#but he also practices kendo

[kayunivy]

The difference in abs...

[sugoi-and-spice]

Konbini Crush

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Fandom: Jujutsu Kaisen

Pairing: Yuta Okkotsu x Reader

Rating: G - Minors still DNI though

CW: Nothin. Just pure sickeningly sweet fluff. :)

She was pretty sure that the cute guy she often ran into at the convenience store had a girlfriend. 

Maybe it was the kind, committal energy he gave off, or the fact that he often seemed to be talking to someone named Rika on what she assumed was his bluetooth, or maybe it was even just her own pessimism. Enough years in the throes of capitalism and the dating scene having brought the truth to her eyes that that no guy this sweet could ever be single. 

Whatever the reason was, it was a tragedy of course. He was cute as a button and absolutely her type. But maybe in retrospect, it had been a blessing in disguise. After all, the fact that he “had a girlfriend” meant that she had no chance with him. And that gave her no inhibitions from talking to him.

He was a gloomy-seeming guy at first, but when she finally worked up the courage to speak to him — asking him if the salted cabbage bento he always bought was any good — he instantly lit up.

“Oh yeah! Really good.”

She learned that same day that his name was Yuta Okkotsu. 

The next time she saw him, she learned that he was on his school’s kendo team. Although, it was a little weird the way he reacted when she asked about it.

“That’s why you carry that practice sword, right?” she asked, “You’re just coming off from practice?”

“O-Of course!” he answered with a nervous laugh, “It’s a practice sword…”

Yes, the awkward almost-surprise he gave her was a little odd, but also he was just a little odd. Everything about him held a sort of bashful energy, and yet strangely enough, not an anxious one. He held himself with a lot of confidence, a comfort in himself and his skin that was really rare these days. But not in a boastful way by any means. He seemed like a former wallflower that had truly bloomed.

Ugh, she knew that she shouldn’t have been hyperfixating on him this way. He had a girlfriend afterall. And yet still, when 6pm rolled around, she found herself taking a little extra time at the onigiri shelf, waiting to hear that gentle lilt that always made her heart skip a beat, waiting for—

“Good evening.”

She turned to Yuta with a tired, yet giddy smile, “Good evening.”

He took his spot next to her, looking through the refrigerated bentos and natto just next to the onigiri.

“How was practice?” she asked.

“Oh you know, same old, same old,” he answered, pausing his browsing so he could look her right in the eye, “How about you? How was work?”

“Nothing special, burnt my hand a little on the grill,” she answered, showing off her bandaged palm, “Boss yelled at me for doing it in front of customers. Same old, same old.”

Yuta was instantly concerned, “Oh no, are you alright?”

“Meh,” she shrugged, “It hurts a bit still, but I’ll live.”

He reached for her hand and then paused, looking at her for permission, “May I?”

She blushed a little at that, “Oh! Uh, s-sure…”

Yuta proceeded, taking her hand into his own. He ran his thumbs along the length of her bandages, applying just the slightest pressure. He was gentle with her, just like he seemed to be with everything. She found herself getting lost in that touch, in the idea of what it would be like to feel that sort of gentleness everywhere else…

“Alright, how’s that feel?”

She blinked out of her thoughts and looked back down to her hand, processing just how it felt. And to her shock, the stinging had actually gone away.

“W-Woah!” she said, holding her hand up to her face, “It feels great! What are you, a sorcerer or something?!”

Yuta laughed, waving her off, “No, no, nothing like that. It’s just a circulatory massage. Helps with the pain.”

“I’ll say,” she said in disbelief, waving her hand back and forth freely.

“You should still keep the bandage on for a couple of days though, to let it heal.”

“Will do, will do. Thank you,” she smiled, still completely engrossed in the painlessness of her hand, “This birthday isn’t totally shit after all.”

“Today’s your birthday?”

She froze. Shit, did she say that out loud? Her face turned bright red at the realization. God, she must’ve felt like she was totally fishing for a compliment or “happy birthday” or something now! She couldn’t be more embarrassed.

“Yeah, ‘fraid so,” she finally answered, trying to play it cool as the picked up a spicy tuna onigiri, looking over the ingredients on the back.

“And you’re spending it buying food from the konbini?!”

Okay, he seemed genuinely shocked and a little upset by that (what a sweetheart), so maybe he didn’t think she was totally weird for bringing this up out of nowhere.

“Living the dream, I know,” she chuckled.

Yuta shook his head and tutted, “No, no — I don’t think so.” He grabbed the onigiri out of her hand and placed it back on the shelf.

“Hey— My dinner!” she whined.

“We can do better than this. What do you say to some sushi?”

She blinked, genuinely surprised, “S… Sushi?”

Yuta rubbed the back of his head, an embarrassed little blush spreading on his cheeks, “Well, it’ll be conveyor belt, but I know a really good place if that’s okay with you.”

He clocked her awestruck expression and immediately panicked a little.

“Oh no, that was way too forward wasn’t it?” he looked down, a nervous muttering she’d never seen from him taking over, but maybe one that he’d lived with for a long time before, “Of course you don’t wanna spend your birthday with a total stranger…”

She finally was able to catch up to all this and realize just what he was saying.

“N-No, it’s not that!” she insisted, “I’d love to get dinner with you. It’s just…”

He tilted his head curiously.

“What about Rika?”

Yuta’s eyes widened a little, “Rika?”

“She’s your girlfriend right? I hear you talking about her or to her on the phone a lot,” she paused, alarming as she realized just how that sounded, “N-Not that I’m eavesdropping on you or anything!! I-I just overheard and well, ah crap…”

Yuta’s expression steadily softened through her babbling as he realized just what she was talking about, what she did and didn’t know about Rika. He smiled as he processed just how worried she’d been, and what exactly she’d been worried about.

God, was she cute.

“Don’t worry about the eavesdropping thing, I didn’t take it that way.”

She sighed, relieved.

“And don’t worry about Rika, either. She’s not my girlfriend.”

“No?” she lit up.

Yuta shook his head, “No. We’re close but she’s… Well she’s my sister, basically.”

She cocked a brow at him, “Basically?”

He laughed a little awkwardly, “It’s uh, it’s a little complicated. But really, you have nothing to worry about. I’m perfectly and pathetically single.”

If she were being honest with herself, that sounded totally like a red flag. A girl that was like a sister to him? That had cheater, cheater pumpkin eater written all over it. And yet, there was something about his demeanor, the look in his eyes and the way he said it, that felt genuine. That made her inclined to believe him.

And for a sushi dinner with the cute konbini guy she’d been pining over for weeks, that was good enough for her.

She grinned in a way that had Yuta’s blush returning full force.

“Lucky me.”

[saionjeans]

ok so. miki’s sunlit garden is the literal sunlit garden where he and kozue played piano together as children. it’s the defining version of this narrative device, and in a way, it’s the most straightforward. miki is leaving the garden and entering the world of teenagers. he is scared of growing up, and he misses the effortless, uncomplicated bond he shared with his sister when they were children, before being inculcated into a world of sexual power and abuse, before his parents divorced and his beautiful nuclear family was rent asunder by real-world complications. i genuinely think every 13-ish year old goes through this grief and a desire to hold onto the past, to remain in this perfect nostalgic bubble through which you view your childhood. it’s probably the most universal and identifiable instance of the motif of the sunlit garden.

then it gets more complicated. nanami’s sunlit garden is her memories of short-haired touga, of her big brother showing her his affection, making her feel special, worthy, and loved. but unlike miki, she doesn’t miss being a part of the ideal nuclear family. for one thing, both she and touga are adopted. of course, she doesn’t actually know that, but it nonetheless problematizes the bioessentialist logic upon which the nuclear family [abuse factory] structure is predicated. secondly, it’s clear that she was always the scapegoat to touga’s golden child. which is why it’s not that she loves her sibling as an extension of her childhood nostalgia, but that her entire value system fundamentally revolves around touga, because he was the only person in her formative years who ever showed her the slightest sliver of affection. and in all her memories of him, he has short hair (like dios, like miki), because subconsciously she doesn’t even want him to be her Prince, her patriarchal savior, she wanted him to be someone who loved her because she inherently deserves love. she does treat him like her prince in the present, but that’s only because it’s how her love for him must take form in ohtori. deep down, she doesn’t want a prince, a lover, or even a brother; she wants a friend who will love her for nothing. but she has no way of expressing that, not in a world that claims true friendship is for fools. so instead she values him for their biological ties, for his status as a kiryuu, for his patriarchal role as the eldest son in their perfect nuclear family. and she refuses to acknowledge how she demeans herself in the process of worshipping him, how she’ll drown herself and cook herself and cage herself, debase herself and dehumanize herself for his illusory love. and that is what the sunlit garden means to nanami.

as for saionji, the sunlit garden also constitutes his memories with touga, of a “before” that is much more definable in the sense that there is clearly a moment where it becomes “after.” one day they are riding their bike through the rain after kendo practice, and they decide to take shelter in a church. and saionji sees touga become someone he fears and also envies. someone who wields the power to project something eternal, to inspire, to save. and he exerts his power in a subtly violent way, by transgressing invisible boundaries. saionji cannot harness that power, so he attempts to exert it clumsily, through immediate, obvious, physical forms of violence. it never quite packs the same punch as touga’s manipulation, no matter how hard he tries. but what saionji really longs for is not to possess touga’s power, but to go back to the way things were before touga decided he wanted power. touga thinks true friendship is for fools, but like nanami, all saionji wants is to be touga’s true friend. and isn’t that just tragic?

of course, that’s not all saionji wants. but his desire is complicated by the fact that he clearly also resents the sexual acts he is being put through by touga, even if in other circumstances, it could be what he wanted. juri’s situation, her sunlit garden, is similar to saionji’s in this respect. all she wants is shiori, but she doesn’t want the shiori she is being presented with. she wants the shiori from an illusory idealized past in which they were true friends, before shiori betrayed her and revealed her ugly feelings in the process. like miki with kozue, nanami and saionji with touga, utena and anthy with dios, mikage with mamiya, juri is idealizing a version of the object of her affection who never really existed. shiori’s ugly feelings were always latent. unlike miki’s sunlit garden, nanami’s flashback to touga’s party and sea of photographs, or saionji’s memories of touga tenderly wrapping his hand, juri does not even have memories of shiori that are not defined by her betrayal. yes she has shiori reaching out, holding a rose, saying “believe in miracles and they will know your heart,” but it’s an obvious fiction. juri doesn’t know shiori at all, and the shiori juri knows is not the shiori she loves. the sunlit garden is always a garden of illusion.

utena’s sunlit garden, which opens many episodes, is perhaps the most obvious example of this fact. she completely rewrote her own formative memory to better suit the dominant patriarchal narratives she was forced to adopt all her life. and you can say that akio actively tampered with her memories, but functionally speaking, that’s the same thing. even more so than the others, her sunlit garden is a palimpsest; she idealizes a past and a prince that never actually existed. sure akio and anthy exist, but her “prince” is not either of them. the locus of her will to live, that eternal thing, is a fiction. but her desire to help others in need is genuine. and that is what differentiates utena’s sunlit garden first and foremost. it is not founded on a selfish desire to cling to a perfect past of illusion, but on the selfless desire to keep moving forward in hopes of a better future. they all want to hold onto something eternal, including utena in her desire to keep her parents with her, and all of those desires are perfectly understandable and eminently sympathetic, but utena is different because that day that akio showed her anthy’s suffering, utena’s desire shifted from a memory to a telos.

mikage’s sunlit garden thus becomes a cautionary tale to all the members of the student council who wish to live in a memory, perfectly suspended, pinned in place like a butterfly on display. just as a caterpillar must become a butterfly, a child must enter the world of adults. mamiya is beautiful because he has the luxury of dying young, of being immortalized on a carousel, of never losing his innocence. mikage is what happens to people who idealize eternity through escaping into nostalgia. the world keeps moving on without them, and they become ghosts, trapped in a past that no one can recall.

so what of akio? he uses people’s sunlit gardens against them, he manipulates time and memory, feeds off nostalgia and the grief of lost childhood. he cultivates his garden to resemble golden days, and as he invites you through his gates, ensnares you. so what does that mean, when his goal, too, is to achieve eternity? above all he wants to forge a sword that will break through the closed gates and reinstate his former glory. of anyone in ohtori, he is the one most deeply entrenched in his oh so cozy coffin. for all that he knows his promises to be illusory, he also clings to that logic, he also mourns dios. he longs for his golden days despite knowing that they’re untenable, despite being well aware of the toll it took on anthy. and even fully aware of the extent of his exploitation, of the fundamental illusion of eternity, he still attempts to attain it, he still instantiates himself in a cycle on the carousel, condemned to ghosthood, a butterfly pinned in place.

finally, we must look to the absent figure, the outlier. what, or rather who, is touga’s sunlit garden? the movie tells us it is utena, that he embodied the princely role in the truest sense and that this is his deepest aspiration. but i don’t know if that’s necessarily how i read him. anthy and touga are foils, two sides of the same coin. anthy doesn’t have a “sunlit garden” per se, because she has long given up on the idea of returning to a time when she loved dios, before the swords of hatred pierced her heart. but she has a literal sunlit garden, and her role is to tend the flowers in it and never leave. she has a literal coffin, guarded carefully in the chambers of her heart. anthy knows better than to cling to an idealized past, but still, she cannot find a way to move forward. so she gets stuck in a circular present, where both past and future are illusory concepts. it is not enough to simply know that the past is gone, one must also strive for a better future. it is why utena and anthy’s promise to drink tea and laugh together in ten years is just so powerful within ohtori’s timeless walls. i’d bet anything that touga also doesn’t have an idealized past. if, again, we use the movie to inform our understanding of him, he was always aware of the abuse that pervaded his world, he was never an innocent. but instead of desiring reform, like utena, of wanting to save those suffering, he wants to be the one inflicting that suffering as much as possible. to cope, he accepts his abuse as a necessary consequence of existence, and assumes that anyone capable of abusing him is simply more powerful, and thus deserves to exert their power over him, just as he deserves to exert his power over those less powerful than he is. so like anthy, he doesn’t have a sunlit garden, but he has a coffin, and a garden, and a carousel. and like anthy, he must choose for himself whether he wishes to remain a complicit victim, or to leave his cozy coffin and find a way to move forward. and that, only time can tell.

[masterdizzi]

Match 4 of the joint training arc will never not bug me. The first three matches did a good job at showcasing the quirks of the class B members of the respective teams (especially Komiri, Kuroiro, Pony, and Hanonuki) while also giving the class A members SHARED spotlight. They were not perfect, but they were close. Aside from Momoma, Tetsutetsu, Kendo, and Shiozaki, we knew next to nothing about class B, so this was a good time to show their quirks and personalities in action.

But Match 4 just became a Bakugou praise parade. Tokage was hyped up by Monuma for the sole reason of making Bakugou look better once he bet her team and his team SWEEPED 4-0 and was the only team that got no criticism form Aizawa. The bias could not be stronger.

That is not my biggest issue. My biggest issue is how everyone else were used as mouthpieces to show how much he 'changed'. His teammates, Tokage, Monoma, Kirashima, Kaminari, Izuku, and even All Might. It actually got so freaking annoying. It was practically being drilled into our brains that he changed.

And aside from a fundamental level, HE DID NOT CHANGE. He is still calling his teammates by rude nicknames and insulting them. (Calling Sero an idiot for coming up with a good plan and telling Jiro to shut up after SHE THANKED HIM FOR SAVING HER.)

Also, it just made Tokage, Kamikiri, Bondo and Awase look weak and Sero, Sato and Jirou got to do next to nothing

I have my issues with match 5 too but this one is just too big of a mess to ignore

[kaeyahiya]

"Unrequited Enemies" (NSFW)

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Pairing: Ayato x Female Reader

Warnings: NSFW/Explicit content, use of y/n if that bothers you,use of feminine parts, enemies to lovers (kinda), swearing, and mentions of marking, a little bit of angst, a little bit of smut

Disclaimer: This is intended for adult viewing only, I have plenty of SFW content on my master list so please check that out instead. I am strongly discouraging and actively not condoning the consummation of this content for anyone who is a minor.

Word count: 5687 OH MY GOD???

Authors note: This is LONG the longest thing I think I've written to date. This counts as like a full fic, should be like a multi chapter type beat. It's a long read but dare I say this might be my best work yet. Anway, I haven't written anything for Ayato bc he was a faceless ncp before I went on my hiatus.... I am also in love with man and couldn't stand the thought of this. Hence I'm writing a self serving fic bc I'm incredibly selfish rn and need some of this man in my life. Also I enjoy a good enemies to lovers troupe sue me!! ALSO ALSO THIS IS GENDERED HAHAHAHA finally if you see my master list it's all been GN so ha I did it. Anyway enjoy me being selfish 🧍🏻‍♂️(edit) Future self here... This took me almost a month to write, this turned into a novel and I apologize....

This will also be crossposted on my A03 probably bc of the girth of this beast. You can read it: Here if you prefer that interface better

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Working under the Kamisato's was a blessing. Truly it was. You considered yourself exceptional in hospitality and an ace seamstress. That's how the Kamisato clan sought you out.

Lady Ayaka was kind, the easy one to put it bluntly. Her tasks were normal simply as asking you to clean her linens or making small repairs on her formal wears. (Which Thoma would normally jump in to help, cleaning and sewing was also his forte). Genuinely, she was the nicest noble person you've ever seen, still managing to keep an air of excellence and gracefulness to her despite her overly kind nature. 

Working there is what kept you and your family fed and you were able to have a safe haven during the Vision Hunt Degree when being a vision holder yourself was hard to avoid.

However, working under the Kamisato's wasn't easy work by any means.

The head of the household was where the issue lied when it came to your work. Kamisato Ayato, you swear had it out for you since you arrived to work for them. One day he'd have you doing mundane tasks like taking inventory of the spices in the kitchen, and the next it would be making him tea over and over until it was the exact temperature he liked.

Not to mention all the constant repairs on his clothes you'd have to do, whether it be taking care of personal matters or training with his sister he'd always come back with piles of clothes in need of huge repairs.

You probably would have punched the pretty smirk off of "Lord Ayato's" face if it wasn't for poor Thoma keeping you afloat. You feel bad but while he cooks, you normally lament your frustrations to him. He'll occasionally offer his support or advice, since after all he's your senior and also a fellow outsider of Inazuma.

"Miss, your presence is requested in Lord Ayato's office." the guard locks eyes with you. You want to groan in agony, you were hungry and tired but still you mustered a smile. " I'll head over right now, thank you."  You say with a small bow. Once the guard exits you you finally let out a long groan looking to Thoma for support. "Can't you go instead, at least you can put up with his nonsense." You sigh exasperated.

After one particularly frustrating day of repairing both Lord Ayato's and Lady Ayaka's training wear entirely and aiding another with mending their Shinai Practice Swords (The bamboo ones, commonly used in kendo??), which were almost beyond repair. You find yourself once again in the kitchen with Thoma going on and on about the day before a dreaded guards men enter.

Thoma chuckles. "I believe a 'Miss' was summoned, I'd be scolded if I showed up, besides I'm cooking. Unless you wanna deliver food to the entire staff and the Lord and Lady." You wrap him lightly on the back of his shoulder. " Fine, but if I wind up dead it's your fault." You joke. You excuse yourself and exit the kitchen; then head for your doom, Lord Kamisato's office.

-

You stand outside his office, the dimly lit Shoji (those paper sliding door things?) showing the silhouette of menace himself just waiting for you.  "(Y/N) here My Lord." You grit your teeth. "You may enter." You can almost hear the sadistic smile in his voice. Sliding open the door you're immediately confused on why you are here.

Ayato looked right as rain, clean and on top of that his office looked organized and practically sparkling (you'll have to thank Thoma for that later), boba tea full, and a small before dinner snack fully eaten. What more could he need at this hour. "Ah yes, Miss (Y/N)" his eyes lock with yours. "I've seemed to have spilled ink on my clothes. I need them cleaned immediately before dinner is finished." Though the room was dimly lit, you could clearly see there was no ink anywhere on Ayato's clothing.

"My lord I don't-" before you can even finish getting the word's out, Ayato takes the ink on his desk and proceeds to dump its contents all over his clothing. All the while that signature sadistic smile plastered on his face. You face contorts, you try to conceal the seething hot rage from pouring out of your mouth. (Un)Luckily Ayato speaks first. "I'm sorry you were going to say something? Go ahead, I apologize for my clumsiness."

Your mouth opens but you quickly close it. You're dumbfounded. His informal attire is mostly white, similar to his training attire, getting ink of that amount out in such a short amount of time would be nearly impossible. As you continue to stand there in silence you can see Ayato absolutely blossom with happiness.

A few more seconds pass until you collect yourself enough to speak calmly. "I'll fetch you some other clothing to change into while I tend to your..." Your eyes narrow at him. " Accident. " Words laced with venom at the end. He nods, smiling. " Go ahead, I'll be right here. Do be quick though, I hear ink is a pain to get out the longer you leave it. " He smirks.

You bow rigidly before bolting out the door to his quarters to grab him some fresh clothing.  Returning to the lion's den, you announce yourself once more. "You may enter," Ayato calls out again. Sliding open the door he promptly stands up this time.

You don't say a word but hold out the clean clothes to him. "My my, that was fast." He smiles. You don't answer but begin to turn to exit so he can change in private.  "No need to be so shy. You're practically one of my retainers at this point. "

You quickly turn around deciding to face the door instead of him, face red with embarrassment this time. You hear the rustling of the rest of his clothes. After a few awkward quiet moments with your thoughts filled with annoyance and somehow Lord Ayato's bare chest and perfect stupid abs, he finally speaks again. "I'm dressed." You pivot to see him again, back in pristine condition, however not bothering to pick up the ink stained clothes off the ground.

Retainer??? Since when? Where's your pay raise? That's all that runs through your mind as you stare at him dumbfounded. You don't realize until you snap out of your train of thought Ayato has already started stripping, his bare chest on full display. "Miss (Y/N) I don't mind if you watch, but watching me so intensely is unnecessary." You didn't think that smirk could get any bigger but it does.

You let out a sigh you didn't know you were holding in and kneel to grab the stained clothes scattered around his feet. You go to grab a sleeve and the bastard has his foot still on the article of clothing. Giving it a little tug as a hint to move, Ayato simply looks down at you with a smile. "Oh my apologies, didn't realize I was standing on it and hindering your precious time to get those pesky stains out." He steps out of your way and plants himself back to his desk. Asshole is all that runs through your mind as you gather the clothes.

Once again you quickly excuse yourself and rush to the medical bay to grab some balls of cotton and rubbing alcohol. Storming back into the kitchen you decide you need to get this frustration out and combat this stain at the same time.

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You definitely startle Thoma as you slide open the Shoji with little to no care of its fragility. "Listen I'm sorry, Lord Ayato is fucking awful."  You say holding up the stained clothing to accentuate your point.

You recount your encounter with the Lord of the house to Thoma all the while desperately scrubbing the ink out with the rubbing alcohol. "He's a sadist Thoma, he hates me I'm sure of it. Why on earth would he do this." Thoma turns to the area of the table you're vigorously scrubbing at ,now almost finished with dinner at this point, offers you a pot of cold water and soap to help you finish cleaning the stain. "That's just Lord Ayato, and hey maybe it was a genuine mistake."  He shrugs. "Thoma, I saw him pick it up and dump it on himself."

You move over a bit to let Thoma work his laundry magic. Taking the garment from you, which was now almost its original color, he washes it in the aforementioned cold soapy water. After some more scrubbing he pulls it out. Looking as radiant as it did on Ayato before he went and soiled it.  "Thoma I'm sorry for roping you into this... I appreciate you." He smiles nudging you softly. " Stop that, you'd do the same for me if I needed that level of help. " You're glad Thoma is always here to save your ass. 

"I may have done the best I can but it won't dry before dinner, since I'm almost done with it." You grab your Anemo Vision and wave it in front of him and he lets out a 'Oh yeah...' before he smiles radiantly. "You got this then, dry it quick and as soon as you're done I'll serve dinner. Hopefully that'll buy you a bit of time. " You bow to Thoma, thanking him profusely. You exit the kitchen before running to the courtyard to swiftly dry the Lord's clothes with a little help from your Vision.

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After making quick work of drying the clothes. (Thank you Anemo Archon). You inspect the clothes one last time and decide they are pristine enough for him. Carefully folding them, you proceed to slide down the hall to Ayato's office once more. 

For the final time of the night you announce yourself. "Miss (Y/n) back so soon?" he says as you enter. His eyes narrow in on the clothes in your hands. "I'm more than pleased with your speediness. However, folding them will definitely crease them." You wordlessly unfold the clothes, gesturing to the creaseless stainless garments. "I see... Very well then, I will change after dinner."  

His eyes light up again and you regret opening your stupid mouth. "Ah yes, Thoma should be along with my dinner soon. My arms are awfully tired from writing documents all evening..." There it is again that fucking sadistic grin. "Stay here and feed me will you?" You can't stop the words from spilling out of your mouth. "What? Why?" Clapping a hand over your mouth. He didn't like that, you can tell as you watch sadism on his face fade to confusion. "Because you serve under me and I'm telling you to do so." 

Taking the clothes from your hands, Ayato purses his lips briefly as your fingers touch during the exchange.  You grimace at him, typical of him to be disgusted by touching you even for a millisecond. You quickly rearrange your face before asking the dreaded question. "Can I help you with anything else my Lord?"

Right. You forgot. You're supposed to be like Thoma, a loyal dog who does what it's told. Maybe that's what you're supposed to do but this was an outlandish request. However, knowing the wrath of Kamisato Ayato, you flop yourself in the corner in defeat, not bothering to put up a fight. You press your knees up to your chest, glancing at Ayato's, once again, happy smirk. He too proceeds to sit back down, at his desk.

A heavy silence fills the room as Ayato resumes his work. You want to yell at him, kick and scream, but overall you just wanted to cry. You're so embarrassed for what's to come and your mind is reeling. The tears brimming your eyes burn as you try to continue putting on a strong front. You refuse to let this asshole see you cry.

Thoma must be taking his time because amongst the scribbling mixed in with silence you have a lot of time to think. You evaluate your position. You signed up for this, but did you really? A maid sure, but dealing with a sadistic brat? No, that wasn't in the job description. Or maybe that was the plan all along, maybe it just happened along the way? You weren't sure at this point and you felt bitter and defeated.

"Lord Ayato?" Your voice comes out horse. "Hmm?" He questions. "Why do you trouble me with the most torturous and utterly embarrassing tasks?" You stare him down. He looks shocked you dare question his authority. He opens his mouth to answer? maybe yell at you? But as if the Archons themselves are taunting you, Thoma announces himself. "My Lord you dinner is ready, may I enter?" Ayato fixes his gaze on you for a second longer than needed before responding to Thoma. "Thoma. Yes, you may enter." He answers 

Thoma comes in hands full of all of the dishes Ayato requested tonight. He almost doesn't see you in the corner for a second but being the loyal retainer he is, the actual retainer of Ayato, he says nothing but shoots you a sympathetic glance. "Thoma, please let Miss (Y/n) help you with the rest of your food deliveries. I wish not to be disturbed the rest of the night." Ayato says using a voice he normally only uses when talking with other officials. It's cold, a lot colder than usual. The blood drains from your face and a knot forms in your stomach, you fucked up big time.  

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Three days. It was three days of terrifying tranquility, free of summoning from Lord Ayato.

Lady Ayaka assured you, as well as your job, were fine. The looming anxiety however had you on edge, you couldn't sleep fearing you'd be assassinated in the middle of the night. After all Kamisato Ayato hated being questioned, the only thing you were sure he hated more was you. Death would be the only solution right? 

You were in the courtyard, it was evening and everyone was eating dinner. Thoma approached you gently tapping your shoulder. "Dinner is ready for you in the maid's quarters... But uh, Lord Ayato wishes to see you in his quarters before dinner." He says sheepishly. You groan looking to Thoma “If you don't see me tomorrow, assume the worst." You joke but deep down felt your stomach drop. It had been three days of not seeing him, who knows what kind of punishment you'd receive. 

Thoma gave you a reassuring smile as you bid him farewell and headed from the courtyard to the personal quarters of Kamisato Ayato. It's not like you haven't been there before, but something still felt off about addressing your punishment not in his office but your room. 

So there you were, standing in front of the looming door to the man who was about to decide your fate. You swallow hard before addressing your arrival. "My Lord, (Y/n) here. Thoma said you requested my presence..." Your voice came out a lot shakier than you'd like to admit. Frankly you were terrified. There was, what felt like, an eternity of silence before he finally responded. "Come in."

Your hands waver as you pull the Shoji door open. It was almost pitch black inside Ayato's room. He was sitting under a Kotatsu with his dinner finished. His eyes immediately fixed on you as you entered. "Miss (Y/n) please sit. There's something I'd like to discuss with you." Fuck. Your family will be so upset if you lose this job, what will you do for work, where will you live? Sure you hate Ayato but you for the most part enjoy your job and- No no no you can't spiral right now. 

You suck in a composed breath and take a seat opposite him under the Kotatsu. "What is it, my Lord?" You ask meekly. He closes his eyes, sighing. "I.. You see.." He's uncharacteristically fidgety. "My sister has brought it to my attention that I've been causing you much strife lately." You want to laugh, lately he says, it's been since day one but okay sure. You grit your teeth. "As you said before, I serve under you. It's my duty, I suppose." You respond promptly. As much as it hurts your pride to admit you needed this job. You belong here and you won't go down without a fight. "I see." He says, sighing again. 

" (Y/n)... You loathe me do you not?" He locks eyes with you, as if boring directly into your soul. " My Lord, of course not. I'm grateful to serve the Kamisatos." He shakes his head. " Miss (Y/n), from the moment you arrived here you've seemed to take a disliking to me. I'm just trying to understand what started it. Please be cooperative." 

Huh? You? You're the problem in this situation? You know what fuck your job. "Kamisato Ayato, I do believe from the moment I arrived here you've made me do the most outlandish things and have, frankly, acted like a brat. If anyone hated anyone first it'd be you." You bang your fist on the table of the Kotatsu. "I'm a mere maid trying to make a living, not a babysitter or a toy for a spoiled noble's amusement." 

He has the audacity to laugh. "I'm sorry I seem to be missing the joke here my Lord. Please share so I too can laugh at the very serious call concerns I just raised." You glare at him. He smiles trying to suppress his laughter. "(Y/n) no one has ever talked to me like that before..." You pause. You've never seen Ayato look so pleased in your presence before. 

"Shamefully I'll admit, I enjoyed hearing your true feelings about me." He fidgets under the Kotatsu again. "For the record, I never hated you. I enjoy teasing you, and I'll admit I take things to an extreme. For that I apologize for the suffering I put you through." You're stunned at his apology. The head of the Kamisato clan apologized to you? " My Lord I..." Your words catch in your throat and all the anxiety built over the past three days spills out of your eyes. The one thing you swore you'd never do happens, you're crying in front of Ayato. 

Instinctively Ayato rushes to your side of the Kotatsu kneeling next to you handing you his handkerchief. You take it and turn away from him as you try to repress your sobs. "(Y/n) I'm so sorry, I didn't realize... I..." He turns you to face him. His face is almost unrecognizable, maybe from the blurry vision of your tears, but his face laced with pure concern and gentleness. "I apologize for being so bold to ask but my I... Hug... You?" H u h?  Your world feels like it's been turned upside-down. Ayato is being nice to you, and the craziest part is you kind of enjoy how it makes you feel. A half hour ago you would've never dreamed you'd be in this situation. 

You cautiously nod and Ayato gently pulls your much smaller form into his chest. You sniff, still calming down from your episode. Ayato gently strokes your back. It sends shivers down your spine but you don't... hate it?? You're conflicted at this moment. A man who was once so cruel to you is now being the perfect gentleman. 

While battling your thoughts Ayato fills the silence. "When my sister and I were young, she would often hurt herself by accident. While she cried, I'd hold her like this until she would calm down." You hum softly. You're unsure what to say. This whole situation feels like a twisted dream. You feel like any moment you'd wake up in your bed and the sinister Ayato you'd known up until now would return.

You glance up at him, his eyes are closed as he still is gently stroking your back. He looks peaceful, a small gentle smile on his face. You dare even concur he looks rather handsome like this. Your face turns red as you now realize the situation you're in. Kamisato Ayato is holding you. Even worse, you're enjoying it.

One of his eyes opens and peers down at you. His smile gets wider but remains gentle still. "Feeling better?" He asks. "I think so. I apologize for my outburst My Lor-" "Ayato..." "Huh?" "You can apologize but please use my name, not my title." You snort with a smile, there's the Ayato you know. "I apologize for my actions Ayato. For the record as well, I don't hate you either." 

You pause for a brief second confused by your own confession, then words continue to spill out of your mouth. "I think I hated the way you treated me and just assumed you hated me. Besides you'd make me do silly things and would cause problems just for me to fix, making my life harder, it was frustrating but..." Ayato tips your chin up from his chest. You both stare at each other in silence.

Whatever rambles you had in your mind vanished and all you can think about now is how pretty his eyes are and how you never noticed until right now.  Ayato leans down, your lips inches apart from his, you can feel the heat of his lips radiating on to yours. "May I be bold once more Miss (Y/n)?"  You say nothing, you're absolutely frozen so he continues. "I think I did all of that because I'm positively enamored by you." Then closes the gap between the two of you, kissing you.

His lips are soft and as his hand moves from your back to your waist you find yourself kissing him back. It's gentle but tender, all that pent up rage for the man you once loathed melts and in this moment it feels like you two are the only ones in the world. He pulls away first. You stare at him, he looks positively breathtaking now. His other hand runs a finger over your bottom lip then joins his other hand on your waist. "If you hate it please tell me to stop, and I will." You shake your head. "Please... Continue."

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His lips meet yours again this time with more passion. You wrap your arms around his neck and gently part your lips. Ayato takes this opportunity to deepen the kiss further, sliding his tongue gently into your mouth. His hands wonder about your body while he kisses you. You can't deny the sparks that follow in the wake of his touch. 

You part briefly to catch your breath and Ayato uses this as an opportunity to explore your neck. You tilt your head to the side giving him more access. He chuckles softly at your action. "So responsive." He teases against your neck. "Please keep your thoughts to yourself and keep kissin-" He bites down on your neck leaving whatever grip you had planned to die in throat and gets replaced with a soft moan. He lavishes the bite with his tongue and you're positive that's gonna be a mark you'll have to cover tomorrow morning. He tugs at the corner of your kimono staring into your eyes asking for silent permission to continue. 

Taking the hint you boldly slide down the shoulder of your kimono to let him continue. He smirks as continues his conquest from your neck to your newly exposed collarbones. Placing soft kisses on them while making quick work of sliding the top half of your kimono off, leaving the excess fabric to hang around your waist. The cold night air hits your skin leaving your exposed top half covered in goosebumps. Ayato reaches around to your back feeling for the clasp of your bra. "May I?" His voice comes out soft, filled with lust against the shell of your ear. "Please." You whimper.   He skillfully unclasped the bra freeing your breasts from the confines. Instinctively you cover your, your face bright red with embarrassment with another realization Kamisato Ayato, your boss, is about to see your naked body. 

Ayato wraps a warm hand around your wrist, planting a kiss on the inside of it. "If you're nervous we can stop here. If not..." His eyes wander to his bed, which is partially skewed from your vision due to the folding screen for Ayato's privacy sake. "No I want to continue... I just..." You laugh. "I don't want this to affect my job you know?" Ayato chuckles back. "I promise you it won't." You blush slowly unfolding your arms. "In that case..." He smiles, that's all the permission he needs and in one swift motion stands up and hoists your half clothes body over his shoulder, like you weighed nothing. 

He takes a few steps and throws you on to his bed, one you've made many times before and one you'll probably have to make again after this. He takes advantage of you getting comfortable to take off his top. You're once again faced with Ayato's bare torso, this time you are able to ogle at it as much as you'd like. "You're staring again." He says with a smug expression, climbing on the bed now towering over you. "Am I not allowed to My Lord?" You quip back. 

He raises an eyebrow and then you see that expression on him that you used to loathe, that sadistic smile. "I suppose I'll allow it tonight. I'll even do you one better." He once again grabs your wrists, this time places your hands on his bare chest, abs, shoulders. But Ayato being Ayato was in control of your movements Giving you the satisfaction of feeling his smooth skin but not giving you control to do so as you please. "Ayato..." You whine. He just laughs before releasing your hands and leans back down to kiss you again. 

While kissing you his hands wander to your breasts giving them a little squeeze. You can feel him smile in the kiss when you let out a small moan. "Sensitive?" He asks. You nod in response, worried your words will betray you. His kiss trails back down your neck to your breasts this time. Taking a nipple in his mouth and biting and suckling on it you can help but cover your mouth and whine in pleasure. He takes his other hand and messages the other breast pinching your other nipple occasionally. 

Your core was practically aching for friction at this point you wiggle your hips. Ayato's attention shifts again. "How cute.. Someone's needy." He says after releasing your breast from his mouth. He shifts his attention to untie your obi to get the rest of your pesky kimono out of the way. When he does you catch a glimpse of the sizable bulge in his pants. "I could say the same for you." You tease. "Can you blame me?" He responds as you lift your hips so you can let him discard your kimono on the floor. "Besides, your one to comment when your panties have a wet spot." He states bluntly as he slides off the bed dragging you by the hips to set you at the side of the bed. 

Ayato plays with the waistband of your panties eyes once again meeting your asking for silent permission to go on. As if you would stop him now. He must take your silence for reassurance because he drags your panties down your hips and discards them somewhere with your kimono. He parts your legs and spreads your pussy open. "You're soaked..." He sounds breathless as he stares at your glistening hole. "Don't stare!" You protest as you attempt to close your legs, admittedly flustered. Ayato, of course, overpowers you by keeping you legs spread and plants a firm's kiss on your clit. 

He takes his time eating you out. Making sure to tease all the spots he gets a good reaction out of you. Your grip on the beds' silken sheets will tear somehow. Ayato looks up at you making eye contact with you before sucking on you clit particularly hard. You almost cum right there. After a one more delicate kiss on your core he brings his fingers up to your mouth. "Suck on these for me please." He says. Instinctively you take his fingers in your mouth. The flush across his face as you tease the tips of his fingers is something you'll definitely be thinking about later. 

Once Ayato decides you've soaked his fingers enough he gently pulls them from your mouth. You let out a whine and Ayato takes the opportunity to spread your legs a bit wider. "Oral fixation... Good to know." He teases. Taking his now wet fingers he gently prods at your damp fold locking eyes with you as he slowly inserts a finger into you. You bring a hand out to cover the guttural moan that spills from your mouth. 

Ayato looks up at you, eyes boring into yours. "You better keep your voice down, we don't want the entire estate to know I'm giving my 'disobedient maid' a punishment. " He winks, and you click your tongue at him. Ayato quickly slides another finger into your hole before you can come up with something to throw back at him. 

Ayato scissors his fingers, opening you up for him. You feel close, that all too familiar high. "C.. close" is the only thing you can muster without being too loud, you were just so sensitive. He smiles sinisterly at you, rudely ripping his finger from your aching core. "Not yet, I want you to cum with me inside you." He bashfully explains. To think Kamisato Ayato is blushing, you still honestly can't tell if this is a fever dream or not.

While in your own thoughts Ayato shed the rest of clothing and you finally get to see his cock. It's definitely not going to fit... He's going to split you in half. You move to get off the bed to 'return the favor' but Ayato stops you. "Next time... I need you right now." Pushing you back down on the bed he grabs some oil stashed under his bed and lubes up his dick. Pumping it a few times for good measure. The anticipation is gnawing at you, as he runs his length in-between your folds. 

You open your mouth to tell him to hurry up, but his lips catch yours and he inserts himself into you. Ayato takes, what would have been an earth shattering groan, from your lips as he lets you adjust to his size. Pinning your arms above your head he peppers your face with kisses as your pain slowly morphs into pleasure. Eventually the pain stops and you relish in the feeling of being full, the glee of that gets old pretty fast and now all you want is Ayato to rail you into high heaven. 

You wiggle your hips as a gesture to show him you're ready and he smiles down at you. "Use your words... Ask me what you want." He's a fucking sadistic asshole. "Please?" You whine. "Please what? (Y/N), you always have something to say, why are you so shy now?" You hate him, tears of desperation fill your eyes. " Ayato please fuck me, I need you to fuck me. I can't-" You choke back a moan as Ayato slides all the way out of you and rams his dick back into you.  He buries his face into your neck. "Good girl." He praises before leaving yet another hickey you'll have to cover later. 

He sets a steady pace snapping his hips into yours. You can only imagine how fucked out you look right now. Ayato looks like an Archon himself above you, his furrowed brow and the sweat glistening on his forehead. To think you hated this man a few hours ago... Now look at you, completely at his mercy. The soft grunts he lets out next to your ear you wish to engrave in your memories forever. 

Ayato hits that spot inside you that makes your vision blur and you can't suppress the whine that spills out this time. "Ther..Fuck...There!" Ayato hones into that spot, causing you to fall over the edge. He gently thrusts in and out of you helping you ride out your orgasm. With the combination of your soft whines and how tight your climax made you, he pulls out and comes all over your stomach. 

With no strength left Ayato collapses, gently, onto you. "Noooo" you whine weakling. " My stomach is a mess now you're messy too." "I'll call for a maid to bring me a towel." You smack him and he laughs, rolling off you. He pushes himself up off the bed and grabs a small towel from a drawer. Gently tending to your cum covered stomach before attending to himself. You curl up on his bed, as you watch him as he grabs your clothes along with his. "So next time huh?" You smirk. "Pardon?" He freezes for a moment. "I owe you one, so you know... This doesn't have to be a one time thing." He clears his throat. "I wouldn't be opposed to that, I suppose."

 You push yourself up to grab your clothes from him but immediately regret it as every muscle in your body refuses to cooperate with you. You fall back on the bed Ayato chuckles softly. "Rest for a bit before leaving... Leaving too hastily will definitely cause more suspicion than leaving now anyway... " He lays back down on the bed pulling your body into his. "I didn't take you for a cuddler My Lord." You joke, followed by a yawn. He laughs, stroking your back just as softly as he did when you were crying. "Rest for a bit. I promise I'll wake you up in a bit." You nod sleepily into his chest. "Just for a bit is fine." You mumble before drifting off to sleep in Ayato's arms.

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OH MY GOD I FINISHED IT HAHAHAHA GET ABSOLUTELY FUCKED PAST ME. If you read all of this I both sincerely apologize and thank you for reading my self serving fic. I hope you enjoyed it even a tiny bit.

[inoreuct]

ZOSAN POLICEMAN/CYBORG SIDEKICK AU

inspired by me talking to reg after work and thinking about sanji fighting after a full shift at the baratie and then saying he must have heels of steel. lesgo.

zoro’s a police officer because of course he is. his lifestyle’s insanely militaristic and according to luffy, insanely mundane; he goes to bed at eight every night and has been wearing the same three white t-shirts for the past ten years. don’t even start about his socks— most of them are more hole than fabric. he has more emotional attachment to those things that a ballerina to her toe pads.

he has a pretty high position in the police force and his underlings are constantly trying to get him out to dinner or the bar, and he always says NO. he has to hit the gym. or go for a run. or go to kendo practice. that 1st dan rank of his doesn’t maintain itself.

anyway something big goes down that has the whole department up in a frenzy and zoro’s put in charge of it; he’s fully ready to take on the case and the investigations. chasing down crooks and pulling corrupt happenings into the light is his specialty. he gets the job done because he never changes his methods and he works just fine alone.

enter stage right: blackleg sanji.

blond. brilliant. beautiful. he’s a disarming smile and luscious golden hair wrapped up in a pretty silvery bow before you realise he could actually. like. strangle you with the ribbon. he could literally break more than half the bones in your body without breaking a sweat and then meet his friends for dinner after.

he got his namesake from the parts of him that aren’t quite human; everything below mid-thigh is reinforced carbon-fibre, sleek and dark gray. his veins are wires, his muscles pistons— there are knives hidden in his heels and there’s a gun in his right kneecap with a flamethrower in the other. he’s proficient in muay thai, savate, and kickboxing. he’s a badass. end of story.

judge, his biological father, is a high-ranking government official/scientist in charge of a military project called GERMA66. he mechanically engineered his children into the perfect supersoldiers by quite literally brainwashing and rebuilding them. think bucky barnes in the winter soldier, but more fucked up because these are his KIDS.

in any case. sora makes fucking sure that she plays a big enough part in sanji’s upbringing that he fights the mental conditioning and manages to get away before judge does everything he had planned. zeff takes him in, raises this snot-nosed little kid in the back of his restaurant for eleven years, and every part of sanji that counts takes after zeff and his mother.

(zeff’s also friends with garp, who happens to be luffy’s grandfather, and luffy happens to be zoro’s best friend and routine patrol buddy. small world.)

judge managed to make it so the mechanical enhancements would grow with the kids, so sanji doesn’t really need any adjustments. that doesn’t mean he didn’t get a little squeaky here and there, though, and zeff’s touch-ups with engine oil in the middle of the night can really only help so much.

and then he meets usopp, and then franky. they’re mechanics (technically) and mad geniuses (definitely) and they fix him right up. usopp’s the one who makes sure all his fuel and stuff is chemically optimal, and franky reinforces his hip with titanium to help his body withstand the sheer torque of his kicks. the grandma jokes are ENDLESS.

in any case, judge finds him. yeah. and sanji gets assigned to (read: forced to help) zoro and the mutual dislike/disdain/animosity is IMMEDIATE.

zoro thinks sanji’s a contrary asshole who starts fights for the sake of fighting. sanji thinks zoro’s just another law enforcer prick in cahoots with judge. they go on their first stakeout and almost get busted because they can’t stop biting and snipping at each other, but zoro gets grazed by a bullet in a shootout and that night they both sit a little quieter than they’re used to.

their bond forms slowly. they resist it at first but it’s just so easy to fall into step with one another, taking turns with offence and defence, trusting the other to fill whatever gaps in their attacks one of them alone can’t handle. they don’t bicker to intentionally hurt anymore— it’s more quips and harmless snark than anything. sanji cooks for the both of them and makes sure they don’t get malnourished while they’re off chasing baddies, and zoro helps him realign all the finicky little parts in his legs that aren’t big enough of a problem to warrant paying franky a visit. they’re good together, and it’s comfortable. they’re comfortable.

and then they realise that there’s something much bigger going on.

zoro’s feeling more and more uneasy as they unspool the thread of lies and motives because it’s starting to feel like the people they catch and bring in are being… targeted. like someone wants them out of the way.

he brings it up to sanji and the blond freezes. brushes it off like he hadn’t since the beginning and goes right on to talking about the next suspect on their list. a tiny voice at the back of zoro’s head tells him that something’s not right, but he brushes it aside for the time being and focuses on planning with sanji.

the feeling gets worse.

it all blows up one night when they’re having dinner in sanji’s apartment, and zoro’s staring at the plate of spinach pesto linguine in front of him with his fist clenched around his fork.

“what?” sanji laughs, scrubbing at the frying pan in the sink. “looking a bit too much like your hair?”

zoro swallows. “what’s going on?”

the air thickens, and zoro’s breath is shallow as sanji turns around. “what do you mean?”

“you know what i mean.” the blond’s been bitter lately, too much like how he’d been when they'd first met. it brings out something fiercely protective in zoro, underneath that initial glaze of anger, because he knows sanji well enough at this point to know when the other man’s being avoidant and not just secretive. sanji’s afraid of something and he’s running from it. there’s resentment in the way his spine curls, and it’s sour on zoro’s tongue because he knows it’s most likely directed at sanji himself.

sanji’s throat bobs as he turns away again, turning the tap on, but zoro doesn’t let up. “they’re innocent,” he continues, voice low. “they’re innocent and you know it. these people are being framed—”

“we don’t know that,” sanji interrupts.

“—we know,” zoro says fiercely. “you know it, curls, so what are you getting up to?”

the other man stays turned away, washing and drying calmly. the gears in his legs whirr as he shifts his weight.

“sanji.” zoro stands up and rounds the island, fingertips dragging over the countertop. “you know these people aren’t doing anything wrong and you’re still taking them in. tell me what’s going on.”

sanji takes a measured breath and tilts his head, before pushing out a short, “can’t.”

zoro can feel himself getting angry. it’s heat at the base of his skull, the back of his neck, the itch to grab his partner (they’re partners, now. what a thought.) by the shoulders and shake until he comes to his senses. sanji is kind. if zoro is sure of anything at all he’s sure of that. sanji is kind and he will fight to the fucking death to make sure justice is served with fairness, and this is how zoro knows that something is wrong.

WE NEED A PART 2 I HIT THE CHARACTER LIMIT

(part 2)

[silverskye13]

as someone who dreamed to be a knight as a child, it's unwise of me to be reading Redstone and Skulk. i can already feel my discarded moral code returning to me. i have been thinking of going to the gym and taking up Kendo practice again. Skye, when i get you, skye when i get you 🫵 /lh

Do it anon. I dream of the day you challenge me to a duel, after long hours of training and self fulfillment and I lay my sword before you and ask, "Was it worth it? Did you fill your time well? Every ounce of joy in your progress was my joy for you. Every moment of victory was a moment of victory I applauded you. Every time you thought yourself silly because of the source of your inspiration, know I wrote 1000 words hoping it inspired you. Every time you wanted to quit, or were tired, or felt lost, I was throwing a blanket around your shoulders and demanding you rest."

I mean, speaking honestly and plainly here, I started drawing because I thought dragons were cool. I kept drawing because edgy wolf comics online were popular when I was a kid, and I wanted to make The Edgiest Sparkledog OC, and put it in a comic with me and my friends, who were all also dogs. I started writing because my sister and I were bored on summer afternoons and wanted to one-up each other on who could write the craziest blatant ripoff of Eragon and Twilight, a tradition that passed on into long RP notebooks with my highschool best friend, and text stories that were so long, my phone provider literally laughed at my Dad when he considered taking off our unlimited text plan.

Is it inherently silly to start learning swords because you read a fanfic? Yes. But it was also silly when a cave painter first put their kid on their shoulders to throw handprints on a wall. They didn't do that to be profound, or to leave a thousand ripples, or for scientists to wonder how historically significant it was. They did it because they had paint and hands, and it was a source of joy.

Go take Kendo because you read a silly, barely canon adjacent fanfic online about some silly little guys. Go relive your childhood hyperfix on knighthood. The world will be richer for it, and so will you, and that's all that matters at the end of the day.

Also if you don't, Helsknight will call you a wuss. [He won't really, but he'll think it really loud. Go learn kendo and kick his ass about it anon.]

[7ndipity]

Nope nope if anyone survives it's Yoongi. He's got all the life skills from sewing to building a fucking house and he'll probably make the best use of every resources left. Also he's so damn pale the zombies would think he's already dead and leave him alone.

Lol, Yoongi’s actually second most likely to survive in my mind! You know what? I’m gonna make a quick list, just to clarify-

MtL Survive a Zombie Apocalypse

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Most

Jungkook

Yoongi

Jimin

Jin

Namjoon

Taehyung

Hobi

Least

Jungkook - Yoongi: Jk’s already been discussed here and here, but Yoongi’s tied for a close second, for similar reasons as the anon above said.

Jimin: He’s surprisingly strong and very quick on his feet, as well as being very resourceful. Plus, he trained in Kendo(and Taekwondo) for like 8 years, which would be very useful in multiple ways. I feel like he would get taken out though for similar reasons as Jk, most likely from trying to save someone else.

Jin - Namjoon: these two are very close in ranking. Jin gets a higher ranking due to his practical knowledge and, but Idk know abt his endurance level. Joon would have some advantage with his strength and speed, but he would definitely need to team w someone like Jin or Yoongi so he doesn’t accidentally poison himself or smth.

Tae - Hobi: My poor boys, I’m sorry but I’ve said it before; they’re like the first to die in every horror movie.😭 I think Tae might make it a bit longer than Hobi, but not by much.

Taglist: @sopebubbles-replies @btsw1fe @this-must-be-my-tardis @whitefoxgirl @bethanysnow @coffeedepressionsoup @main-bangtansmauyeondan @feminympho @a-gayish-unicorn @dfqcsqueen @mother2monsters @captainorangegoose @k4ngelz

[multi-fandom-things730]

Past Mistakes

Christian Cage x Reader

Summary: Y/N debuts in AEW with her brother Adam Copeland, and is reunited with a face from her past.

Warnings: CHRISTIAN CAGE, angst, violence, fights, cussing, arguing, a whole lot of drama

A/N: I PROMISE I AM NOT A CHRISTIAN GIRLIE. This is for @madhatterbri 😂😅❤️ I hope you love it!!!!!!!!!🥰💛✨

"Are you sure you're ready to see him?"

Y/N let out a nervous laugh, before shaking her head. "No, I'm not. But I'm gonna do it anyway"

Adam Copeland, her brother, sent her a sympathetic smile and pulled her into a side hug. "Then let's get going"

Y/N laughed as she sat down in the muscle car Adam had rented. It was very dramatic, which was perfect for her brother.

Adam slammed on the gas with a childish laugh as they headed towards the arena housing Wrestledream.

Y/N's mind wandered as she watched the city pass by so quickly in a blur.

That's how she would describe her relationship with Christian too. It went by too quickly, and felt like a blur.

A blur of so many different emotions.

Heartbreak, anger, sadness; but also a lot of love and happiness.

Almost enough love to outweigh the pain.

They had always been together, practically inseparable, while both working for WWE.

But when he decided not to renew his contract, he also decided to leave Y/N.

He said he didn't believe a long-distance relationship would be able to work, and that he needed to put his focus solely on his career.

Just like that, it was like all those years didn't matter to him at all. He didn't even attempt to try; attempt to fight for them.

Y/N was really sad for a really long time. She wholeheartedly believed that Christian would be the man she grew old with.

The entire picture she had painted for her future, their future, was set aflame by Christian's own damn selfishness.

And when she came to that realization she wasn't sad anymore; she was just pissed off.

But now years later, once faced with seeing him again, she felt just like she did on the day he left.

She felt weak and vulnerable.

But she'd never let it show. As she walked into the building with her brother at her side, you'd think she was the most confident woman in the city.

As they got to the guerrilla, they heard the video end, and Adam gave his sister one last squeeze on the shoulder before his music hit and he ran out.

Y/N smiled as she heard the fans losing their minds over Adam's debut. And when she looked at a monitor she couldn't help but laugh at how excited her brother was too.

But as Christian retreated, and ran away to what he thought was the safety of the ramp, another song hit.

And that one made him feel sick to his stomach.

He barely brought himself to turn around before she was walking out with the same smile he fell in love with plastered on her face.

He was glad she got the pop from the fans she deserved, and he was glad that she looked happy.

However, he was not thrilled about her signature kendo stick she was carrying out with her.

But when Luchasauras passed him, and started to approach Y/N, he felt an all too familiar sense of protectiveness wash over him.

"Luchasauras! No!" He demanded.

But when Luchasauras tried to take the kendo stick from Y/N, Christian was reminded of why she never really needed his protection.

She cracked Luchasauras right in the ribs and made him stumble backward, gripping his side in pain. And then Y/N raised the kendo stick all the way up before slamming it down onto his back. Luchasauras fell to the ground, and Christian couldn't help but be proud of her for being able to take Luchasauras down.

Y/N finally looked over at Christian, and was surprised to see him just standing still in shock. She thought he'd be livid, and screaming and yelling.

But she just brushed past him and made her way to join her brother in the ring.

Adam was staring Christian down, while Christian was still frozen in place.

Y/N took her place to her brother's side, and rested her kendo stick on her shoulder with a taunting smirk as she stared down Luchasauras.

Y/N caught Christian's gaze again, and exactly what she was afraid of happened.

He looked so sad, and she could feel all the walls she had worked so hard to build begin to crumble.

So she forced herself to look away from him, and turned to shake hands with Sting and Darby.

But she could still feel Christian's eyes on her, and little did she know it was only the beginning of that.

"Y/N?"

The woman in question froze in place when she heard Christian say her name.

She cursed herself in her head; she was so close to the locker room. Why hadn't she walked just a little faster?

"Y/N, just talk to me for one second" Christian said, and grabbed her arm to turn her to face him.

The two stared at each other for a moment, and in those few seconds, they felt like nothing had changed. They felt like they did all those years ago.

Y/N tore her eyes away from his and looked at the wall. How the hell had these stupid feelings not gone away yet?! After everything that happened, they should be long gone.

"What do you want Christian?" Y/N asked.

"To talk to you" he answers, giving her arm a light squeeze.

Y/N yanked her arm away from him and took a few steps back. "I have nothing to say to you"

"But I have a lot to say to you" Christian replies. "I know we didn't end on good terms but-"

"Not on good terms?!" Y/N exclaims incredulously. "Is that what you've told yourself all these years to make yourself feel better?! You told me, and I quote, that you had way more important things to focus on than our relationship"

"Fine, I know I'm a jerk Y/N" Christian relents. "But you always knew it too. I never hid it"

Y/N scoffs. "You're right. I did know it. I was stupid enough to give you a chance before, and you let me down. So now, I'm not gonna let you do it again"

"I know there's a lot I need to do to show you that I'm sorry. But just think about how amazing it would be if you joined me! We would dominate this entire company"

Y/N lets out a humorless laugh. "Glad to know you always have an ulterior motive behind everything. Even apologizing to me"

"I know you Y/N" Christian insists. "You may come across as Adam's sweet little sister, but we both know that you have a mean streak inside of you. You like to be on top, and we all know that no one could beat you and me"

Y/N quirks an eyebrow. "Just you and me?"

"Obviously" Christian smirks. "You think I give a damn about anyone but myself and you? Absolutely not. But it's nice to have a.. layer of protection"

"Nick and Luchasauras?" Y/N asks.

"Of course" Christian answers.

Y/N has to stop and think for a moment. She loves her brother very much, and respects Sting and Darby. But Christian did always know her best, and it's true that she indeed likes to be the best.

"You've never let that side out of you before, don't you think it's time? Isn't it time to take what you want instead of waiting patiently? Adam's gone soft, and we both know it. He's a rule follower now. But we both know that neither you nor I am"

"You don't know me anymore" Y/N breathes out.

But Christian just takes a step towards Y/N, and grabs her waist before pulling her against him.

He rests his forehead against hers, and Y/N makes no move to stop him as she places her hands on his shoulders.

"Don't I? I think I know you better than anyone else here" Christian says, looking right into her eyes.

Y/N stares at him, before letting a smirk of her own grow on her face. "You do know I don't forgive you yet, right?"

"You will soon" Christian smirks.

With that, Y/N brushes her lips against his, but right when Christian closes his eyes and leans in, she pulls away from him. "You wish it was that easy"

Christian couldn't help but chuckle as she walked away from him, because he knew that she'd accept. And he knew that the entire roster would be in danger once she did.

[gallusrostromegalus]

Who has the best relationship with their zanpakutou? Who has the worst? Does anyone have a Beyond Friendship relationship? As in not only romantic or sexual, but something more sibling-like, or perhaps parental in either direction?

Hmmm... I wouldn't have a "best" relationship because there's many, many ways to do a relationship right, but definitely the worst is Mayuri, because Jizo is his parole officer that he kidnapped when he broke out of Hell and BOY HOWDY DOES THAT COME TO BITE HIM IN THE ASS.

As for "beyond friendship", most of them are in the sense that once you've fought and nearly died with someone by your side, "friends" is quite the right description. But to cite a few examples:

Yamamoto and Ryujin Jakka straddle the line between D&D warlock, and D&D paladin - Ryujin chose Yamamoto, amd for a long, long time Yamamoto did not understand WHY. Things got better and worse when he finally grokked why the spirit of change wanted to be wielded by the guy to whom the responsibility of founding civilization.

Rangiku Matsumoto is a strange and very private woman despite the act she puts on, and Haineko is one of exactly two people in the whole world who really understands her. On the other hand, nobody can piss you off quite like someone who really, truly knows you.

Probably the closest relationship is between Unohana and Minazuki. They've been partners for over a millennium, they laid waste to many enemies together, nearly died together several times, went to medical school together and even shared lovers. Where Unohana's soul ends and Minazuki's begins is... Unclear. There are days when they wake up and it's Minazuki weilding their body and Unohana in the scabbard, as it were. This is largely a non-issue; Minazuki is a doctor too.

Hyorinmaru is practically the Deuteronomy of zanpaktou- he's an ancient sword who has had many wielders. It's a lot of pressure for Toshiro, but hyorinmaru also has a lot of practice at this, and the relationship between them is not unlike a doting grandfather and his beloved and dutiful grandson.

Suzembachi is Soi Fon's Emotional Support Giant Murder Hornet and BY GOD the girl needs all the help she can get.

It took FOREVER to figure out what the hell was going on with Kenpachi, because while theoretically possible, it hadn't actually happened before- Zaraki Kenpachi is a Tsukumogami that died in the living world, and reincarnated as a human in spirit world.

SPECIFICALLY, he was a Holy Sword that had been around for 500 years* seen much battle and developed a revered soul before [REDACTED] and he asked to be ritually destroyed. He reincarnated in the spirit world in the best of one of the Great Eagles, but fortunately for him, all birds are a little bit stupid even if they're also technically Gods, and since the infant was the same size, shape and furiously screaming as he chicks, She Who Rules The Sky decided to just start shoving meat into his mouth too. Sometime after he grew up and his sisters had fleged, he left the nest to travel and hang out with his fellow humans, and eventually decided to give himself a name and raise a daughter, as humans do. They wandered around for many years as humans do, until circumstances resulted in his violent arrival to the court guard.

While off, none of this specifically worried Yamamoto until hyorinmaru was talking to him one day.

"...what do you think Zaraki is becoming?" The dragon asked him one afternoon while they watched Toshiro practice spar with Sasikibe.

"Becoming?" Yamamoto shrugged. "With the damn central 46 banning him from learning Kendo, he's becoming a Damn Nuisance."

Hyorinmaru sighs, a noise like a dam threatening to fail. "You did not notice? Zaraki has spent 500 years as a sword, 500 as an eagle or suchlike beast, and after he named himself and Yachiru, he spent 500 years as a man. And THEN he turned up here."

"I suppose, what of it?" Yamamoto shrugged, watching Toshiro's footing.

"With all due respect to the wielder of fire, when I was a worm, I spent 500 years on land, and then 500 years at sea, and then *I* became a DRAGON, sir." Hyorinmaru explained.

Yamamoto did not actually move, but he was no longer watching the boy.

"-with 500 years each as object, animal and man, Kenpachi surely has become SOMETHING. What is running lose through your court guard, I wonder?"

[zuffer-weird-girl]

Hello! I have a funny request, what if one of Kai’s(Overhaul’s) subordinates walked in on him and y/n doing the…devils tango?

(Also you don’t have to write this topic if your uncomfortable)

Who the fuck does he think he is?! Some kind of God?!

Those were the only words that practically echoed inside Kendo Rappa's head as he huffed and stomped over the halls much like a feral animal.

Usually no one would care about the male's behavior or mood since practically Rappa was an ass most of the times. But apparently the source of his anger was once again Overhaul.

Much like any other day, Rappa demanded a match out of the dark haired male and again lost... miserably. It didn't even lasted one minute since Chisaki seemed kind of like in a hurry for something, and that pissed of Rappa even more.

It pissed him off so much that he was leaving the underground of the house to track Overhaul again to demand a proper rematch, since the asshole wasn't even looking at him when he had the nerves to kill him... again.

"Rappa, I always say how stupid you are, but have you lost your God damn mind?" It was so rare for Tengai to use those kinds of words that even Rappa stopped a bit to actually listen to the more rational and calm man "Master Overhaul already had a rematch with you today, just let it be-"

"The hell he didn't." He growled "The fucker wouldn't even let me finish my sentence and was already using his damn quirk on me, that ain't even a fight! And that asshole just left like nothing happened."

"I consider you more than a idiot then" Tengai hissed as both got up to the main floor, Rappa almost stomping his feet on his way to Overhaul's usual office.

He was so out of it that he didn't even listened to hushed groans and moans....

"LISTEN HERE YOU DAMN FU-" the man almost kicked the door open but soon shut his mouth pretty quick at the scene displayed in front of him.

His "boss" with his back turned towards, neck visible and filled with hickeys, gloves and shirt no where to be seen, scratches all over his back like he was attacked by some cat, it could be seen thanks by the light of room how sweaty, yes, the mysophobic sweating, he was... at least he had his pants on.. he thought... while you, overhaul's partner, sat on the the desk with legs wrapped tightly on Chisaki's waist and nails almost piercing through the male's flesh, your face was flushed and lips parted, eyes wide open in horror shock as you locked gazes with Rappa, hips immediately stopping from meeting with Chisaki as you shrieked.

Oh... and to Rappa's even more embarrassment.. you had your shirt on the damn floor.

"Fuck." He could only mutter that, he could feel his own cheeks almost burning up at the lewd scene in front of him.. clearly he caught his boss fucking.

But soon his embarrassment was changed to fear. Deep fear.

Overhaul immediately stopped moving, slowly moving his arm far enough to grab his shirt to cover your modesty... until he only turned one side of his face towards Rappa... it was one of the most terrifying death stares Kendo had ever saw on his God damn life. It seemed like all the light was drained out of Chisaki's face as his one eye almost sended the poor subordinate to a place worst than hell.

That side glare was enough to leave Rappa a shivering mess before he slammed the door close and got his ass out of there before he could be killed more than twice that day.

.

.

.

"Rappa, where the fuck were you these past two days?!" Mimic yelled at the man as Rappa groaned.

"Trying not to die."

"What?" Mimic arched an eyebrow before Rappa sat down with a heavy sigh and a hand covering half of his face before he put his mask on

"... I walked in when Overhoe was in the middle of a fuck." Rappa muttered which left Mimic widening his and shrieked. "Shut up. I didn't come here for two days in hopes he would calm down enough to not torture me."

"Shit man, sorry but I think that won't happen." Mimic spoke while patting Rappa's back

"Why?"

"Because for these past two days overhaul has been wanting to... talk... with you. And he still wants to..."

"Shit."

Soon a door slammed open while both man jumped at the sudden sound, Rappa could only gulp thick air when he heard (Y/n)'s begging for him to calm down.

Kai was now glaring at him the same way he did two days ago, now with a mask but he swore he could see at least three veins popping on Overhaul's head.

"Rappa." Was the only growl that left Chisaki's mouth before blood was spilled once again in the whole room.

He really should have stayed with his mouth shut that day....

[saionjeans]

anthy and saionji both have long wavy hair, but anthy mostly keeps it pinned up and saionji mostly lets it loose, and they have have inverse hair and eye color schemes. the colors of purple and green operate symbolically within utena in a far less immediately noticeable way than the colors of white, red, or yellow, but they nonetheless perform a necessary symbolic function within the narrative.

we are told in ep 13 ("tracing a path") that the "green duels" (ie, utena's first two duels against saionji) represent "amitié" and "choix" (friendship and choice), while the duel called "révolution" is dark purple. in her initial duels, utena fights for friendship (for wakaba), and then makes the active choice to win so as to keep anthy from saionji's clutches. but "raison," "amour," and "adoration" don't follow this pattern. miki is the one who fights out of "reason," juri is the one who fights out of love, and nanami is the one who fights out of adoration (for touga). you could of course also argue that utena mirrors their desires in various ways: like miki, utena thinks that her desire to participate in the duels is logical rather than driven by ego; like juri, utena is a closeted lesbian who fights for an idealized love object; and like nanami, utena fights out of adoration for her prince. but they are more superficially describing miki, juri, and nanami’s motivations than utena’s. moreover, utena's fights against touga, "conviction" and "soi," go back to primarily representing utena's emotions and motivations for fighting. and finally, the duel called revolution is, of course, not only utena's revolution, but, arguably more importantly, anthy's.

thus, reading these labeled ascribed to color symbolism is not as simple as attributing them 1:1 to different ideas. after all, red is an extremely prevalent color in utena, and reducing it simply to "conviction" and "soi" as akio does is willfully playing into his game of ignoring its significance as it functions as the color of [sexual] violence, among other things. the definitions of symbols we are presented with are not simply what the symbols "mean," but rather what the frame is indicating, and often obfuscating, and the onus is on us as viewers not simply to "decode" certain symbols present, but also to interpret and actively complicate them.

when it comes to saionji's duels, i think you can read these labels both ways; both as utena fighting for wakaba and then for anthy, but also as saionji choosing to fight due to his own complicated friendship. his sunlit garden is, after all, his memories with touga, and his primary motivator and desire for "eternity" is his infinitely complicated desire to both surpass touga – beating him in a duel, acquiring the power he believes touga to already possess, etc. – and regress to a simpler point in their childhoods, which is why he also just refuses to let touga go despite actively loathing the person touga has become.

his hair is green and eminently noticeable, both because it is genuinely beautiful, and also because he basically only ever ties it up when practicing kendo. kendo is when he is most in his element (arguably the only times he is ever in his element and not painfully awkward and cringeworthy), and is also the one thing he actually has that proves that he is superior to touga in some concrete way. but in his student council uniform, he keeps his hair long and loose, like an open wound bleeding out everywhere.

anthy, on the other hand, keeps her long, beautiful, purple hair tied up, and only ever lets it down in her most intimate and vulnerable moments. unlike saionji, who is a pathetic open book, anthy never wears her heart on her sleeve (she claims she doesn't even have a heart). she is always guarded. when she lets her hair down, she looks like an entirely different person. she looks far younger, far more girlish. akio exploits that youth and vulnerability, while utena connects with it as her peer who feels empathy and compassion for her friend's suffering. anthy's purple hair signifies revolution both in the sense that as the rose bride and an "extension" of akio, she perpetuates the infinite cycle of futile stasis, and in the sense that she ultimately does emerge from her coffin and leaves ohtori behind.

so why are her eyes green, and saionji's eyes purple? this inversion is deliberate, of course. to be reductive, anthy has the eyes of "friendship and choice," and saionji has the eyes of "revolution." if hair represents how characters are perceived and interpreted by the gaze of the other, then eyes represent the character's internal gaze projected outwards — or more simply, their worldview. anthy's purple signifies both the coffin as eternal prison and its revolutionary potential upon leaving it. who is most insistent that we must leave our coffins prepared for us by end of the world? and who is given the opportunity to egress through expulsion, but also finds that even as he wishes to escape his coffin, something keeps him miserably moored in ohtori, even as he resists its thrall?

saionji is the character most vocally outspoken against the system, and not only the system of fighting to possess a girl, which is obviously, gratuitously objectionable, but the very premise of ohtori in itself, the system of school as coffin. but he is also the first character we are introduced to who participates in it, and he subscribes to anthy's abuse and exploitation wholeheartedly, almost demonically. even those within ohtori's walls can condemn saionji's blatant, uncouth mode of abuse; unlike the covert and obscured sexual violence permeating ohtori's hallowed halls, saionji's physical violence cannot be obfuscated, and it makes him a target of punishment through satisfying humiliation. everyone enjoys schadenfreude at the expense of a violent misogynist. meanwhile, touga is equally as pathetic and humiliating if not more so, but his methods of violence are less obvious, and due to wholly subscribing to the narrative (ie, akio) and operating within that frame, he cannot be made an object of ridicule as saionji is. saionji is both ridiculed because it is funny to watch a perpetrator of domestic abuse get turned into a monkey, and because his cogent insights must be undermined through mockery within the confines of a narrative he actively attempts to resist.

anthy, on the other hand has green eyes, as does akio. anthy's sunlit garden, if you can even call it that, was her memories of dios as prince. such a memory is only depicted through the falsity of theatrical shadows, an illusion projected onto the literal stage quite like the illusions akio projects across his entire domain. we are then given insight into a "truer" memory (still nonetheless complicated by anachronistic signifiers and the haze of allegory and illusion). but, we are told, anthy made the choice to sacrifice herself for dios. she bore all the pain and suffering of humanity's hatred for years out of love for her brother. what is utena if not a show about friendship and choice? who is anthy if not a young, scared girl who loved too deeply and paid the ultimate price for it?

utena wants to be dios, but touga wants to be akio. anthy attaches herself to dios-as-akio, and saionji attaches himself to touga-as-akio. "you remind me so much of dios when i loved him." the memory of a person you once truly loved, taking on a completely different name in memoriam of that past version, trapped in the perfect stasis of memory, the sunlit garden of the mind, that will never go to seed. the touga of nanami's memories, the touga of saionji's memories, and the touga of the present, are three different people, functionally speaking (and this isn't even getting into the touga of utena's memories in adolescence). just as anthy resents the akio of the present who conflicts with her ideals of dios in the past, saionji attaches himself to a memory of touga, doing everything in his power not only to break free of his own coffin, but to help touga escape his. if anthy fears that utena becoming dios will result in her turning into akio proper, saionji's fear is even more potent, as touga is already in the process of becoming akio, and there is seemingly nothing left to do but become his rose bride.

there is also the obvious fact that, while a distinctly different shade, ohtori school uniforms, especially the boys' uniforms, are largely green. and saionji's kendo outfit is partially purple (albeit a lighter purple than anthy's hair) and partially black (like utena’s shirt). akio/anthy's green eyes can thus be read as their entrenched roles within the walls of ohtori, while saionji's purple hakama when he a) is situated in his element (kendo) and b) says "no matter how you may be abused, you're always happy to be near the one you love" (for which he is immediately dismissed) may signify his latent "princeliness," both as he participates in the system of exploitation and abuse, and as he attempts to resist it.

ultimately, saionji and anthy's inverse color scheme constitutes merely one facet of a much larger tapestry of color symbolism, which could be analyzed endlessly, and lies far beyond the scope of this single post. i merely wanted to draw attention to anthy and saionji's roles not only as visual foils, but also as thematic complements. two coffin-dwellers, trapped in a system that explicitly harms them and harming others in the process (including each other). two sides of the same rose bride paradox. two self-destructive cynics. two idealists who, no matter how they may be abused, are always happy to be near the one they love.

[yingxtkm]

Modern AU FFVII Reference (Edited* bc I forgot to add close ups like the dumbass I am)

Andddd the whole gang is here, maybe I should’ve posted this first for reference LMAO

Also Sephiroth isn’t wearing a skirt, I referenced it off looser pants/modern styled hakama pants since he practices kendo/aikido in this AU. HC him preferring to wear looser clothing as a contrast to his canon skin tight leather get up haha

Thoughts on him wearing glasses? I’ve been posting versions with and without glasses but I’m too lazy to save the version without glasses for this one ✌️

[henrioo]

hello!! may I request zoro with f!reader how he left her on her hometown and comes back to visit her🥺 and they spend the rest of the day together but when the time comes to leave he finally decides to take her with him. 

Feel free to say no!! (人´3｀)⌒♡

I just fell in love with this idea, I couldn't stand it and had to write it right away! See endnotes for thanks

IMAGINE ZORO: I WILL ALWAYS COME BACK

Zoro x Reader

Synopsis: You and Zoro maintained a long-distance relationship while he pursued his dream, until eventually you got tired of waiting.

Warnings: A little drama and almost angst but it all works out in the end

Word Count: 2,7k

Notes: This basically happens at the beginning of the anime/manga, in the East Blue arc, it doesn't exactly have spoilers but it's important for you to understand when it happens. Sorry for the bad English, read as if you are a neutral/gender reader that you identify, even if the pronouns are wrong, the translator doesn't help.

You and your brother were orphans and were adopted by a retired swordsman, that's when you moved to a small village in East Blue, that's also when you met Zoro. Your father soon put your brother in kendo classes and also offered you to do the same, but unlike your relative, you had no interest in this area. His true love was exploring, the magic of discovering new places and beautiful stories to discover.

So your dad took up whatever other hobbies you had, whether it was dancing, writing, painting, or anything else that caught your eye. On the other hand, your brother continued to strive in kendo and it didn't take long to make friends, it was through him that you met Zoro, your brother's colleague. He didn't speak to you initially, only having an annoyed face when he came to ask about your brother not coming to practice, but somehow she kept showing up day after day at your house.

You were considerably friendly so you started trying to get closer, Zoro was a rough kid and not exactly the type to be kind, so it was no surprise that you ended up fighting more than actually talking. The years went by and little by little you became closer and closer, what started as a small rivalry became a friendship and well… eventually became much more. You didn't know exactly when, or why, but something changed in you, it changed the way you looked at Zoro.

Maybe it was his protective way, always making sure he took you home when you went out together. Maybe it was the way he had gotten more and more handsome, with his tanned skin, his muscles and his mature face. Maybe it was the rough but at the same time careful way, always asking if you were okay, if you were hurt, even asking about your hobbies. You didn't know exactly what made you fall in love, but you knew you were completely into that guy you met when you moved in. And no one seemed to be surprised or shocked by this.

Initially you thought it wouldn't be reciprocated, you knew that Zoro had a very strong goal and that he wouldn't give up on anything after Kuina's death, but something deep down said that you had to try. So that's what you did, you plucked up courage and confessed to him that you loved him, to your surprise he not only responded but was also embarrassed to say that he had felt that way for some time. You were so happy in that moment that you jumped into the young man's arms and knocked him to the ground, you were loved back and you couldn't hide your happiness.

Your brother and father were quick to say that they had expected this, that it was more than obvious that you would be together at some point. Although you wanted to deny it, maybe it was really true, you couldn't remember a time when you and Zoro weren't together, whether it was fighting or just eating snacks, he was always there for you. That's why her heart faltered when she heard him say those words.

"I need to go… If I want to be the strongest swordsman I need to meet people, fight, I need to… Leave my mark on the world" His eyes shone with determination and he didn't waver for a moment.

"I… I know" you admitted although your stomach was heavy, you couldn't stop him, you knew how important it was to achieve that "Take me with you! I'll help you achieve this!" You also had determination in his blood. She might not have a dream as big as her boyfriend's, but she had a need to be there and take care of him and she wouldn't be left behind.

"I can't" her eyes widened in shock at his response "If I take you and if you get hurt I… I'll never be able to forgive myself" he admitted with loathing, self loathing for being unable to guarantee his safety in that unlikely sea.

"Are you going alone?" You asked incredulously.

"I'm leaving tomorrow morning…" he said emotionlessly.

"And you're going to leave me here?!" You couldn't believe the "Are you really breaking up with me and leaving me here?!" You were now screaming with tears streaming down your face, you knew he would do everything to make his dream come true, but he didn't think you would be left behind in the process.

"No?" He snapped back in shock at your rendition "Listen here" he grabbed your hand tightly and pulled you to him, pressing your bodies together "You're mine! And nobody else's, I didn't assume I loved you just to leave you behind! I I have to go, you know that, but I promise I'll be back, so (y/n), wait for me" he pleaded with the most gentleness you've ever seen from a man.

You gave your answer by giving the man a passionate kiss while hugging him, but the next morning you woke up to your cold bed and being all alone.

It was difficult in the first few weeks, you felt unmotivated and without reason to continue a life without having Zoro with you. Your father and your brother did the best, along with all your friends to cheer you up, they took you out, to play, they listened to you and let you show all your anguish without judgment. When two months had passed you could already go out to do your chores and you didn't cry every time you went to sleep anymore, you were managing to be strong.

A little after you got used to missing him you got the news that he was coming back, he had made some money by capturing pirates and even won some battles. You couldn't be more excited about it, finally seeing Zoro was everything to you. Although the nights you spent together were everything, going weeks without hearing from him was heartbreaking, being able to meet your loved one every few months was amazing but nothing replaces the emptiness he left when he left your bed and left.

Every time Zoro came back you asked if you could go with him, you might not be the best fighter but you could make up for it with other exploration and survival skills in the wild, you would be useful! But he always denied it, saying that the sea was unpredictable and that you were safe there in the small village, something you couldn't disagree with. So you sighed deeply and agreed to stay there as long as he promised to keep coming back to you and obviously staying alive. At least you'd still have him and you couldn't afford to lose it by being a tantrum.

It didn't take long for Zoro to create a reputation as a pirate hunter, you were happy but that caused some fights between you. His security became less and less reliable and you were afraid one day he would just leave and never come back, he would try to say he was strong and none of that would happen, but you both knew he couldn't guarantee it. You tried to fight to go along, but he reasoned that if the risk was already great for him, it was twice as great for you, and although you wanted to help in the end it would just end up being a burden. Your heart hurt in that fight and you still remember how much you cried, but you really couldn't defend yourself from that, what would you help?

So when he left with a promise to come back, you decided it was time to cry! You pulled your brother, who was already a good swordsman after years of training, and demanded that he train you. Initially he denied it, just to tease you, but after you punched him and demanded that he help you get strong to follow Zoro, he happily agreed. Their father was more than happy to hear that his two sons would venture out into the world following the art of swordsmanship, needless to mention how he got emotional and weeping about children growing up too fast.

So you fought and honed as much as you could in the period you assumed Zoro would be gone, then when the months passed and the time came for him to return you waited... And waited... And waited... But he didn't come back.

Your heart was broken, you heard rumors of him joining a pirate crew and even some battle involving another swordsman, but you were far away and gossip was unreliable. So you kept your best smile and kept waiting, but as the days went by you felt more and more disappointed not to hear anything about his possible return, had he abandoned you?

"That idiot! When I see him I'm going to punch him until tomorrow!" His brother screamed walking around the house, he was extremely frustrated to see his brother abandoned by his partner like this. His sadness was already gone and now there was only doubt and anger left, were you really so weak for him to abandon you like that?

"It's all… He must… Ah… I don't know" you gave up thinking about why Zoro never came back, the more you thought the sadder you got, there was no use crying over spilled milk now.

"Hey… (y/n), it's not your fault, you know…" your brother tried to comfort you.

"I just…"

"A LETTER" Your father shouted entering the room quickly, you both looked confused and in shock without understanding anything "Zoro sent a letter!"

The mention of his name made your heart flutter through and through, you still loved him and had high hopes that he had a good reason why he didn't come back like before.

"Where?! Give it to me!" You shouted looking for the older man, he laughed happily seeing you more excited than he had in months, then handed you the piece of paper. You quickly opened it as you walked away to read it in privacy.

"(Y/n) I know it's been many months since we last met, I hope you don't think I gave up on us because of that fight. I didn't want to say you were a burden but I was scared of the idea of losing you, I thought I was weak to protect you alone and I was really right: I am weak.

A lot of things have happened in the last few months and it's not fair for me to explain everything in a simple letter, I didn't even want to write but I thought it was only fair to let you know before I came back so you would know howI'm sure I didn't give up on you. I met some people and ended up becoming a pirate, maybe you've heard the rumors but don't worry, I promise I'll explain everything to you and I admit I'm kind of excited to introduce you to them.

I'm coming back soon, I don't know when this letter will reach you but I must be close. Let's talk and I promise to let you beat me for taking so long, I love you, see you soon."

You felt the tears welling up as your legs grew weak, you hugged the letter as if it were a little piece of Zoro, a little piece of your Zoro. You sighed in relief as you felt that emotion taking over, you were right to keep hope in the man you loved, he would never give up on you and he was proving it by coming back. So there was no reason to remain sad! You needed to prepare yourself and show how strong you were now, how everything had changed! But mostly, how you were never going to let him go again.

"So, did he break up with you?" your brother asked nudging you.

"Of course no!" You laughed and started running to your room, you needed to pack soon!

"It's good to see him excited again…" his father commented happily.

It didn't take more than four days for a small ship to dock in the city's harbor, you were excited to rush out there and snatch Zoro away from whoever had kept him away for so long. But you were also angry! So you sat on the hill you two used to kiss and waited for him to come to you, which didn't take long either.

"(Y/n)..." You heard his voice and his body exploded, joy, sadness, anxiety. Everything rushed through his veins and his heart felt like it could burst with anticipation.

"Zoro…" you turned to see him, he looked a bit stronger and beaten up, confirming to you that the last few months had been difficult.

"I…" he approached you with open arms, but didn't get a chance to say anything else before you punched him in the face, knocking him to the ground in shock.

"You idiot! Idiot! You ridiculous idiot!" You threw yourself on top of him and started slapping him "You selfish! Self-absorbed! Stupid! You!" You screamed as you felt the tears running out of control, you were so happy that he had come back to you. You stopped hitting him and clung to his chest, crying as you took in that familiar, comforting scent.

"I wasn't serious when I said you could hit me" you felt his hands around you and soon you were lying on the floor and holding each other.

"You deserve so much more for leaving me for so long! You're lucky I didn't let my brother or daddy get to you… They'd tear you apart!" You said sulking.

"Of course, I don't even want to imagine" he teased knowing that his brother had never beaten him in a fight.

You looked at him smiling while admiring every detail of that face that you loved so much, he approached and gave you a small kiss.

"I'm sorry it took so long… Things didn't go as I planned" he apologized.

"Hm… I guess… But you could have sent a letter…" you mumbled.

"Yes, I should have done that" it was rare to see Zoro admitting his mistakes "We have a lot to catch up on but… There's something I need to talk to you about first" he said with a certain seriousness.

"Me too!" You thought of it as the perfect opening to speak.

"Oh? Well, say it then…" he thought it only fair to let you speak first after so long.

"I'll go with you this time!" You exclaimed with fire and determination.

"Hey! Can't even one go with you Zoro?" he said imitating a thin voice.

"Idiot!" You punched him "I'm done asking you for things! This time I'm going and you're not going to stop me!" You said angrily "I spent all this time doing something you know? I wouldn't just sit around waiting on your soft ass! I trained a lot! I'm pretty sure I can beat you now, so you have no reason to leave me here anymore!" You explained excitedly.

"About that…" you felt his smile falter "What I wanted to tell you is…" he looked away and his stomach dropped "I was going to take you along anyway" he turned and smiled, he loved to tease you!

"Don't make suspense like that!" You punched his chest "Are you serious? Do you want me to come along?"

"I had a lot of time to think after I lost a battle… I realized that I could die at any moment and I would simply lose all the chances I had to be by your side…" He spoke with seriousness and sadness "I don't want to leave and never come back, I don't want to keep you waiting alone when we could be exploring together! To be together!" He looked at you and there was a twinkle in his eyes "I talked to my captain, I would only join the crew if I could be a part of it, he didn't even think about turning it down… (y/n), I want to live as long as possible with you, in addition to achieving my goal, I want to have a happy life, a life by your side"

"Zoro…" you were speechless, completely surprised.

"So, let's explore the sea together! We're going to leave East Blue, go to the Grand Line to be famous pirates, you said you trained, right? Then you'll be more than ready to accompany us!" He smiled confidently.

"Yes! I also want to live by your side, Zoro!" You hugged him tighter.

Maybe Zoro had taken a while to realize that his place was by his side, but that didn't matter anymore, nor did it hurt or irritate you. He was here now and above all that he would never leave your side, you would stay together and explore the vast ocean of the world. There was nothing else that could make you as happy as being next to the man you loved.

Notes: I really loved writing this imagine because I loved the idea! Thank you so much for ordering with me, feel free to come back and ask for more if you like this work! I tried to make it gender-neutral because I don't want to tie my imagines to a specific gender reader, but the translator always puts everything in the masculine and I apologize for that! If you didn't like it let me know and I'll make a new version trying to make it up to you! Thanks

[unboundndd]

Hi hi, It's rare to see people writing about Yone around here, so... Could I ask for a Yandere!Yone x reader in a modern AU? pwp

And thanks for everything (⁠*⁠˘⁠︶⁠˘⁠*⁠)⁠.⁠｡⁠*⁠♡

Have a nice day <3

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I am all about yone on this blog… esp since he’s the only AD character i know how to play and he has a special place in my heart! Thank you so much for requesting~

//tag: stalking, obsessive-protective Yone, some nsfw later on, yone is good at disguising himself as a normal person.

·:¨༺ ♱✮♱ ༻¨:· Lately it seems like the only news being broadcasted on the local channels are of the various attacks and robberies towards people who are just going out and about. At first this doesn’t really alarm you, thinking that it could never happen in your neighborhood, yet as your day goes on the thought sticks in your mind. You’re not that athletic and probably weaker than your average attacker, plus you live alone so if someone were to possibly follow you home they could hurt you or worse!

·:¨༺ ♱✮♱ ༻¨:· While sitting in a café with one of your friends the topic comes up again, they’ve always been scared of something like this happening to them and next thing you know it’s a few days later and they’re dragging you to a small building on the other side of your town. When they finally open the door you realize it’s some kind of martial arts center with a small gym inside, your friend explains that apart from teaching disciplines from all over the world they also offer beginner friendly self defense classes. What immediately catches your eye is the fact that in one corner of the building there’s a smaller group of people practicing their stances with bamboo swords, all being lead by a dark haired man, his features partially covered by it. His tall figure makes the movements look so elegant and you wonder how much it had taken for him to master such an art.

·:¨༺ ♱✮♱ ༻¨:· “I’m surprised to see that there’s places that teach Kendo around here.” You tell your friend who lets out a small laugh in response. “ I know right! Yone, the instructor, started working here pretty recently and told us he started Kendo because his middle school offered it as an after school activity!” You smile at how your friend gushes about the man like you’re both in high school and talking about your crushes. You can’t help but admit that he looks very handsome, jet black hair kept up by a crimson red hair tie with just a few strands framing his sharp featues.

·:¨༺ ♱✮♱ ༻¨:· It takes a while but after a few months you see yourself improving and you feel more at home inside the gym. Since becoming friends with some of the Kendo students you watch their matches during the break of your own lessons, you tried to talk to Yone as well but his replies were always brief and somewhat evasive. It was a shame since you really wanted to know him better but alas you respected him not being interested in socializing with you and moved on.

·:¨༺ ♱✮♱ ༻¨:· You would have been shocked to know that he actually did want to talk to you. His brain would freeze upon hearing your voice say his name, a flurry of emotions overwhelming him. You didn’t know that the dusting of pink on his pale cheeks wasn’t from overexertion just as you didn’t know that your every move was being observed by him, both inside and outside of the center. At first Yone didn't understand what was going on with him, It’s like you awakened something new inside him: He was in utter love with your looks, the kind way you treated your friends and how supportive you were to everyone. Even the way you’d cutely stumble when trying to land a punch had his heart swell and he loved the fact that you wouldn’t give up on something despite not being a natural at it. He wanted to protect you, be the one you’d run to whenever there was danger.

·:¨༺ ♱✮♱ ༻¨:· Thanks to the countless hours researching on the internet Yone finally finds out what was wrong with him, turns out that in all of the years he had spent living he had never really felt love and attraction to someone until you came around. He also finds out that a minority of people feel obsessed with the object of their affection, those people would usually hide their condition and live normal, quiet lives yet express their desires and seek support on anonymous forums and sometimes meet in real life. It is hard to accept at first, Yone sees how sick some of the people in the forums are, he considers himself a monster and that he should isolate himself from society to keep you safe.

·:¨༺ ♱✮♱ ༻¨:· One day help comes up in the form of a reply on a post Yone made, it's the thing that Yone had failed to consider when first researching his obsessive tendencies. Anon says: "In your previous posts you mentioned they seem interested in you and try to talk to you, no? I take this as a good sign. Even though you are this way in a relationship you can compromise with them, many people don't even know they have partners with these tendencies and they get to live happy and fullfilling relationships."

·:¨༺ ♱✮♱ ༻¨:· Eventually the martial arts center decides to organize a new year’s eve dinner party for the members and everyone is going to attend. The convivial atmosphere is nice but after counting down until midnight your social batteries are a bit drained, the party goes on as you make your way to a corner with an empty couch and after a few minutes you feel the cushion next to you shift as a taller figure sits next to you. You start talking about something trivial, just to fill the weirdly tense silence between the two of you yet after a while your conversation diverts towards hobbies, movies and so on. Oddly enough you and Yone seem to have very similar tastes in many things, down to what you like to cook when you feel sick. After a while the only thing your brain can seem to focus is his smooth voice telling you stories from his childhood back in his hometown, things about his brother and the turbulent relationship they have and funny things that happened in his teens.

·:¨༺ ♱✮♱ ༻¨:· You loose track of time as you sit there, Yone only noticing what time it was after he caught you stifling a yawn. “Apologies, I tend to ramble a bit when talking about these things. It wasn’t my intention to bore you.” He says, cheeks flushed just like when he was exercising back in the center. “Oh, you aren’t boring me at all! I’m actually very interested but your voice is also very relaxing!” You reply while your eyes shoot open, mentally beating yourself up for ruining the moment between the two of you. “My… you are flattering me tonight. It’s getting very late though, do you have a way to get home safely?” Yone asks, a sly grin on his face because of your compliment, you truly have no idea of how much your words can affect him.

·:¨༺ ♱✮♱ ༻¨:· You look around only to find your friend sleeping soundly on a pillow that was haistily thrown on the floor next to some other people they are friends with, you know they would be unable to drive even if you woke them up. Thankfully Yone is right there for you, gently helping you put your coat back on and leading you away from the party towards his car with a hand on your shoulder. You have no idea how he knows the way to your house this well, even taking the shortcuts you usually take. Yone's hand that is idly stroking yours is a good enough distraction not to think about it though, he's so gentle when touching you and very much unlike to the self defense demonstrations he sometimes does with your instructor.

·:¨༺ ♱✮♱ ༻¨:· It takes Yone more than five minutes to realize that you hugged him goodbye after he got you safely to your door, your body was so soft against the fabric of his turtleneck sweater and he finally got to feel your silky hair against his fingers. The night is far from over for him though, like usual he makes his way onto one of his many spots and sits down to watch you from one of your windows as you finish your night routine and get ready to sleep. To him being able to watch you this closely is very therapeutic, as you go about your day he likes to imagine himself living alongside you in a pretty house far away from everyone and everything. This time he can’t stop the images in his head from getting more vivid and he thinks that he truly has an opportunity to court you right and be the best partner for you.

·:¨༺ ♱✮♱ ༻¨:· When he'll eventually ask you out you can't help but feel almost drowned in his affections and sweet words: he tells you for how long he has been waiting for this moment, that he will keep you safe from everything that scares you and that you'll never have to worry about anything when you're with him. You don't really notice it but Yone's presence is always looming behind you: you're almost always seen together and when you're not you make sure to always update on where you're going, you ask for his opinions on outfits and sometimes let him choose them for you. You seek for his approval and praise, his quiet smiles as you follow him around town when making errands always make you smile. Sure it might look overwhelming to some but it's something you're unconsciously appreciating, especially when he's basically your dream boyfriend and always talks you out of things that might be too "dangerous" for you. You're really lucky to have him to keep you safe, and even luckier because it looks like he has no intentions of ever leaving you.

NSFW AHEAD:

·:¨༺ ♱✮♱ ༻¨:· Since he’s very good at covering up him being a yandere, Yone also knows how to hide what his deepest fantasies are. After a while of dating you decide to try and ask him if there's anything more unorthodox he'd like to try in bed but the topic seems to fluster him, leaving him looking down and you apologizing profusely to him. You notice how every time you sleep together he seems to hold back and you want him to enjoy himself too but you also know that you can't force someone to open up about certain topics.

·:¨༺ ♱✮♱ ༻¨:· For a while you’ve only seen one side of Yone: an attentive service top who on occasion will tease yet never doing anything that could be remotely uncomfortable to you. The way he memorizes your sweet spots is inhuman and he’ll always put your pleasure first and foremost. He also lives for your praise and will nuzzle his head in the crook of your neck to hide his rampant blush, it’s an instant boost of serotonin for him to hear that it's him who is making you feel this good. He also likes to praise you and the closer he is to finishing the more it transforms into a flowery ramble about how good and beautiful you are.

·:¨༺ ♱✮♱ ༻¨:· He finally opens up to his more perverse side and you can’t help but be fascinated by it: he’s all about marking, claiming you in as many ways as he can so you’ll have visible love bites peeking from the neckline of your shirts and bruises on your hips because of how hard he can grip. Despite his hands being long and elegant they also are extremely strong, he likes to remind you he’s in control by forcing you to look at him in the eyes while you’re oh so close.

·:¨༺ ♱✮♱ ༻¨:· Enjoys the amount of control that you give to him as well, when you first allowed him to tie your hands behind your back he was just so happy he was the only one who you’d ever allow to do this to you. Even though he gets a bit carried away and manhandles your body into certain positions he’ll still check in with you and stop instantly if he sees that you’re not enjoying it anymore. He loves it when you tell him you're his, that he's the only one who can see you like this and it will definitely turn him on more than he already is.

·:¨༺ ♱✮♱ ༻¨:· Also encourages you to grip on his biceps or shoulders when things get more intense, the scratch marks on his skin are a token to the fact that he belongs to you, just like you belong to him. So any of the scars you leave are a trophy for him and he’ll proudly take his shirt off when he trains. (and then people will stare at you funny because at this point everyone knows you're dating)

·:¨༺ ♱✮♱ ༻¨:· The scar on his face is a bit of a sensitive topic, but after a while of being in a relationship with you he’ll let you touch it and kiss it. There’s many tender moments where you gently stroke his face in the middle of sex and he will melt internally whenever it happens, he’s never felt so cared for and understood before being with you and this only makes him more obsessed with you.

·:¨༺ ♱✮♱ ༻¨:· You’ll be always treated like royalty, Yone tends to be up and about right after finishing so he’ll bring you whatever you need to rest. Unless you want cuddles as aftercare, if that’s the case he’ll hold you close to his chest because he learned pretty quickly how much it relaxes you, if you fall asleep you'll find yourself neatly tucked into your shared bed and if he has to go somewhere the next day he'll make sure to leave you some water and snacks on the bedside table for when you wake up.

[danganphobia]

namari college au tidbits pls,,, i wanna know abt her my silly resident butch lesbian queen

ooh... my gay ass knows namari is a college athlete. so is laios. im feeling... rugby :). she's dating one of the head cheerleaders (kiki) they're literally like. thee top hottest couple.

she's a massive gymhead so when she's not practicing for games she's probably at the gym. she does jiujitsu. toshiro does kendo and aikido (i'd imagine he'd do a martial art that requires using bamboo swords in a modern au setting, but knowing hands-on combat techniques would also be invigorating for him, so he'd seek a sport that does a mix of both weapons and close combat) so by default they met each other and often practice sparring sometimes. they became fast friends.

namari's a huge dnd nerd so when she heard there was a club she was one of the first to join. she was surprised when toshiro showed up because as long as they've known each other she didn't think this sort of thing was his thing. she underestimated that by heart every single person in this au is a fucking nerd, even the jocks. (i'm looking at you, laios).

sometimes toshiro goes to see her games for support when he has free time on his hands. he prefers to go with somebody (like laios, or kabru) because when kiki and namari and together namari is making it known her beautiful gf is the only thing on her mind right now. code word for you're probably going to get third-wheeled if you hang out with the two of them, ever.

senshi doesn't like junk food on the table. when he isn't around she and kabru get the party big macs and fries and they eat it quickly and dispose of the crime scene before he comes.