#i forgot i think you were the person who wanted international shipping

[hiro-doodlez]

DUDE DUDE DUDE YOURE SUPER DUPER COOL AND I WANNA WISH YOU A GREAT DAY AND HOPE YOUR DAYS ARE FILLED WITH YIPPEE HAPPINESS !!

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OMG OMG YOU TOO!!! I HOPE YOUR DAY IS AMAZING AND AND!!! EHEHHEEHE TYSM RAHHRHAHRHA MUHAHAHAHAHA

[thechaoticplayer]

The Confident Student Council President 🔞

Author's note: had this sitting in my drafts for about 2 weeks... giggling and twirling hair- this didnt come out exactly the way I want it but I guess I'll cope + ratio

Summary: your stupid ahh male friend asks you to get the shoulder pads (that he forgot) for football practice. however, you werent expecting the student council president to be inside, the man you've been crushing on for quite some time now...

Contains: x reader, Dom! Ver Vermillion, him being super demanding and sweet at the same time, this was inspired by his fucking shower stream (I WAS SCREAMING), theres a bit of plot, praise, smut yet again it's not even a surprise anymore

VER VERMILLION was something to admire. In class, he had a sense of authority to him, but never abused the power he was bestowed with. He was very gentle but stern, like an mature older brother. Ver had no problem putting someone in their place, and it put you in awe of him. You quietly watched him from afar. Noticed every tiny detail about him.

Ver's hands. They're so pretty, but with a single gesture, he could make the whole room silent.

Ver's voice. Calm and low, still somehow heard over the ruckus of the classroom. When he raised his voice in the slightest, everyone knew to shut up.

Ver's smile. He was constantly smiling. A soothing smile that put everyone at ease. He could easily charm anyone within a 10 feet radius with his smile alone.

Ver's face. Sometimes an expression of relief, of slight irritation, of slight happiness. You wondered what expression he'd make if you littered his face with kisses. then you quickly shook the idea out of your head, because it was highly unlikely of ever occurring.

Everyone knew who Ver Vermillion was. Hardly anyone knows you, never the less know of your existence. You were content with that, because you could never be someone near as popular as Ver. Besides, you weren't anything much, just another valedictorian who gets asked the answers to questions.

Speaking of which...

A classmate leans over to your desk, where you sit scrawling down notes. "Psst. Hey."

An internal sigh. "Yes?"

He glances at the teacher before looking back at you. "Do you have the answer to number four?"

"Yes. Right here." You point to your sheet and angle it to him, where he stares for a good moment and nods.

"Thanks."

"No problem."

Back to being ignored again. Not that you minded.

Your attention shifts back to the council president. He was nearly in every single class you had, which you were grateful for. It was nice to observe him. Not in a creepy way. Thatd be weird.

Ver speaks with a student to his left, a small smile on his face, eyes twinkling mysteriously. You pondered what went on that head of his. He had to deal with students almost all the time. How did he deal with it all? Especially the annoying ones. God, what a pain in the ass.

You didn't realize you were staring at Ver until he glances in your direction, eyes locking for a split second. Fear and embarrassment flash through your body as you jerk your head back down, as if you weren't awkwardly staring at the man not too long ago. This happened frequently, to your dismay. Always staring and always caught. No way to escape the council president.

Did he think you were a freak for doing so? maybe.

You didn't look up the rest of the class period.

With a swing of your bag, you hold the bag on one shoulder, adjusting the strap to your liking. You push in the chair and weave through the stream of people out the classroom. You were on your way to meet with a close friend of yours, the only person you considered a "friend" anyway.

He was doing his football practice today, which you usually always came to. You had nothing else better to do anyway. He contrasted your introverted side, him being such a people pleaser. It wasn't a surprise that others began to ship you two together. But you two were just friends. Nothing more. Besides, you had eyes on someone else. And your friend knew that. Constantly teasing about your red cheeks everytime you were in close proximity with Ver. Each time earned him a "shut up!" And a punch to the shoulder.

A small bzzt vibrates in your pocket. With another series of buzzes to go with it. You paw through the one hundred millions of things in your pockets before pulling out the desired object. Your screen lights up to reveal texts from... well speak of the devil.

Hey uh... ik ur on ur way to my practice, but could you get my shoulder pads for me?

I totally forgot abt them

Hurry up coach is gonna kill me

How the fuck did this kid forget one of the most important things of playing such a violent sport? Space cadet...

You respond with a quick "yea" before scurrying off towards the direction of the boys' locker room. You actually had to shove past a couple of people, which you hated to do because that's being an asshole, but you also didn't want your friend to get yelled at by his strict coach.

You halt at door, furtively searching around the place before just rushing inside. You don't need any speculation on your plate along with huge packets of work. Upon seeing no one, you sneak inside.

Now which locker has his stuff in it? You quickly tap out the question and send it. You look around frantically, the "delicious" scent of sweaty men in the air. God, they need some damn air freshener.

You open each locker and judge from the sport bag which one was his. He wasn't answering, causing the anxiety to rise steadily. You really didn't want to get caught in here.

Deciding to calm yourself, you pause and recollect your thoughts. Clearing your mind, your ears pick up the sound of running water. Confused, you approach the sound. Did one of them forget to turn off the faucet? But it sounded more of a shower on, and as you approached, steam exited out the doorway of which you presumed was the showers.

You scratch your head. Who would be in here? All the boys are already outside. Who the hell would be showering right now anyway? One of these football heads must've left the shower on.

You peek inside, squinting through the steam. That has to be some hot water. You peer through the some to see a lean figure under the shower head. The steam clears a bit and your eyes widen.

Rivulets of water roll down his skin, spiraling down from his chest, down his abs, to his thighs, down his sculpted calves. He raises his arms up to run his fingers through his hair, his back muscles rippling with the motion. His arms aren't extremely muscular, but you could tell he worked out. You only could see him from the back, as your gaze traveled further down, your face felt extremely hot and a hundred million thoughts went through your mind.

Ver Vermillion.

You were... spying on the student council president. in the shower.

Oh god. In the shower. He was so...

Fucking hot.

You skitter back, almost slipping on the tile and banging your head against the changing stalls. A hand pressed to your mouth to keep you from screeching. Emotional moment. very fucking emotional. Suppressing your urge to scream on the top of your lungs because oh my god? Thousand hundred question marks?

You hurry back to the locker area, ramming your shoulder hard into a locker after taking a turn too fast. You hiss in pain, rubbing your shoulder.

"Hello?" Ver's voice calls. You curse yourself. "Is someone there?"

Nope nope. You're Casper.

You run into the other hall of lockers as the sound of water slapping tile approaches. You cease breathing through your fingers, your heart like a jack rabbit in your chest. You press your back into the metal, wishing you could just melt into the locker.

"I know you're in here. I can feel the prescence of a soul."

Sheeeeesh... was there anyway of escaping this? you eye the only exit, the only one you entered through. If you sprinted, would he be able to make out your face? He'd probably wouldn't even recognize your back; you weren't anyone extremely memorable or anything.

"Don't even try to run. I'll catch you," Ver says, voice light. "Might as well show yourself."

You sigh, concluding the fact you could not escape unscathed. You edge closer towards the corner of the wall, peering over to look at Ver.

A hand clutching the towel around his waist, he watches you reveal yourself with a flash of surprise and was that recognition? before it was replaced with a stern look.

"Would you like to tell me what you're doing in the boys' locker room?" Ver questions, seemingly not minding the fact he was practically naked. Way too confident to be okay with the presence of a female in his midst. which was very attractive. But not the point.

Your cheeks burn. "...my friend, who is on the boys' football team, forgot his shoulder pads." You tried not to stare for too long.

You shift your weight from foot to foot as he raises a skeptical brow at you. "Why couldn't he get it himself?"

"He's already on the field," you answer lamely. "Plus his coach... is mean."

Ver walks and pauses in front of you, holding a hand up near your chest. You stare, confused. He seems to be studying something before closing his hand. "You aren't trying to be deceitful. However..."

"Yes?" You swallow, the heat becoming unbearable. You could feel the heat resonate off him. A throbbing ache between your legs cause you to squeeze your legs together.

Ver's eyes darken, the hand now cupping your chin. "I can feel your desire. for me."

Hellllloooooo?

Your breath catches, unusable to look away from his startling gaze. "Uh..."

"You've been watching me. You always seem to be looking out for me without knowing. That small box of mochi, my favorite... that was you, wasn't it? And the line of students trying to ask me questions were suddenly cut in half, stating that their questions were answered by someone else." Ver observes your facial expression and you can't help but break eye contact. "I see."

"I can explain?" You whisper quietly, your skin flaming at his touch.

"You can, and you will. You see, I've been watching you as well. I've caught on to you, so I decided to watch you. Always helping others, without wanting anything back. Willing to do anything to help me because..." Ver pauses. "Why?"

"Because..." you falter. Might as well spit it out, right? You gulp again. "Because..."

His eyes bore into you, and it wasn't helping. Maybe he didn't need to know after all?

"Why don't you show me?"

"...What?"

"Show me why."

You stare at the council president. What exactly was he asking? Then it clicked. Oh. But... you couldn't dare to-

Could you?

Just this once. Life is short, right? and he's so close...

You slowly rise onto your toes, closing the distance between you and Ver. Before your nose touches you stop suddenly, the anxiety and nervousness causing you to halt. What if this was a mistake? what if he didn't want to kiss you? what if this isn't what he meant at all? What if-

A small groan exits his lips as Ver grabs the back of your head and pulls you close until his mouth finds yours. Your eyes widen with a gasp and he takes the opportunity to slip his tongue inside your mouth.

You whine softly, letting go of all the worries and throw your arms around him tightly. Ver groans once more, his hands gripping your hips as the hot make-out session continues, inappropriate wet sounds echoing through the room.

You stutter backwards and your back hits the locker and continue, tongues dancing together as Ver tugs on your shirt. You pull away, pulling the shirt over your head, and smash your lips against his once more.

Ver's hands roam all over your torso, sliding up your waist to your back, unclipping your bra but not removing it.

He breathes against your neck, "Is this what you want?"

"Yes," you reply, just as breathless.

"Are you sure?" Ver gazes into your eyes, searching for the affirmative.

You nod, leaning to his face to nip at his bottom lip.

He explodes.

Ver throws the bra away with a low growl, biting your neck and eliciting a quiet moan from you. You unbuckle your own pants, the pants dropping down to the floor as Ver sucks love bites all over your delicate skin. One hand fondling your breast, his thumb lightly skimming your tit and a stammered breath escapes you.

"Your tits are already hard," Ver notes, pinching one of them and making you squeal, flushing horribly. "I wonder if..."

A finger presses itself against your clothed cunt and you whimper, holding onto his shoulders tightly. Ver sighs, rubbing circles on your sensitive area.

"I can feel how soaking wet you are... this whole time, you wanted me this bad?" He chuckles quietly, enjoying the way your legs quiver in anticipation. "I'll show you how much I want you too."

His finger slides underneath your panties and meets your clit. You gasp, biting you lip as the council president works his magic on your wet pussy, his ministrations causing you to whimper. Ver kisses your neck, mumbling praises against your skin.

"You're doing such a good job..." Ver whispers, two fingers inside you now and you moan. He pumps the two in and out quickly, his long fingers almost kissing your g-spot and it makes it harder for you to hold yourself up. "Good girl..."

You whimper louder. "Please..."

"Please what, sweetheart?" Ver purrs, somehow increasing speed and your moans increase in volume. "Are you going to cum?"

You nod quickly, the ache growing tenfold. But then he stopped. You open your mouth to ask but when he rips your panties. You squeak in surprise as he hoists you up, your legs instinctively locking around his hips. Ver's towel audibly drops to the floor.

Ver's tip nudges against your hole. He looks at you. "May I?"

"Y-yes," you stammer, burying your face into his neck.

His tip nudges into you, entering completely and bottoms out, groaning. You moan loudly, your walls clenching around his hot cock. He filled you up completely and tears blur your vision slightly. Ver stretched you out deliciously, and he started to thrust in and out.

His nails dig into your hips as he slots his hips up against yours, grunting in your ear and leaving sloppy kisses all over you. Ver kisses you deeply, swallowing your noises as your juices stick between your bodies. You felt extremely warm all over.

His cock drags in and out your walls, pressing against the spot repeatedly. Pleasure racks your body. You rake your nails across his back, toes curled as the council president rams himself into you. The metal door groans against the movement.

"Shit..." Ver mumbles with a small groan. His dick throbs hard inside you as you clench around him. "I'm so close baby, s' close..."

A small whine as the only response you give as you squeeze your legs around him, the only indication of your incoming orgasm. He speeds up, panting hard.

"Cum with me, sweetheart, cum with me," he speaks in one breath.

You nod, lips parted as you lean your head back against the locked. "Yesyesyesyes-"

His seed ribbons inside as your own cum squirts all over his cock, a soft and drawn out moan in your hair as his hips stutter against you. Your legs limp as your chest rises up and down quickly, sweat shining on your skin. It felt awfully sticky down there, but you didn't mind one bit when Ver looked up at you with a soft and affectionate gaze.

He brushes the hair plastered to your forehead away and says softly, "you're so beautiful, you know that?"

"I..." You blush, leaning into his touch. "Thank you."

"You're welcome. Let's clean you up." Still inside you, probably because the man didn't want to pull out just quite yet, he carries you to the showers to wash you up.

THE NEXT DAY...

Ver smiles at you from across the room and you wave, blushing hard. The both of you were officially dating after the... well. Burst of sudden confession you two did.

Your friend, however, was extremely awkward around you and Ver. He was constantly avoiding yours and the president's gaze for some odd reason. You have been meaning to ask him, so you lean close to him.

"Hey, you've been acting weird. What's up? Is it because I didn't get your shoulder pads and got in trouble?" You tease with a small smile.

The tips of his ears go red as he stares down at his desk. "About that..." he clears his throat. "I... did try to get them but..."

Realization hits you in the face like a brick wall. Your entire skin takes on a pink hue. "You-"

"Yeahhhh. I should've stayed put honestly..."

"Oh. My. god."

"Not that I care or anything. Go get some girl, I guess."

"Please shut up."

"Sounds like you two were getting into it pretty-"

You punch him. Hard. A yelp of pain satisfies you and Ver looks over at you two, startled. you smile sweetly.

Greatest two days of your life.

[dejwritesarchived]

❪ ♡ ❫ ─── ⠀ ⠀⠀ find someone like you ⠀ 〳 ⠀ n.kento ‵

❪ ♡ ❫ ─── ( synopsis ) the story of two sorcerers that fell in love.

♡ ˙ ˖ ✧ — reader discretion is advised: female reader, written with black reader in mind, jjk manga spoilers, fluff, such sweet sweet fluff, saw a post that black reader writers don't write enough fluff so don't let this flop, established relationship (reader & nanami getting married), if you see the internals reference no you don't hehe, flashback is italics, thanks to @eiflawriting for helping me with reader vows, mentions of pregnancy, implied smut (doesn't go in detailed just mentioned), same ship from family affairs series, can be read as a stand-alone, wc: 3.6k

♡ ˙ ˖ ✧ — inspo songs: find someone like you by snoh aalegra, new balance by jhene aiko, show me by joey bada$$, pov by ariana grande

YOU NEVER THOUGHT YOU WOULD BE GETTING MARRIED. Especially so soon. You never thought you could say that you were in love—especially considering the profession you chose to dive head first in. As your reflection winked back at you, your eyes were glossy, and you could tell that you were about to cry. It wasn’t tears of sorrow or regrets but tears of joy. The dazed feeling of finding your soulmate and being content that this was the person you wanted to spend all of your life with. It felt like the first time the two of you met all over again. The butterflies—them freakin’ butterflies that curled around your stomach as if they were playing ring a round a rosie. They were there just like they were when you two met at a bar during Satoru’s birthday.

It felt like yesterday when you showed up at the bar with a bright smile on your face and Satoru’s gift in another—and coming fresh off a flight from the States. Jet Lag also on the verge of kicking your ass. 

“Happy 21st birthday.” You gave the white-haired male a smile as you shoved a bag in his hand.

It was a last-minute gift before you boarded your plane. Quite expensive, but you thought it fit him pretty well. His crystal blue eyes twinkled in excitement as you guys sat at the table with drinks in front of you. You sipped from your glass and let your fingers run through your coconut-scented coils. You watched your close friend open his gift with so much excitement to see the expensive pair of designer sunglasses. 

“Thank you, Y/N.” He tore off the ones he had and placed the ones you brought him on. “How’d I look?” He throws up a childish peace sign that gains a snicker from Shoko, who dabbed her cigarette in the ashtray.

You glanced around the table, seeing Utahime, who you were sure had to bribe with drinks to show. Shoko, who you had to play rock paper scissors to decide who was going to be in charge to ensure the birthday boy returned home safely. The alcohol hit the white-haired sorcerer like a teenager getting their first taste of cheap alcohol. This wasn’t the whole group—but shit happens. Haibara died. Suguru was gone. Mei only responded if yen bills were involved. You wondered how that one guy was. You couldn’t remember his name, but you remembered two things about him. Sitting with him during lunch after Haibara’s death and those chocolate brown eyes. 

“Nanami!” Gojo’s voice shrieked in the busy bar as he waved his long arms in the air for the blonde-haired salaryman to spot them. 

Due to your back being turned away from the bar's entrance, you had to turn around to face the direction that Gojo was looking. There he was. Was it cliche to admit that your heart felt like it stopped beating, and you forgot how to breathe when you saw him? Which only happened as soon as you made eye contact with their beautiful brown eyes. 

Nanami Kento, that was his name. You finally remembered his name. 

To think that night at the bar was the start of something. The two of you ensured the birthday boy returned home safely after only having three shots of the most expensive sake and a sip of your lemon drop drink. Catching up as Nanami would drive because that was the only thing you could do over Satoru’s subtle snores in the backseat of the car. 

How’d you been? 

I see you cut your hair. 

Still doing that research about reversed cursed technique you've been interested in since you were like 17. 

He remembered that little silly, goofy conspiracy theory you had about your technique, and you couldn’t even remember his name at first. He remembered how you were on the verge of getting suspended when you were younger for disrespecting the higher-ups (Thanks, Principal Yaga for having your back). That was one thing you adored about him. He paid attention to you—you just couldn’t quite put your finger on how long. Maybe that was why you fell so in love with Nanami Kento. Maybe that was why the relationship moved so fast that it left you breathless—but in a good way.  Like a good rush of adrenaline. When you were younger, you told yourself that it wasn’t worth it to love when curses plagued the world like a disease. Sorcerers don’t fall in love because who had time for love when you were slaying curses or when you could die in just one assigned mission? Any sorcerer would know that it wasn’t worth investing in it when it could get taken away in a blink of an eye. Or so you thought. 

“So let’s take that risk,” Twenty-One-year-old Nanami Kento said as you walked through a park after yet another successful date. 

When you glanced at him, you caught his gaze so intense that it made your knees go weak. He looked at you as if you placed each star in the sky for him to admire yourself. He looked at you as if you were the reason the moon twinkled down upon you two. He looked at you as if he was in love, and you received this look countless times from him. Despite the two of you only seeing each other for about four months now. You tried to explain to him that it was a risk of falling in love regarding what you two do. Yes, he may have closed the door on slaying curses to start at this entry-level salary position—but you were still high in the sorcery field. He was trying so hard to convince you that you were worth the risk. If he were to die tomorrow—at least he would have had the opportunity to say he kissed you, held your hand, took you out, and made love to you. 

“Ken, I don’t think you understand—“ Your words were interrupted by him stopping you from walking any further.

He collected your hand into his and looked you in your eyes. He knew that was another weakness—you never could look him in the eyes because you always got lost in them. You felt the pad of his thumb rub circles on your hand—the grasp tightening just a bit to ensure how serious he was. Your teeth nibbled at your lip before listening to him.

“I understand fully, and I’m all in,” Nanami responded. 

He watches you blink a couple of times as if he was a dream. As if you could pinch yourself, and he would just disappear, and you would jolt up in your bed in a cold sweat. 

“That just means we have to make every second worth it.” He explains. “So on that note—“ He leaned down and kissed your lips.

It was a soft, lightweight kiss until it wasn’t. His hand clutched the back of your neck, entrapping you completely to indulge in the plushness of his lips. You kissed back hungrily, actually, because you were all in too. You were all in four dates ago. You were all in when he stopped at your apartment to take care of you when you were sick. You just knew that Nanami Kento was worth that risk.

You always claimed that the two of you had time against you. Throughout your relationship, curses seemed to become stronger—it felt like it was always something new. Which increased the dangers of missions and your workload. That didn’t stop you guys from falling even more in love. Actually, it oddly landed you guys in a hiccup of your own, considering that you were here in a white wedding dress and your adorable three-year-old daughter was somewhere in the venue in her pretty flower girl dress. Yes, daughter. 

You recalled how nervous you were about having your sunshine. Correction, you and Ken’s princess. You were nervous and terrified. You were still young. Just in love and working your way up in the sorcerer world. Granted, it halted your career (and she was conceived during a Christmas party), considering that you were only twenty-two when you had your daughter. But you and Nanami’s love grew. Your pregnancy wasn’t an easy road to go down, but you guys made it work. That was one of your two things. When you two were together, you created sunshine to help clear out a storm. 

Adding your daughter to the picture was just sprinkling in that rainbow to piece together the beautiful storm that you and Nanami helped turn into sunshine. Your daughter was your whole heart. With her soft curly brown hair that was growing like a precious crown upon her hair. Her curious brown hues always sparkled when she saw you or Nanami. You adored seeing Nanami hold her hand as you guys made your way through a local flea market on a bright Sunday morning. You loved walking into the living room and seeing Nanami lying on the couch reading his favorite book while your daughter was sleeping on his chest. Those were just some moments that you held so close to your heart. 

You perched up in the hospital bed, hearing the nurse explain what was to happen today. You spent days in the hospital after the birth of your daughter. Yu Nanami was a bit impatient when it came to making her arrival. With coming out a month early, your daughter was a premature baby—coming out and only weighing around three pounds. She was so small. You tried not to blame yourself when the nurse pushed you into the NICU. Maybe you were under too much stress. Push yourself too harshly at work to cause you to enter labor early. You remembered the feeling of your heart burning as the pad of your thumb rubbed against her tiny hand through the incubator. 

“Little Yu has been doing so well in the NICU, so we decided that today we’re going to do a little kangaroo care, also called skin-to-skin care.” Your nurse beamed with a smile. “Kangaroo care can help her stay warm, gain weight, keep her heart and breathing regular, and even help with breastfeeding.” She explained to both you and Nanami.

You were super excited at the thought of feeling the warmth of your daughter's skin on yours, but you thought it would be better for Nanami to do it. You sat up excitedly before asking, “Does it matter which parent does it?” Your voice trails off before your nurse chuckles.

“It doesn’t matter. If you want to do it this time, he can do it the next time.” Her hand motions to Nanami, sitting in the chair beside your hospital bed.

Your plump lips formed an o shape before looking at Nanami with a smile, “I think you should do it first.” You say as your hand reaches out for him to take.

You watch closely as he grabs your hand and intertwines his fingers with yours. His brown eyes light up at the idea. You were sure Nanami held Yu more than you during your stay at the hospital. It was insane how small the baby looked in his arms while he waltzed around the room humming adorable lullabies he remembered his grandfather used to sing to him. 

“You sure? She did mention it’ll help with breastfeeding. So I don’t mind waiting until next time.” He brings your hand up to his mouth and places a kiss on it.

“Yes, I’m sure. Plus, kinda an excuse to see you shirtless.” You joked with a wink.

“Of course.” He returned your chuckle before the two of you looked at the nurse, who couldn’t stop smiling at the adorable sight.

“Okay, then, let’s start.” 

You couldn’t stop smiling at the sight, and you had never snapped so many pictures in a matter of minutes seeing your small baby on her father’s chest. If you looked close enough, you would even see some tears swelling in Nanami’s eyes. He quickly blinked to prevent you from seeing and to hold his composure, but that only let a tear droplet travel down his cheeks. Before smiling, you leaned forward to wipe the falling tear from Nanami’s eyes. “She got comfortable so quickly,” You pointed out.

“Yeah,” Nanami said through a breathy sigh.

You weren’t sure if he was nervous because his daughter was so close to him or the fact that the two of you created such a beautiful being. Frankly, it was both. Nanami felt at peace. When his daughter was placed on his chest, he felt a form of comfort. As if it was a missing puzzle piece that completed a puzzle, he’s been working on. It brought warmth to his heart to look at his daughter and see a share of himself and the woman he loved.

“She’s going to be attached to your hip. Such a daddy’s girl already.” You commented as you glanced at him.

The only thing you could do was let out a happy sigh. Because that’s what you were, happy. 

Now here you stood with just a door and a simple walk-in between the love of your life. As you grasp Principal Yaga’s arm, you can feel yourself get nervous. It wasn’t per se you were having second thoughts. You would never have second thoughts about this. But you were nervous about what was to come. The two of you always viewed your love story as a love story on pure adrenaline. You two put your all into it because one day, you weren’t sure if the other would be here. 

As soon as the doors were opened and you stepped into the room, grasping on one of the men who watched you grow into the young sorcerer you were today—there he was. Nanami Kento. His eyes met yours, and that nervous bubble that came crashing upon you burst. You couldn’t contain the smile that cracked on your face with each step you took down the aisle. Your eyes were blurring with your tears, and you hadn’t even stood before him yet. From the looks of it, Nanami wasn’t any better. Dabbing at his brown eyes with a tissue Gojo gave him—a quite poor attempt to not show the whole room he was tearing up at the sight of you. You, the love of his life. 

When the thin sheer veil was lifted off your face, you looked at him and smiled. You felt like the princess in a fairytale, and you had finally been receiving your happily ever after with your prince. 

“Hey,” Nanami said to you with a smile. 

“Hello.” You responded, returning the smile. 

“You look beautiful,” Nanami adds.

There you felt those same butterflies erupt in your stomach. The same ones appeared when he would kiss you in the morning before leaving for work. The same ones appeared as you watched him with Yu doing practically anything. Every moment you spent with Nanami felt like only you guys were in the room. You only saw him.  You were so in love and ready for him to be the one you spent forever with. 

You were in such a trance of staring into Nanami's dreamy set of chocolate brown eyes; you didn’t even notice that the wedding celebrant mentioned that it was time for you to say your vows. You heard the wedding celebrant make a joke that made the guests laugh, and your cheeks warmed in embarrassment. 

“So, should we do rock paper scissors to decide who goes first?” You joked, and Nanami laughed. 

“I think my beautiful, beautiful Y/N should go first.” 

“Fine, but if you cry so hard that you can’t even say your vows—don’t blame me.” You uttered. 

You inhaled sharply, and the squeeze on your hands grew tighter. A squeeze of comfort to ensure that everything was going to be okay. 

“Falling in love while being a sorcerer was something I never expected to do. Our jobs are risky, and I just knew I didn’t want to put someone in a situation where they’ll possibly lose me—or I lose them. But I just couldn’t help myself when it came to you, Ken. When I thought being in the world of sorcery would be suffocating, you were the air I needed to breathe. You felt so good. You felt like home. Looking at you first thing in the morning with your messy hair made me feel like everything was going to be okay. The patience you had with my apprehension assured me. I don’t think I’ve ever met someone as kind as you before. You handle me with so much care. You give me your shoulder to cry on when I have a stressful day at work. You listen to me talk shit about the reality TV show reruns I watch, regardless of you knowing what the hell I’m talking about. You gave me security, even when I felt scared. “Let’s take that risk,” remember? I can’t think of an opposite word for risk, but this—marrying you, having Yu? This doesn’t feel like a risk at all. This feels like a blessing. Aside from having our beautiful baby girl, falling in love with you is the best decision I have ever made in my life. Everyday with you feels like I’m experiencing love all over again. I’m sorry, I’m talking too much. Maybe I should’ve written this down.” You said, and guests laughed at last comment. If you listened closely, you could even hear one of your aunts yell to ‘to take your time, sweetie’. 

“Just—Thank you, okay? I love you. I’ll always love you no matter what. And whenever you need me, just think of me, and I swear I’ll be there.” You finished with a smile, and tears fluttered down your cheeks.

Like the gentleman he was, Nanami wipes your tears away while trying to hold back his own. 

“Fuck, you weren’t lying about me possibly crying after you said yours.” He says with a sigh.

“Daddy! Language.” Yu said out loud, giving him a similar look you would give him when he stays up too late. 

“I’m sorry. I’ll put money in the swear jar after this.” He apologizes before he looks at you. “It’s my turn now, and I honestly don’t even know where I start. You know, I always thought that maybe I should write all of this day. But then, I knew I would have a whole book of how I feel about you.” Nanami explained.

“I remember when we first met. We were teenagers, and you always had this contagious smile on your face that, on some days, I found myself thinking about within the day. In my mind, I couldn’t admit that I like you considering what we were in school for. What was the point if one of us could die? Haibara’s death further proved my point, but when I saw you at the bar, I remembered Haibara’s words when he was younger. He mentioned that I shouldn’t let us about to be sorcerers hinder what I want in life. At that moment, I was all in. I knew what I wanted.” He wipes away a tear from your cheek with a sly grin. 

“I wanted you, Y/N. I wanted your Sunday mornings where you’re just lounging around. I wanted your talkative moments of you talking about any and everything. I wanted your silence because I knew you could just be thinking about what flavor of ice cream you wanted or about some curse one of your co-workers told you about. I wanted your work days where you walk around in a white lab coat. I wanted the late-night chats of us talking about our future together. I wanted the other side of the bed at my place to be yours. I wanted you to have space in my closet and dresser drawers. So when I saw you at Satoru’s party, it just reminded me that when I first saw you, it wasn’t per se—love at first sight. It was more; it’s going to be you.” Nanami said as he intertwined his fingers with yours.

“You’re going to make me ruin my makeup Ken,” You drop his hand to quickly grab a tissue from Shoko because his dabbing at your tears was causing you to be even more emotional. 

“I’m sorry, my love, but you deserve to know that. I’m ready to be yours. I’m ready to protect, cherish, and love you and our daughter until my last breath. Because I’m still all in.” He concluded with tears in his eyes. 

Your heart felt like it was clawing at your chest. As the wedding celebrant continued with the ceremony and it was time for Nanami to rightfully kiss his bride, he didn’t waste any time collecting you and planting a passionate kiss on your lips. His arms snake around your waist, tugging you closer than ever as the guests erupt in cheers. Your arms went around Nanami’s neck as you felt his tongue trace alongside your lower lip, begging for a taste of you. You teasingly pull away from the kiss with a smile as your forehead presses against his. 

“I’m so happy to be all yours now.” You happily sighed. 

“I’m so happy to be all yours also.” Nanami brings your hand to his lips, placing a kiss on it. “So grateful also.” 

That was how you and Nanami's love story blossomed to where you guys are today. A doctor at Kyoto Jujutsu High, A salaryman slash Sorcerer, and your five-year-old daughter (who can see curses).

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[respectthepetty]

Pride Petty Watch (SOTUS) 2/5

Since so many people voted for the two blacklisted shows I was supposed to watch during Pride, it unlocked the wild card of me rewatching my sworn enemy SOTUS. I don't remember anything about the show, and the only thing I truly took away from it was hating Krist for the last eight years, so I'm settling in and revisiting the past to figure out why I forgot about every single plot point of this show including that Jan was in it and that Kongpob x M were the perfect ghost ship.

I left off praying that Arthit gets meaner before he gets nicer, which I consider as getting better before he gets worse, but since I'm getting Dangerous Romance flashbacks flash forwards, I doubt Arthit can commit to bullying Kong much longer before he turns full simp.

How am I not supposed to root for Kong x M when M looks so devastated every time Kong leaves his side to go talk to May. I know M likes May, but the way these scenes are set up, it's hard not to think that M likes Kong and he is in pain when everyone else gets his friend's time since he has known Kong SINCE JUNIOR HIGH!

Thrilled that Wad is always ready to lay hands first and ask questions later. Also excited that he is motivated by pettiness just like me, so the only reason he is playing in the tea product placement game is just to spite the seniors. Petty work makes the dream work. Amen.

The pink milk in this series needs to be studied because on one end of the spectrum, we in BL Land know the pink milk is a staple of a Thai BL (which is slowly coming back in Last Twilight, Only Friends, Addicted Heroin and I Saw You in My Dream), but on the other end, the show itself treats the pink milk like those dumb hot takes from people asking if drinking fruity cocktails makes a man a fruit, or if sucking on popsicles makes a man want to suck a dick, or if eating food in general makes a man queer. It just feels as if this show treats Arthit that way every time he orders it, like "GOTCHA, QUEER!"

If I were that food vendor, and Kong started popping out with these little nuggets while Arthit just kept threatening him, their business would be all up in the group chat because I'd be messaging all my friends that these two gay guys were practically foreplaying right in front of my salad pork skewers.

So of course Arthit would show up to the game just to stand there and glare at a man drenched in sweat from playing a hard game of basketball like the internalized-homophobic asshat he is.

God, some things never change.

WE GOT COCA-COLA MONEY?!

I gasped not because of the note on this conversation but because of the comment coming from AN OPENLY GAY MAN on the hazers squad. I am not Thai, so the only way I can relate to the hazers is through Greek life (fraternities and sororities), and even a long long time ago, I knew openly gay men in frats, and they pulled ALL the girls since girls felt safer around them than the straights, but the look Prem and Arthit are giving Tuta when he says this is what I'm laser-focused on because they show toleration rather than acceptance. I'm taking those looks personally.

Arthit continues to say Kong's face is annoying, but he never says it's ugly. Sir, I see your gay awakening on the horizon.

AND M WITH THE FUCKING LOOKS AGAIN! He is looking at Kong on stage then looking at May looking at Kong on the stage, and I know where this is going, but my god does it feel like M is sad because he believes Kong is straight and wouldn't reciprocate the feelings he has for his best friend SINCE JUNIOR HIGH!

I have made it clear that I do not like Krist (I believe his acting is flimsy but I can't even act like I like people, so who am I to judge), but I don't think the people behind the filming of this show liked him either because these opening title cards between the parts of the episodes are doing him dirty.

Excuse me, little stage presenter, I need to know what the fuck was going on with this performance that they had a western theme with modern guns. Was it Big Sean's "I Don't Fuck With You"?

And why is Jan looking like Taylor Swift in "Teardrops On My Guitar"? This show was in 2016, but the styling and hair are in 2003.

Now the judges are coming for Kong, and Lord knows he is going to answer in the most uncontroversial way because Kong refuses to pick a side against hazing and the boy he likes being punished by.

*eye roll* I did not think I'd make it here this quickly, but I'm on Arthit's side because Kong IS annoying. Jan's character looks full-on Stockholm Syndrome into the camera when Kong is answering, yet homeboy is just over there giving the most ridiculous reason of "our hazers have their reasons for hazing us" and now I see the direct line to GMMTV forgiving parents for abuse (Double Savage!).

Kong can play basketball really well. He remembers everyone's name. The whole class wanted him to be president. He is great in school. Now he is the Freshy Moon. Marsha, Marsha, Marsha. I hate this kid.

M, my most beloved, now I see why you're quiet a lot.

I appreciate M for also stating that Kong is just great at everything without trying, but it also feels that he is hyping up his boy because he has been IN LOVE WITH HIS SINCE JUNIOR HIGH!

In a room full of people, only Kong notices that M is unhappy, and now I see the direct they-are-married-but-not-a-couple line to Peaceful Property. New understands these roles well.

THE QUESTIONS THAT NEED ANSWERS! Can you run 54 laps, Arthit? Can you squat 200 times, Prem? These freshmen won everything, yet Arthit is still being a dickwad, and he just got his ass off of school probation. Bold move, sir! I want the juniors to suffer. Except for Bright. My boy has never done anything wrong, and if he did, he didn't.

I saw an umbrella in The Ex-Morning pilot trailer, and if that show doesn't give me a scene of these two arguing in the rain over the dumbest shit, then what is the point?

All those people watching Arthit, and none of his boys could run with him? If the purpose of hazing is unity, obviously the juniors didn't get that memo when they were being hazed as freshmen, so why continue the traditions that they don't even abide by?! Arthit is better than me because I would have crawled my ass back to my dorm before accepting their help SINCE THEY DIDN'T EVEN RUN LAPS! And now this little freshman wants to be up in his face. What's the point of the umbrella now?! He is a boy in a BL who has been in the rain for hours. HE IS ALREADY GOING TO DIE NO THANKS TO YOU UNHELPFUL DOUCHE NOZZLES!

I was just on Arthit's side, but then the show decided to tell me that entire seniors-hazing-the-juniors thing was a setup, and mixed with most of the images on Arthit's door being black-and-white, and one of those images being Charles Manson's Rolling Stone cover, I'm back to hating him again. So in case anyone is still following along, I now hate both of the leads. Can I get M and Bright back?

Kong says several times that Arthit can punish him, then he irons Arthit's clothes. If this show would just lean into the kink of it all, I would embrace everything about it. If Kong could just be a masochist dom, I would be delighted. JAPAN, COME HERE RIGHT NOW! Fuck remaking Love in the Air! Remake this kinky shit instead!

This is what a sado sub looks likes and Japan would know exactly what to do with him. Now I'm mad that I'm watching the babygirl-fication of a perfectly good jerk.

Well hello there you two! You wanna make out before going to the hospital? Maybe keep it all a secret from everybody else? I'm so pissed that I can't remember this plot now because I don't think they will be a thing BUT THEY WOULD BE PERFECT!

And I'm still rooting for my boy M to get his best friend since unlike Arthit, M can at least acknowledge that his friend is pretty to his face. No internalized homophobia here but probably because M isn't even a homo. I've sailed ships with less.

😬🥴🙃 Thank you subtitler for keeping the word. It's important. So are the looks that I'm taking personally. And BRIGHT IS THE ONE TO SAY IT! So I like M now and only M. Everyone can eat dirt and choke.

Arthit's nickname means warmth? I'm starting to remember why I forgot this show. Like Celine Dion, "It's All Coming Back to Me Now"

And I hate it.

[sanjisblackasswife]

So I forgot who it was (I’m so sorry if u see it pls lmk and I’ll tag u) but the person re logged this drawing I did and said “Imagine Sanji telling her how much he loves her skin “ and something else I forgot BUT I UNDERSTOOD. So imma do it rn so here is some Soft Sanji.

“Just As You Are” Sanji x Black Fem Reader (Fluff)

CW: Mentions of racism/colorism/Verbal Abuse/Mental Health, Very much fluff, Reader is insecure and sad, happy ending

It was always different.

How people looked at you, how you weren’t the “ideal” woman. Was it your hair? The way you dress? How you talk?

Maybe it was your skin.

You grew up not loving your self. You were adopted into a family that treated you as if you weren’t even human, you were constantly talked about your melanin, you weren’t beautiful, so many disrespectful comments and mockery of you being black it made you not accept the true love the Strawhats gave you. They didn’t care if you were black, white, yellow, or blue they love you for you!

Especially a certain cook.

You’ve had a few episodes of panic attacks when all eyes were on you, you had the internal fear of being ridiculed for your appearance. Sanji noticed this immediately when you first joined and tried to convince you in his own way that you are beautiful but you were stubborn you didn’t want to hear it.

You shunned many people in your life due to this, took a very long time for you to even wear more comfortable clothing exposing your features, your skin. You often wore big hoodies or huge clothing in general. The girls welcomed you in with open arms and day by day they helped you get over this doubt you have in yourself.

Today wasnt a good day though. You just came back on the ship, legs exhausted from running, hair in a tangles mess from running into some bushes, you were covered in dirty and blood, not sure if it was yours or that man you kicked around.

“Oh! Y/N! Y/N! My love?!” Sanji ran over to you in a panic immediately holding your weakened body. “What happened who did this?!”

You shook your head it was too embarrassing to even think about, “I just need to sleep.”

“N-no you cant your head!” Sanj took out a napkin from his jacket and placed it on your bleeding forehead. Thats probably why you felt so tired. He walked you back to his room where he had a small couch for you to lay on his lap. He had a small first aid kit to help you since Chopper was gone with everybody else.

Sanji was furious on who could have possibly done this to you. He bit his tongue as you groaned in pain.

“I thought you were with the girls?” He asked taking the leaves stuck in your hair.

“I wanted to be by myself for a moment..that’s all…and then I encountered some assholes…doesn’t matter though…apparently my kind isn’t welcomed here.”

“Y/N—“

“Sanji.”

Sanji’s been very aware of the treatment you’ve gotten in the past by ignorant people when you all were in public. If you all weren’t being chased or fighting every once in a while you and you alone would get stared and not so loud whispers about how

“Different“ you were from Nami and Robin.

Sanji never understood it, Never understood how someone can look at a person’s skin or race or culture or features and be so hateful? What have you done to deserve such treatment?

Nothing. You didn’t deserve it.

Sanji cleaned you up in silence, but it was killing him not to speak his mind to you, “Here…” He sat up and got in front of you to take out anything else from your hair. “Gatta make sure I get all of it.”

Your eyes felt like they were burning as you fiddled with your thumbs. Fighting back the urge to cry, Your chest felt heavy. You were tired and ready to shin everything and body from you after he was done. They’re all the same. Nothing will ever change with how people treat you.

Like clock work Sanji looked down to see a tear fall on your fist. Before you could wipe it off he gently moved his finger under to ur chin so you can look up at him. It was like his heart sank seeing you so broken in the eyes.

“Y/N…”

Without anymore words exchanged he grabbed you into a soft embrace. Your face was buried in his shoulder finally breathing out the tears you needed to release. It was painful to him to hear you like this. He wish he would have been there those assholes would never had a chance to hurt you. His head started to pound from the frustration, so many what if’s. What if they done worse? What if they took you? What if he just could have been there?

Your cries dies down and the sounds were replaced with Sanji’s quickened heart beat. You felt maybe because he is holding you—a woman— he’s probably trying to not bleed all over you. Rolling your eyes at the thought you pulled back and was greeted to him instead with his glossy eyes.

“You’re so Beautiful Y/N…” He spoke out searching your eyes, “you are. I’m more than sorry this happened to you. ….I’m sorry this has been going on for so long . I’m sorry you haven’t been treated the way you needed. I’m sorry you couldn’t come to me when you feel anything less than perfect, I’m sorry for not reminding you enough how stunning you are, how worth of a life you are, how….”

“I’m sorry for not loving you enough.”

You blinked. It was so much emotion poured into what saying was professing to you, you couldn’t process it all you just looked away embarrassingly not wanting to believe him.

“You don’t mean —-“

“It’s more than a belief Y/N It’s a fact. “ Sanji wiped your tear stained cheek. He needed you to understand who you really are, and how much you meant to him. “I promise. To this day Y/N. I won’t ever allow any asshole to make you hate who you are. Your skin is just how God intended it to be and its so Heavenly.”

“You don’t ever feel like you need to apologize or feel animosity about this beautiful body you’re in. Because I love it.”

He kissed your hands looking into your eyes. It wasn’t the same how he usually does it, full of indescribable lust, but it was lawful. It was real.

It made you feel shy quite actually.

“I love you.”

You cried a little chuckling at the floor. You didn’t have much to say back because you were still fighting in your mind if you believe him or not.

“I love you, Too Sanji.”

His smile was also a sign of relief, in the back of his mind he felt like he maybe over stepped his boundary with you, but you welcomed him. You welcomed his compliments.

You took a bath Sanji drew for you and he went to your room to clean up a bit and fix you your favorite dinner. As you were relaxing the cook had some spare time after making your meal, the girls came back and told Sanji about what happened and the men that harassed you.

Needless to say during that time Sanji went out for a smoke break to handle some business.

[ihavenothingtodo10220]

ꨄFirst and Lastꨄ

⁺˚*･༓☾ [ Jeon Jungkook x Gn!Reader fanfic ]

╰┈➤ ❝ [ The first and last times you ever saw Jeon Jungkook, the person you knew since you were thirteen, the person who loved you until he won his heart when you were seventeen. The person you cruelly broke up with when you were twenty-two. The person who never stopped loving you, no matter how much it hurt, and the person you could still never forget. ] ❞

╰┈➤ ❝ [ Note: All ages in this fic are based on Korean Age. ] ❞

⁺˚*･༓☾ [ Word Count: 1080 ]

⁺˚*･༓☾ [ Contains: Childhood Romance, First Love, Breakups via text, ghosting, slight age gap (Two years) older Y/N ]

⁺˚*･༓☾ [ Most things other than the meetings themselves are very vague, as the focus are their first and last meetings. I MAY make a follow up tackling more of the relationship. Maybe. ]

The first and last times you ever saw Jungkook were similar, so much so you could argue they were essentially the exact same. And yet...They were so, so different.

The two of you met when you got off of that plane, stepping foot into Korea for the first time in your life at only thirteen years old, because your parents decided to ship you off there to be away and live with their old friends. You were scared, and you were alone. The only solace you had was you knew the language, as your mother was born in Korea herself, but you knew nothing else about your mother's home country.

You took one shaky breath in, and another breath out, wandering through the airport in search of where you were supposed to go. You were traveling alone, which was...Scarily unsafe, actually, but your parents had never exactly been...Responsible ones.

You wandered around for a while, until your eyes finally caught sight of a sign, reading 'Welcome to Korea, Y/N!' in Korean. You liked to believe you were the only Y/N entering Korea that day, but you couldn't exactly be sure. You didn't know what the family you'd be staying with while you're in Korea until...Further notice would look like.

You stood there for a few seconds, internally debating on whether or not to go over, before they seemed to notice you and the two parents immediately started grinning, approaching you where you stood.

"Are you Y/N by any chance? Y/N L/N? Eun-Hee's daughter?" Asked the mother, to which you nodded. You gazed at her, fidgeting with your sleeve and shifting your weight from foot to foot.

"Yes, I'm Y/N...Its nice to meet you Ajumma." You greeted her with a shaky voice. You knew your Korean was good, as you were speaking it since birth alongside English, but even if it was...Tied for your first language, you still sometimes forgot things, or didn't pronounce certain words properly. And that was scary to think about to you, as you didn't want to accidentally mess up your first impression.

"You look so much like your mother when she was your age." Smiled the woman, and her husband gave you a smile that mirrored hers. They both seemed kind and so warm, in a way that made you feel slightly at ease though not nearly as much as you'd like to be.

"This is our youngest son, Jungkook. Our eldest is in classes right now." Smiled the man, gesturing to a boy around your age, maybe a little younger, who was standing behind him and looking at you like you were an alien who just descended from a space ship, but he also had this awe-struck expression. "He's about two years younger than you. Our eldest is your age."

You gazed at Jungkook, who just gazed back at you, before giving a tiny wave and a small, shy smile.

"Hello..." Said Jungkook quietly, gazing at you with big, doe-like eyes.

You looked at him for a few more seconds, before giving him a  wide grin. He was...Absolutely adorable.

"Hi."

The last time the two of you met, was under different circumstances. The two of you had been close ever since you arrived—Attached at the hip even. At some point early on, that closeness developed into a childish bout of one-sided puppy love. And then that puppy love morphed into Jungkook at the ripe age of twelve deciding that he wanted to marry you when you were both older, and voicing that opinion to you. You thought it was cute.

And then, at some point, that morphed into you starting to catch feelings as well when he was around fifteen, and subsequently dating. Your relationship...It was strong, until it wasn't. Until he was too busy to spare you any time or even a text, and you were too fed up to put up with it anymore, and you broke up with him over text.

You broke up with him when he was twenty, and you were twenty-two, five years after you started dating in the first place. It was...An insensitive breakup, you supposed. A breakup that was effectively you texting him "I'm breaking up with you" and then not quite blocking him, but muting all notifications from him and deleting all messages. Essentially cutting him out of your life for good.

You moved back to your home country shortly after, where you stayed for many more years, until you came back to Korea for a friend's wedding many years later.

You stepped foot into Korea for the second time in your life, and the first since your breakup with Jungkook. You looked around, heading through the airport to where the bridal party would be waiting. You didn't know who else would be there, only that the couple was coming to pick you up.

Eventually you caught sight of the bride within a large group of people, all of which you recognized from highschool and the years following it. You grinned, approaching them.

"Y/N!" Gasped the bride, spotting you first and pulling you into a bear hug.

"Hi unnie." You laughed, squeezing her tight. "How've you been?"

"I couldn't be better." Grinned the bride, pulling you at arms length to inspect you. "You've gotten thinner, haven't you?"

"I'm the same weight I've always been, don't worry." You scoffed, playfully rolling your eyes.

"Dont give me that sass." She said, but her tone was still so playful.

That's about when your eyes locked onto another pair from behind her. Jungkook. A man you hadn't seen since you were twenty-two, eight years ago. He was entirely avoidable in America, luckily, and you'd only had to hear his music in passing a few times in ads, but other than that he's dropped from your radar. Until right now.

Jungkook looked at you as if you were an alien who'd descended right before his eyes. Yet this time...There was no awe in those wide eyes, just hurt, as a strained grin spread across his lips.

"Hello..." Said Jungkook quietly, gazing at you with big, doe-like eyes.

You looked at him for a few more seconds, before giving him an equally strained grin. It hurt seeing him again. Even if you were the one who ended it...You never quite lost those feelings you had.

"Hi."

[zvtara-was-never-canon]

“Everything must be about zutara for them” you have no idea, HOW right you are!

Like, there were some posts I saw translated to my mother tongue with titles like “what would Katara/Zuko/Mai/Aang gain from zutara” (really, these last two will be sooooooo happy losing their loved ones, suuuuuure). You can imagine what kind of nonsense they are even without reading them. Just one example: according to them, Mai will gain “a boyfriend who really likes her” – Kei Lo from the comics. Setting aside that the comics are trash, even in them Mai explicitly said that she does not love Kei Lo, so I suppose it doesn’t really matter for her if he loves her or not. She doesn’t even need this “price” that zutarians are pushing down her throat.

After seeing these for the first time, I giggled internally about “where are posts about what Momo/Mechanist/June/the cook/Sparky-Sparky-Boom Man/avatar Kyoshi/Lu Ten/the herbalist/Bosco/Smellerbee gain from zutara” and forgot about it. And recently I came across the post on tumblr where one person seriously asked what will Hakoda gain from zutara, and the other person seriously replied with about ten points of garbage. There are also posts about Kya (two, actually – about Katara’s mother and Katara’s daughter), Suki, Sokka, Toph, Iroh, Azula, Koh, Ozai, the cabbage merchant, Appa and Momo and maybe someone else too. And no, they aren’t joking (well, aside from Koh and the cabbage merchant – I’ll be generous here), people suggest the characters for the posts, like and repost this plenty. And yes, this all is complete bullshit – to say the least, most of the things spoken of the characters can gain just fine without any zutara, and the rest they either have already or don’t care about or don’t want at all. And so, so many characters Katara is supposed to look after and care about… but her caring about Aang is horrible for her, don’t you ever forget it.

They are really doing this, spirits, they are. I only checked it for fun, I did not really want any of it!

Okay, I’m running to get some popcorn and throw up a little. Can’t be late for a “Sparky-Sparky-Boom Man gain” post.

God, I HATE those kinds of posts, not just from Zutarians, but even for some ships I like. Very few ships do genuinely, single-handedly, improve a narrative as a whole AND THAT'S OKAY!

A ship can just be "I think they look good together" or "Their interactions are fun, if they date they're gonna interact more, so I want them together." A ship can make sense narratively AND not be 100% necessary for said narrative to be good and coherent by itself.

And, obviously, as I have said many times, I do genuinely believe Zutara would have made the show worse if it had happened because:

1 - Zuko and Katara are clearly incompatible, so their romance would feel like a waste of time to me, even if it wasn't endgame.

2 - Legend Of Korra more than proved Bryke CANNOT write love triangles well. We really dodged a bullet when they decided "You know what, lets make Toph a badass blind girl instead of a buff dude and cut the love triangle with her, Katara and Aang completely", let's not put ourselves in front of the gun willingly, please.

[jiminsass-istant]

tae already asked them to get out of their imagination

Then the next day he regretted it and tell them that jk is sleeping next to him

And who told you that he regretted it? Or did you come to that conclusion yourself?

Thanks for your ask anon. I've been thinking of doing a deep dive on Tae's personality for some time now.

IS TAE-A-KOOKER?

How is Tae telling them to get out of their imagination and telling jk is sleeping next to him related?

If he calls tkker's to get out of imagination, doesn't that already establish that jk is his bro and friend? Have we not seen jk and tae sleeping next to each other on camera before?

Do you think Tae, jimin and jk have the time to do the mental gymnastics shippers do?

When Tae kept Jimin around for more than half of his fan meet, was he promoting Vmin then? He made Jimin sit down in front of the whole crowd and made everybody sing HBD. If I didn't know they were friends, I would think it was boyfriend behaviour. And mind you, Vmin is a more significant ship than TK in Korea.

🔆Do you think Tae reads the multiple delusional threads in english on insta and twitter? He can't read medium to advanced level English, period.

🔆Tae has always been an impulsive person since the beginning. Be it interviews, saying unhinged stuff, being romantic towards members for no reason, revealing jk-jm are hanging out in the dead of the night. Entering jk's room during a live when JK was naked in Osaka. Asking James Corden to touch Jimin's thighs on national television, no..INSISTING on it multiple times while RM just sat there embarassed. You forgot when he went live while being drunk with Jimin, WHILE JK was already live? Hybe intern must have pulled their own hairs when that happened.

_🔆The taekook page Tae recently posted from has military pics from private sources, completely illegal to be posted in public. While Tae and the members clearly do not want their privacy invaded during military. (Hybe almost sued camp app). If Tae had checked the page once, he wouldn't have posted. But man has no media training recently, so he posted without even checking the source. The same way he posts from fansites, airport pics, posts AI pics etc.

Can you imagine any other BTS member being that impulsive? Apart from JK? No. That's why they are 'partners in crime'. Always getting scolded together.

You need to understand the dynamics members have with each other from official content. Not from shipping spaces or solo spaces.

Now, let's look at some of the early impressions of Tae on the members -

- 'alien','we used to fight a lot' in Jimin's words

-'i knew he wouldn't listen to me' - RM when he met V

-'difficult to understand' - Suga

- ' in his own world' - Jin

But Jungkook -

' helped me get out of my shell'

And finally me-

" Tae reminds me of my cousin who people around me used to think was a 'special kid' because of his weird behaviour, but he was perfectly normal, just different "

And let's not forget this reaction by knetz when V was singing along to a song of a group he liked during an encore. People accused him of making fun of the song, when it was actually one of his favourite songs. He was just so lost in singing with exaggerated expressions,that too on national tv, on stage- that people mistook it for rude behaviour and he was harrased by netizens.

I cannot count the no. of times Tae has been misunderstood at this point.

Why is Tae like this?

Would jhope post from a random account without checking? Would RM? Would Jimin ever do that?? No. They are the real adults of the group. Taekook are the children. Tae - the prime trouble maker, Jungkook who gets in the flow with him.

I unfortunately also have to remind you of the durag incident Tae had during his live. Do you think he did that to offend a community? He is simply ignorant. (Which is a problem). Isn't that a much more scandalous thing than posting from a shipper account? Just because he makes mistakes, doesn't mean he shouldn't be held accountable. And i do INSIST that his manager needs to organize media lessons for him ASAP.

FINAL THOUGHTS-

It is clear as day, he's just impulsive and doesn't have the intentions you are making up in your head. Stop behaving like tkkers, anon. They are the worst breed, don't stoop to their level.

The members took their time to understand him, and so should you. No one is a saint, but Tae has never come across as a vile person who would sabotage his own group member. He's impulsive, mischievous, different, creative and very talented.

In suga's words from suchwita-"Taehyung would sulk when he's not given what he wants, so we started fulfilling all his wishes".

Why would he want people to hate on Jimin, lol? It's so funny to even think of that. Haven't you seen their love for each other throughout the years? It honestly surpasses TK bond. Infact do you know why V said ' i only have you' and ' you were the one who cried with me' to Jimin? Because jimin understands him. Even better than jungkook. I have even seen instances when Tae is ignored during conversations, but then jimin is listening to him, drawing everyone's attention to Tae. Jimin is precious to Tae, ngl.

And why would he want beef with Jimin when they all want to get back together in 2025? If they had some issues, wouldn't RM interfere first, as the leader? Why the hell is Tae always texting jimin, searching up Jimin AI pics, asking to be in a reel with Jimin? Drinking with Jimin? Why does Jimin want Tae at his own fan event? Why is Jimin feeling up Tae's torso when he learnt he's working out? There's literally no evidence of Tae being vile to Jimin. You think they are that good actors?

Believe me, vminkook don't give a fuck about the delulu shipping discourses or vile shippers. You know why? Because they are not the ARMY that they recognize. Hybe or the members will never address shippers. They will show bromance for sure, but no direct call outs.

But you know who directly addressed shippers? The only one to ever do that? KIM TAEHYUNG.

And he had shut them down!

[chromatic-lamina]

Hi! You seem quite knowledgeable in this, so I though you might be the right person to ask: I'm trying to find some nice heart pirates fics with them as family doing shenanigans/general stuff. Most of the fics I've found in the Heart Pirates tag in ao3 revolve around a ship involving law and the hearts are just background characters who barely do anything, which isn't what I'm looking for. Do you have any recommendations? (I've already read some of your works, but if you want to recommend those that's good too!)

Platonic Heart Pirates Fics Rec List

Wow! huge compliment.

Yeah, I wouldn't classify myself as a Hearts Pirates writer, but I do write them. I think my best characterisations of them are in my multi-chaptered works, but they're super dark, and the Hearts aren't the focus (but boy do they shine when they get the chance!).

You've probably come across my Bepo's one shots and drabble collection. There's a few shippy pieces in there, but they're clearly marked. Most are just the crew, although focus on the main four. This was also done for the Hearts' Pirates Week, so covers all named crew members (up to that point). This one shot is surprisingly popular: Dark like the North Blue Sea (aka The Sea-Hill you Die On), and you might have come across the Straw Hat and Heart Pirates crews intermingling in this fic featuring Bepo and Chopper. I'm also guessing that you probably saw the piece I wrote for the op summer festival zine: Sun Path Ozoni. An earlier version of that is in Bepo's collection! There's also Bepo's Beptober, which features everyone, but I wouldn't really say explores them in depth!

Okay, RECS!

Any of the fics with the Hearts Pirate tag by @op-sheepy Here's a link to their AO3 dash. There are quite a few Heart Pirate drabbles on their tumblr page too.

@itsxandy 's work, stormy weather, is criminally under-read. That's 22,2221 amazing words on Law's dynamic with the crew in the polar tang in close quarters. Not necessarily happy families, but, oof, it's good. Even a very plausible theory put forward for the recruitment of Clione, I think! Or maybe Uni.

Dragon_in_a_Cypress_swamp has 6 amazing Hearts & Trafalgar Law fics too. Really good (I haven't read all, but what I have read just blows me away).

This is not a place of honor by Hyperbolic Reverie (I'm not guaranteeing that all the fics are sweet). And you've probably come across

the devil knows how to row by fab_ia, is set in Law Novel land, but with flashbacks to Law's time with the Donquixote Family. It's a work in progress. But very good. The author is keats on twitter, and I think one of the guest writers for the up coming Hearts zine. Their AO3 actually has a few Hearts' fics I want to pick through.

Dunno if this counts, but the Scrubs AU with Penguin and Shachi as Law's interns, and Bepo as a trusty nurse is both hilarious and poignant. @thegrimshapeofyoursmile

Cal14's recently been uploading some of their tumblr pieces.

@slashseeker (not getting their blog come up) has some platonic stuff on their AO3 page (their slash is pretty good too though!).

And that's about all I know for now. I'm sure you've read / been pointed towards the big collection: Tales from the Heart.

Almost forgot! If you go through @purplehairedwonder 's page, towards the start of beginning to write OP (so second page), there are about 5 fics that I'd classify as Heart centric, or the Hearts seen through Law's eyes. Not necessarily shenanigans though.

It is a ship fic, and it started before a lot of the Heart Pirates were named, but razbliuto's Methyl Nitrate Pirates really builds character and crew (and it's funny). @fablecore

Hope it helps! Sorry to anyone I've forgotten. Thanks for the ask! Let me know how they go.

Remember all, drop a kudos and comment if the fics strike your fancy❤️ Makes a Heart Pirates Heart loving Heart beat heartier.

[quietbluejay]

Vengeful Spirit 4

three very different people

severian: international man of mystery

not that much mystery what's bror's problem though, doesn't seem like it's some kind of sacred knowledge

something about this seems sus

you heard it here first folks the emperor gave birth to all of the primarchs

oh boy more biowarfare crimes rip the megafauna ;-;

oh boy so what is the White Naga "the Illuminator" waiiiiit a sec

wait a sec

Fulgrim, that you?

that's something all right

innnteresting

Raeven somehow manages to snap out of it

owo?

uh that's a take, all right i guess…if it works…?

wild absolutely wild and now back to alivia

the "good guys" screwing themselves over repeatedly with this stuff huh also more parent-child stuff weird how we don't really do anything with the emperor and horus' relationship here time for alivia to tell some stories to her daughters

oh???

owo yeah I'm doing the whole story

(also the kid is definitely written a lot younger than 12) ah yes 40k where there are demons but no angels

oh hey it's the Snow Queen! (not going to post the rest) (but what was up with the Murder reference again)

and now back to Horus

geraddon: khornates are just built like that (gerradon: it's because they're corny) he didn't say that but i felt it appropriate

on another note im shooketh that horus actually gets some pov bits in a series named after him who'da thunk! i bet it you put together all the books that dorn would have the most pov sequences just a vibe lmao

not even daemons enjoy erebus

yeah but they're very good at getting in

owo so horus knows about loken and the guys on the ship uhhhh

y...andere Horus?

yikes

this family is a giant mess no matter who comes out on top it's going to be bad (albard is raeven's older brother. who raeven + his mother and wife tortured for years) welp rip raeven and lyx annnd back to loken who is having a crisis of conscience about fighting his former brethren

oh yeah i forgot the remembrancers did that mural when they were bored loken: i don't want to see that. cover it up, no one wants to see that also severian sevatar sevatarion i'm connecting the dots there's a certain similarity of personality here and also a little tactics cayne: loken i think you have ptsd, you shouldn't be on this mission once again he's right and should say it

loken is not beating the allegations

i'll be honest the whole battle sequence kind of just…goes on there's so much of it

abaddon is having fun which surprises himself there's a whole bunch of cases of regular humans (or even in one case a chaos cultist! okay, one chaos cultist and the rest are blood angels who don't really count as regular humans but basically should for soul purposes) telling daemons where to stuff it setting up something as inevitable and in your blood and then you say no

[real-life-cloud]

18 and your choice of ship?

hiii sorry this took so long!! i decided to pick momojirou ♥ i listened exclusively to rain ambience mixes of animal crossing music and p5 music while writing this lol

you can real the drabble on ao3 -> here

you can see the prompt list -> here

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Prompt 18: Walking Home wordcount: 1.4k

During their final period for the day, Kyouka started to hear raindrops on the roof of UA. She doubted the others heard it—aside maybe Shouji—but her sensitive ears certainly did.

Internally, she cursed. She didn't bother checking the weather that morning, and didn't have an umbrella. 'Hopefully,' she thought, 'if I'm lucky, the rain will pass quickly.'

Jirou Kyouka wasn't known for being lucky.

That rainy, gloomy Thursday afternoon was no different. By the time she was about to leave, it had turned into a full-on downpour.

She could ask a classmate to share, or see if anyone had a spare. But an anxious and uncomfortable feeling swirled around in her gut at the thought of doing so. It was the first week of school, she barely knew any of them. What if they thought she was being too familiar with them? She fidgeted with her audio jacks as she watched the rainfall.

'No one is going to hate me for forgetting an umbrella.' She mentally reassured herself. It did nothing to get rid of the feeling.

"Wow, it's really coming down…" A voice to her left startled her out of her thoughts.

She turned to see Yaoyorozu staring out into the rain as well. A folded umbrella lay in her hands, as she was a smart person who probably checked the weather every day.

She really was so smart. And beautiful, and competent, and tall. Not that that was all it took for her to get a crush. She did not have a crush. Probably. She barely knew the girl. They hadn’t properly talked outside of a brief introduction. Who knew if she even remembered Kyouka’s name.

Yaoyorozu cocked her head to the side, her pretty black hair swaying along with it. It looked so glossy, yet never greasy. "Did you not bring an umbrella, Jirou?" 

"Ah, well." Kyouka faltered, feeling embarrassed. That answered one question. "I forgot to check the weather this morning, heh." She laughed.

Yaoyorozu's brows knit together, "You're a highschooler now, you really should be remembering things like this!" She chided, sounding more like a teacher than a student.

Kyouka's eyes fell to the floor. Of course it was one of her most responsible—and gorgeous—classmates that found her like this. She felt her face heat up.

A beat of silence, then, "Sorry, I didn't mean to, um, what I meant was-" Yaoyorozu sighed, clearly flustered. "You… walk to the nearest station, don't you, Jirou?"

Kyouka nodded dumbly.

"I could walk you there; if you wanted, that is."

Kyouka nodded again, more enthusiastically. Then, she finally remembered to speak, "If you don't mind."

She smiled, "Not at all." Then she opened up the umbrella and they stepped into the downpour together.

She was so close to her. She even smelled nice—like fresh cotton. Kyouka inhaled sharply when their shoulders brushed. God, this was so stupid. Was this really all it took for her to get a crush?

Yaoyorozu closed her eyes and inhaled, "I do love the smell of rain, though. Don't you?" She suddenly asked with a smile.

Kyouka fumbled for a moment, but only a moment. "Uh, yeah! Yeah, though, I think it's even better in the fall 'cause it, like, the leaves-"

"It mixes with the smell of fallen leaves! I feel exactly the same." She cut in excitedly. She was so cute that Kyouka couldn't even be upset at being cut off.

Kyouka giggled. Giggled. In what world did she ever giggle? “Yeah.”

Okay, it was definitely a crush.

They walked slowly, and Kyouka was glad for it. In part because her legs were much shorter than Yaoyorozu's, but also because it gave them more time together. Students around them were walking home, too. Some slowly, others running without umbrellas with the hope that if they were fast enough, they wouldn’t get too wet. Kyouka was almost one of them, a few minutes prior.

Green leaves poked through the pink cherry blossom trees, it would be summer before they knew it. She much preferred spring. As she looked around, she noticed the rain getting lighter.

She looked up at Yaoyorozu only to find her already looking back. They both quickly looked away.

Was Yaoyorozu just as curious about her? She bit the inside of her cheek at the thought—no, she shouldn’t get her hopes up like that. ‘Seriously Kyouka, you just realized you even have a crush on her…’ She chastised herself.

The rain, much gentler than before, filled the silence between them.

Yaoyorozu spoke up first. She cleared her throat daintily, “I apologize for earlier, I didn’t mean to start scolding you like that. I’m not your mother, or even your upperclassman! Sorry about that.” She said, sounding formal even when she looked embarrassed.

She was still worried about that? God, she was cute. “Hey, it’s fine, dude. I mean, I should know better by now—this used to happen all the time in middle school!” Kyouka laughed and tried for a reassuring smile, but Yaoyorozu just looked even more troubled. Her pace slowed then stopped.

“Goodness, would you just run in the rain? Didn’t you get sick?” She asked with a hand clutched on her chest.

Kyouka’s laugh turned more awkward, “Yes and yes.”

Even Yaoyorozu’s appalled face was cute. Her brows scrunched together and her hand shot up to cover her mouth—like a worried little granny, except she was a pretty, teenage girl. “Well, I’m glad I ran into you, then.” She huffed, then began to walk again.

Kyouka hummed as she followed suit, “Me too.”

“If you ever forget in the future, I can walk you to the station again. We can’t have you getting sick—every day of training is important!” She scolded, sounding older than she was yet again.

Kyouka laughed, “You sound like a teacher.”

The taller girl blushed at her teasing, “I don’t mean to…”

Kyouka continued to giggle, and the tension between them softened.The rain was slowing down to a drizzle, but Kyouka silently, selfishly hoped they stayed under the umbrella anyway.

Yaoyorozu changed the subject to schoolwork, and Kyouka found that talking to her was actually pretty easy. Especially when none of her other classmates were there to make fun of how obviously infatuated she was with the girl.

The train station came into view, and Kyouka repressed a sigh. Had they really gotten there so soon? On any other day, she’d be thankful for the short trip. But she worried—what if this easy closeness was confined under their umbrella? What if Kyouka came to school the next day and suddenly she didn’t know how to talk to her anymore? She didn’t want it to end.

But eventually, they made it to the train station doors. The two of them ducked under the covered entrance, but Kyouka noticed Yaoyorozu lag behind her. She turned to give her a questioning look, “Aren’t you coming inside?”

“Oh, no.” She tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, “No, I get picked up by car, actually, so this is where we part ways.”

For a moment, she just stared. Then it set in.

“You didn’t have to walk me the whole way!” She blurted out, waving her hands in a flustered motion. Why didn’t she think of that? Everyone knew Yaoyorozu was a rich girl, of course she got picked up by car.

Kyouka was so busy in her own head that she didn’t notice the other girl step forward, and jolted in surprise when she grabbed her hand. Her hands were so soft, her nails perfectly manicured. Her fingertips were cold.

“I wanted to.” She said, oddly serious. Her expression melted into a smile that had Kyouka’s chest swirling. “I never get to walk home with friends, it was nice. So don’t worry about it, okay? I already texted my chauffeur to pick me up here instead.”

A sleek black car pulled up, perfectly on time. Yaoyorozu gestured to the vehicle as if to say, “See?”

A mustached man in a suit emerged from the driver’s side to open the backseat door for her with a bow. She was rich rich, huh? Yaoyorozu thanked the man politely, then turned back to Kyouka one last time. “It was nice talking to you, Jirou. I hope we can get to know each other better.”

Kyouka stammered out a, “Me too.” And then she was driving away.

She decided right then: she was never going to bring an umbrella to school again.

[darkkbluee]

Your Top 5 ships? :3

Hi there, so nice to see you in my inbox again <3

My top 5 ships, hmm? Let's start with the death note ones:

Lawlight: What can I say, enemies to lovers is my favorite. And these two are the best at it, so iconic that they could even be enemies and lovers.

Near/Sayu: Listen, I know these two don't ever meet in canon. But there is something so right about it. Sayu is Light's younger sister, Near can be considered the youngest of L's successors. They both have that younger sibling energy that fits so well together. They can even get together and bitch about their respective older sibling/guardian who are hopelessly stupid in love and then laugh about it too. I ship it.

L/Light/Misa: When two people obsessed with the same person take a look at their love rival and go "huh, I'm impressed at how you chase, we also have a lot in common, how about we get together and enlighten (heh) the one in denial?"

Remisa: Rem is Misa's constant companion and support and I believe if they had been given enough time together, Misa could have come to love and appreciate that too. This is, probably, the healthiest relationship in my ships, given that it's based on a solid foundation (of Gelus's sacrifice), and emotions over time.

A/B: I could have put mellodramatic here. The only reason A and B are here is because, well, they're a mystery with a lot of available fill-in-the-blanks-of-our-love-story. We know A died and B ran away soon after. It leads to conclusion that A mattered so much to B that B could drop everything Wammy's orphanage offered (the private education, the support structure, the connections, the money, a bright future, everything) just because A died. Imo, that takes a lot. A lot. The tragedy of their shrodinger's love story has me place them at fifth place over melodramatic.

Other ships:

I love death note but! I do have ships from other fandom that would be in the top 5 above if it weren't for the fact that most ppl expect to see a death note post on my blog. So, here's other ships below

Naruto and Sasuke (and Sakura): Using an 'and' instead of a slash or a ship name because apparently, the order of the slash is important? I think Naruto and Sasuke have a lot of chemistry and they should get together and elope together away from Konoha lmao. And and and, add Sakura in there. Sakura is determined, driven and obsessive enough to put even the biological Uchiha obsession and Uzumaki energy to shame. She wanted an Uchiha and she got herself an Uchiha, no matter a few literal Gods in her path. They all three deserve each other, to be together and have an happy ever after. Romantic or platonic, I ship them together as a Team <3

Tomarry: No, listen. In Chamber of Secrets, in the book, Harry calls Tom Riddle handsome three times. It's like he took one look at Diary Tom and forgot any word except 'handsome' existed. In Half Blood Prince, when Harry sees the pensive memories, his thoughts about Tom Riddle are all "he's going to grow up to be handsome", "even at this age, he was handsome", "his features were waxy and skin too pale but he was still a handsome man". You see? You get it? All Ginny gets is 'nice skin' and 'nice teeth', Cho Chang gets 'shiny hair'. Tom fucking Riddle gets "so handsome i forget any other word exists oh sorry you were saying Professor Dumbledore?" The movie has a lot of good scenes but it takes away Harry's internal narration that makes me me think he's so gay for Tom Riddle.

Sherliam: I don't know if you've seen Moriarty The Patriot. It's an anime adaptation of the Sherlock books with its own twist. I love it. And the Sherlock/Moriarty (William Moriarty, to be specific) is so blatant. They don't need an on-screen kiss, their chemistry is so good. Sherlock is determined to save William from himself and William is determined to martyr himself to save the world. It's so tender, I can't <3

Wangxian: wei wuxian and lan wanji have such character development, relationship development, such pining and longing and then such shamelessness, I love them. They're relationship goals, once they fix their communication misunderstanding.

[lowlylux]

I am a Sinner (You are a Saint)

Chapter Two | Scaramouche

Ship: HeiKazuScara

Rating: E

Status: In Progress

Word Count: 3.3k

Description:

“You shall be cast out of the heavenly realm indefinitely.”

Kunikuzushi feels arms grab his own as he is forced to his feet. He struggles, keeping his eyes on his mother only. “Mother! Don’t let them do this!” The guards continue to drag him away, even if it is a struggle. “Mother!” He knows the gate to the human realm is growing closer to him. The more time passes, the less chance he has to escape. But the divine never back out of their decisions…never. He looks to his mother one last time, hoping that she at least looks at him. But her gaze refuses to meet his own.

When he is finally cast out, the air rushing past his entire body, he could only visualize his mother’s pained expression.

He has never felt so alone…

Ao3 Link

Heizou can barely keep his eyes open as he continues to stare at the unknown…whatever it is that is currently sleeping on his couch.  Kazuha has since dozed off, head resting in Heizou’s lap in a way that he initially smiled at.  However, it has been about an hour, and his legs are falling asleep.  So, unfortunately, not as cute anymore.

Shame.

He glances at the clock, confirming that it is far past midnight, a fact that he didn’t want to be true.  He had hoped that their guest would have awoken by now, but alas, the…male has been asleep this entire time.  Heizou groans internally, foreseeing the sheer amount of coffee he is going to be required to consume just to function at work.  It is never a good idea to go to work exhausted, but with his career?  It could get him killed if he’s not careful.

However, he is not about to fall asleep with a stranger in his house, especially when Kazuha is here.  He has seen far too many cases in his lifetime where being trusting can get you murdered, so he refuses to even take the chance.  

When he senses movement, the first thing Heizou does is wake up his boyfriend.  Kazuha grumbles in response, rubbing his eyes as he slowly wakes from whatever dream he was in the middle of, thus showing Heizou yet another adorable action that Kazuha does unintentionally.  However, Heizou shakes his head in an attempt to clear those thoughts from his mind.  Their guest is waking up, that is what is important.

Their guest stirs a little before his eyes shoot open.  Heizou observes how the person sits up quickly before immediately hissing in pain.  The stranger attempts to stand next, predictably falling in a rather ungraceful manner.  Heizou would have laughed if it wasn’t for the situation at hand.  “Who are you?” Heizou asks, carefully keeping a hand wrapped around Kazuha’s arm just in case he needs to push the man to safety.

“Where am I?” The person asks, their voice cracking.  They reach toward their throat, wincing in pain.

“You’re in Inazuma city…well the outskirts of it at least,” Kazuha says, sitting up.  Heizou assumes Kazuha did such an action to view the person easier, as it is something Heizou would do.  

The stranger widens their eyes, looking at both men in a way that Heizou could only describe as a mix of panic and dismay.  “I’m on earth?”

Heizou immediately has to push the idea away that the person in front of him is an alien.  He doubts they are…but that doesn’t stop him from thinking about it at first.  “What is your name?” Heizou rephrases his previous question, yet receives no response once more.

“I didn’t…why.  Why did this happen?” The stranger rambles on, much to the confusion of both Kazuha and Heizou as neither party understands the context.  “I wanted to help…”

“Help with what?” Kazuha asks gently, reaching out to the stranger in an attempt to hold their hand, only as a means of comfort, but is greeted with the stranger jerking away from him.  “What happened to you?”

The stranger looks to Kazuha as if he forgot that either of them were there.  “Why didn’t mother help?  She always does…why?”

Kazuha, even though he was just met with an action that proves the stranger doesn’t want to be interacted with, ignores any previous signs and takes a seat right next to them.  He avoids touching them, instead placing a hand near them.  “I would love to help you…but we need you to answer a few questions first.  Is that okay?”  The stranger stares at him with wide eyes before slowly nodding, not dropping his gaze.  “Alright,” Kazuha says while smiling.  “First off, can you tell us where you came from?”

The stranger points upwards.  

Heizou can only scream at the stranger internally at that moment.  No shit.  However, he knows that it is not a good idea to provoke this person, especially when Kazuha is sitting right next to it.  

“Up there?” Kazuha asks, mimicking the movement.  “Does that mean you’re what…an angel?” He laughs, only stopping when the stranger doesn’t smile or show any sign of joking.  “Holy shit.”  Kazuha runs a hand through his hair, looking away from the…angel… for a moment, glancing at Heizou.  Neither of them know how to react to something like this.  “Are you hurt?  Well…obviously you’re hurt, but do you need anything?  Painkillers?  An ice pack?  A fall like that must have hurt.”

The stranger shakes his head.

“Okay,” Kazuha says while nodding his head, glancing at Heizou once more before going back to the stranger.  “Can you tell me your name?”

“It was Kunikuzushi.”

“Was?” Heizou pipes in, raising a brow at such a statement.  Honestly, this entire situation still feels ridiculous but he has to keep his cool for now.  

The stranger looks at him and for that moment, the world stops around Heizou as he stares at this person.  For this singular moment, it is like he believes everything this person says.  The stranger looks away nervously just as quickly as his attention focusing on Heizou in the first place.  

“When we are created, our creators grant us a name.  If we are cast out, we are stripped of that name.”

Heizou can quite literally see Kazuha’s expression softened due to such a statement.  “Can I call you Kunikuzushi?”

“For now I believe it is fine…at least until I find a new name.”

Kazuha smiles widely at Kunikuzushi, attempting to soothe him.  “Great, well, it’s nice to meet you Kunikuzushi.  My name is Kazuha.”  Kazuha then raises his hand, only to be greeted with a confused look from the angel.  “This is a handshake…it’s meant to represent a hello.”

“Oh…” Kunikuzushi says quietly, hesitantly reaching out and grasping Kazuha’s hand with his own.  Kazuha smiles encouragingly, even after both of them let go of the other’s hand.

Heizou cannot help but attempt to get Kazuha’s attention, which he is successful in doing.  Kazuha looks back toward Kunikuzushi for a moment, smiling softly.  “I’m going to go grab some ice for you okay?  You had quite the fall.” Kazuha says.  And with that, Kazuha stands up and beckons Heizou into the kitchen with him.  Once the door is closed, Heizou’s boyfriend immediately looks at him in confusion.  “What’s wrong?”

“Kazuha…” Heizou breathes out in disbelief.  “What are you doing?”

Once again, Heizou is greeted with a look of confusion.  “What do you mean?”

Heizou immediately points at the closed door, intending to be gesturing toward their newest guest.  “Why are you being so nice to him?  We should be trying to get information so we can send him on his way.”

“And where do you suppose he should go?”

“Not here!”

“Listen Heizou,” Kazuha says while rubbing his temples, “we can’t just let him go.  He’d be in danger.”

“How do you even know that?”

“Have you seen what he is?” Kazuha says, his voice a bit more raised.  “He’s hurt Heizou.”

And Heizou knows that Kazuha is right.  Honestly, at any other time he would be completely on board with what his boyfriend is saying.  They’ve never really disagreed on much before.  However, with the recent rise in crimes…he can’t help but feel nervous, even if the guest on his couch is a literal angel.  He leans on Kazuha, resting his forehead on his boyfriend’s shoulder as he lets out a sigh.  “What’s your read on him?”

“Excuse me?”

Heizou doesn’t raise his head as he speaks, continuing to rest on Kazuha.  He’s exhausted, simple as that.  “I trust your judgment.  So what do you think of him?  Is he going to murder us in our sleep?”

Heizou feels Kazuha sigh, shifting his weight distribution so that Heizou can still comfortably lean on him.  “I think he’s scared.  Maybe he will kill us in our sleep, but I doubt it will be tonight.”

Heizou lets out a chuckle at such a statement, appreciating the fact that Kazuha without fail always keeps his spirits up.  “Then he can stay.”

“Well I wasn’t going to take a no for an answer anyways, but I appreciate your consent.”

Heizou lifts his head, staring into Kazuha’s eyes for a moment with a small smile.  “How am I to trust you to be safe when you do things that I wouldn’t approve of?”

“When did I need your approval in the first place?” Kazuha retorts.

“I absolutely hate you sometimes, you know that?” Heizou says, pulling Kazuha into a small kiss that causes both parties to smile softly.  When they part, Kazuha leans forward, following Heizou for a moment before realizing.  “I’m sorry for fighting with you earlier.”

“Oh that?” Kazuha asks, grabbing Heizou’s face lightly and kissing him again.  “That was nothing, trust me.”

But Heizou still doesn’t like such an answer.  “I don’t like fighting with you Kazu…I’m just tired right now.  But I promise, I’ll make it up to you.”  Heizou doesn’t even know where the nickname came from.  When they started dating, he would just start using it once in a while, and it just stuck.  Kazuha never showed a dislike for the nickname, so Heizou never stopped using it.

”And I don’t doubt that one bit,” Kazuha says as he pulls Heizou closer to him.  The man absentmindedly fiddles with Heizou’s belt loops, an action that Heizou internally gushes about how adorable it is.  “I need to get our new friend some ice.”

“Then why aren’t you?”

“I’m a bit distracted right now,” Kazuha says before pressing his lips to Heizou’s once more.  Heizou has always loved his time with Kazuha, especially these moments.  He loves the softer moments, where they can just be in each other’s company without worry.  Whenever these moments are available, it always ends in hours being dedicated to just the two of them.  In those moments, it is just them, and nothing else matters.  

But alas, moments always have to end at one point, and when Kazuha intentionally steps away as if Heizou was this drug that Kazuha must avoid, Heizou’s thoughts clear.  He watches as Kazuha goes into the freezer and pulls out the large bag of ice.  Heizou stands there when his boyfriend picks up some ice cubes and wraps them in a cloth.  He even moves out of the doorway so that Kazuha can bring the ice to the new guest.

Heizou shakes his head in an attempt to gather his thoughts.  After all of this, it is already time for him to get ready for work, which he truly dislikes.  He wants to stay here, get more information, and get some sleep.  However, he cannot just skip work, especially when it is this close to the holidays.  

So, he goes upstairs without a word and changes into some fresh clothes.  Kazuha must have washed them, as they smell distinctly of Kazuha’s laundry detergent.  He then brushed his hair, pulling it into a loose ponytail that he definitely will need to tighten if he needs to investigate a crime scene.  He then ventures back downstairs, observing how Kazuha is hesitantly pressing the makeshift ice pack onto Kunikuzushi’s wings, removing it the moment the angel winces in pain.  

“I have to go,” Heizou says loud enough to get Kazuha’s attention.  

“Did you make yourself coffee?”

“I’ll buy some on the way,” Heizou says with a fake smile, genuinely feeling exhausted.  “I’ll be safe, don’t worry.”

“If you get too tired, come home immediately, understand?” Kazuha says, handing the ice pack to Kunikuzushi so that he can go back to his boyfriend.  “I don’t want to watch the news and find out you’re dead, Heizou.”

“You won’t,” Heizou says, glancing over to their guest.  “I’m trusting you to stay here.  Tell me Angel, do you plan on being difficult when staying here?”

Kunikuzushi stares at him for a moment, blinking slowly in reaction to simply being called ‘Angel’.  “I don’t plan to, no.”

Heizou merely nods, finding that to be sufficient.  “Okay then.”  And just like that, Heizou leaves to go to work

●•·•●

Kunikuzushi keeps a firm hand on the ice pack, currently helping with the pain in his wings.  It doesn’t help too much, but it’s something.  His mind is a jumbled mess, attempting to make sense of everything.  He didn’t expect to be cast out, especially not when attempting to warn others about a potential plot from the demonic realm.  He also didn’t expect to be welcomed into a human home.

He shouldn’t have said what he did when he woke up, that much is something he knows.  These two humans, even if they both seem genuinely kind, shouldn’t be brought into all of this.  They shouldn’t have knowledge of what Kunikuzushi expects is coming.

In the corner of his eye, he sees Kazuha approach him with a strange device.  Kazuha reminds Kunikuzushi of some people in the angelic realm.  Blond hair is common enough up there, with lighter hair actually being favored by most angels.  The human’s blond hair that is twisted into a messy side braid makes the man look kind, a strange opposite of the messy hair of Heizou that makes him look intimidating.  

“Hi,” Kazuha says softly, keeping Kunikuzushi from getting lost in his thoughts for too long.  “I have my laptop right here…do you know what a laptop is?”  Kunikuzushi shakes his head, not giving a verbal response.  Kazuha lets out a breath, which Kunikuzushi identifies as a good reaction, which eases his nerves slightly.  “Well, move over a bit.”

Kunikuzushi shifts further to the side of the sofa, wincing in pain but overall fully able to make room.  Kazuha offers a smile to him before placing down the laptop on the table in front of them both.  He opens the item, this laptop lighting up immediately.  The human proceeds to do something, and whatever Kunikuzushi was staring at changes instantly.

Kazuha clears his voice, causing Kunikuzushi to jump slightly at the noise but he quickly brushes it off.  “This is a laptop.  It’s an item that can let you go on the internet.”  Kazuha glances at Kunikuzushi for a moment before seemingly realizing that the angel doesn’t know what he’s talking about.  “The internet can allow you to research things.” Kunikuzushi looks at him in confusion, because he truly is confused.  “You wanted to figure out a new name, right?

Kunikuzushi stares at Kazuha for a moment, a look of surprise adorning his features.  “This is to help me find a new name?”

“Yeah!” Kazuha says, his features brightening immediately.  Honestly, with how he is acting, Kunikuzushi can’t help but smile as well, although it is a small one.  “Do you want to know how to work it?”  Kunikuzushi cannot help but nod.  He would love to show more appreciation, he really would, but he really doesn’t know how at the moment, especially with all that has happened.  “Okay, so you are going to want to type what you want to look up…you can read right?  I don’t know if angels have a different way of writing.”

“As angels, we are tasked to know practically every actively used human language.”

“Great,” Kazuha says at once, getting the laptop ready for Kunikuzushi to use.  Based on what Kunikuzushi notices, Kazuha is intentionally showing him everything he needs to do to actually work the thing.  When he notices this, his smile widens a bit more.  “Look up what you need to, okay?”

Kunikuzushi nods, turning toward the strange device.  He is still not completely sure how to work this thing, but he has always been a fast learner.  However, he feels a hand going through his hair for a moment before the sofa shifts once Kazuha jerks away.  “I’m sorry!” He says, looking shocked that he would do such a thing.

“It’s fine…”

“It’s just that your hair is so tangled…I shouldn’t have touched it, I apologize.”

“I said it is fine.”

“Your hair is really nice by the way!  I’ve never seen hair so long before-“

“Kazuha!” Kunikuzushi snaps, sending the human a look to just make him stop talking.  “It’s fine…it's all fine.”

Kazuha just nods, looking a bit dejected, causing Kunikuzushi’s stomach to plummet slightly.  He didn’t want to upset the human.  He never wanted to upset anyone.  But, Kazuha doesn’t know that.  And when Kazuha tells him that he will simply leave Kunikuzushi alone, Kunikuzushi feels guilty.

The angel holds his head in his hands for a while once the human leaves, wondering where he went wrong.  He doesn’t mean to be abrasive, but it seems as if he cannot help but fall upon his old ways.  However, he hesitantly grabs the laptop.

If Kazuha was kind enough to bring this to him, he might as well use it.

●•·•●

Kazuha didn’t hold any hard feelings toward Kunikuzushi for how the angel spoke to him.  He acknowledges that Kunikuzushi is most likely overwhelmed.  That’s why Kazuha decided to leave the room.  He also had other ulterior motives and he didn’t want Kunikuzushi to have any knowledge of them.

Heizou has a study, a room Kazuha intentionally avoids most of the time.  It’s the place where Heizou can craft notes and keep details regarding ongoing investigations.  So, Kazuha tends to let Heizou do whatever he wants up here.  However, Kazuha can be nosy at times.

Heizou rarely avoids telling Kazuha information, and while Kazuha acknowledges that legally his boyfriend is not supposed to, he still finds it odd.  This is why he is currently searching Heizou’s study for any information on the newest case.  

He carefully moves papers, searching for anything that will point him toward answers.  There is something about the case that Heizou is investigating, and Kazuha is determined to figure out what.

A crash makes him jump, quickly putting everything back in its original place.  Kazuha rushes toward the living room, almost tripping on one of the stairs.  And when he gets back in the room, he sees Kunikuzushi on the floor that is littered with long strands of the angel’s hair.  

“What…” Kazuha trails off, looking at the scissors in Kunikuzushi’s hands.  “What happened?”

“Your laptop told me how to cut my hair.”

“And you did it with blunt craft scissors?”

“They were the only ones you had.”

Kunikuzushi’s hair…doesn’t look great.  It’s choppy, clearly done by someone who lacks experience.  Glancing at his laptop’s screen, Kazuha sees the YouTube video Kunikuzushi was looking at, with a haircut that is nothing close to what he actually did.

“Angels put importance into our hair so I thought…” Kunikuzushi looks at Kazuha in a panicked manner.  “Does it look that bad?”

“No,” Kazuha says quickly, cringing at how much he doesn’t sound genuine.  Kunikuzushi sends him a look, and Kazuha feels the need to continue talking.  “Kunikuzushi-“

“Scaramouche.”

Kazuha’s brain just stops at that moment as he stares at the angel in shock.  He opens his mouth before closing it, similarly to a fish.  When he finally is able to talk, all he can do is say, “what?”

The angel shifts uncomfortably, causing one of his wings to accidentally knock over a plastic cup that was on the end table.  “I found a name I like…Scaramouche.”

“Any particular reason why?”

He shakes his head quickly, causing Kazuha to smile at the action.  Honestly, he finds it cute…just a little bit.  “I found it on a name generator…I was drawn to it.”

“Well then,” Kazuha says, standing up straight and walking toward Scaramouche.  He extends out his hand, waiting for Scaramouche to grasp it so he can help the angel up.  “It’s nice to meet you, Scaramouche.”

The angel smiles back, jerking his hand back after a moment which causes Kazuha to look at him in confusion.  However, since Scaramouche is seemingly moving on from that moment, Kazuha decides to as well.  “It’s nice to meet you too, Kazuha,” Scaramouche says.

The angel is still pretty rough around the edges but Kazuha truly doesn’t mind.  At least he’s being helped for now.

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[capcavan]

AFTG tfc ch1 Re Read by cavan

(i do not remember any details so its almost like im reading it first time lmao) tumblr does not give me read more cut off option so deal with this i guess sorry #CavanrereadAFTG if you need to block it chapter 1 "She'd beat him to the hell and back if she saw him sitting around and mopping like that" is quite violent way to phrase "she woudl be displeased to see him .." so was neil casually beaten by his mom or we only on page 4 of neil backed up trauma management and im already thinking about scene where this boy will finally brek open and admit how much he wants normal life and not having to hide his emotions and you know live a little without this whole batman personal covering his face already hit by brain made connection about how exy is what took rikos life away from him and how it's the thing that kept neil alive through the worst of his here i am making it about this little cunt already but what else were you expecting of me?

learning new things about English language always nice! neil "its cool my mom died i can finally stay in one place for a bit" how had this boy not murdered this woman himself is beyond me fr ,, please go away" neil wymack already adopted you just haven't got the adoption papers yet I wonder if Janie Smalls is taller than Andrew Minyard "her best friend found her bleeding out" okay but - who is Janie's best friend is it one of foxes? what if it's seth ? Makes sense for it to be seth nvm friend explained to me that potential recruit means she was not at palmetto at the time " Typical of a fox " see riko would make amazing fox that's boy self destructive af in all of my head cannons

broadening my vocab nice nice Notorious for their tiny size i know it's bc there only 9 of them but i will stay believing it is bc everyone is short math time, had not seen kevin in 8 years neil is 18-19 now so he was 10 ok will remember Neil: i need to be very sneaky about my past wymack: do you need a pen? neil: i can't play for you because you signed kevin day wymack: ....... ??????? I LOVE HOW ANDREW WAY TO SAY HI IS FUCKING CRUSHING NEILS LUNGS AGAINST HIS SPINE ????? forgot how radioactive they are bc of how cute they are welp things align riko broke kevins hand andrew beat up neils internal organs for no reason at all! i love when all my ships are fucked up

assailant here is the word i keep using but spelling "assultant" lmao , man im learning so much ,, Andrew was blamed for kevins recent transfer" - kandrew is strong with this one ppl in universe just assumed kevin fell in love on first sight and they ARE RIGHT

i cant tell if im here to study cannon or english but like i know what those words mean but i don't know their definitions does that make sense? OH THIS IS SO CUTE I WILL DRAW THIS FUCK YES LETS GO he slammed motherfucker with his own racket dfghsdjfhgg Hernandez is literary the only normal person over the course of those 3 books andrew *assults someone as hello* wymack: Andrew's a bit raw on manners / my dude with this reading speed it will take me half year to go through those books but im having actually a lot of fun here neil: i already said i can not sign with you wymack:OK BUT YOU STILL NEED TO EXPLAIN WHY KEVIN DAY IS THE ISSUE HERE did kevin heard it lmoa i wonder if kevin heard the ,, do you need a pen - YoU sIgNeD KeViN DaY no wonder kevin was bitch to neil he thought the lil bitch hated him on the start lmao Andrew was only here because Kevin day never went anywhere alone here you go with your raven programming <3 YEARS SINCE THEY'D WATCHED NEIL'S FATHER CUT A SCREAMING MAN INTO HUNDRED BLOODY PIECES Kevin / Dark hair and green eyes, black number 2 neil saw that number and wanted to retch He and his adopted brother Riko Moriyama wrote the numbers one and two on their faces with markers, tracing them over and over anytime they started to fade. ok so were they drawing their own numbers? it sound like kevin was drawing his number too also this is the only mention i think of riko being reffered to as kevin,s brother in the books anyway I have case to make assuming kevin and riko were doing those numbers form young age pre 10 ... it just makes sense the system they use would be Arabic not roman i just can't imagine small kids knowing roman numbers when they were neglected in nest i think this is best case i can make for it. friend provided proof that in book the four tattoo neil get's is introduced as "4" so ok arabic canon moving on Riko nad Kevin were inducted to national court 1 year pre aftg story starts They were champions and neil was a jumble of lies and dead-ends on one hand it's funny how desperate they all are to sign neil on other hand i deeply believe they just see the desperation in his eyes, we know that neil wants it and those contact lenses do not hide it , they know that he wants to say yes, they are just confused about what the fuck makes him say no (kevin's bitchiness) or at least i would make this be the case if neil didn't just got assaulted and if they didn't literary phrased it as ,, we are not living without you signing this" like .. kidnapping with extra steps much ???? playing like he has everything to lose is not excuse for you all to harass this poor man like that OK HOLD ON A SECOND "He'd remember the scrimmage interrupted by that man's murder"

what man what murder the man nathan butchered for them? did nathan murdered someone during game?

WHAT HAPPENED

the moment kevin would start looking at him funny- he already is ngl im only on page 12 and i just hate neils mom i have no phrasing for it but the fact that every choice neil could make for his happiness is meet with ,, mom would be sooo mad" is really frustrating to read about... what is the point of even being alive for this boy fr???? i wonder if theres any specific place they would have been safe it? kind of would be fun to have au where neil and his mom go to japan and end up getting protection form yakuza F BOMB 1 F BOMB 2 COMBO fuck i love those characters so much okay like all of them It's about second chances, Neil. Second, third, fourth, whatever, as long as you get at least one more than what anyone else wanted to give you"

David "idealistic idiot" Wymack wymacks sincerity is what lets foxes trust him , wymack is the first adult in their lives that understands Savge yank of her hands in his hair here we go fuck he has so much guilt over trying to live a little this is so un fair "I'm sorry"he gasped out between wet coughs. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry"

[gigantomachy1916]

Hey! I read your post about Lawmane and why it's a more valid ship than people give it credit for, specifically when it comes to L's behaviors. It's this post in case you've forgotten, since it's been a while. In my opinion, there's a big difference between the author's intent and the feeling that actually gets conveyed. The authors intended for L to be asexual, immune to both Light and Misa. However, the fans sense sexual tension between both pairs. L to me reads as someone who doesn't understand love/lust, but is capable of it. You can argue that L is simply acting, but there are a lot of sexualized scenes between him and Misa, even when he has no reason to do so. This I put down to the authors. The authors wanted L to be asexual, but they are very clearly not asexual themselves. They draw/portray Misa in a sexualized way, often using other characters to convey this since Light is not attracted to her. The thing that makes me confused is that L often acts this way even when there is nothing he can gain from it. You'd expect that an act would have no purpose if no one is around to see it, but there he is. Overall, L is a very confusing character to try and understand. I feel like there is often some dissonance between how the authors viewed him, and what actually got put onto the manga/anime. Does that make sense? I mean this in regards to several aspects of L's character, not just shipping.

I found this ask really interesting! Here's a link to the post for those who might know what we're talking about.

I think one reason L is a confusing character to understand, and this applies to a lot of fictional characters, is that the authors have other motivations than making him an internally consistent portrayal of a specific person. The way L is portrayed makes a lot more sense if you stop thinking of him as a real person and start thinking of him as a tool the authors use to achieve whatever goals they have in telling their story.

You'd expect that an act would have no purpose if no one is around to see it, but there he is.

This gets to the heart of it. Showing L expressing some sort of sexuality that goes against his intended character when he's alone does have a purpose, because someone is around to see it: the audience. The purpose of most art is less to portray something documentary-style and more so to entertain, and sometimes authors decide that making someone act out of character is more entertaining. I've noticed this a lot in anime (like in non-canonical themed episodes) but it happens in other art as well.

For instance, if the authors think of him as uninterested in sex, why would they portray him showing sexual interest in Misa? To sexualize Misa, and also, possibly, because they think it's funny. To them, I think, L is meant to be this absurd, cerebral, awkward person, so they find inherent comic relief in putting him in sexualized situations. The audience is meant to laugh at his lack of social skills, especially when contrasted with someone like Misa, who is portrayed as being out of his league looks-wise.

Of course, I'm not saying that no one should try to put together a coherent picture of L as a character. That's basically what I was doing in the post you're talking about. Honestly, I think it's more fun this way, to take the random things the authors threw in because they thought it was funny or because they forgot what they'd previously said about a character, and to take it seriously and go, "If this were a real person, how would these contradictory traits come together to form a coherent whole?" As you said, we look at what the authors convey regardless of what they intended.

But you just have to remember that that image of L as a whole, coherent person is something that we create as an audience. L is not some fixed, real entity that is fully known by the DN authors and revealed to us as a fact. There is no one true L that can be uncovered by studying the text and the author's comments in excruciating detail.

L (or any fictional character) is a basic idea that we've taken from a piece of media and added to and transformed in our collective consciousness, and neither L (the one the authors intended or the one (more accurately, thousands of different ones) that we as the audience create) is any more real than the other.

[anonymousfoz]

Doomsday Uprising Part 5: A New Era

Previous Galaxy and Sodan were at Daffy’s landing spot before he landed. Galaxy was wearing the black metal armor set, the helmet in his hands and the sword in his scabbard. It reminded Sodan of how the crusaders presented themselves. Sometimes she forgot that the Crusaders were a clan and not intergalactic police. Since they had helped end the numerous civil wars and helped put Vite into power. Which was the best thing the clan had done. Daffy came out of his fancy royal spaceship. He instantly locked eyes with Sodan. She could see the disgust on his face.

“Greetings, Emperor Daffy! Welcome to my planet.” Galaxy formally invited the coward. “Shut the hell up, you traitor! Sodan, why isn’t he dead?” Daffy demanded an answer. Sodan looked at Galaxy as she truly didn’t know the answer. Everything changed so fast that she had no idea what she was doing at this point. Daffy waited for an answer. Sodan was struggling to think of anything, which was weird because she over thought everything. “Well?” “Because by universal law, Galaxy and his people are protected by Crusaders.” That voice was familiar, but Sodan didn’t know who it was. “Hello Galaxy.” “Hello Miss Demi.” Sodan looked at the crusader. She had only heard legends of Demi but never actually saw her. Demi smiled at Galaxy before turning her head to speak to the emperor. “Besides Daffy, you already committed treason multiple times. Assassination, genocide, dare I go on?” Daffy didn’t respond. “Galaxy, please lead Sodan to her spaceship. I shall join her shortly for a ride back to her home planet.” Sodan was so confused by what was happening, but followed Galaxy. Was this a dream or was this real? Still confused, she walked silently. Once the two got up the hill, she saw her spaceship was now a replica of the royal spaceship that Daffy had just flown to the planet. “What is going on, Galaxy? I don’t get all this?” “Well, you told me about how Daffy murdered Vite when you were letting your rage out. I told Demi, since that is high treason within the Firey Rebels. She let them know, and she is going to take care of him. They decided to make you their next emperor.” Galaxy had explained. Sodan was now an emperor? Sodan sat down to take everything all in. During this time of intellectual and internal thinking, Galaxy walked off and Demi had appeared. Over her shoulder was an iron axe with the blood of Daffy all over it. “It is time to go Empress, your empire awaits you.” Demi had opened the door to the spaceship and let Sodan in first. Sodan took a deep breath and got on the spaceship, going into a new life, leaving her anger and bitterness on the planet.

Galaxy had awoken with seeing some light off in the distance of his house. Galaxy sighed, thinking it was some bandits that he had to fend off. He got up and went outside towards the light source. But when he got there, instead of a few bandits, there was a spaceship painted royal blue with golden flames. He stood confused as his brain trying was processing it all in, as he still was not fully awake. “The ship looks beautiful, doesn’t it?” Someone asked. They walked up to him and stood beside him. A smile on their face. “Yea, it does. A nice ship you have here.” Galaxy responded, looking at the ship more. “I love the paint job.” “We had to re-coat it after the last 4 years. Can you believe it’s the same ship, Galaxy?” The person asked. “No, I-” Galaxy turned around to see Sodan. The empresses had grown a lot taller to where she was nearly Galaxy’s height. She had a smile on her face and had a white eye patch on with a flora pattern on it. Sodan hugged him, but he stood, confused. “It’s good to see you, but… why are you here? Don’t you have people to lead?” “I wanted to come back and thank you for everything.” Sodan was ever cheerful, a delightful contrast to the last time she was here. “Everything?” Galaxy was stumped. He didn’t do much of anything these days. “Well, telling Demi about Daffy. Firey Rebels have gotten as strong as the olden days. Without you, we would have never grown this strong.” She told him. “It’s our global holiday to thank you, so I decided to come personally this year. And getting off the planet every once in a while is a relief. I missed the cool airs and green life here.” She added, looking around at how much the trees and grass had grown. “You have a day to thank me?” Galaxy wasn’t paying attention to anything else but that. “Yes.” Galaxy couldn’t believe this. “Is there anything else you are here for?” “Maybe I was wondering if you could teach some soldiers survival skills. We will provide food and extra protection along with the Crusaders. Plus, you are a good strategist.” “Uhh, sure.” Galaxy wasn’t expecting all this so early. He didn’t even get any of his coffee. Coffee actually sounded great right now. Galaxy could not remember what was next, but next he knew Sodan was gone and he had a cup of coffee from her. He was now going to be a teacher. The large ginger man took a sip out of the warm cup. He went back to his cabin and began his day doing what he did best for the past 12 years. Farming, exploring, and hunting. Sodan smiled, watching him leave, and got back on her ship. She looked at a picture of her and Vite on her dashboard, how she could have wished Vite was here to help. For Vite was more like a sister figure. She sighed and began to fly off. She set the plane on autopilot and headed to the living chambers to get a good night's rest. The last 4 years had been chaotic and stressful, but at last there was peace. Sodan took off her royal attire and slipped into something more comfortable. She got to her bed and laid down before having the best sleep of her life, dreaming of being reunited with her sister figure.