my battle axe ready. The boy kept standing there, waiting.

Eventually, after who knows for how long, he sighed and said, “She’s probably still asleep.” I almost let out a sigh of relief that blew my cover. He doesn’t know I’m here. 

I planned on waiting for him to be out of sight so I could go outside as fast as I could and look for answers by myself. But he didn’t go anywhere- he was still there, walking around the house, as if he’s bored.

What’s with him?

At some point, he started tapping with his hand on the side of his leg in a pattern that sounded_ familiar._ And than, he started singing.

“It was no secret, the way that we feel-”

Whatever common sense that I had, it was thrown out of my head the moment these words came out of his mouth. How does he know that?

“A love that’s so pure, a love that’s so real-” he kept singing, circling and tapping on the side of his leg._ It’s mine and Marco’s second favorite song. How does he know it?!_

I felt like I was being mocked by this boy, whoever he was. Anger and surprise rushed through me and I wanted to kick his butt so badly, but I felt like he was doing it to lure me out. Maybe he knows I’m here? But I didn’t dare to make a move. … Or at least that’s what I thought.

He continued singing, but before he said the ‘Just Friends’ line, he stopped moving mid-circle, almost like he was electrocuted. I didn’t know why he stopped… That is, until I felt an intense pain and looked at where my right arm was- sticking through a hole in the closet, one that, apparently, I just punched through!

I never wanted to kick myself so much until that moment.

The boy quickly turned to the closet I was hiding in and started walking towards it.

Screw waiting, time to get some answers! I got my arm out of the hole I made, held my axe tight and jumped out of closet.

The impact of my kick through the door knocked him off balance and the boy fell on his back. I prepared to swing my axe as a warning, but he already… gave up?

R was still on the ground, but he was sitting on it, with his hands lifted in a defence position. His eyes were wide in surprise, but he didn’t seem afraid- more disturbed and worried. Only then, I noticed that his pupils color was completely gray.

“Woah, wait!” he said as he raised his hands towards me, as if he tried to tame a feral animal. I pointed my axe at him and said- “You said that you can get me out of here, right?”

He looked at me confused, but still not afraid. It didn’t seem like an appropriate reaction to being threatened with an axe.

“Yes, I just said so.” R said in a confused tone. He blinked a few times, as if he realized something. He started asking “H-how long have you been hiding in-” while pointing at the closet behind me.

“I ask the questions, not you!” I said as grasped the hold onto the axe. The anger and adrenaline still rushed in me, but I couldn’t let myself lose my cool now. But this boy didn’t seem surprised- he looked at me curious, as if he was wondering what I’ll do next. He nodded and said “As you wish.”

I tried to think of what ask first; so many words were scrambling in my mind, trying to figure out the correct order. And the boy remained completely calm, waiting for me. He just sat there with crossed legs, without any worry in the world.

“How did I get here?” was the first thing I asked him.

“With these.” The boy’s hand reached slowly to the side of his jeans belt and took out a familiar object- scissors. Dimensional scissors.

I almost dropped the axe out of shock. I immediately grabbed the scissors from his hand (I ignored him yelling “Wait!”) and used them in order to cut the air and create a portal back to Mewni, but no portal came out. I looked at him and his expression was a one of “Are you for real?” Pony-head occasionally had, but somehow, much more serious.

“Why the scissors aren’t working?” I asked him with frustration. The boy looked at me, sighed and said “Because they’re not supposed to.”

“…WHAT?”

“Yes.” He kept sitting, but he looked annoyed. “Hekapoo made sure of that.”

Hekapoo? How does he know her? ”What do you mean? How do you know her?!”, I asked as I closed my axe to him, as a mean to threaten him, but he just kept being relaxed, but rather displeased.

The boy sighed, clutched his hands together and said, “She told me. These scissors were meant for transportation from here (he separated his hands to point to the floor) to YOU and back. For only one time” he pointed on me while he said it. “I used that one time in order to help you.”

“Help me?” I partially remembered that I was drowning, being pulled forwards and the weird dream. “So, you’re the one who pulled me out of the corruption?”

“Exactly. … I don’t expect a thanks.” He said in a joking tone, with a little smile and a shrug, probably to ease the mood. It didn’t work.

I felt my hands starting to shake. I couldn’t tell if it was from fear or my arms were getting tired (or the punch through the closet). “Well, if not with the scissors, then you gotta bring me back in another way! Otherwise, I’ll-”

“Say that you manage to come back to Mewni.” The boy interrupted me, with an angry and determined tone, as he looked at me straight in the eyes. “Say that somehow, you’ll be able to return, safe and unharmed. Then what? The lizard is still out there!”

He’s talking about Toffee. I tried to keep a confident face, like those I kept when I fought Ludo’s monsters and keep an angry tone. “Well… I’ll deal with him when I get back!”

“No, you won’t. Because every single time you tried to go against the lizard, you had lost.” He kept his fierceness and unlike me, without any shaking voice. Even though R kept sitting, his tone made me feel like he stood 10 feet taller than me.

“Because you gave him EXACTLY what he wanted.”

What? I wanted to snap and throw my axe at him, just for him to stop talking, but I felt paralyzed. He looked at me straight in the eyes, his gray eyes like burning of fierceness.

“The whispering spell. You used it believing that it would destroy him, TWICE, but it only led him to win, and you here. To pay for your mistakes.”

At that point, my hands just let go of the axe and it fell to the floor. “Wh-what?” All sorts of half thoughts and fears were running through my head and I couldn’t say anything. 

He knows me. He knows Toffee. He knows the spell. I’m stuck.

He kept sitting, unbothered by my reaction as I started to breath incoherently, my heart started beating up and my eyes started wetting.

I started walking back, trying to get away from him. I can’t go back.

Maybe I really am dead.

The boy closed his eyes, took a deep breath, as if calming. He opened them again and when he looked at me, I didn’t see anger and displeasure, but worry and care in his eyes, as if I’m an injured puppy.

He slowly stood up and while he did so, I was surprised to see he’s almost the same height as me. His speech about my failure made him seem much taller.

“You have no reason to trust me. I understand that.“ He said. “You had awakened in this place, I gave you vague messages and expected you to be completely calm and rational, after what you’ve gone through.”

He kept his tone gentle but didn’t come closer. I didn’t know what he was doing, but I felt my heart beating slower.

“I never wanted you to go through this. But…” The boy said and sighed in defeat, shrugging “It was the only way.“

“…The only way?” I asked him. My anger rose again, wanting to crack his calm facade, as I felt my eyes watering.The boy retaliated to my response.

“No. I’m incredibly sorry.” he said in a retaliated tone and lifted his hands. “I can see how upset-”

“Bringing me here to just… what?!”

“Please understand.” R said. He seemed even more stressed. “Your family and friends-”

“My family and friends?” At this point, I didn’t even care if the boy was an illusion made by Toffee. Tears were streaming down my face as I needed to let my frustration with pretty much everything. “How could you possibly know about them? They probably think I’m DEAD now because of you!”

R started to look irritated, breaking his calm facade. He said in a restrained tone, "Princess, just listen-”

“NO!” I told him. I had enough of it- I was gonna find a way back, no matter what. I started walking towards the axe I dropped. “I’m gonna figure this out myself, I just need to get back to Mom and Marco and I DON’T NEED YOU TO-”

“You do need me if you don’t want to be trapped here forever!”

I froze when said that sentence, while I leaned and started grabbing the axe. I looked at him and he looked like he’s about to snap out of anger.

I dated a demon with tantrums, I thought bitterly,_ I can deal with you_. I felt my throat sore from yelling and I felt my eyes starting to dry from the tears, but I still felt a turmoil in my guts. I didn’t dare to make a move. I wanted prepared for him to attack me, just so I could know who I should lash at.

Instead, he took a big breath and closed his eyes. When he opened them again, he walked to me and kneeled in front of me. He radiated passionless determination from his gray eyes.

“Just listen”, the boy said quietly, “If you try to attack me right now, not only you won’t be able to harm me, you’ll also lose your chance to ever come back to your home.”

I was breathing heavily, still not moving. “What?”

“Let’s just talk.” R said. “Ask me any question you want the answer to, and I’ll answer with all the knowledge I have. I truly understand how much you hate being here and your desire to return home. But for now…”

He sighed and looked aside, looking troubled for a second and looked back to me, keeping his hardened face. “I’m all you’ve got.”

He kept staring at me, completely emotionless, waiting for a response. I didn’t know why, but I felt like he’s right- I didn’t know what’s my situation and I had no advantage.

This boy clearly had experience in this place and he knows me in one way or another. If I wanted to come back, I need to cooperate with him for now.

“I really have no other choice?” I asked, with all the hope I could muster, but some part of me already knew the answer.

He shaked his head and answered “Only if you want to be here forever.”

We kept staring at one another. I sighed and wiped off what was left from my tears. “Fine.” I released the axe from my grasp and stood up and as an attempt to set a ground for myself, I said “But we do it in my terms.”

R had a pleased half smile on his face as he said “I’m glad you finally came to your senses.” He stood up and we were standing in front of each other. At that moment, I realized he’s a bit shorter than me.

“Now, where shall we begin?”