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Before Legends Arceus came out (so, two years ago whoops) I started coming up with my own Hisuian Ancestor and I spent a lot of time brainstorming (cough, cough daydreaming) about a hypothetical scenario of what their encounter would be like in the actual game. I tried to make it realistic as possible by making it seem like an actual event that could happen in the game, and the one thing I have to say is that it serves as the obligatory "Spooky Encounter" that's been in pretty much every Pokémon game since the Old Chateau.

I'm not going to tell you which character is the descendant of this ancestor just yet, because the story is better if you don't immediately know what's going on. All I can say is that this ancestor is the ancestor of a Gen 7 character.

The quest is intended to be more of a post game thing because it eventually leads into an Ultra Beast catching quest involving the space time distortions (which isn't the main focus, more of a bonus quest really). Think of it as a second update story quest like the Daybreak Update. I'm just going to call this entire thing the Nightfall Update I guess.

WARNING: SUPER LONG POST, FULL OF PLOT SUMMARY, HEADCANONS AND ART (Uh.... Don't read the post tags before clicking the blue read more button pretty please. Kinda spoilery

To start the story quest you have to buy a special charm called the Otherworldly Charm from Lucille in Jubilife Village. Item description: ("A Mysterious charm made of an unknown material, discovered in Obsidian Fieldlands. It bears an inscription of a six pointed star. Perhaps something will happen if you keep it around.") Why does she have this? Oh, she just found it lying out there in the field and thought it looked neat. Someone must have dropped it.

After you complete your expedition for the day, a short cutscene will occur. A random merchant from the Ginkgo Guild is making his way though the forest when he suddenly hears a noise behind him. He looks around, but it's completely silent.

All of a sudden the merchant gets ambushed by the Miss Fortune Sisters. Unable to defend himself, he has no choice but to drop his goods and run. The bandits laugh among themselves at the successful robbery. They're still pissed that their scheme to steal the Origin Ore went up in smoke and they're just SOOO frustrated that the Player (in my case Akari) keeps absolutely destroying them in battle so this ambush was a morale boost for them.

Suddenly they hear a noise. Clover suspects it's another poor defenceless merchant unfortunate enough to cross paths with them, about to be robbed blind. A mysterious hooded, deathly pale figure with glowing eyes watches them from the treeline. The bandits are unnerved but launch into their motto anyway, because they're idiots, but become highly offended when the figure doesn't respond or show any sign of emotion at all. How dare they not acknowledge their perfectly rehearsed intro that strikes fear into people's hearts?! Coin says "Forget this, let's just rob them!" and lunges at the ghostly figure and she instantly gets hit with a blast of lightning coming from the figure's hand.

The screen goes black and it cuts to the beginning of the quest.

Quest [Insert Number Here Because I Forgot How Many Quests Are In This Game]: The Witch of the Woods

The sidequest continues when you talk to Ginter from the Ginkgo Guild. He is upset because some of the guild's merchants have been suffering from an increased number of attacks from bandits and supplies in the village have started mysteriously vanishing. At the same time, people have spotted a mysterious pale figure sneaking about Jubilife Village in the dead of night, stealing items such as food and clothing and rumours have started to spread around that it might be the evil witch that supposedly lives in a dark cave, deep in the woods at the edge of the Obsidian Fields which has gotten everyone in a panic because they're afraid that the witch might go after their children next.

Ginter doesn't believe in witches so he suspects that this supposed witch might be behind the thefts of the Ginkgo Guild stock, so he wants the player to look into the rumours and put a stop to them. At this point Zisu approaches them because she's heard ALL about this wicked witch and is really eager to join the investigation. As the Captain of the Security Corps, she feels that it's her duty to defend Jubilife Village from any threat so she wants to look into the rumours about this supposed witch so she can come up with a plan to defend the village from them if she needs to.

Current objective: Investigate the rumours in Jubilife Village (I'm using these quest objectives as a way to break up the giant wall of text. I can't remeember if the quest objective does update as you progress because I haven't played in months but whatever)

So Zisu tags along with the player and they start asking around Jubilife Village about the witch to gain more insight into the rumours. Several people recount different bits of information, but the most damning evidence is a tale from one farmer in particular who tells them a story about how one night when he was working in the fields, a big hole opened up in the sky, and what came out of it was this inhumanly pale woman with glowing eyes that spoke in a language he didn't understand. The farmer had the everloving crap scared out of him because he was convinced that this woman was an evil being that emerged from the underworld (a kid friendly way of saying that he thought it was a demon from hell) so he gathered some of the other villagers and they chased the witch off into Necro Forest.

Zisu is excited because "Sweet! Now we have enough evidence! Let's go investigate that forest then!"

Current objective: Head to the Necro Forest, north of the Obsidian Fieldands

What happens next is an escort mission where the player has to take Zisu across the Obsidian Fieldlands by fending off any wild Pokémon to a new area unlocked exclusively by this quest called the Necro Forest (Eterna Forest in the modern day) which is filled with Ghost Types. The background music is the Night Time Field theme no matter what time of day it is, or maybe a remix of the Old Chateau theme.

Later the Miss Fortune Bandits are encountered in the Necro Forest and they're running for their lives as they crash into Akari Barry Style (Charm dragging a paralysed Coin behind her). Charm is immediately aggressive but resists the temptation to battle Akari, especially because she's accompanied by the head of the Security Corps. Zisu asks what happened to Coin, and Clover freaks out about a witch in the woods that casted a lightning spell on Coin.

Akari wants to help Coin but the other two bandits are vehemently opposed to accepting help from some "Galaxy grunts." So Zisu purposefully drops a Cheri Berry on the ground and is like "Oh noooo, I dropped my berry! It would be a shame if it got stolen by bandits!" and Clover begrudgingly "steals" it, and the flee the scene, saying that you'd have to be stupid to go after the witch.

Eventually the Player and Zisu reach the cave which is supposedly the witch's home and at first Zisu doesn't want to go in because she's been pretty spooked the whole time in the forest, then she tries to play it off like she's not scared at all "What? I'm not f-f-frightened or anything! Let's just go!" then she dashes into the cave.

Current objective: Explore the Necro Cavern!

There is no cave in modern day Eterna Forest. The idea is that the land was dug into and smoothed out in order to build the Old Chateau on top of it. Its a small cave with a suspicious lack of Pokémon inside. The music is the cave theme that only appeared in the cave with the torches that you pass though with Ingo. I dunno, I just think that theme should have played in more than one location.

At the end of the cave, they discover an open chamber filled with signs that it's been lived in, such as scraps of food and clothing lying everywhere as well as a makeshift bed on the floor. Zisu finds the stolen merchandise in the far end of the chamber and runs towards it, while the player notices some weird looking metal things lying in the corner. Zisu comes screaming in the opposite direction "IT'S HER! IT'S THE WITCH!" and immediately uses the player as a human shield. The player turns to see a pair of glowing eyes in the darkness, orange pupils with silvery blue irises. As well as the eyes, she has weirdly pale blue skin and she's wearing a stolen dark green torn cloak over some sort of dirty grey and blue futuristic clothing. Her hair is an absolute mess, riddled with sticks and leaves and she has sun burns all over her face.

All in all, she does look like some sort of evil forest witch, and she's started to freak out about the intruders, showing a particularly negative reaction to Zisu in particular and Akari gets dragged into a Pokémon battle. The witch sends out a Poipole aka a Pokémon that no-one in Hisui has ever seen before, and honestly if the player has any Psychic or Ground Types it gets defeated very easily.

After the battle, the witch is still freaking out, but now she just seems more terrified and upset. She quickly grabs a stick and starts brandishing it at Zisu, trying to scare her off. Zisu squeals like a little girl because she thinks the witch is waving some sort of magic wand at them but Akari puts herself between her and the witch and tries to diffuse the situation.

Nothing seems to be working until Akari has the idea to show her the Otherworldly Charm in case it belongs to her because the charm resembles the other strange metallic objects in the cave.

Akari holds the charm out as a peace offering and the woman recognising the charm, hurriedly snatches it out of the Akari's hands and backs away again. It finally hits Zisu that she's not a witch at all, just a really strange looking desperate woman.

The witch calms down a little because now she knows they're not a threat since they're not attacking her and the Player was kind enough to give her the charm back, but she's still really uneasy.

Zisu tries to ask her who she is and what she's doing here, but she doesn't understand a single thing she's saying. The woman shakes her head and tries to respond and it becomes very clear that the woman doesn't speak the Hisuian language at all and Zisu doesn't recognize the language she speaks either.

Zisu is perplexed at how they're supposed to help her when there's a language barrier, but she decides that at least they should tell her their names and try to get across that they want to help her in some way.

Zisu points at herself and says "Zisu", then she points at the player and says "Akari" (or whatever name you picked for your player) and the woman is confused at first, but then she catches on to what she's trying to say, so she points at herself and says "Hijiki."

Hijiki frowns for a moment until she suddenly decides to do charades to try to communicate with them. She mimes writing in a notepad and Zisu grabs a pen and a notepad from her bag and hands it to her.

Hijiki finds it way easier to communicate with drawings so after a while she flips the notepad over again to show them.

The first drawing is an image of a sad face and some strange device that has smoke coming out of it. Zisu is confused and Hijiki gets frustrated and points at the pile of metal objects. She walks over and grabs a small device from the pile and Zisu acknowledges that it even though she has no idea what it is, it looks very broken.

The second image is a crude drawing of several Pokémon: Luxray, Raichu, Electabuzz and Jolteon, surrounded by lightning bolts.

The third image is of lightning striking the device, making it look shiny and new, with a picture of a smiley face beside it.

Zisu is still confused but she deduces that Hijiki needs the Pokémon in the image to fix whatever her strange device is. The idea is that she needs electricity to charge her device again and it's up to the player to go out and catch these Pokémon and bring them back to her. Zisu decides to stay with Hijiki DEFINITELY not because she doesn't want to go back into the forest again, no sirree, she has to protect Hijiki and although Hijiki doesn't want her to stay with her, it's not like she can speak up and object so she just stays silent and anxious.

Current Objective: Catch the Pokémon from Hijiki's drawings and bring them back to her.

One catching quest later, the Player gives Hijiki the Pokémon and she starts tinkering on her device with whatever tools she has on her. The Pokémon strike her device with lightning and when she's finished, she attaches the device to her belt and has a distinctly relieved look on her face.

The device gets switched on and immediately Hijiki starts to speak English (well, the text is English, but in universe she's speaking whatever language the Hisuians speak), much to Zisu's shock. The device she fixed was a universal translator and she's so glad that she can finally explain herself she doesn't have to keep producing those terrible drawings with her embarrassing lack of art skills.

And with that, the truth finally comes out and the mystery is solved. Hijiki explains that she's from another dimension called Ultra Megalopolis and she and her Poipole fell into this dimension through an Ultra Wormhole. She lost most of her memories and woke up scared and alone in the Obsidian Fields, having no idea where she was. When she spotted civilisation, she tried to get help but because of her appearance and the language barrier, she got chased off and fled for her life into the Necro Forest. Because of how badly the first contact went, she assumed that the inhabitants of this world were extremely hostile, (hence why she attacked them on site) so she created a shelter for herself inside a cave to hide from them.

She then explains that there is no natural light in her world, so it was impossible for her to travel outside of the cave during the day because she got blinded and burned by the harsh sunlight. All she has is the clothes on her back and a few gadgets and tools that were in her backpack, so in order to survive she had no choice but to ambush passing merchants venture into Jubilife Village at night when it was dark and where no one could see her so she could steal supplies for herself.

She's very sorry that she had to steal from the Ginkgo Guild because stealing is a crime in her world as well. She didn't mean to scare anyone and she really wishes she didn't have to live in the wild anymore but she's too afraid of being attacked by the villagers again to try to ask for help.

Zisu is very shocked and saddened by Hijiki's story, and after a few moments be asks her if she wants her to escort her back to Jubilife Village. Hijiki doesn't want to because she'll get attacked, but then Zisu says "No you won't! I'm the Captain of the Security Corps. Everyone trusts me to keep the village safe, so if I say that something is not a threat, they'll listen to what o have to say, so I'll clear up the misunderstanding for you!"

Hijiki is still sceptical. She finds it hard to believe that the villagers will accept her just like that, so Zisu sighs and says "Maybe we should report to Commander Kamado about the situation, and give the village a heads up first?"

Hijiki thinks that's fair enough. She's willing to wait in her cave for the Akari and Zisu to come back for her.

Current objective: Report back to Captain Kamado!

Zisu and Akari have a meeting with Ginter, and Commander Kamado to discuss their findings. Firstly Zisu reassures Kamado that there's no threat to the village. The witch of the woods was really a faller from another world like Akari and Warden Ingo and one of the Pearl Clan's Wardens. She was driven to stealing for survival after the villagers attacked her and drove her away even though she was lost and confused, and most likely in pain from the suburns.

Kamado is incredulous when Zisu tries to argue that they should take her in. Kamado is against inviting Hijiki to stay in the village. Akari is already on thin ice about being allowed to stay and the villagers only tolerate her because she's been busy quelling the frenzied nobles and slowly earning their trust. To invite someone who's KNOWN TO BE A WITCH would be disastrous. Zisu insists that Hijiki isn't magical, she just has some gizmos from her world that haven't been invented in this world so they only seem like magic. She tries bringing up the Pokéball, it looks like magic too but it's really just an ordinary object.

But Kamado is firm in his decision, even if Hijiki does have technology that seems like magic, what if she were to use her technology against the village? And some of the most superstitious villagers wouldn't accept that she's not dangerous and would still consider her to be a bad omen. Letting Hijiki stay would be too much of a risk.

Zisu is worried and disappointed. Even though she was one of the people who was terrified of the forest witch, now that she's discovered that she's actually an innocent person who's suffering hard, she feels absolutely horrible that they can't do anything help her. Zisu decides that they should at least head back to Hijiki's shelter and tell her what Kamado said. Maybe they could formulate a different plan, maybe the Diamond Clan or Pearl Clan could take her in instead?

Akari and Zisu return to the shelter to find it completely ransacked and Hijiki is nowhere to be found. Zisu finds a ransom note among the rocks. Turns out that the Miss Fortune Sisters had been spying on them ever since they bumped into them. After they found out that Hijiki wasn't really a witch, they wanted to take revenge on her for attacking Coin, so they kidnapped her and stole all her technology. Seeing an opportunity to spite Akari as well, they wrote on the ransom note that they took Hijiki further north to the Alabaster Icelands. If she wants to get Hijiki back she has to go the ice caverns in the Bonechill Wastes.

Zisu is outraged, but warns Akari that it's most definitely a trap. The Miss Fortune Sisters are most likely using Hijiki as bait to lure her into an ambush far away from where she can get help, and they're probably intending to leave her to die in the frozen wastes. But Akari wants to go save Hijiki anyway so Zisu decides to head back to the village to rally some of the Security Corps as backup and tells Akari that she'll meet her in the Icelands.

Current objective: Chase after the Miss Fortune Sisters!

Meanwhile, Hijiki has been thrown into the the ice pit in the Bonechill Wastes and the Miss Fortune Sisters are currently occupied. Clover is whining about how cold it is as Charm and Coin go through Hijiki's belongings.

She had things like her taser, an aura scanner, a GPS, an Ultra Smartphone etc but they can't figure out how any of them work or what they're used for. Clover is whining about all the effort they put in ended up being for nothing because everything "the witch" has is useless junk, but Charm snaps at her. At least they might be able to sell this overworldly technology on the black market after all. Coin isn't convinced. Who would buy useless garbage that don't work?

Coin starts threatening Hijiki into telling them how to use her gadgets, or else she'll sicc Toxicroak on her, but there's just a slight hiccup. Hijiki is unable to understand what they're saying because they took her translator away so all she does is stare blankly at them. All three of them are oblivious to the fact that Hijiki can't speak Hisuian at all, and that they all sound like nothing but enraged gibberish to her.

All this really does is piss them off. Clover starts yelling at her again, just completely exasperated and baffled. She's literally being held captive by bandits and tossed into an ice pit, probably freezing to death. How could she possibly feel so blasé about it????? Does she not realise the situation she's in right now??? Coin has had enough and decides to let Toxicroak attack Hijiki anyway. If they can't get any use out of her things, at least she'll be able to get payback for the "lightning strike"

At that moment, Akari shows up just in time. The Miss Fortune Sisters do their motto and start evil motive-ing about how THIS TIME for sure they'll win against Akari and leave her to perish in the ice forever. This time they're going to attack her with all three of their Pokémon at once instead of one at a time like the last few fights and overwhelm her with numbers.

Charm and Clover release their Pokémon and instead of joining in, Coin decides to sit it out. She tells the other two that she's still going to attack the witch with Toxicroak and that they could stall Akari long enough to let Toxicroak get enough hits in. Charm and Clover start arguing with her because that was NOT the plan, but Coin just tells them to shut up.

Charm and Clover go 3 Vs 1 as Toxicroak attacks Hijiki, with Charm substituting Toxicroak with her Rhydon. Akari beats them because of Main Character Plot Armour and Charm goes full villainous breakdown and just decides to attack Akari herself, but then out of nowhere, Hijiki's Poipole breaks out of it's Pokéball and glues the Bandits to a rock. Akari jumps down the ice pit to save Hijiki and you end up battling Toxicroak with Poipole instead of your Pokémon.

With the bandits finally defeated for good, the Security Corps show up to apprehend them. Akari stays with Hijiki who's in a really rough shape. She tried to avoid Toxicroak for as long as she could, but it eventually weared her down, and now she's lying unconscious at the bottom of the pit. Zisu immediately orders the two Medical Corps people to take Hijiki back to the village to get her medical attention. The medics are like "You want us to WHAT-" because that would involve taking THE WITCH TO THE VILLAGE, but Zisu yells at them again and they have no choice but to do what she says.

A day later

Scene transition to a day later and Akari is waiting in Kamado's office. There was quite a uproar in the village when the Security Corps returned with the famous Miss Fortune Sisters somehow stuck to a rock and near mass panic occured when the Med Corps rushed the rumoured witch of the woods to the hospital room in the Galactic Building. Professor Laventon runs in, very upset. He can't get any work done with the noise of that many people crowded around the entrance trying to catch a glimpse of the witch to see if she's really as terrifying as people say she is. Kamado informs him that he already sent Cyllene to get them to leave.

Pesselle arrives from the hospital room to give them an update on Hijiki's condition. They're currently treating her for Toxic poisoning, as well as suburns and eye damage. Pesselle is clearly shaken and explains that she's never seen anyone like Hijiki in her life, she's not even sure that she's human. For starters, her eyes are extremely unnatural looking and she's so deathly pale that her skin looks pale blue. Not to mention that she appears to have bioluminescent eyes and freckles.

She's willing to take Zisu's word that Hijiki is still a normal human from another world, but she wonders what kind of world would have people who are so obviously weakened by sunlight. Kamado thanks her for her help and Pesselle returns to her duties, not before telling her to bring this supposed witch to his office once she's recovered enough.

Professor Laventon talks to Akari about the strange purple Pokémon that was following Hijiki around because he's having trouble identifying what it is. Rei speculates that if the witch is from another world, then maybe the purple Pokémon is too. Laventon nearly explodes with excitement because they have the chance to document a Pokémon from another world! Maybe he could ask the witch if he could have a look at it, which is something he immediately goes to do. Rei runs after him in a panic.

Zisu enters with Ginter. Ginter confirms that they managed to get back some of the things Hijiki stole from the Ginkgo Guild, though obviously things like food couldn't be recovered. Zisu asks if he wants to press any charges, and Ginter considers for a moment before ultimately deciding not to. From the sound of things, Hijiki went through a lot and he would feel terrible if he added to her suffering. Zisu regretfully tells them that the Miss Fortune Sisters got away. After they were freed from the glue, they used a smoke bomb and escaped in the confusion, though she thinks that hopefully the bandits would think twice about confronting Akari again.

A while later, Pesselle brings Hijiki up to Kamado's office and the poor woman is shaking like a leaf, half from because she's still weak and the other half because she's obviously terrified of Kamado. In a scene echoing Akari's first meeting with Kamado, he stares Hijiki down and she loses her nerve instantly, backing away and hiding behind Akari. Pesselle scolds Kamado because this is clearly no way to treat a patient, but he reminds her that this is an outsider he's dealing with, and he must test her by having her face him in combat like he did with Akari.

Hijiki stammers and tries to say that she has no idea how to do that "creature combat thing" that Akari and the bandits did and Kamado clarifies by saying he meant PHYSICAL combat, not a Pokémon battle. Hijiki freaks out because she'd just die if she did that. Kamado retaliates by saying that surely someone who is capable of survived in the wilds and ambushing Ginkgo merchants MUST be able to fight, and if she wants to prove herself, she has to.

Hijiki takes a deep breath and just edges close to him, hesitating to even touch him AAAAAND Kamado throws her. Cut to black with a CRASH! text box and fade back in to see Hijiki flat out unconscious on the floor again. Cue Pesselle totally ripping him a new one, yelling at him about how that was totally unnecessary, why does he always have to do this, has he no shame, as text box after text box hits the screen going by too fast for the player to read.

Zisu helps Hijiki to her feet but she's distressed because Kamado managed to dislodge her translator from her belt so she doesn't understand him when he says that someone so cowardly and unwilling to fight clearly isn't a threat to anyone. Hijiki quickly retrieves her device and turns back to Kamado, saying

Hijiki: "I'm very sorry, my translator fell off. I don't speak in whatever language this is so I couldn't understand any of that. Could you please repeat what you said, sir?"

Zisu: "He said that someone so cowardly and unwilling to fight clearly isn't a threat to anyone."

Hijiki: "Oh…"

Kamado then says that if she wants to stay in Jubilife Village she has to be able to contribute to society, so what skills does she have? Hijiki thinks for a moment because she can't remember much but she does have a vague idea of what her old job. She remembers that she was probably a Poipole handler which is why she has one with her, and she was one of the people tasked with taking care of them as they were typically adopted as companions or to help with construction because of their glue (kinda a Zookeeper/animal shelter worker kind of deal)

Pesselle speaks up and says that it kind of reminds her of the people who look after the Pokémon in the village's pastures. Kamado turns away, thinking about it. He would half to discuss it with Zisu because that falls under the Security Corps jurisdiction. Zisu barges in like "DID SOMEONE SAY SECURITY CORPS?" at that moment and startles everyone. She's 100% on board with letting Hijiki help at the pastures.

Hijiki interrupts, unfortunately she can't work during the day because the sun is straight up harmful to her so she doesn't know how useful she could be. Zisu turns to her and proposes that she'll give her a lodge in exchange for her services at the pasture on the night shift. They're needing more people who can stay up all anyway.

Hijiki is stunned. They wouldn't really do that for her, would they? One encouraging grin from Zisu is all she needs to accept the offer and become a full fledged member of the Security Corps.

Catching Poipole

Hijiki thanks the player for everything, and as a reward for completing the sidequest, she gives the player her Poipole because she feels that the player would be better at taking care of it in this new world…. If she can catch it that is.

Catching Poipole plays out like a Legendary Pokémon battle like how you catch Enamourus. As in, it flies around attacking you with poison blasts and you have to stun it before you can throw a Pokémon to battle it.

After this, Hijiki just becomes an ordinary NPC that you can talk to near the pastures (though she can only be encountered at night.) Her appearance changes, as she's now in the Security Corps uniform instead of her Ultra Space/ cloak get up.

As a little easter egg, you can have a rematch with her and she battles you with the Pokémon you gave her in the sidequest. She excitedly explains that Zisu taught her how to partake in "creature combat".

Her dialogue is mostly showing amazement at how cool everything is in Hisui and how she really wishes she could go out and investigate everything like the Ultra Recon Squad. She realises that Akari wouldn't know who the Ultra Recon Squad is and she explains that they're basically her world's equivalent of the Galaxy Team.

She's heard of the legends about Hisui from Rei and is just as intrigued by them as he is. Though her main complaint is that Hisui is a little… behind, technological wise. Though she expresses interest in the player's Arc Phone as it seems a little out of place in this world…

Since the quest is available during the post game, she talks about how scared she was when "the sky turned red and green" (aka that part of the game when the Player is banished from the village and the sky distorts. She remarks that thought that the Blinding One had escaped from the Tower and drained Hisui of it's light, but apparently it was something else. She figures she shouldn't worry about it since it's not this century's problem anyway. The Tower isn't predicted to break down for another two hundred years anyway (Ultra Sun/Ultra Moon Necrozma foreshadowing!)

Ultimately she doesn't affect the story in any way and her sidequest is completely optional, but it is required if you want to be able to catch Ultra Beasts.

Sidequest: ??? The Beasts from Beyond

To trigger the next quest, you have to enter a Space-time Distortion. The next day, Melli barges in to the Galaxy Team headquarters demanding to speak to someone, ANYONE. He claims that he was minding his business, in the Coronet Highlands when all of a sudden a pile of bricks just up and attacked him! They completely ruined his day and scared Lord Electrode and he demands that someone does something about it! Nobody takes him seriously and Rei just thinks he's gone nuts.

But the next day, Warden Palina shows up, looking really worried. A strange pure white Tentacruel creature showed up in the Coastlands and has been behaving aggressively towards anything that approaches it, and even the Alphas won't go near it. Cyllene calls Akari into her office because she's been getting continuous reports of strange monsters being sighted across all of Hisui that apparently emerged from the space-time distortions.

Hijiki runs in, and quickly excuses herself for interrupting. She's really panicked because she heard from the villagers that Hisui is being invaded by monsters that sound suspiciously Ultra Beasts. She volunteers to help because they're creatures from her homeworld so at the very least she's familiar with them and knows what to expect if Akari goes out and attempts to catch them.

To learn about where to catch the Ultra Beasts, you have to talk to Hijiki. She's heard rumours of monsters and such from the people who visit the pastures to see the Pokémon and she thinks she knows exactly what the monsters really are. She has dialogue talking about each Ultra Beast and a hint as to where it's found.

"There's a ghostly figure floating around the Deadwood Haunt. I don't know much about spirits but it sounds an awful lot like Nihilego. It would float around like a ghost, I think." (Deadwood Haunt, Cobalt Coastlands)

"I heard from someone in the Pearl Clan that an insect with huge muscles is challenging an Alpha Machamp to a flexing contest…. I don't understand, do Buzzwole normally behave like that…?" (Arena's Approach, Alabaster Icelands)

"There's a Pheromosa going wild in the bog. What terrible luck to fall into a wormhole and end up in a place so muddy. It hates getting dirty." (Scarlet Bog, Crimson Mirelands)

"That rude man can't catch a break. Apparently his Electrode is being bothered by a Xurkitree that's trying to eat it's electricity… " (Moonview Arena, Coronet Highlands)

"I've heard that a Celesteela has taken root near the Floaro Gardens. The soil there must be very fertile. It's a giant creature that blasts off like a rocket and- Wait, have rockets been invented here yet? Never mind." (Floaro Gardens, Obsidian Fieldlands)

"I've heard that a sharp creature that looks like paper has been cutting down trees in the Heartwoods. It's Kartana, I'm certain. That Lord Kleavor must be jealous of it's cutting edge sword techniques…" (The Heartwood, Obsidian Fieldlands)

"Oh, this is absolutely terrible! A huge monster is eating giant lumps of ice and snow in that tundra! Sounds very uncomfortable, chewing ice hurts my teeth… Oh wait, what was I saying? Yes! Guzzlord! You must stop it before it consumes everything in sight!" (Avalugg's Legacy, Alabaster Icelands)

"The creature that's that looks like a pile of bricks in must be Stakataka, I'm certain. Where did that unpleasant man say he encountered it? Must have been near some ruins?" (Celestica Ruins, Coronet Highlands)

"Um… What's a volcano anyway? I've never heard of such a thing… Apparently there's been the sounds of explosions coming from the volcano that's making people worried. I don't think the explosions are coming from the volcano itself, sounds more like a Blacephalon is causing them." (Firespit Island, Cobalt Coastlands)

To get Naganadel, talk to Hijiki. She'll explain that Poipole have been selectively bred to be unable to evolve by themselves. They must be taught a special move that lets them evolve that only experienced handlers know how to teach, because it's stronger form is too wild and dangerous for the average civilian to handle. She's seen Zisu teach Akari's Pokémon new moves and tells Akari that she needs to get Zisu to teach Poipole the move Dragon Pulse.

Other stuff

And that's everything I've got about Hijiki. If you haven't worked it out already, she's the ancestor of Zossie from the Ultra Recon Squad. Ultra Sun and Ultra Moon are kinda my favourite 3DS Pokémon games and there was a time when I was absolutely obsessed with the Ultra Recon Squad and I was so sure that they'd come back as an explanation for being able to catch Ultra Beasts in the post game of future Pokémon games that I felt ROBBED when they never showed up in the Crown Tundra.

So with the dawn of the idea of Hisuian Ancestors, I thought "Wouldn't it be cool if the ancestor of one of the Ultra Recon Squad fell into Hisui and got mistaken for a supernatural creature because the locals thought their technology was magic?" Because of how massively technologically advanced Ultra Megalopolis is, I figured that even if it was 200 years ago, it'd still be way more advanced than Hisui so anyone who fell through a wormhole would be in for a sort of time traveller-esque fish out of water scenario but without the time travel.

Hijiki is Zossie's great great great great great great great great (however many greats that can fit in 200 years) aunt. She can't be Zossie's great great grandmother because the grandmother has to stay in Ultra Megalopolis for Zossie to even exist at all.

The name of Necro Forest has a double meaning. As soon as you walk into it you think "Oh, Necro = Death because of the Ghost Types" but it's also the first foreshadowing that the ancestor is from Ultra Megalopolis. Who stole the light from Ultra Megalopolis? Necrozma.

If you're one of the 47 people who played USUM, you'd remember that the Ultra Recon Squad had to wear full protection against the sun, which Hijiki lacks, hence the sun burns.

Hijiki is scared of Zisu because she's been stealing from the Ginkgo Guild and she recognises that she's part of the village's law enforcement so she was afraid that she came to catch her and punish her for the thefts.

About the whole glowy eyes thing, that's a headcanon I have about how the inhabitants of Ultra Megalopolis have bioluminescent eyes. It's based off official art of the Ultra Recon Squad where Dulse's eyes appear to be glowing in the dark. What is canon is the whole thing where the Ultra Recon Squad has silver irises and pupils that match their hair colour. If you zoom into their concept art you can see it.

I picked the name Hijiki because it has the same seaweed theme naming that the individual members of the Ultra Recon Squad have. The seaweed she's named after has been part of the Japanese diet for centuries. (At least according to Wikipedia.)

But what was that "lightning magic?* It was just an ordinary taser. Hijiki just nonchalantly tased Coin. You can find the taser among Hijiki's other gadgets in the cave

Bonus: my thought process while reading over part of this:

"Ok, so Hijiki jumps Gingko merchants in the woods and mugs robs them. Wait... wasn't Volo a Ginkgo merchant---"

The result:

This post took me two years of procrastination to make-

#pokémon #pokemon legends arceus #pokémon oc #ultra recon squad #ultra recon squad zossie #pla oc #hisuian ancestor oc #hijiki #well not very good art but still #Behold my inability to draw humans #And my attempt at drawing Volo in the Family Guy Death Pose Meme #Hijiki be like: Woah this world sucks there's not even electricity #I imagine like 200 years later she's a ghost and she sees Zossie and is like WHAT THE FRICK??? FAMILY????#I just really like the Ultra Recon Squad ok #By pure unfortunate coincidence Hijiki tased Volo like Three times.#He just kept getting robbed by her #Actually originally it was Volo who accompanied you for the sidequest because he wanted to investigate the supernatural #You can tell I started writing this before Legends Arceus came out because #a certain plot development KINDA made it impossible for Volo and the Player to be on friendly terms in the postgame #So I swapped to Zisu because I like her and wanted her to be more involved in stuff

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red-man-of-mustache · 8 months ago

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Rules and other relevant information(Mobile view)

Rule 1. I'm not at all selective with who I'll role-play with. I'd prefer mutuals, naturally, but I think if we're interacting with one another that'll come with time so I won't harp on it. I don't care about your writing length but just know sometimes I can get carried away with mine so be warned. I also don't mind doubles! Mario and Mario, Mario and Dr Mario, Shadow Mario, whatever variation is welcome. I don't do exclusivity with muses either(unless discussed). Also, I don't mind role-playing with anons either. Basically, my blog is a free-for-all. Random anons, random asks for the hell of it, go for it.

Rule 2. Personal blogs are welcome here. I'll be reluctant to follow them though as I like to keep my dash a certain way. Should you rp from a side-blog then you know what to do: lemme know.

Rule 3. This blog is multi-ship and multi-verse(ew dirty word). The main verse of course has continuity between threads so keep that in mind if you see Mario mention or otherwise reference your muse and events that happened surrounding their interaction. Verse exclusive interactions will be tagged properly. Posts without a verse tag are to be assumed main verse.

Rule 4. This is a personal mish-mash of everything Mario: the games(mainline and spinoffs), comics(Super Mario adventures primarily, Super Mario-kun is lightly followed) and the cartoons. The recent Super Mario bros movie is an origin story and I'm not sure if I'll make a verse for it yet as Mario is fresh to the kingdom and hasn't been on any adventures yet. I have headcanons that I toss into my interpretation of Mario and I'll be getting a headcanon tag going soon along with updating these rules with said tag for ease of access. I say all that to say that if I do something that you may consider off-color for Mario let me know! I take criticism. Love it actually.

Rule 5. I will reiterate: there is no set way to begin interaction. Toss me a random ask, random starters are also accepted, and my starter calls are always open(might make a perma one, who knows). My messages are open for plotting purposes or general shenanigans. Discord available upon request and I also rp there as well.

Rule 6. I will not be writing any smut. It makes me uncomfortable to try and think of Mario in that light. Sorry. No italian sausage.

Rule 7. Relationships aren't just romance. If you see potential for an ongoing friendship, maybe frienemies, partners in some grand project, let's get to working those deets out.

Rule 8. I personally don't consider much "read-more" worthy but triggers will be tagged. They won't be in the same style as my other tags, simply "tw:wires" or something.

Rule 9. Almost forgot! No god-modding.

Rule 10. If I'm taking a bit to reply and you see me replying to others then gimme a poke. Message me, tag me again, I don't mind. Most likely I forgot or real life got in the way and flipped my perception upside down. Happens more then you'd expect, trust me. Also, I reserve the right to drop a thread for any reason. I'll of course let you know should that happens. I used to be real bad about that kinda thing. This goes double for messages by the way!

This blog is quite the casual place to be( of course that's just my opinion) despite the graphics and whatnot. I'm here to have fun and indulge an old hobby of mine. If you read this far: there's no password. Just like the post so I know you read it. Catch ya on the flipside.

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themaladaptivewriter12 · 1 year ago

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Title: Cozy Gaming

Part 3 of my "16-Bit Heart" series! Part 1 and Part 2 here!

Summary:

Mirai gets a little bored with just playing Forever True, so he asks his Guild Master if he had any other game recommendations, which leads to Mirai's new gaming obsession.

cw: Mirai smokes in this chapter

Reblogs are appreciated, just use my custom tag, #TheMaladaptiveWriter12, if you do!

Cross posted from my Ao3: TheMaladaptiveWriter12

“Whoever is chewing like a goat, mute yourself,” Gloomurai gruffed, spacebar spamming in the background.

“I am not a goat,” Fafnir shouted.

“You’re kinda loud there, ngl,” GotSkill? said.

They were currently farming a dungeon for upgrade items, and Gloomurai seemed to be in a bad mood today. He wasn’t as talkative as he normally was, even if it wasn’t much in the first place. He didn’t even go crazy over the cat in the harbor like he normally does. But it turns out that he had lost a game tournament and apparently needed a new game controller because of it.

“So what do y'all eat while you game?” Fafnir asked.

“I typically eat candy.” Mirai, playing as Apollo said.

“I don’t eat at all,” Rocinante said, “fog eating isn’t a good habit after all.”

“Who cares?!” Khan shouted. “Chips are the best!”

“And get cheese dust on your keyboard? Hard pass,” Leslie scoffed.

“Just keep wipes at your desk,” WarMachine muttered.

“I don’t particularly eat anything, but I will drink a Wendigo while I play,” PixieStic said quietly.

“Ooh! What’s your favorite flavor,” Mirai asked giddily. “I’m hooked on Blue Raspberry.”

“Blue Bloods? That one’s okay, but I like Toxic Sludge, the lime one.”

“Oh no, if we’re talkin’ Wendigos, Star Lord is totally S-Tier! We’re talking about the right balance of sweet and sour, not too lemony, but the flavor is still noticeable, and don’t get me started on the hints of passion fruit. It’s not too overbearing yet that flavor is there if you know where to look,” Gloomurai rambled. “And once you pair it with the right candy, I prefer Pomegranate Drops, the tart against the lemon is a total win.”

Mirai chuckled, “There he goes again.”

“You normies wouldn’t understand the power of the Star Lord,” Gloomurai scoffed. “Once you taste its power, you’ll never kneel down to any other flavor again.”

The guild chat burst into laughter.

It was late and the guild was silent, the majority of the already logged off for the night. Mirai was still farming for an upgrade item so he could finish crafting the new amour he wanted, but the thing was, he wasn’t strong enough to get to it. Mirai was tempted to see if Lilia was too busy to help him, but then again, that’s what his own Guild Master was for. Truth be told, Mirai was kinda intimidated by Gloomurai, even with his small crush on the guy’s voice. Gloomurai seemed to still be upset, his mic still cutting in and out, and Mirai guessed that he forgot to mute himself, because he was currently raging at a totally different game.

Mirai wouldn’t ask for him to farm then, but he’d ask if he knew any other easier spots.

“Uh, Guild Master?” Mirai meekly called out. He hated the way his voice sounded. It sounded small and weak, and he was by no means any of those things.

There was a bunch of feedback and some frantic muttering, but not soon after, Gloomurai’s voice rang through his headset. “Y-Yeah? What’s up?”

“I, uh, do you know where I can find Elven Chains? I found some, but I’m too weak to farm it.”

“Did you try The Last Bastion?”

“Yeah, and The Great War.”

“K, hold on.”

A second later, Gloomurai’s avatar was teleporting to Mirai’s.

“I’ll farm with you. Just heal,” Gloomurai muttered.

“Mn.”

They ended farming for an additional hour, but thanks to Gloomurai, Mirai was able to farm for the Elven Chains.

“Thanks man,” Mirai muttered. “How do I look?”

Mirai’s avatar, Apollo, did a little flourish, his character giving a little “meow” as he made his hands into paws. Apollo was now dressed in golden chains. His character was topless, gold sparkly chains covering his torso like a loose crop top. The bottom half was just two slivers of hanging ivory cloth that just about covered his character, and he wore no shoes, just gold anklets that jingled when Apollo walked, but other than that, it was nothing but a chain and smooth creamy freckled skin. Mirai was so busy admiring his handiwork that he hadn’t realized that the Guild Master hadn’t answered him.

“Boss? Ya there? You muted?” Mirai asked.

“Y-Y-Yeah, I-I, um, I yeah. C-Cool, really cool,” Gloomurai stammered.

Mirai cackled, his voice echoing through the chat. He laughed for a good minute before speaking again, “You good, dude? Need a minute?”

“Sh-Shut up,” came Gloomurai’s embarrassed shout.

“Okay, okay. I’ll stop messin’.”

Mirai could practically hear him pouting through the mic.

“So,” Mirai started, “You got any other games you play?”

Gloomurai scoffed, “What don’t I play?”

“You got any cozy game recommendations?”

“Depends on what you’re looking for. If you want mindless simulations, I’d go for My Zootopia, if you want a story mode and some bit of a challenge, I’d go for Orchard Adventurer. But if you want a little more of an interactive game, I’d totally go for Harvest Valley, it’s all the talk right now among the ‘Cozy Game’ community. You move to your Grandmother’s old farm and start a new life in this small town.”

Gloomurai was rambling, like, he sounded like a motorboat at the rate he was talking. Mirai realized he got like this when he was really passionate about the topic. It was cute, but hard to understand at times.

“W-Wait, wait, I can’t keep up,” Mirai said, trying to stop Gloomurai’s rambling, “Uh, Harvest Valley? I’m always down for a good farming rpg. Can you romance townies too?”

“Yeah, but who cares about the townies, it’s the lore that’s more interesting. It’s like, I, no, you know what, I’m sending you a link. I hope you have no plans for tomorrow, because we’re about to have the longest Harvest Valley sesh ever.”

As the game downloaded, Mirai went out for a quick snack run, the both of them promising to reconvene in thirty minutes. Mirai dressed himself quickly, lighting a cigarette on the way. He knew he should’ve quit long ago, especially now that he started smoking for leisure again, but with the stress he had to endure since being dropped off here, he was bound to relapse. Although, some days, he wished for something a little stronger.

Mirai decided to go to one of the vending machines that were located outside. It was one thing to sneak inside the building for a snack, but to go in with a lit cigarette in his lips? That was expulsion waiting to happen.

“Gummy worms or gummy bears?” Mirai muttered indecisively, looking over his options, “Gummy worms or gummy bears?”

“Gummy worms are better.”

Mirai jumped, whipping his head around, seriously hoping it wasn’t one of the staff, or anyone who’d tattle on him, but his terror was short lived because it was just Idia and his tablet.

“Oh, hey Idia,” Mirai greeted, taking the cigarette out of his mouth. “And yeah, Ima go with the gummy worms.”

Idia seemed to be taken aback by Mirai, he would have never guessed that the Prefect would have a bad habit of smoking, but then again, he really didn’t know what he thought about Mirai.

As Mirai paid for his candy, Idia browsed the drinks, and once they were done, they promptly switched spots. Mirai chuckled quietly, retrieving his Blue Raspberry Wendigo.

“Shoot,” Mirai cursed, trying to find a big enough pocket to put his gummies in.

Mirai heard a snicker and immediately pouted as he looked up at Idia. Idia looked smug as he shoved all his stuff into the large pockets of his jacket.

“Curse you and your cool practical techwear,” Mirai pouted.

Idia didn’t respond, but he seemed to crumple in on himself.

“Welp,” Mirai said, placing his cigarette back between his lips, “see ya, Idia.”

Back at Ramshackle, Mirai took a quick bathroom break, cleaned off his desk, and got back into his loungewear, which was just shucking off his shirt and tossing it into some random corner. Putting back on his headset, Mirai could hear Gloomurai muttering to himself.

“I’m back Gloomy,” Mirai called.

“You done downloading?” Gloomurai droned.

“Yeah, just about.”

“Cool, I got started already. I’m just creating my character.”

“You can even create your own character?!” Mirai asked excitedly, “So cool!”

Mirai’s loading bar finally filled out and the game was ready to play.

“It’s done,” Mirai said, popping open his drink.

“Sending the invite now,” Gloomurai muttered.

“Invite?”

“We’re playing Co-op.”

“Ok, this is officially the best game ever!”

Gloomurai chuckled softly.

“I’m in,” Mirai chirped.

“Cool. Ima play through the prologue so you can create your character.”

Mirai opened up the game and was immediately floored with the style.

“Aww,” Mirai gushed. “It’s a 16-bit rpg!”

“It’s like one of the biggest 16-bit farming games out there. It has become quite the staple in the “Cozy Gaming” community. Many are trying to replicate it, but we all know they’re just biters.”

“That’s annoying,” Mirai replied.

“Yep.”

“Oh, don’t get me started on popular games that bit before that claim other games are biting off of them.”

“UGH,” Gloomurai groaned. “Those people are the worst.”

After the prologue, Mirai’s character woke up in a little farm house. It was cute, and so were the graphics. Mirai was currently cleaning his yard when he saw Gloomurai’s character run by. He was cute. He had shaggy black hair, gold eyes, and a skull tee. Mirai chased after his character, throwing emotes as he circled around him.

Gloomurai scoffed, “You look like a total chad.”

Mirai’s character had long blonde hair, green eyes, and a red varsity jacket.

“Hey,” Mirai shouted, “Gross. He’s supposed to look like a skater boy. Yours looks like one of those emo dudes.”

“Whaddja name him?” Gloomy asked.

“Jasper,” Mirai chirped.

“Now he sounds like a pushover.”

Mirai laughed loudly. “What’s yours-no wait, I got it! Jorris!”

“What in Twisted Wonderland is Jorris?!”

Mirai cackled loudly.

“And no, his name is Shadow.”

“Total e-boy name.”

“Can it.”

Mirai and Gloomurai ended up staying up too late, which Mirai regretted because of his early shift with Sam. But after two energy drinks and three donuts, Mirai got through his shift with just a little more energy. Sam seemed to notice his fatigue and let him off thirty minutes early without docking his pay. Mirai was so grateful as he dragged his feet home, he really had to buy the guy a card or something.

Mirai crashed as soon as he got home and before he knew it, it was six o’clock and his phone was blowing up on his bedside table. Mirai groggily reached for his phone and checked his notifications. It was his Keyboard chat.

Fafnir: farm sesh

Fafnir: FARM SESH

PixieStic: OK ALREADY! IM COMING!

WarMachine: i’m down

Roci: I’m coming, Darlings

Khan: Gross

Roci: TnT

Leslie: Leave Roci alone

PixieStic: You on Boss

Boss: Yeah

Mirai got up, brushed his teeth, and got a snack before hopping on the server. Spawning in, Mirai readied himself and fast traveled to Gloomurai where he and the Guild were Dark Recluses. Dark Recluses were a stronger version of the Recluse, which were humanoid spider monsters, and it looked like the Guild was in trouble. Roci’s Lancer Elf was low at health, Fafnir, a Dwarf Paladin Knight, was trying to protect Leslie’s Skeleton Thief, who was being cornered by three Dark Recluses. Leslie was warping in and out of the fray to keep from getting killed, War Machine, an Armored Wizard, was casting spells left and right, trying to cast buffs and debuffs to keep the team alive. GotSkill?’s Dark Mage couldn’t cast due to the AOE damage the Dark Recluses were doing, and with his elemental magic being the same elemental type the Spiders were, his damage was reduced. PixieStic’s Undead Archer was on the outskirts of the battlefield, trying to get good shots in without harming the team, and Metaboy’s Armored Knight was trying to protect him. And lastly, Gloomurai, the Reaper, was reviving when he needed to, getting some hits in, but he didn’t look too engaged. In the Guild Chat, everyone was yelling at each other, cursing and swearing, and blaming each other, it was a total mess.

Mirai first casted an group healing spell, putting the team back at full health. Next he casted a speed buff on Khan, Metaboy, and Fafnir, damage buffs on GotSkill, Leslie, and Roci, and lastly shields on GotSkill?, PixieStic, WarMachine, and Lesie. And like that, the team quickly got themselves together as if they never were falling apart to begin with. And three minutes later, they took down the Dark Recluses, taking their much needed drops.

“Apollo,” Roci cried, “My angel!”

“Hey,” Mirai rasped, voice still groggy from sleep.

“Thanks man,” WarMachine sighed.

“No problem,” Mirai said dismissively.

“Boss,” Khan cried, “why didn’t you help us.”

“I’m only here to cast revives. You farm your own upgrade materials,” Gloomurai muttered out.

“But we were totally outnumbered!”

Gloomurai didn’t even respond, his avatar shrugging his shoulders.

“Apollo,” Metaboy cheered. “Nice outfit!”

“Oh! Yeah, I forgot I got this. Thanks,” Mirai yawned.

“Aw, Honey, you sound tired,” Roci crooned sympathetically.

“Just woke up. I had work this mornin’ and I stayed up late last night.”

“Oh, yeah! I forgot you stayed later to farm your materials,” Fafnir gruffed.

“Well I can’t take all the credit,” Mirai rasped, “If it weren’t for Gloomy, I wouldn't even have gotten the Elven Chains last night.”

The chat went silent, and Mirai thought he was lagging before the chat burst out in collective disdain.

“C’mon man,” Khan shouted.

“No fair,” Leslie griped.

“Are you kidding me?!” Fafnir gruffed.

“W-What, what's wrong?” Mirai stammered.

“Boss wouldn’t even help us just now, he never does,” PixieStic shouted.

“What gives?!” WarMachine gruffed.

“Apollo is still a noob, and he’s just a healer,” Gloomurai muttered dryly, “He can’t farm his own materials by himself.”

“He’s def not a noob anymore,” Khan shouted, “and he def can hold his own! You did his loadout, you should know!”

“Yeah,” Leslie shouted. “When I first joined, you made me get my own stuff, saying that the world wasn’t gonna just hand it to me if I didn’t work for it!”

“I did not,” Gloomurai gruffed.

“Did too!”

Suddenly Roci gasped, “It’s because he’s a cat, isn’t it!”

The chat went silent yet again, before they all began heckling Gloomy over his favoritism.

Mirai and Metaboy just laughed as Gloomurai tried to defend himself.

Harvest Valley became their new obsession. Mirai would rush back to Ramshackle, set up, and wait for Gloomurai to invite him to their private server to play. Gloomurai was so invested, he even made a schedule. Monday through Thursday at seven to ten, they get on Harvest Valley, Fridays they raid, and after the guild logged off, they would switch games. On weekends, they tailored it to Mirai’s working schedule.

They were currently in Summer in the game and Mirai was debating on who he should romance.

“So, like, Harper is cool all, but she’s kinda boring,” Mirai muttered as they raided the caves. “But Sabrina’s kinda, I don’t know, nosey? A Pick me?”

“Uh huh,” Gloomurai muttered. “Shadow Monger on your left.”

“Got it! But then there’s the actual skater boy, Jack, and he’s a total sweetheart. Hu-”

“Wait, w-wait,” Gloomurai said, hurriedly, “Jack is a guy.”

“Details, details, potayto, potahto. But yeah, anyways, Hunter, he-”

“Y-You’re g-gay? W-Wait, no, I-I I didn’t, I, f-forget that! Y-you don’t, you don’t have to answer that!”

“Bi.”

“W-What?’ Gloomurai stuttered.

“I swing more towards men, but I’m Bi,” Mirai supplied nonchalantly.

“O-Oh.”

“Does that bother you?”

“No, no! It’s cool! I’m good, I’m fine with it!”

“Okay, back to the real issue at hand.” Mirai didn’t even wait for the guy to speak up before he went off again. “Hunter, that sporty guy, he’s kinda cute, but he's too full of himself, total meathead.”

“O-Oh yeah, he so annoying,” Gloomurai muttered

“There’s the emo dude, uh, Seth! Yeah, Seth! He’s kinda hot, totally my type. Like, I don’t care if he’s a junkie, he gives me total bad boy vibes. He’s all mature, cooped up in his room, playing video games, doing drugs. Total shut-in material, but that’s what makes him even cuter.”

“Who’d like a disgusting shut-in?” Gloomurai sneered.

“Uh, me obviously! So who are you gonna romance?

“Ugh, no one.”

“What? Like, that’s the whole point!”

“No it’s not! You can totally beat this game without romancing anyone!”

“Then what’s the point?!”

“Lore! Duh!”

“Yeah, but like, romancing some of these character’s gives you more lore. Like some of these guys are mad shady.”

Gloomurai chuckled, “You said mad.”

“Says the guy who uses the word sus,” Mirai scoffed.

“What’s wrong with sus?!”

Their next session was longer than the last. Mirai had taken the middle shift, so he was free the rest of the day. And slowly but surely they were getting to know each other. They both liked Wendigo energy drinks and candy. They both were gamers, and highschool students, and they both were guys. But Mirai had learned that Gloomurai’s favorite color was blue, which was his favorite color. Gloomurai learned that Mirai liked rock music, which he didn’t mind, but anything closest to Techno and or EDM was always superior. Mirai learned the Gloomurai was quite the technophile, he even built and modded his own PC. And the more he got to know these little tidbits, the more Mirai fell.

“Favorite pizza topping,” Mirai rambled as he proceeded to place weird objects in Gloomurai’s house while he was out fishing.

“Can’t go wrong with cheese,” Gloomurai muttered.

“True. Candy?”

“Pomegranate Drops.”

“Are they really that good?”

“Uh, yeah,” Gloomurai said as if it was common knowledge. “Sweet sugar dusted outside, sour, tart, inside, a good hard candy crunch? You’re talking S-Tier candy eating experience.”

“I guess I’ll give them a try.”

After that, there was silence. As much as Mirai hated silence, but this type of silence wasn’t so bad, it was nice even. The game’s cute ost really set the calm and cozy mood, and if Mirai listened hard enough, he could hear the feedback from Gloomy’s end. There was the tall tale sound of Gloomurai’s keyboard and mouse, but behind all that, Mirai could make out the fans of his PC, the light techno music playing in the background, but most of all, Mirai could hear the soft muttering as he thought aloud. Mirai realized Gloomy had a habit of either thinking aloud or reading aloud, and he found it so cute.

But other than that, Mirai likes these moments, just gaming in each other’s company. No one needed to say anything, they didn’t need to see each other, just listening to each other’s quiet breathing, gaming on the same server was enough.

“Apollo! What in Harvest Valley is in my house?!”

Mirai burst out in a fit of laughter.

It was finally here. After Mirai reached level fifty, Mirai was able to buy a Forever True phone charm. The game had it set up where you could buy their achievements in real life with the extra step of putting in their player ID. Mirai found it a cute and cool way to have players interact and support their game outside of it.

Mirai pulled the shiny golden charm out of the box and stared at it in awe. It was so pretty, so shiny, and it was his. Mirai happily looped the band through his phone and pulled it taunt. It fit so perfectly, and it matched his phone case. Mirai couldn’t stare long, but he could definitely show it off as he walked to the Housewarden meet. Mirai was glad he had a warning in advance this time, that way if Malleus had already left, he wouldn’t be late.

Malleus hadn’t left yet, but he and Lilia were just about to leave themselves, so they happily walked to the Headmage’s office together.

“Ooh! Your charm came in,” Lilia commented, looking over at the dangling charm.

“Oh yeah! It came in this morning, and I just opened it before I left,” Mirai smiled.

“Sweet!”

“Although I know nothing of your little charm,” Malleus muttered, “It is quite charming.”

“Thanks Malleus,” Mirai smiled.

The three of them made it to the meeting where the rest of the Housewardens and their Vices were trickling in. Mirai greeted Riddle and Trey, who were no doubt the first one’s there, Azul and Jade, who greeted him back with their cold, calculating smiles, and lastly, Vil and Rook. Rook was more than happy to greet Mirai with big smiles and flowery words, but Vil kept his greetings short and practiced. When Kalim and Jamil waltzed in, Kalim was more than happy to throw himself in Mirai’s arms, nuzzling his face against his as he greeted him.

“Mi-Mi,” Kalim cried, “I’ve missed you! You should come over more often.”

“Aw Kalim, I’m sorry. I’ll visit tomorrow,” Mirai cooed, rubbing Kalim’s back. He then turned to Jamil, “Is that okay with you, Jamil?”

Jamil seemed a little surprised that Mirai was asking for his permission and not just agreeing to Kalim’s whims like everyone else did.

“Y-Yeah, sure, that’s fine,” Jamil muttered, fiddling with his hair.

“Cool,” Mirai said, turning away from Jamil, putting attention back on the dejected Housewarden, “I’ll be over at noon. That way we can chat over lunch. How’s that?”

Kalim nodded happily, “Mn! It’s a date!”

“‘Sup, Prefect,” Ruggie called as he waltzed in with Leona in tow.

“Yo,” Mirai greeted back.

“Cutting it close,” Riddle commented, not looking up from his stack of papers.

“Shut it, Red,” Leona growled.

Leona tried to get to his seat, but Mirai was still petting Kalim’s little head as they spoke.

“Move, Herbivore,” Leona said as he tried to shove his way past Mirai to his seat.

Kalim backed out of Mirai’s arms, but Mirai didn’t move.

“Hmm?” Mirai hummed, feigning to think hard on his request, “Why should I?”

“Herbivore,” Leona warned, “Move.”

“I don’t hear a please,” Mirai sang.

Leona snatched Mirai from the front of his shirt, and the room erupted in chaos as Leona lifted him up until he was eye level, growling, “you gotta death wish?”

“Nah, but it wouldn’t kill you to be nicer,” Mirai smirked.

Leona just rolled his eyes, dropping the Prefect to his feet, and on his way to his seat, he flicked Mirai on the forehead. Plopping into his seat, Leona slouched down so far that his head was resting on the back of the chair.

Mirai sat down in between Lilia and Riddle, and took out his phone. They still had five minutes and Headmage Crowley wasn’t even in the room, so Mirai checked the Keyboard chat. The guys were chit chatting and Mirai added to the conversation, and as he did, Lilia flicked at the charm on Mirai’s phone like a little cat.

The doors opened once more and slowly walking in, dragging his feet was Idia, hoodie zipped up to his neck as he nervously chewed on the zipper.

“What are you, five?” Vil spat, “Take that out of your mouth!”

Idia startled with a high pitched shriek, the zipper falling from his blue lips.

“You’re three minutes late,” Riddle informed, glaring but not at Idia.

“The Headmage isn’t even here,” Idia’s tablet said.

“It doesn’t matter,” Riddle said, finally looking at Idia. “If the Headmage were here, you’d be late. One should always be on time, especially with your status as Housewarden, which you never take seriously.”

Idia didn’t say anything as he slunk to his seat in between Rook and Malleus, pulling his feet into the chair so that he was hidden from view.

Mirai felt bad. With the many overbots that Mirai had to diffuse, he knew the lot of them had their own mix of issues, issues that he had to play therapist for, so not a single one of them had the right to criticize Idia’s social anxiety. And that was another thing, Mirai hated the fact that this world, and his last, viewed mental illness as something that could just be corrected with a snap of a finger, especially introverted based illnesses. Mirai wondered if he should defend Idia next time, or keep his mouth shut, since he knew sometimes that made things worse.

“Mi-Mi?” Kalim called.

“Y-Yeah?” Mirai jumped from his thoughts, sitting up from his slouched position in his seat.

“What’s that?”

“What’s what?”

“That! The charm on your phone.”

“Oh,” Mirai shouted in realization, “That! Yeah, it just came in today. It’s from a game I play.”

“That’s cool,” Kalim chirped. “What’s it mean?”

“It’s an emblem that represents getting your avatar to level fifty. Here.”

Mirai stood up from his seat and walked across the room so that Kalim could see it better.

“Oh! So cool! It's so shiny,” Kalim said, handing it back. “Congratulations by the way.”

“Thanks,” Mirai chuckled, sitting back down. “But it’s nothing really. This is one of the smallest achievements you could get.”

“But you achieved it, so that makes it special,” Lilia added with a smile, tilting his head to the side.

Kalim nodded.

“I guess,” Mirai said thoughtfully. “But you should see the other ones. The guys in my guild are levels way higher than mine, so I bet they have all the cool stuff.”

“Show me some time?” Kalim asked.

“Sure. I can show you tomorrow.”

“Mn! And we can make charms of our own, to show our friendship! Don’t worry, I have a bunch of gold shiny things we can use.”

Mirai chuckled. “How about we make it ourselves? I can teach you how to braid using ribbon, string, and some beads.”

“Mn,” Kalim nodded excitedly.

“Saps,” Leona gruffed, eyes closed.

“Aww, don’t worry Leona, I can make you one too,” Mirai teased.

“Over my dead body.”

Mirai sneakily reached his leg forward and quickly swiped at Leona’s outstretched leg, causing the Beastman to fall off the chair with a gasp, his arms flailing as he tried to catch himself, eyes wide. Leona just barely caught himself before he fit the floor, and once he righted himself, he glared at the Ramshackle Prefect.

Mirai cackled, Ruggie, Trey, Vil, Azul, Jade, Lilia and Malleus following suit.

“Herbivore,” Leona growled menacingly, standing from his seat and just before he could reach Mirai, the doors flew open, the Headmage strolling in like he wasn’t twenty minutes late for his own meeting.

“Apologies my beloved students, but Professor Trein had important matters to discuss,” Headmage Crowely apologized without a hint of remorse.

The room collectively held back a groan and an eye-roll, while Kalim just smiled and accepted his apology.

“But how benevolent of me to give you the wonderful opportunity to better your relationships with each other,” the Headmage all but gushed.

Riddle cleared this through, gaining the attention of the whole room, “With all due respect sir, I find it’d be in all of our best interest to start this meeting. We are busy people, and I’d like to be back before Trey and I break curfew.”

The rest of the room nodded respectfully.

“Oh yes, forgive me, Mr. Rosehearts,” Headmage Crowley said, sitting down in his seat. “Let us begin.”

The moment the meeting dismissed Crowley was out of earshot, Mirai booked it down the hall cackling as Leona chased after him, hot on his heels, and by the time the rest of the group made it to the courtyard, Leona had the Ramshackle Prefect in a headlock.

“Tap out, Herbivore,” Leona growled a laugh, “Tap out!”

“Never,” Mirai laughed.

“Suit yourself.”

“That looks like fun,” Kalim shouted, and before Jamil could stop him, he was sprinting over to Leona, tackling him into the grass below.

“Get ‘em, Kalim,” Mirai shouted, jumping onto Leona as well.

Ruggie guffawed, holding his stomach as Leona struggled against the two of them.

“Ignore them,” Riddle huffed, sticking his nose up as he walked by.

The group was just getting to Main Street when Azul spoke up. “I didn’t know you were a gamer, Prefect.”

“Huh?” Mirai jumped, taking his eyes off his Keyboard Server, “Oh, yeah, that. Yeah, I used to game a lot back in high school, but once I graduated, I had to work more than anything to pay rent.”

“But you are in high school,” Vil said with a raised eyebrow.

“Technically I’ve already graduated back home, but since that blasted carriage kidnapped me, I now have three more years added to my suffering.”

Ruggie snickered.

“Sucks to be you,” Leona gruffed.

“What were your games like back at home,” Lilia asked.

“Uhh,” Mirai said, fiddling with the phone charm, “I mean, it’s basically the same as it is here. FPSs, MMORPGs, Cozy Games, Platform Games, we had them all. I typically like RPGs, MMORPGs, FPSs, and Cozy games, but I tend to lean toward farming RPGs.”

“Whatever you just said,” Leona gruffed.

Mirai stuck his tongue out at Leona, and Leona swatted at him from the back of the group.

“You should check out the board game club,” Azul suggested. “I know it’s not electronic, but it’s quite fun.”

“No, no, it’s cool,” Mirai said reassuringly. “I like board games, card games especially. We have one at home that is like the pinnacle of all card games, I could teach you if you’d like?”

“Just name the date, and it’s done.”

“Ok, cool.”

As they passed the vending machine, Mirai eyed the drinks, and before they got too far, Mirai cut through the group, pulled out two marks and put them in the machine. Once the machine dropped his drink, Mirai promptly cracked the Wendigo open and took a swig.

“You drink that trash?” Leona asked, disgusted.

Mirai snapped his head up and the group hadn’t moved.

“You didn’t have to wait for me,” Mirai said, highly confused.

There was a clatter and the group turned around just in time to see Idia pull a Wendigo from the machine. Idia seemed to sense the staring gazes and froze up.

“See,” Mirai said laughing, “Idia’s a man of culture. He knows what’s up.”

Riddle rolled his eyes.

“I salute you, O’ great one,” Mirai said, raising his can in mock cheer.

Idia breathed a laugh, raising his can.

“I can’t believe you put that stuff in your body,” Vil sighed disappointingly.

“Oh, honey, Vil,” Mirai said, smirking, “This isn’t even the worst thing I’ve consumed or put in my body.”

Vil scoffed, rolling his eyes and he walked ahead.

Mirai laughed loudly.

“Okay, now I’m curious,” Ruggie says, speeding up to walk in time with Mirai. “What was the worst?”

“I do not want to know,” Riddle fumed.

“Nor do I,” Vil said.

Mirai chuckled as he leaned towards Ruggie and whispered into his ear. Ruggie snickered.

“Really?!” Ruggie said, eyes wide.

“Mn.”

“Dang, I would’ve-wait, never mind, I can see it now.”

Mirai cackled.

“What’d he say,” Azul asked.

Ruggie looked at Mirai, and Mirai just waved him off. Ruggie pulled Azul to the back of the group where he muttered what Mirai had said.

“Well, color me surprised,” Azul said blankly.

“Alright,” Loana sighed, “just say it.”

“Now, I too, am curious,” Malleus said, intrigued.

“I was an avid smoker, sue me,” Mirai said, shrugging.

There was a beat of silence.

“Mirai,” Vil scolded loudly. “Tell me you’re lying!”

Mirai snorted a laugh, “Then I’d be lying.”

“Mirai,” Riddle yelled, face going red in anger. “Why would you do such a thing?!”

“Not going into the details of that,” Mirai said as he veered off to the path of Ramshackle. “Later party people.”

Mirai had started thinking about his current predicament, and that was that he was crushing on his upperclassman, Idia Shroud, who was quite literally shrouded in mystery and his sexy sounding Guild Master, who he knew little to nothing about. Sure, Mirai knew in both areas that he had absolute zero chance. One, he had no idea where his Guild Master lived, or if he really was who he said he was, so really, he had fallen in love with the person he made up in his head. But Idia was so close, yet so far. He went to the same school as him, and they saw each other quite a few times, but from what Mirai learned, Idia was a total recluse. Idia never left his room for anything, you had to legit drag him out kicking and screaming. And on top of that, he didn't have the best rep here at NRC, it was all either negative or nothing at all.

Mirai had just gotten done hanging with Kalim and decided to pay Crewel a visit. He liked hanging with Crewel, who was becoming a mentor and or father figure of sorts to him. Mirai would go to the Alchemy Professor with his problems, and Crewel would give him the advice he needed.

“It’s hopeless,” Mirai sighed, as he played with Crewel’s dog.

“What is?” Professor Crewel asked from his desk.

“My love life.”

Professor Crewel scoffed, “What are you on about?”

Mirai sighed as he crossed the room to sit beside Crewel. “Like there’s this guy I like, but it’s like we live in two totally different worlds.”

“How so?”

“I’ve only seen him in passing, and he’s so pretty, but he doesn't talk to me at all, I’m pretty sure he doesn’t know I exist. But then again, I think I’ve fallen for my Guild Master.”

“Okay, I have no idea what a Guild Master is, but I might know the pup you speak of. Do you have his name?”

“Idia.”

Crewel just sighed.

Mirai chuckled a bit, leaning across Crewel’s desk, which earned him a glare that he ignored.

“Of all of the bad dogs in this school, you choose Shroud?” Professor Crewel asked, an eyebrow raised.

“But he’s so cool. His hair quite literally burns, he’s got the prettiest blue lips, the cutest sharp teeth, and the deepest eyebags I’ve ever seen. He’s got like three of the best features any hot guy should have,” Mirai rambled dreamily.

Crewel just started at Mirai like he had grown another head.

“But like, I’ve only kinda spoken with him, well, no not really, usually I talk at him, and if he does answer, he uses his tablet. Is he mute or just shy?”

“Shroud is a terrible introvert, as shut-in most times. He’s lazy, he never attends class, and usually will make his younger brother go to class in his stead.”

“He has a little brother?” Mirai asked.

“Ortho Shroud. He’s not hard to miss because he’s a child and an artificial one at that.”

“Artificial? Like a robot?”

“Exactly.”

“That’s cool,” Mirai said absentmindedly.

Mirai thought of his life growing up, secluded, excluded, and alone. If only he was smart enough, he could’ve built a brother to play with.

“I’ve always wanted a brother,” Mirai muttered quietly, “I wouldn’t care if he wasn’t human, as long as I had someone to talk to, to play with, I’d be okay.”

Crewel sighed and ran a gloved hand through Mirai’s hair. “I haven’t a clue on how to help you this time, but to tell you keep trying. Now quit moping and give Spot his walk.”

“You mean Poppyseed Muffin,” Mirai smirked as the puppy perked up at the name.

“That is not his name!”

“C’mon, baby! C’mon, Poppyseed Muffin,” Mirai cooed in a baby voice. “Say bye to Daddy.”

The puppy instantly jumped up from his spot at Crewel’s feet and yapped excitedly, tail wagging as Mirai leashed him. Crewel glared at Mirai as he walked out with the dog.

“What am I gonna do with that child,” Crewel sighed fondly.

The sun had long set, the now moon high in the cloudy starry sky. It was a nice enough night to leave the window open, the breeze a comforting as it brushed against Mirai’s skin as he gamed at his desk. And speaking of gaming, Mirai was currently playing Forever True.

Mirai was messing around with Roci, Leslie, and Khan, the four of them making their characters do weird emotes that they found funny.

“Apollo,” Gloomurai called.

“Yeah?” Mirai laughed as his character started acting like a chicken.

“Let’s go play Harvest Valley,” Gloomurai muttered.

“Okay!”

“Woah, woah, woah! Since when have you two been so buddy buddy?!” Khan asked incredulously.

“Whaddaya mean?” Mirai asked.

“Hey, now that you mention it,” PixieStic cut in, “The Boss has been playing favorites, hasn’t he?”

“I am not,” Gloomy shouted.

“Are too,” GotSkill? yelled. “You’ve been helping Apollo with any chance you get!”

“You wouldn’t even help us raid last week,” WarMachine gruffed, “But you helped Apollo.”

“You did,” Leslie agreed.

“He’s only level seventy six, miles lower than the rest of us, mind you. He can’t fight the mobs we normally take on,” Gloomy defended.

“Admit it,” Fafnir goaded, “you’re playing favorites! You like Apollo don’t you?!”

Gloomurai made a garbled noise from his end, and the chat erupted in laughter.

“And it’s all because he’s a cat,” Leslie shouted.

The game chat erupted in laughter.

Mirai’s face grew hot, more than relieved that the guys couldn’t see him at all. That had caught him majorly off guard. He had really thought they suspected the ladder, not that Mirai would have minded, but he really was trying to get over his crush on the guy.

“Cozy games bore me,” Khan muttered absentmindedly.

“Yeah, those put me to sleep, especially the farming ones,” Leslie agreed.

“I could care less for the romance aspect,” Warmachine commented.

“Since you scrubs don’t appreciate the absolute masterpiece that is Harvest Valley, Apollo is the only one allowed to play with me,” Gloomurai grumbled.

“Alright, alright,” Mirai laughed. “If yall don’t need me, I’ll be logging off.”

“Bye bye, Darling!” Roci called.

“See ya, dude,” Khan called.

“Bye Rocinante, bye Khan, bye guys,” Mirai called.

Mirai logged off and booted up Harvest Valley, and not a second later, Gloomy was inviting him to a private party. Mirai couldn’t even get a word in before Gloomurai’s voice filled his headset.

“Whadda they know about Harvest Valley? Am I the only one who’s based here? Cozy gaming is one of the best types of games out there. Can you even call yourself a gamer if you can’t even pick up a cozy game?”

Mirai laughed loudly. “Just ignore them. They clearly don’t know what they are missing.”

Gloomurai scoffed, “Obviously.”

Once the save was up, they got back into the swing of things. Mirai was currently trying to build his barn upgrade, while Gloomy was trying to fill the research center. They tended to split the work with that, the research center, Mirai did all the farm based and foraging items, while Gloomurai did all the fishing and mine based items.

“So you know how I was telling you that this game gets updated?” Gloomurai asked.

“Yeah, I think so,” Mirai muttered, his focus more on the slimes that were trying to kill him.

“So like this used to be way harder to complete, like some of the items you couldn’t get until year three. But now that we have a traveling merchant that comes by, she'll sometimes sell the items we need.”

“Oh, so we can just buy them, instead of struggling.”

“Yep.”

“That’s cool.”

12:45

“I’m naming the dark chicken after you,” Mirai laughed.

“Why?!” Gloomurai asked.

“Cus! It’s all dark and gloomy, like you are!”

“You makin’ fun of me?!”

“Nope!”

1:33

“Hey, Apollo,” Gloomurai called. “What fishing level are you at?”

“Zero,” Mirai laughed.

“Why is it at fricking zero?!”

“Cus,” Mirai groaned, “I hate fishing. It’s too hard, and boring.”

“How is it hard?!” Gloomurai shouted. “You’re pressing one frickin’ button!”

Mirai laughed.

2:07

“Ugh,” Gloomurai groaned. “I gotta go back up, I'm about to die.”

“Ooh! Ooh! Here! I bought some food! Here,” Mirai said, giving Gloomy’s character some food.

“Thanks man.”

“No problem! Now help me take out these skeletons before I die.”

Gloomurai snorted a laugh.

3:54

“Gloomy,” Mirai whined.

“No,” Gloomurai muttered

“Please.”

“No.”

“But-”

“Should’ve thought about that before you changed my wallpaper.”

“I’m sorry,” Mirai laughed. “I won’t do it again.”

There was silence.

“Tonight,” Mirai snickered.

“Bastard,” Gloomurai gruffed, but relented, giving Mirai the fish he had stolen from his chest.

“Yay,” Mirai cheered.

Mirai and Gloomurai played for a good while. The two of them got through ten levels of the caves, they got through to the next season, and they also finished two research center bundles. Mirai liked playing with Gloomy, his company was nice, and their banter, funnier. Gloomy liked to poke fun, always bragging when Mirai couldn’t do something himself and other times, Gloomurai was saying some off the wall rude remarks, but it was never truly toward Mirai.

And this had Mirai thinking long after they had got off for the night. Did Gloomy really like Mirai like his Guildmates implied? At first Mirai really thought it was because his character was a cat, but then again, it seemed more than that. Gloomy tended to make Mirai his top pick for anything, even with his hatred for lack of experience. He needed a partner for a dungeon run? He picked Mirai. Gloomy needed help on a side quest? He picked Mirai. Gloomy needed to farm for upgrade materials? He picked Mirai. He also didn't give Mirai lip when he messed up, died, or asked for help like he did with the others.And Mirai was starting to see it while they played Harvest Valley together. Gloomy liked leaving little items in his storage chest, they were “extras” or so he was told. Gloomy even danced with his character at the spring gala when Mirai couldn’t get Seth to dance with his character. Mirai was severely confused and his head was starting to hurt, but then again, maybe that was from the lack of sleep, so Mirai decided to just lie down.

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bees--in-my--bones · 2 years ago

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posted about this a couple times but I'm starting ikesen and ikerev up again after a few years and playing ikepri and ikevamp for the 1st time and I feel like doing route reviews. I already kinda did a shingen one but from here on out I'll tag them "bee's ikereview" so you can block if you want. anyway here's jonah:

Jonah - Bee's Ikereview

so I've read jonah before and he was definitely my top 2 ikerev routes, between him and sirius. I forgot how arrogant he was but it's not bad, especially when you can tell it comes from a good place. yes he's a cocky little bitch, but he's MC's cocky little bitch. by the end of the route it's definitely endearing. and I love all the little nods to how much they like being around each other, like when they both show up way, way too early for each date. you can see jonah relax slowly throughout the route, dropping the high and mighty act to show that he listens too and values what MC has to say. and when he goes against the entire red army and his king for her? from him, that's the ultimate act of love. his position was all that he knew and all that mattered to him, and he was willing to throw that away to keep MC safe. and I like to think that MC continues to help him and luka settle their differences after the route ends.

#bee's ikereview #jonah clemence #ikerev #ikemen revolution #jonah ikerev #johan ikemen revolution

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josiebelladonna · 1 year ago

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Do I feel vibrant (in general)?

Nope. How are you supposed to even feel vibrant like this goes right over my head. I logged off from facebook because I realized that no one gives a fucking fuck about me over there and also to get away from my family. Testament shared one of my drawings and no one on my friends list gave a shit. My own family didn’t even give a shit. I disappear into the background more than anything. It doesn’t matter. Everyone forgets my name eventually.

You know, recently, a fear of mine came true: I got asked by people who had followed me for years on facebook over on instagram if I’m still drawing at all. Everyone forgets me.

Do I feel sexually desirable?

Sexual desirability just doesn’t cross my mind. I indulged in a few of my kinks on tumblr last night before the power went out and I felt so awkward after the fact. I apologized for it. In fact, it’s a good thing that the power went out because I completely forgot about what I posted immediately thereafter. I’m a freak and an embarrassment.

Are my sexual needs being met? (by me, by someone else)

When I indulged last night, going through those tags (voice kink, tummy kink, leather, latex, plus a lingerie blog), I saw things that… sort of catered to me and I could kinda see it and feel it, but nothing that totally hit the nail on the head with me, though. Now you know why I disowned my sexuality: I’m way too picky and I don’t know what to do about it so I just assume “why bother? No one is going to totally get it right and for that alone, I feel bad because it’s their expression and it’s not in my place to judge them.”

Do I care about my sexual life?

The fact I keep coming back to this shows that I care about it enough. But I can’t say that I care about it so much that I’m losing sleep over the fact that no one is sleeping with me.

What is my comfort level with talking about sex and sexuality and communicating my needs?

I apologized for indulging in kink and then I forgot about the indulgence almost immediately. Any questions.

How am I feeling about my body?

Can’t say I love it or hate it. Working out definitely does something for me given my weight is dropping like a stone, but if we’re talking “desirability”, I literally don’t think about that. I think more about my physical health than anything. I don’t have anyone to impress. If I do anything for any reason, sexuality is the last thing on my mind. Believe me, I tried before, but it didn’t go anywhere and just made me feel uncomfortable in the end.

What is my relationship like with my orgasms?

Nonexistent. I can’t remember the last time I masturbated because, again, there’s no point. What is the point of developing an appetite when there is no need for it. There’s no point to developing a sexual appetite, plus I don’t care. I’m too much of a pussy and there are other things to worry about, too. They’re here and gone, too, like what the hell is this whole thing that all women should have these violent screamers after five seconds. Am I really not doing it right? Why should I try and make myself scream when it won’t happen. Why even bother.

What is my connection like with others?

Still complete and total shit. If my logging out of facebook for the foreseeable future is anything to go by, then it should tell you that my connection with people is complete shit. It isn’t enough to just “be myself”: I legit have to fight to gain the interest of other people.

Another reason why I logged out of facebook was some of the comments I got on that Testament cartoon. “This isn’t good”. “Doesn’t even look like the guys”. “Sucks”. My personal favorite: “why does it look like this”. It may have looked like I handled it well, but I was trying really hard, though, thinking of what to say for starters. Between that and no one whom I knew even giving a shit, it should make sense that I said to let them all eat cake. It’s one thing when it’s fanfic: at its core it’s supposed to be for fun, not your career (it’s why I was tripping balls when I saw someone call it an industry: I don’t see it as that, and a surprising number of older fans are on my side with that, too. It’s totally illegal, too, given fair use laws and what have you). But actual art shared by a legendary metal band… that’s huge.

When I think of sex, what comes to mind?

Nothing good or happy. What on earth am I supposed to say to this? I think of all the consequences of being sexually active and that’s all I think about, too. Oh, yeah, herpes and HIV and unwanted pregnancy, yeah, that’s really sexy.

Do I feel tapped into God (Source, Universe)?

When the power went out last night, I forgot about my indulgence immediately. Tell me, was that supposed to be a lesson or something? And if so, what was it even supposed to teach me besides letting me remember, “oh, yeah, I indulged last night. Whatever. I still have horrible feelings about this. I still feel ashamed, like I didn’t apologize for no reason.”

*bonus question: What fun am I having in my sexual life?

None. Ooh yeah, exposing yourself to horrific diseases like herpes and gonorrhea and warts, and putting your body and trust in another person when they can readily betray you at any given time for the dumbest and pettiest reasons, yeah, that’s totally fun *gunshot*

I’m doing kinktober again in a couple of weeks but I am terrified. I happened to go through that tag last night as well and… I don’t measure up. My wordy ass gets very minimal attention, meanwhile these often boring 100-1000 word drabbles are getting thousands of notes and pushed up in the tags. No one’s going to care or see it, just like everything else I share.

#weekly sex journaling #avert your eyes #journaling #sexuality #text

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grenatki · 2 years ago

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❝ ⸻ 𝐆𝐑𝐄𝐄𝐃 𝐈𝐒 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐆𝐎𝐃, coen novik. the streets of ketterdam have struck a deal with the lieutenant / alkemi within the black tips. rumors throughout the barrel claim that he bear resemblance to giuseppe maggio. the twenty - eight year old cis man is reputed to be both long - sighted and money - oriented, which is why the komedie brute performs london calling by the clash when featuring them in an act. posters plastered throughout the city by the stadwatch depicting their likeness have given them a reputation of emerging victorious from a fight that had all the odds against you; the artificial smell of roses from your childhood; a black hand without the index and middle fingers tattooed on your right forearm; the thrill of exploding a bomb at the right time. in the end, they may be just another reason that there are no good men in ketterdam.

𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐂𝐒 ⸻ 𝐁𝐈𝐎𝐆𝐑𝐀𝐏𝐇𝐘 ⸻ 𝐊𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐃𝐀𝐌

grenatki: ravkan word for grenade. penned by nare.

#ketterdam.intro #i kinda forgot the tag drop so here it goe #001. isms.#002. visage.#003. threads.#004. headcanons.

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tobiokuns · 4 years ago

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— morning after with haikyuu boys

summary: when you wake up after an amazing night, you’re sad to see that he’s not there anymore. [start / next] tags: suggestive content + aged up characters, hurt/comfort + angst to fluff, insecurities featuring: bokuto koutarou, miya atsumu, sakusa kiyoomi, hinata shoyo image credit: @seerlight on twitter

—bokuto koutarou

when you wake up and bokuto is no longer in the bed beside you, you think, ah, i should’ve expected this. he’s always been popular, going off to do big things, and there was no way that he would settle for you.

you think that the way his eyes sparkled as he rocked into you last night, chanting you’re amazing, y/n, must have been just in the heat of the moment, because there’s just no way bokuto, larger than life, would want someone as quiet as you. then your phone pings, and you see a text from him.

bokuto [10:12am] hey hey, i had a great time last night ヽ(o＾▽＾o)ノ bokuto [10:12am] have a good day y/n!!!

your heart lightens a little, but you notice that he doesn’t say that he wants to see you again, so you turn off your phone and leave him on read. he was probably just being nice anyway.

a day passes, and you don’t receive any more messages from him, so you think you’re right. but then the door bell rings, and you open it to see bokuto standing there, his hair deflated, his eyes downward, pouting at you.

“koutarou?” you urge him inside, tamping down your own feelings, “what’s wrong, can i—”

“did you not have a good time?” he bursts, holding you by the shoulders, “cuz i had a really good time, but you didn’t answer my messages, so if you didn’t, please tell me what i could do better!”

you look at him, bewildered, but also a little embarrassed. you could’ve at least replied to his text, you think now, but you were so sure that he hadn’t wanted you back.

“s-sorry,” you blush, “i-i just thought you were being nice. you left so i thought you didn’t want to see me again—”

“that’s not true!!” he exclaims immediately, wrapping a strong arm around you, “i was just excited, i didn’t want to scare you so i left, to give you some space or something. was that wrong? i won’t do it again if you don’t want me to!”

he’s talking so much, his voice booming. you start to melt into him, your face in his chest, just like last night. he stops when he notices your cheek rubbing against him, and lowers his voice just a little.

“i should’ve just stayed, huh?” he asks sheepishly, holding your shoulder tightly against him. you nod, laughing lightly. yeah, you agree, but just don’t leave next time.

—miya atsumu

atsumu shows up at your door exactly a week after he’d left you alone in bed, a dozen roses in his arms. you stare at him for a few moments, taking in the sight of his pleading eyes, and shut the door on him.

you had been completely ready to roll over and tell him all your feelings that morning: how you’ve been watching him since high school, how amazing you thought he was, despite all the bad things people say about his personality and attitude. you didn’t care about any of that, and you wanted to tell him how much you admired him, but he hadn’t been there.

you laid in bed for the next few hours, wasting away your sunday, and when you get up to wash your face, you decide that if he’s not going to at least call to say where he’d gone, then maybe he was as bad as people say.

“y/n...” his voice cuts through your thoughts, but it sounds muffled, as if he had his head against the wood of the door. “y/n, can ya hear me?” when you don’t answer, he continues: “i’m sorry fer leavin’ ya... ‘samu said i was stupid, and y’know he’s never right, but since ya haven’t talked to me... i think he might have been this time...”

there’s a pause, and you wait, still refusing to open the door. it’s been a whole week, you reason.

“how do i put this...” he mutters, lightly tapping his head against the door, “i guess i was jus’ feelin’ awkward ‘bout it... i never done that before so—”

you rip open the door, cheeks red, “never? ‘tsumu, you’re a virgin?”

you think about all the girls that have flocked to him over the years and the way that he easily interacted with them. you thought you never had a chance, not against the girls with the prettier faces, the curvier bodies, the glossier hair. but when he had kissed you last night, sloppy and desperate, you felt all those feelings melt away.

“...ya don’t hafta say it like that...” he pouts, and when you start to giggle, he scowls even harder. “i was just... waitin’ for the right time, y’know?”

when you don’t say anything, staring at him dumbfounded, he manages to stutter, “s-so? w-will you take the flowers?”

your eyes soften, covering his fingers with yours, “yes,” you agree, “but only if you agree never to leave me again.”

— sakusa kiyoomi

sakusa hadn’t meant to stay the night—he knew he had an early morning practice that he needed to be properly rested for, but after the way you had clung onto him, and realizing how good that felt, he decided he couldn’t just leave you. and when he wakes up, glancing over at your peaceful face, he also decides to just pull the covers up to your chin and text you later.

but when you wake up alone and a little warm, with no new messages from him on your phone, your heart sinks. you think of the way he let you pull down his mask, the way he pressed forward to kiss you, and wonder if it all meant nothing. you leave him a message anyway, pressing send before you second guess yourself.

y/n [9:52am] kiyoomi, if you didn’t want to see me again, you could’ve just let me know. i don’t blame you or anything.

you throw your phone on the bed and proceed with your day as if nothing had happened. life goes on, you tell yourself. but when the doorbell rings that evening, the last person you expect to see is sakusa, who looks a little worn out, still dressed in his training attire.

“kiyoomi? what are you—”

he cuts you off, his voice so deep and serious that you shrink a little: “i had practice. i left my keys here, so i was going to come back anyway.”

“so you just needed your keys?” you repeat, a little numb, and turn away to grab them from the bowl in the doorway. you hand it it to him with a tremble, mumbling, “...here you go.”

he takes them from your hand, but intertwines his fingers with yours anyway. “no,” he says slowly, “not just my keys. i forgot to let you know where i was. i’m sorry.”

“i-it’s not like you have to tell me where you are all the time...” you’re blushing, your heart thumping in your chest.

he grips your fingers tighter, “yes, i do,” he pulls you closer gently, “we’re together now, right?”

— hinata shoyo

when you wake up, the spot next to you is still warm, but there’s nobody there. you blink, thinking about how gentle hinata had been with you last night, the look in his eyes as he pressed into you, and wonder if he’d changed his mind.

“shoyo?” you call, but there’s no answer, which only confirms your worst fears.

hinata had always been too nice and a little immature. you can’t imagine that if he wanted to leave after a night like that he would be able to effectively communicate it to you without messing up. well, you think as you turn over, staring at the ceiling, maybe this is better than rejection.

but then you hear the front door open, and someone’s bounding up to your bedroom door. hinata pokes his head in.

“y/n, you awake? i got food, i didn’t know what you wanted so i kinda got a lot but if you can’t finish—” he stops when he realizes that you’re curled up beneath the covers, your glassy eyes blinking back at him.

hinata scrambles over, dropping the bags on the floor, and burrowing into your side, “what’s wrong? are you sore? was it me—”

you start to wail midway, cutting him off, “i-i thought you left!” you hiccup, “you weren’t there when i woke up so i thought you regretted it and—”

“no, no, i would never—” he protests, and his gaze softens when he sees your patchy face, “y/n, please don’t cry! i-i won’t leave you ever! come on, let’s go eat, okay?”

you wipe your tears hastily, lip still quivering. but you believe him, his eyes as bright as they were the day you met him, and you say okay.

#hana.fic #haikyuu fluff #haikyuu angst #haikyuu imagines #haikyuu headcanons #haikyuu x reader #bokuto x reader #atsumu x reader #sakusa x reader #hinata x reader #haikyuu #haikyuu!!#ch.multiple

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crashing9against9the9walls · 2 years ago

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I was scrolling through South Park tags and saw @paolox3b about some episode ideas so I decided to throw my hat in the ring and share some of mine that is stuck in my head.

Craig and Those Guys - I kinda have to agree with this one, I think a CATG episode is way overdue and Matt and Trey should just give it to us. I'm also kinda curious what kind of dynamic Tweek has with Clyde, Jimmy and Tolkien so this episode could be a dealbreaker.

Eurovision Special - In a bid to get away from their dads for a while, Stan and Tolkien tricks Kyle, Kenny, Eric and Wendy to reunite Fingerbang in a bid to represent San Marino in Eurovision, in the guise of entering the school talent show. Randy and Steve, realizing their kids are missing, must team up to find them, but not before they make another special.

Goth Kids 4: Into The Multiverse of Gothness - when a new student who identifies herself as a different kind of Goth shows up in school one day, the Goth Kids realize that not only are there different kinds of Goth, but also that they do not get along and are at war with each other. It's up to the Goth Kids to save the day when they realize the fighting is breaking up the Goth-Space Continuum.

Craig Tucker vs. The World - Parodying Scott Pilgrim vs. The World, when some kid shows up and tries to beat up Craig for Tweeks hand, Craig must defeat seven evil jealous kids who only want one thing: Tweek's affection (even though Tweek doesn't know them).

The Return of Gary Harrison - When Gary returns to South Park, Stan decides to make amends with him and become a proper friend, which leads to Wendy thinking Gray is stealing Stan for himself, leading to an epic showdown that Gary doesn't really want to be involved with. Meanwhile, Tweek and Craig tries to go on a date once the attention goes to Stan and Gary. But when everytime they try to have a moment, Clyde cockblocks them for pictures he can sell to the Asian Girls, forcing them to go to extreme lengths to get away from him.

Bad Goths Club - When Michael finds out that Pete called him a poser, Eric gets the idea of placing the Goth Kids (along with Stan and Karen) in his old home where they have to stay in for one month and turn it into a reality show for all of South Park to enjoy, to the discomfort of Kyle and Kenny.

Edit: I left out some ideas because I kinda forgot about it or haven't thought of them for a while now when I looked at the post, so here's the final two.

Rise of The Country Kids - A response or callback to that one Hetalia strip where America and England turned into South Park characters. When a new kid shows up introducing himself as America and started saying things like "I'm the Hero", the gang and entire town realizes that not only personifications exist, but there are more of him and are equally as weird as him. This puts a lot of concern for Kyle, who just witnessed Cartman befriending that Russian kid with the creepy aura. Meanwhile, the ASEAN gang made themselves comfortable at the Stevens residence and the Philippines personification turned Bebe's room into a vlogging studio, to Bebe's annoyance.

Band in China II: Drop the Bass - After the closure of Tweak Bros. Coffee in Unfulfilled, Tweek turns to DJing and music production to support himself and his family, hopefully to jumpstart back their business. With the help of his friends, he became an online sensation, but what happens when he liked a tweet that will get him and his music banned in China?

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absolutebl · 3 years ago

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I got tagged y @liyazaki (thanks sweetheart!)

Reveal Your Watch & Rewatch Drama List

Currently Watching BL

La Cuisine (GaGa Sat) - LOVE IT

My Ride (GaGa) - LOVE IT EVEN MORE

Cutie Pie (YouTube Sat) - wasn’t into it, decided it was Thailand goes super-yaoi and now totally am all over it. Plus, thank you for the chemistry, I almost forgot was that was like.

Dear Doctor, I'm Coming for Soul (iQIYI Weds) - I like it more than I thought, but I’m a big cool premise person

Cupid's Last Wish (YouTube Sun) - also like it more than I thought I would, since one of the premise I do NOT like is body swap

Enchante (YouTube Fri) - Live blogging ep-by-ep here. I’m all over the place and now mostly disappointed.

Love Stage!! (AISplay or grey Sat) Ep 8 - it’s very good, I want to see Thailand adapt more Japanese stuff now (can I get a redo on Silhouette of Your Voice too? While we are at it, could Taiwan do Same Difference and Korea do Given? Please & thank you.

The Tuxedo (GaGa Sat) - might be dropping this one.

Cherry Blossoms After Winter (Korea Viki Fri) Ep 6 - FUCKING LOVE IT. Wasn’t wowed at first but it is SO classic yaoi and that’s so different from what Korea usual does and I happen to like the stepbrothers trope a whole lot (yes I know, not actually stepbrothers) but still! Yay!

Blue of Winter AKA Judo Boys (Korea Weds YouTube) - Korea does a pulp, it’s not good but also, can’t stop watching

Starting Soon BL

KinnPorsche (iQIYI Sat) - Eh, I’m kinda over it because of all the pre-production drama. Also I really don’t trust Thailand to go dark. If this were coming from Taiwan or Korea or even Japan I’d be excited. But now I’m just a little scared and going in exhausted. That said, I’ll probubly live blog it.

My Secret Love (??? Mon) - another Thai Uni pulp so it better be good or I just got too many going right now and I’ll drop it and maybe binge it during the late summer slump.

Miracle of the Teddy Bear (??? Sun) - i had a bit of a hunt and didn’t find it but also I’m not fussed this is NOT a premise that interests me.

Blueming (Korea IQIYI Weds or Thurs) - Korea bringing us another uni set BL? That I AM into though. We haven’t gotten many of these and they really hit it out of the parks with Semantic Error. I’m certainly watching this.

PlusMinus (Taiwan April 15) - FINALLY a new BL from Taiwan that I am really excited to see. Childhood friends and coworkers who suddenly become more.

Mr Unlucky Can Only Kiss! AKA Fukou-kun wa Kiss Suru Shikanai! (April 21) Plot: Kota is perennially unlucky. Naoya (Yusuke Sato of Jpop LOL) is always lucky. They meet by chance at their university's freshman orientation. Kota's misfortune is alleviated when he's with Naoya and due to a misunderstanding, they end up dating. This seems like the college version of My Love Mix Up and I AM HERE FOR IT.

There are more that I am excited about but I only picked ones that have announced drop dates. But GAP, Oh! My Sunshine Night, and Between Us are up there.

Rewatching

Semantic Error

Light On Me

Plus the most recent episodes of Cherry Blossoms and Cutie Pie.

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blueparadis · 3 years ago

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'Cause I want you to like me.

+themes: fluff, humour.

+pairing : Shinichiro Sano & Wakasa Imaushi x f-reader

+cw : none

+type : oneshot

+wc :0.9kish

+au ' notes : boss! Shinichiro and Wakasa being Wakasa. This a part of au-dvent collab hosted by @kenzumekodma | navigation links.

+exclusive tags : @httptamaki for Shin & @ambrodias for Waka ;)

Wakasa laid out his palm infront you & you placed a lollipop in his plam. He gleamed in amusement exclaiming,"ahhhaa she's useful shin!", turning his head towards Shinichiro. The urge to click tongue at sheer irritation got sedimented as noticed a pair of dark orbs was constantly staring at you.

Shinichiro was seated in his chair while Wakasa was being an absolute tease to his concentration was sitting upon the table. Your moist palm felt cold as you rested them on your thighs; even though you were vividly clothed. "Okay! We'll get to work from tomorrow." Shin added."Thank you, Sir", was your reply.

It's been two months since you joined in as P.A. yet not a days goes by this ivory haired guy doesn't get on your nerves. He's always been seen following Mr. Sano with a candy pop rolling in his mouth, most of the time. While Shinichiro Sano, your boss is cooped up in his cave. He's kinda hard to read since he has a slight stoic expression. Since you joined you've only seen him smile this one time when Mr. Imaushi brought two of his friends along with him. One was quite bold and big statured yet the other one was slim , had a scar upon his eye. Sano sir sure has collected a queer guys.

And now here you are sitting in your cabin buried in the debris of paperwork. "This is not what I expected", you murmured. A knock on the glass door startled you. You noticed how the lolipop glided from one side to the of his mouth as you left the seat. You hurriedly made your way for opening the door. "All set for next week?",he asks as he dashes into your zone. "Yep! Almost there!" Wakasa surfs his hands through the paperwork scanning through all the mess. "Had your lunch?" You looked at your watch realizing it's been already past thirty minutes since the lunch break. The lilac orbs took notice of your clumsiness as you bit your lower lip in disappointment.

"I forgot!—um—Sir"

"Yah ! figured!"

You bowed down your face trying to hide your embarrassment but your eyes fell into the man in black to the other side of the glassy-cabin. There he was standing at the opposite of door,busy in a call yet his dark googly pupils glued onto two of you.

You turned your head towards Wakasa as Shinichiro dashed into the room. "Waka, you're fired!", he states in a slight fury. "But I don't even work here",he protests plopping up his toffee. At that moment, as Shinichiro's focus layed on you again your jaw dropped thinking how easily you got fooled by Wakasa whom you totally mistook as one of the board members; who was just close to Sano sir.

Shinichiro snapped his fingers at you."You! My room! Now!"— as those words left your boss' mouth you grabbed your paperwork, more like snatched it from Wakasa shooting a glare at him. "And now she's mad! You made her mad, Shin " Wakasa's voice drilled into your nerves as you faded into the corridor clenching your plams around the cluster of papers.

The silence in the room was too much too bear; a familiar set of footsteps echoed through the room as the man entered in your room; sitting on the table just like Wakasa the other day. Your eyes quickly scanned him and switched onto the papers.

"Anger doesn't look good on you, Miss L/n" he states. Before your lips could even part a few staff came in so as to stack a pile of files infront of you. Your eyebrows heaved yet the low growl from your stomach betrayed your composure. As they left the room, Shinichiro crouched over opening the shelf beneath him. A packet of waffled cookies came into display. "Here,have some!"

"No Sir! I'm good"

"Eat. I know,you didn't had your lunch today" ,he adds and munches a cookie placing the pack infront of you.

"Now, then shall we begin,y/n', he exclaims shoving his hands into the pockets.The heat flushed into your cheeks as his sudden calling by your name knocked your senses low.

"Most of it is done, I'm only left with the guest list for which I need -

"my help",he cuts you off folding his hands into his chest. You nodded in approval. You started looking for a fresh set of papers yet suddenly out of nowhere you blurt out,"Does he really not work here?"

' that's not what I wanted to say. That was such a stupid question. It's a good thing that annoying man won't be here or not. Why do I care but I should ask like that. Haha! Clumsy me!' , thoughts kept bubbling until your lips parted in order to inhale a short breath. "I shouldn't have asked that, sorry sir. I really am", you pleaded.

Shinichiro tapped the pencil at the corner of your hands on the collection of papers, diverting your attention to it. While your sheepish eyes looked down on the paperwork he took a sip from his coffee mug.

While you cursed yourself for asking such a baseless question he exclaimed," he is getting fired because of you", he pauses for you to get your attention. The tip of your hands felt cold as you tried to turn your head slightly still looking down; his bold tone perforated your curiosity as he completed the rest,"he's fired 'cause I want you to like me." A short giggle reached your ears.

"but that still doesn't answer my question!", you protest out of nowhere gaining his acknowledgement with a beautiful laughter. "Ahh !", he takes a breather continuing,"You really are unique!", he adds noticing your pout as you try to calm your exploding emotions framing the guest list chart. "I'm in a big mess", you pondered as he paused his chuckle, trying not to look at you after such a prankish comment.

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animereaderinsertwriter · 2 years ago

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Pairing: Dabi x Reader

Rating: Explicit

Tags/Warnings: fantasy au, violence, smut, angst, fluff, non-major character death, pregnancy, dub con/fuck or die but only kinda?, enemies to lovers, there's an arranged betrothal somewhere in there that eventually goes away, spoilers for dabi's identity

ao3 link here

“The sacred day we know as Beltane was one of the few sacred holidays whose celebration was not forbidden by the Empire. It was a celebration of springtime, the coming summer, and fertility during the warmest and best months of the year, and so long as the imperial soldiers got their fair share of the celebration (both in terms of food and sex), everything went on quite well. However, it is worthy of note that the good gentlefolk of the Clans often forgot to warn their imperial counterparts of the danger of traveling during this time of liminality without a proper offering to give to those they might meet, and many a man with an imperial lion on his breast found himself carried off to the realm of the fae, never to be seen again.”

—Balthazar the Wise, On the Age of Unrest

A few hours before dawn's first dim glow painted the horizon, (Y/N) had nearly worked her hands free of the rope that bound her. Silently as she worked, she dedicated every layer of skin, every drop of blood as a sacrifice to the goddess; her fury flowed hot and deep, and even as she tore more flesh to wrench free, she thought of home and how every single scrape on her wrists from this encounter would be answered by swirling flame and piercing ice.

I'm coming, Shoto, she thought fiercely, finally freeing one hand fully from the rope. You won't have to worry for long.

If (Y/N) were honest with herself, Shoto had been right to try and convince her to call off this mad trip to the countryside— the dangers had obviously outweighed the benefits, if her current situation was any indication— but it was Beltane, and (Y/N) had always taken a few weeks away from the Summit to visit the people, her people before the festivals. Besides, ever since her betrothal, she'd felt more strongly than ever the need to be free and roam where she would while she had the chance. Soon, she would be a lady of Clan Todoroki, and some of that freedom would be stripped from her.

Naturally, however, that freedom would not be given lightly, nor would it be exchanged for a small, trifling price; no, for a sliver of her freedom, (Y/N) would secure peace for the people and all the protection the Todoroki name could provide her, which was no small thing, indeed. It was a good thing, too, that she and Shoto were as compatible as they were, for while Shoto would be honor-bound to seek vengeance for his betrothed regardless of the fondness between them, the act of capturing and humiliating the closest confidante of the Todoroki heir apparent warranted a hellish punishment indeed. When he caught wind of this, Shoto would be like a bloodthirsty hound unleashed from its cage; because for all that they did not love each other as lovers should, (Y/N) was as dear to Shoto as she was to him.

"You're my star-match," he'd told her once under the midnight sky as they sipped an ale strong enough to warm their very bones. "If I thought I could ever love anyone, it would be you."

Once (Y/N) made it back and told her story, Shoto would squash every man in this camp like a bug beneath his heel. Vengeance would be swift and sure, and (Y/N) hungered for it.

Just a little more, she thought, pulling the rope over the meat of her right hand. Only a few more seconds…

She was free!

Swiftly, (Y/N) glanced around, looking for something she could use as a weapon just in case she was found; a moment later, she grabbed hold of a knife Dabi had haphazardly thrown to the ground before collapsing on his mat to sleep. Now armed, she quietly made her way towards the exit, but stopped just in front of Dabi's sleeping figure, hovering there while she considered her options.

I should kill him, she thought, tightening her grip on the knife she held. It would be easy.

It was true. The human body was such a fragile thing— all it would take to end his life would be a quick drag of a blade across his throat. (Y/N) could do it without even waking him, and she'd be free to make her escape with no one the wiser until she was long gone. One smooth, solid slide of the knife in her hand, and Black Dabi would be no more, her vengeance won by her own hand.

Really, she should do it, she thought, moving silently towards the sleeping marauder. It would be wrong of her not to strike this blow for every peasant farm boy slain, for every young maid robbed of her girlhood; morally, it was (Y/N)'s duty to end his life.

At least, that's what (Y/N) told herself as she lowered her body gently over his, watching his chest rise and fall steadily.

In his sleep, Dabi looked peaceful and almost sweet. As (Y/N) placed a knee on either side of his hips, raising her knife to his neck, she thought that he could almost have been handsome if he hadn't been so evil. He had the fine, strong features of a nobleman, and in another life, she might have batted her lashes at him in the marketplace.

One motion, she told herself, placing the knife against his skin. It will be quick and easy, and more merciful than he deserves.

But before she could manage it, a lightning-fast and beastly-strong pair of hands gripped (Y/N) by the upper part of her arms, and she nearly sliced through the tendons of Dabi's throat by sheer accident.

"Oh, I'm sorry, am I interrupting your fun, pussy-cat?" asked Dabi with a dark chuckle, his voice thick with sleep. "You didn't really believe that I could sleep through all that racket you were making, did you?"

(Y/N) had thought that she had been rather quiet herself, but in hindsight, it was possible that she had been mistaken.

"You're a monster," she replied hoarsely, and Dabi pulled her down, forcing the full weight of her body down onto his pelvis. "If I don't kill you, more innocent people will die by your hand."

"Most assuredly," he agreed, smiling almost lazily, his eyes half-lidded. "So do it. Stop playing with your food and eat it."

To her horror, (Y/N) could feel the hard press of Dabi's cock against her. Desperately, she tried to move away, but Dabi held her hard and fast, his grin turning almost manic as she squirmed against him.

"Do it," he urged her, his grip on her arms painfully tight as he pulled her closer. "Kill me, purge me, purify me, O Hand of Cerridwen. All men die, but few do so beneath a beautiful woman."

(Y/N) looked at him then— really looked at him— and was suddenly struck by how familiar he seemed. Though it was dark, she could have sworn she knew his eyes from another face.

This is not his path, a still, small voice within her said, and (Y/N) lowered her blade. He has a part yet to play in this life. Let him live.

"Why hesitate?" he asked with a strange softness. "What do you see, pussy-cat?"

"A man," she replied, equally soft, and she knew she couldn't make herself complete the task she had risked everything to accomplish.

What a fine mess I'm in now, (Y/N) thought, watching as Dabi stared intently at her. I'm certain he'll do worse than tan my hide this time. Who knows what hellish punishment a stunt like this would warrant?

Just then, an idea occurred to her.

No killing, the goddess had commanded— but as far as (Y/N) was concerned, maiming was entirely on the table.

"Terribly sorry to cut this philosophical talk short," she told Dabi, tightening her grip on her knife, "But I've got places to be."

With that, she raised the blade and brought it down again just above Dabi's collarbone, driving the knife through his flesh and down into the ground. The sound Dabi made as his body was wounded could probably have been heard for miles around, and (Y/N) knew she had mere moments before the whole of the League was on her tail. Adrenaline coursing through her veins, she scrambled out of the tent and into the night, looking desperately for a means of escape.

Horses, horses— where were the fucking horses? On foot, (Y/N) would be little trouble to hunt down, but on a horse—

Ah!

A fine black stallion was tied to a tree about five yards away, and (Y/N) bolted to it like her life depended on it.

Which, incidentally, it did.

"Easy, easy," she told it as shouting and the clanking of metal could be heard from all around. "Will you let me ride you?"

The stallion snorted and beat the ground with its hoof. It became immediately apparent that the animal was of some ill temper, but (Y/N) didn't have time to be picky; she hauled herself up onto its back as best she could without the aid of stirrups and a saddle, and she held on for dear life as the damn thing bucked once then took off like a shot, carrying her out of the camp in the blink of an eye.

I’m free! she thought, laughing hysterically as the stallion beneath her beat the earth with his hooves, his gallop faster than anything (Y/N) had ever experienced. They’ll never catch me now— the moors are perilous at this hour, and these mists are so thick that they won’t be able to see even a foot in front of them. It would be a fool’s errand to chase me now.

Her joy, however, was short-lived. Not even a moment later, a shout rang out across the moors that chilled her to the bone.

"You wily little bitch!" came Dabi's voice, rich and booming as though he were close on her tail. "When I catch you, I'm going to make that thrashing I gave you look like a goddess-damned maypole dance!"

Panic overtook her as the sound of galloping hooves and that of her heartbeat intermingled, hammering in her head in a great cacophony. (Y/N) willed the horse beneath her to gallop faster, terrified of what would happen if she fell back into Dabi's clutches— but even as she did so, the damn thing stopped completely, launching her from its back and onto the ground. Temporarily, the world went black, and when (Y/N) came back to herself, she could have beaten herself for having been such a fool.

What the horse had seen— or otherwise sensed— and she had not was the fairy ring that she now lay in the middle of, the white-capped mushrooms sharing at her as though to laugh at her predicament. As the mists before her thickened, (Y/N) remembered belatedly that the same perils that existed for her pursuers existed also for her— and the mists at this hour held more than just physical obstacles.

"Where are you, you wretched bitch?" Dabi called out, oblivious to (Y/N)'s peril. "You can't hide in the mist forever!"

(Y/N) should have just let him wander off into the mists without breathing so much as a word in warning— ironically, if she had, it might have kept Dabi from discovering her and stumbling into the fairy ring— but (Y/N) just couldn't help herself. She called out to him, doing the best she could to dissuade him from searching for her.

"Stay back!" she yelled out to the moors, hoping like hell that Dabi would understand. "Turn away, Dabi! It isn't safe!"

There was a somewhat muffled reply, but before (Y/N) could process it, a hand dropped to her shoulder, startling her. When she turned to see what— or who— had touched her, her blood ran as cold as ice.

Greetings, blessed one, the creature above her seemed to say, its eyes soft and considerate, though they were also the unsettling shade of ichor gathered in a wound. You are far from home.

The creature— one of the aes sídhe, (Y/N) could only assume from its humanoid shape and colorless visage — held out a wooden cup for her to drink. As she took it, she also noticed another, smaller aes sídhe, one who looked to be possibly more feminine, hiding a little ways back.

Fear not, Hand of Cerridwen, said the first aes sídhe, straightening itself from where it had bent to speak to her. Drink of the cup, and you will be well.

The first rule of the supernatural was to never, ever eat or drink anything offered to oneself by a nonhuman. (Y/N) knew this rule well, as it had been beaten into her derriere as a young novice in the temple who liked to skive off her lessons, but she’d had no water in the past several hours. A mere moment ago, she would have killed for even a single drop of something liquid… and even now, confronted with a strange being who didn't feel the need to move its mouth to speak, (Y/N) wasn't sure where she stood any longer.

"What will this drink do to a mortal body, O Fairy of the Ring?" (Y/N) asked, finding herself a bit shocked that she had reverted to the Old Tongue, as she hadn't quite realized what language the aes sídhe had mentally addressed her with. "I believe you bear no ill will, but do you know of its effects?"

The aes sídhe shook its head.

It is naught but the water of our land, our people, blessed by the goddess, it said, and (Y/N) peered into the cup, finding the liquid that lay within as clear as spring water. Drink now, little sister of the Mortal Lands, and taste the blessing of the Land Undying.

(Y/N) knew better, but she drank the cup dry. The water— smoother, sweeter, and more viscous than anything she'd ever drank— was gone in a matter of seconds, and the aes sídhe extended a hand to her, intending to help her to her feet.

"Back away," came a low, rough voice from behind. "Come one step closer, and I'll burn you to ash."

(Y/N) turned, her body trembling and her mind racing at hearing the Old Tongue once more— Aloud! From a human!— and then everything in the world seemed to slam to a screeching halt as she realized that the voice belonged to Dabi.

Oh, he was angry now. His chest was heaving, his sword was drawn, and his eyes were wide like a snarling beast's. He charged at her, flames coalescing into existence in the palm of his left hand, and for one awful moment, (Y/N) was struck with paralyzing fear.

He's going to kill me, she thought, terrified. My lineage, my legacy ends here—

But then Dabi strode past her, only stopping once his body was fully in front of hers, his feet planted solidly at shoulder-width before her.

He wasn't trying to capture (Y/N); he was protecting her.

Ah, a champion for the little sister, said the ais sídhe, a little amused. A man for the woman of the goddess.

"I am no one's man but my own," Dabi shot back. "I said get back."

At that, (Y/N) scrambled to her feet, alarmed.

"You fool!" she hissed, tugging at his jerkin. "That's an aes sídhe, it could squash you like a—"

"I know what it is," he snapped, shrugging away from her. "Get out of here while you still can, I'm giving you an opening."

(Y/N) wanted to laugh… only, she felt much closer to crying.

"Dabi," she said in Common, yanking him backwards as the aes sídhe looked on. "I'm the Hand of Cerridwen. I don't need an opening."

Dabi turned to look at her then, eyes narrowed.

"The fuck are you on about?" he asked, matching her languge, and the aes sídhe took that moment of distraction to close in.

You feel such anger, such bitterness, it said, its large hand gripping Dabi's jaw. It gives you strength, mortal, but it makes a poor sacrifice.

"Sacrifice?"

Dabi looked genuinely confused, and (Y/N)'s heart sank as she noticed the faintest rays of light coming through the fog.

It was the dawn of Beltane, and Dabi had nothing— no pouch of seeds, no bouquet of spring flowers, no summer crops— for the aes sídhe.

It is Beltane's dawn this morn, and you have crossed into our land, the aes sídhe told him, releasing his face. You mean to say that you come without an offering?

(Y/N) didn't know what to do. There had to be a way to stop this madness, and yet without an acceptable gift, the aes sídhe were well within their rights— well, certainly within their habit, in any case— to do with Dabi as they would. Death would be favorable in a situation like this; aes sídhe were fond of taking wayward humans into their fold for, ah, recreational purposes. If (Y/N) couldn't invoke some right, weasel out through some technicality, Dabi would be—

Sai'dor.

All three of them— (Y/N), Dabi, and the aes sídhe— turned to look at the aes sídhe's smaller companion, who now approached.

What is it, sweet one? asked the first aes sídhe— Sai'dor, apparently— and its companion looked at (Y/N) with a sheepish expression.

I have foreseen this, it said. Its eyes never left (Y/N), and she felt suddenly discomfited by the depth of its scrutiny.

Sai'dor shook its head, then spoke a phrase that (Y/N) didn't understand.

"What the hell are you talking about?" Dabi demanded. (Y/N) could have punched him, but before she got the chance, the smaller aes sídhe spoke up.

The fields are ripe for sowing, it said with a tiny smile of shiny black teeth, and there is more than one kind of seed. Let that be our gift to the goddess; in receiving your offering, we give also our own. Provided, of course, that the Hand is willing.

(Y/N)'s heart sank to her stomach. It all became painfully clear what the aes sídhe expected of them, and she was sick at even the thought.

It has been foreseen, said Sai'dor almost gently. Consider it wisely, little sister.

That was it, then. One way or another…

Her hand drifted to her torso, and Dabi looked horrified.

"Absolutely not," he said, once more in Common. "I refuse."

It was almost cute, (Y/N) thought, how he suddenly wanted to play the hero now. Cute, but ultimately futile.

"You can't refuse," she told him, pulling him once more to her by his shirt. "You should have left like I told you to. If I had been by myself, none of this would have…"

(Y/N) didn't finish her sentence, but Dabi's eyes widened, first in understanding, then in panic.

"Fuck," he swore.

(Y/N) let out a hysterical little giggle, wondering whether or not this was what it would feel like to go insane. "That's the idea."

Dabi turned to her, piercing her with eyes of azure, his expression determined.

"I won't do it." There was no anger left in him, only acceptance. "If you're truly free, then go. I'll deal with this."

(Y/N) shook her head. She didn't know what the right answer to this was, but she did know that she wouldn't be leaving Dabi here to face this alone. He might have been a murderous bastard, but he had risked his very life to save her, and that in itself had value.

Would it be so bad? she wondered, taking in Dabi's strong jaw, his slender nose. He's a bit patch-work, sure, and he's a murdering bastard, but… he's not bad-looking.

In any case, it couldn't possibly be worse than two weeks in an imperial dungeon, could it?

(Y/N) closed her eyes for a moment, and when she reopened them, she looked on Dabi with the eyes of the Mother— eyes that saw brokenness, not vileness… pain, not anger. This man, as well as any other, had the potential to be good, but he had made terrible choices. Even so, the Mother had a plan for him, and (Y/N) was resigned to play a part and bear witness to it.

"Come, Dabi, make your peace," she told him, placing a hand on his shoulder. "In all things, we must endure."

He stared at her with a blank expression instead of finishing the platitude.

"What?"

(Y/N) sighed. Men always required too much explanation.

"I'm hardly a virgin, and you're hardly unhandsome," she told him, her eyes locked with his, "And unless your tastes run in the other direction, I think we should manage just fine."

Dabi looked at her as though she'd taken a bite out of a plague rat right before his eyes, and (Y/N) fought the urge to laugh.

"Have you lost the fucking plot?" he demanded, batting her hand away.

And here she was hoping that an amoral blackguard like Dabi would be an easy lay. So much for that.

"If I said I wanted you," she said, stepping even closer, "Would you deny me?"

There was hesitation in Dabi's eyes, but there was skepticism too.

"Not even an hour ago, you would have killed me," he told her. "How am I supposed to believe you want me now?"

(Y/N) wet her lips. Dabi followed the action with his eyes, and she knew she had him.

"An hour ago, I didn't know you spoke the Old Tongue," she replied, placing a finger gently over his lips, tracing the seam of them. "An hour ago, you were my captor, the man who stripped me of my dignity before a camp of marauders."

Dabi grabbed her wrist, pulling her hand away, but he did not release her.

"And what am I now, priestess?" he asked. His eyes— still so familiar— burned with an intensity unlike anything (Y/N) had ever experienced, and she swallowed thickly before she replied.

"You're the man who risked his life to save me." Suddenly emboldened, her eyes opened with godly insight, she added, "In fact, you're a nobleman's son who has chosen the wrong path, a would-be lordling that I might have flirted with at festivals, had we been in the same circles. You are so much more than you would have had me believe— and now I'm baring myself to you in the same way you've unwittingly done for me."

Dabi shook his head.

"You lie," he told her, crossing his arms. "If you can't do any better than that, then— mph!"

There were few things in the world indeed that couldn't be solved by a simple kiss. This situation, (Y/N) supposed, would certainly not be hurt by one.

"Could you speak to me in the Old Tongue again?" (Y/N) asked against his lips, wondering if it was herself or the goddess talking. "I haven't heard it since the war ended, except for—"

(Y/N) stopped short, stricken with shame at the thought of her betrothed. Shoto also spoke the Old Tongue when his father wasn't around to scold him for it, but instead of the usual joy the thought of him brought, (Y/N) felt only guilt and sorrow.

"Is this really what you want?" Dabi asked, adopting the language of the ancients once more. "Your eyes are sad."

I am the High Priestess of this land, (Y/N) wanted to say. When has what I want ever truly mattered?

Instead, she shook away that uncharitable thought and kissed him again. The texture of the scarred skin of his lower lip was strange but pleasant against her own, and she pressed forward, deepening the kiss, allowing her hands to come up and trace the metal embedded in his skin with her fingers. As she did so, strong, calloused hands cupped her shoulders, first pulling her closer, then pushing her back; (Y/N) opened her eyes, puzzled by the motion, but when she saw where Dabi was looking, she couldn't quite blame him.

A little ways away, the aes sídhe were sitting in the grass, the vines they wore as clothing shed to reveal their forms as they touched and kissed. In the early light, they looked like the ghosts of lovers who had died together, having run off to the moors to fulfill their forbidden vows. For a moment, (Y/N) wondered if that truly was what they once had been.

"Look at me," said (Y/N), moving Dabi's face back to hers with a gentle hand. "I'm the woman who is about to give you her body. As such, I deserve your full attention."

Dabi's eyes were soft then, softer than they had a right to be, and he returned her words with a kiss of his own. He kissed her deeply, his tongue pressing forward past her lips, and he caressed the very place on her neck where he had choked her before as if in silent apology.

"It's not in me to be gentle," he warned her, his lips moving to tease at her ear. "If that's what you were hoping for, you should say so now."

With a quiet smirk, (Y/N) grasped his cock through his pants.

"Don't coddle me," she replied as Dabi inhaled sharply. "Unlike this New Religion's virgin queen, my goddess doesn't require those who serve her to remain untouched. I know my way around a man, and man has known his way around me enough to know that I like it rough."

Dabi huffed a laugh, then winced, drawing back to clutch at his shoulder. It was then that (Y/N) remembered the wound she'd given him earlier, and she scratched the back of her head, sheepish.

"Lie down on the grass, and I'll take care of that for you," she said, pressing her fingers around the wound. "It'll make things easier, more pleasant."

Dabi brushed her away.

"It's cauterized," he said, "And something else for nothing— you won't be the one giving orders around here."

So saying, he fiddled at unlacing her shirt, revealing her breasts. Eagerly, he lowered himself to kiss between them, taking one in each hand as he left markings there with lips, tongue and teeth. Impatient, anxious to be done, (Y/N) fisted a hand in his hair, unsure of whether she wanted to pull him up to kiss her or down to have those teeth scrape against her nipple, but he tugged against her with such force that she was worried she would rip the strands from his head no matter what she chose.

"Pushy, pushy," he grumbled against her skin, nipping the sensitive skin of her left breast as a calloused thumb brushed over her nipple. "Pull my hair all you like, pussy-cat— you're not the only one who likes it rough."

(Y/N) groaned at that, but then Dabi sank to his knees, his hands at the laces of her breeches. Teasingly, he rubbed the heel of his palm against her sex, and she threw her head back at the sensation.

"Like that, do you?" he asked with a grin, and (Y/N) felt the vicious urge to kick the bastard for being so smug. She would have, too, if he hadn't yanked down her breeches, grabbed her by the cheeks of her sore arse, and smashed himself face-first against her sex.

"Mm, the way you taste," he chuckled darkly against her pussy as she shuddered. "You really are divine."

Only a truly evil man could have known just how to become (Y/N)'s undoing in the way that Dabi did. Slowly, teasing, he used the big, bony knuckle of one finger to rub against her clit, using his tongue to lick the wetness from her core as he traced sensitive circles into her skin. Just when (Y/N) thought she would have to exhale a soft please, he moved his fingers to her opening and his mouth to her clit, thrusting two fingers inside her, reaching just deep enough to tease her, slowly but forcefully pumping them in and out as she rocked against him, helpless to do anything except ride the wave of her pleasure.

"Yes," she cried at one particularly hard thrust, his tongue flattening against her clit. "Dabi— Dabi please—"

She didn't need to ask him twice. A third finger was added, and the long, slender digits hammered in and out of her with a force that sent her quaking. His tongue circled her clit, and he began alternating between teasing and nipping and sucking it in a maddening cycle of pleasure-pain. (Y/N) had never felt like this— never— and she clung to Dabi's hair for dear life, hoping to the goddess and all things good that she didn't pass out from it.

"Fuck," she swore as his mouth closed gently around her clit, sending a jolt of sensation through her whole being. "Oh, oh, I'm so close already—"

Beneath her, Dabi was using his free hand to stroke himself, and watching him pleasure himself so roughly, almost punishingly, pushed her over the edge and into orgasm, drenching his fingers.

"Dabi!" she cried, pleading as he curled his fingers inside her. She pushed at his head with all her strength— she wasn't sure how much more she could take— but he didn't budge an inch. "Fuck, I've finished, I've come, I—"

Dabi pulled away from her clit, but his fingers inside her never stopped.

"Let me see if I can make this situation any clearer," he grinned, sharp and carnivorous. "This isn't about you, pussy-cat. It's about me."

With that, he buried his face between her thighs once more, and (Y/N) could almost have cried at the sensation of too much and yet somehow not enough. It felt as though Dabi was going to consume her entirely, and in that moment, (Y/N) wasn't quite sure that she would object.

It's been too long since I've been with someone, she thought as Dabi finally, finally withdrew his fingers, switching hands so that the wetness from her covered his prick as he stroked it. I've spent so long on my own that I had forgotten what being with another person feels like.

Since her betrothal to Shoto, (Y/N) hadn't been with anyone, especially not Shoto himself. Despite the immense, all-consuming love they had for one another, it wasn't that kind of love, and it hadn't felt right to engage in such a thing until it was expected of them to do so… but now, faced with a blue-eyed devil who looked like he could rearrange her insides, she almost wished she had been a bit more in practice than she was.

"Who did this to you?"

In the time that (Y/N) had lost to her musings, Dabi had still been kneeling before her, watching her intently. He was looking at her now with darkness in his eyes, and suddenly she felt very, very naked, and a little fearful.

"Didn't you hear me?" he demanded, splaying a hand over her thigh. "I asked who did this to you."

Ah, (Y/N) had forgotten. The scars.

All across her body were scars from the war. Either from healing the wounded or sustaining her own injuries, scarring was inevitable… but what Dabi was doubtless referring to was the scars she obtained during those fourteen days of captivity.

The matter of her scars, however, was none of Dabi's business.

"I'll tell you mine if you tell me yours," she replied curtly, and Dabi snatched her to him, somehow still commanding despite being eye-level with her crotch.

"You and that smart mouth," he growled. "If I had more patience, I'd teach you a lesson about sassing me."

"You don't have it in you, craven," she shot back. Bitterness of the past welled in her, threatening to drown her, but Dabi was too quick to allow it. Mean, nasty thing that he was, he swung a single powerful arm behind her, landing a sweeping blow to her knees, and she took a hard fall right onto her ass. Now angry, she made to scramble to her knees, but she was too slow; Dabi was on top of her, his cock hanging long and hard from his breeches, and he wrapped a hand around her throat, suddenly vicious once more.

"Silence," he ordered, this time in the Old Tongue, and (Y/N) couldn't fight off the shudder that ran through her body at the command. "You wild animal, you untamed beast— I risk my sorry neck to save you, do everything I can to keep you from harm and you— you stand there talking to me like I'm some serving boy, like I'm beneath you— fuck, I can't stand it!"

He kissed her then, furious and forceful, and her hands found themselves once again in his hair, pulling him closer as his tongue forced itself between her lips. (Y/N) wanted to consume and be consumed; at once, she felt drunk, feverish, and the slide of Dabi's cock against her was an unbearable temptation.

"You said you hate me?" he told her, pulling away to look at her with those eyes that were more blue than the sky, more wild than a rabid wolf, "I can promise I hate you more, pussy-cat. You weak-willed woman, you worthless bitch— you and yours fucking gave away everything that I fight for, everything that was taken from me, and yet here you are, so fucking beautiful that I want to crush your skull beneath my hands just to get away from you. You are every mistake I never would have made."

"You're insane," she snarled, biting his lip, and he bit back. Hard.

"Count on it," he growled right back. "We can't all be well-adjusted like you, Your Worshipfulness— though I question how begging for a criminal's cock is any form of sane for a straight-laced boot-licker like yourself."

"I did not beg—" she protested, but then she was being shoved onto her hands and knees, her face full of dirt and her ass in the air as Dabi's cock slid between her thighs.

"Maybe not," he said, bending his body over hers so that they were touching back-to-chest, "But you will."

Dabi snuck one hand around her to play with her too-sensitive nipples, and the opposite arm forced her into a headlock. He kissed and licked and sucked all along her neck, and (Y/N) shuddered at the feeling of his cock sliding along her folds, always close but never enough. It was maddening, but (Y/N) would not beg, she wouldn't, she'd die before she lowered herself to that—

"Please," she gasped as he licked the shell of her ear. "Dabi, I— I'm sorry, I didn't mean what I said, I just—"

"Beg," he snarled, his teeth skimming the back of her neck, teasing at a bite.

(Y/N) shivered.

"Fuck," she hissed as one of his arms circled her neck. "Please, please, I want you to fuck me."

He chuckled darkly against her, raising the hair there with the warmth of his breath.

"You think that's adequate?" he asked, tightening his forearm so that it was almost strangling her. "Are you so unaccustomed to asking nicely that 'I want you to fuck me' is the best you can do? Pathetic. You don't even know my real name; you never even fucking asked for it."

(Y/N) didn't know how else to beg. She rocked herself backwards into his cock, hoping for something, anything, but all she got for her efforts was a stinging bite to her collarbone.

"Ask me for my cock," he said against her skin, rutting his cock even harder against her. "Beg me for it."

(Y/N) almost wanted to cry. What else could she possibly say or do?

"Please," sobbed (Y/N), fisting her hands in the grass. "Please, please give me your cock, Dabi, I want to feel you, I want to come with you inside me, I—"

Dabi released her from his headlock then, and lacking the strength to hold herself up, she collided with the ground so hard it made her jaw ache.

"Call me by my name," he told her, grabbing her by the hair. "Ask me what my name is."

"Y-your name—" she gasped as he was suddenly inside her, filling her. "What's— What's your name?"

"Call me Touya," he murmured, his lips suddenly close to her ear as he yanked her upwards. "That's the name I want you to scream when you come."

Touya… where had (Y/N) heard that name before? There was something in the way he said it— in the whispering of it, in the nigh-upon painful utterance— that was as familiar and yet impossible to place as his eyes. She knew that name, knew it like the smell of the land just before a thunderstorm, like the banished light of a candle in a temple corridor; it was a part of her somehow, and she couldn't help but repeat it, try it on like a silken slip.

"Touya," she groaned as he began fucking her in earnest. "Where do I— oh fuck."

Dabi— no, Touya— repositioned them slightly, adjusting the angle, and (Y/N)'s words died in her throat. There were a thousand and one things racing through her mind— too much, not enough, are they seriously watching us from over there? Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me— but she couldn't focus on a single one of them. The hot slide of Dabi's cock inside her, the wild, erratic thrusting of his head against her insides, all of it was too much, and all she wanted was to not think.

"That's it," Dabi praised her, pistoning his hips. "See, you can be good, pussy-cat— and if you're very, very good, you'll get the cream you're hoping for."

"Touya," she gasped. "Touya, I—"

"Quiet, now," he told her in the Old Tongue, his hand coming around to circle her clit. "Find your mountaintop."

And wasn't that beautiful? Find your mountaintop, he'd told her— of course, it was just an Old Tongue nicety referring to an orgasm, but as (Y/N) was sent careening towards her own, it seemed so poetic.

(Y/N)'s second orgasm felt like free-falling. Her whole body was a-tremble, and adrenaline coursed through her, carrying its own high. If she would have been cognizant enough, she would have been ashamed at how she cried out, how wrecked she had become as Dabi finished inside her, but all she could do was sink against him, at once heavy and weightless as she collapsed against him.

"Shit," said Dabi, pulling her up and steadying her on her knees, his skin warm and wet where they connected. "You don't do things by halves, do you?"

(Y/N) wasn't entirely sure what that meant, but decided to let that be a problem for her future self to suss out; she faded in and out of consciousness until she finally succumbed, warm and safe in the arms of a strange man with two names and familiar eyes, whom she hated and yet trusted with her life.

I'm sorry, Shoto, she thought as the darkness of her inner being took over. I hope you can forgive me.

***

Dabi had never felt so emotionally raw after sex, but he supposed there was a first time for everything.

The Hand of Cerridwen lay sprawled out over his body, her own having consumed too much of her energy to maintain consciousness. Truth be told, Dabi might have passed out right along with her if only his bloody stab wound from earlier didn't hurt so bad. The sharp pain of it kept his body thankfully awake and alert, but his mind was hazy and unfocused as he held (Y/N) to his chest, wrapping his arms around her torso and wondering what the hell he was supposed to do from here.

You reveal much, Black Dabi— or should I say, young Todoroki.

Dabi flinched at the echo of the aes sìdhe's mind-voice in his head. He'd nearly forgotten they were there.

"Is that a threat?" he asked tiredly, and the aes sídhe let out a breathy sound that might have been a laugh.

Merely an observation, it said, patting the back of its mate, who was still busy between its thighs. You reveal everything, and she reveals nothing— and yet— how amusing!— neither of you are the wiser.

Dabi wanted to ask for an explanation, but even blinking took too much effort.

Still, mused the aes sídhe, I suppose you do make quite a pair. Though there is much you do not know and cannot see, your child will be strong. My mate has foreseen it.

A sinking feeling settled in the pit of Dabi's stomach, but he refused to succumb to it. The Beltane sunrise was long past them, and he had little time to worry about a child of all things. He needed to dress himself, dress (Y/N), and get out of this mad fever dream; if he didn't get them back to camp soon, who knew what would happen in the meantime.

"Come on, priestess," he sighed, pulling out of her as he struggled to pull up his pants without throwing her naked form to the ground. "Wake up, pussy-cat, we've got a long way to go."

She woke, if you could call it that— (Y/N) was alert enough to stand, but dazed and disoriented as Dabi dressed. Feeling foolish despite his coherency, Dabi helped her into her clothes once he was done with his own, pausing only once when he felt metal against his skin. Looking down, he caught sight of a glint of gold on her hand, and upon closer inspection, noticed that there was a plain gold band encircling the ring finger of her left hand.

An engagement ring.

This just keeps getting better and better, he thought to himself, cursing his own naivete. He had supposed (Y/N) to be unattached, a spirit free to roam the land as she wished; but under the Empire— with their New Religion and their woman-hating and their flaccid fucking pricks— it was no surprise that the High Priestess had attached herself to a man who could protect her and give her rights in their world.

A man who could hold her back, maybe, Dabi thought bitterly to himself as he whistled for the horse (Y/N) had stolen away from him. A man who could punish her with impunity under the law— a man who is rich enough to buy that pretty chunk of gold and fancy that he owns her.

Dabi might have crossed a few lines himself, but at least he knew there were bloody lines.

Farewell, Todoroki Touya, said the aes sídhe with a toothy grin as Dabi's own black stallion approached. May your path be shaded and your burdens be light.

Dabi nodded in return, helping (Y/N) up onto the great beast before situating himself behind her. Bandit— for that was the name of the horse— snorted contrarily, but eased into a canter at the nudge of Dabi's heel into his side.

She took both of us for a ride today, huh, old boy? Dabi thought fondly at the stallion. Had her way with man and beast alike, and now we have to carry her sleepy little arse back.

It was curious; no one— no one— had ever ridden Bandit besides Dabi and lived to tell the tale. Scarce had a fool's arse cheeks touched that animal's back that weren't smashed beneath several hundred pounds of warhorse… and yet (Y/N) had convinced the stubborn beast to gallop for her. How she managed it, Dabi would never know, but he had to admit that watching that wily lass ride at breakneck pace across the moor had seemed something of a dream. She was the finest rider he'd ever seen, too, and he began to wonder what it would have been like to know her in a world without an inheritance of war.

"Touya," she said, stirring suddenly in front of him. "I know that name."

Slowly, she turned to him, and Dabi felt his cheeks flame as she looked at him with searching eyes.

I revealed too much, he thought, thinking back the words of the aes sídhe and his discovery of her engagement ring, And she revealed nothing at all.

"Who are you?" she asked earnestly, pressing him. "I know you're high-born, so don't lie."

"Don't call me that unless we're alone," he told her, refusing to meet her gaze. "Who I am is of little consequence."

(Y/N) turned around then, but Dabi knew the conversation wasn't over— after all, a woman never loses an argument, she only postpones it— but even so, he was glad to regain their peace, especially once they approached the camp. It wouldn't do for the men to see his reclaimed prize as anything but tired and pliant to his will after the stunt she had just pulled.

"Dabi!" Twice exclaimed, jogging up as soon as Dabi reached his tent. "Thank the goddess— we thought you were a goner for sure!"

Dabi huffed a laugh. "So did I. Here, help her down and into the tent— I'm going to get something to eat, and then I'm going to sleep. The first man that wakes me up before I'm ready had better hope we're being ambushed, because if not, I'll have his guts for garters."

That didn't quite happen, though; as soon as Dabi had eaten and settled in, he found himself wide awake, staring at (Y/N), who was fast asleep on the furs he liked to lounge on. She was so innocent and peaceful in her sleep, but the image of what lay beneath her clothes haunted Dabi like a wraith in the night. Those scars… he had never seen their equal on a woman. He wanted to touch every single one, wanted to know their story— the war had affected everyone, he knew, and the tales of the valor of Cerridwen's Chosen had inspired the nation in times of desperate need— but he was almost afraid of what he would find. There was already so much rage within him that any more would surely crack open his ribs and spill from the seams in his flesh like froth from the mouth of a rabid wolf.

“Hey, pussy-cat,” he murmured to her, expecting no response. “What’s your story, huh? Why did you give up the fight for this land and make peace with the Empire?"

When (Y/N) spoke, Dabi nearly jumped out of his skin. In that moment, her voice was not her own, and instead took on the deep, melodious tones of a woman many times her age.

“Because the war was lost before it had begun,” she said, her lashes kissing the skin of her lower lid. “When a bonfire is lost to the rain, it is better to carry a torch into a cave than to let the fire burn out entirely just to breathe open air.”

Dabi’s heart was going to beat out of his chest.

“Goddess divine?” he asked, sitting upright. “Cerridwen, Mother of us all?”

(Y/N) spoke no more, but Dabi knew what he’d heard. His hands shook as he peeled back his blanket, and he walked on wobbly knees over to where (Y/N) lay, placing his hand on her cheek. He caressed her skin, remembering the way he’d struck that very cheek earlier, and then and there, he vowed never to strike her again. She was fragile, this woman, but not fragile in the same way that a glass vase would be; she was fragile like a vessel of Greek fire. Dabi had been careless with his treatment of her, and suddenly, the words of the aes side came back to haunt him.

Your child will be strong, it had said. My mate has foreseen it.

If a child really did come from that union… it would be more than goddess-blessed. It would be more than human.

“Shit,” Dabi swore, brushing hair away from her face. “How the hell are you asleep?”

There was no reply, and there wouldn’t be one; the righteous rarely had any problem finding their rest.

#dabi #dabi x reader #mybigbangacademia #touya x reader #mha x reader #bnha x reader #dabi smut #dabi x y/n #touya x y/n #fantasy au #enemies to lovers #a suitable match (to start a fire)

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missnedge · 2 years ago

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Just for tonight (Starscream/reader pt 3)

Summary: After a harsh beating from Megatron, Starscream seeks solace in the only place he can think of. And you of course, welcome him.

Chracters: Starscream/You (Miko and Bulkhead make a special appearance)

Tags: Hurt/comfort, fluff, angst, TW for abuse and just Megatron in general cause fuck that guy, no smut but it is refrenced, mutual pining, someone get Starscream some help for the love of god.

This was written by Edge

Personal blog: @hollister-mc

Sunlight dipped into your room, you groaned and rolled over. It was your day off, you only planned on getting up when you felt like it. Or if you had to pee before your bladder bursts, whichever came first.

Three short beeps of a horn make you jolt under your covers, you huff and drag the blankets over your head. People and their shitty driving would be something that irked you till the day you died… Wait, you live pretty far out. Why would someone be honking right outside, unless…

"Y/N!!!!! WAKE UP, IT'S ROCK AND ROLL TIME!" You groan even louder into your pillow as your front door gets assaulted by Miko’s fists. "GO AWAY I'M NOT HOME!" You scream back at her, and she goes silent. You pause and raise your head. There's no way that actually worked, right?

"BOO!"

"AH!" You vault your body onto the floor with a grunt. Miko starts to laugh maniacally outside your window. You wince as you move your stiff body up off the floor, you make your way over to the window, ripping open the blinds and unlatching your window lock.

Miko stops laughing as you yank her through the window. "Ow! Geez sorry, someone isn't a morning person." She mumbles. You roll your eyes and make your way over to your dresser to scour for an outfit. "No, especially on my day off." She scoffs and flops onto your bed. "You can't just sleep the day away! It's almost noon!"

You chuckle and turn back to her, outfit in hand. "You see Miko, the point of my day off means I can spend it however the hell I want. Besides, I already hung out with you guys yesterday."

Miko jumps up and latches onto your arm, putting on her best pair of puppy eyes. "Pleaseeeee Y/n! We love hanging out with you!" You chuckle and raise a brow. "I'm an adult, shouldn't hanging around me be a buzzkill?" She laughs and shakes her head rapidly, making her pigtails flop around. "Pfft what? So what if you're an adult, you don't act like it! Plus Jack is more of a buzzkill than you."

You laugh loudly and push her out of your room. "Alright, you've convinced me. Now get out so I can change."

You shut your door and quickly get ready. After a couple minutes you head out of your room to find Miko staring at your counter. Your stomach drops as you realize she's staring at the missing chunk in your counter.

"What happened here?" She asks, glancing up at you curiously. "Oh uh…"

FUCK! You completely forgot about your poor bar that got wrecked along with you last week.

"Oh right, yeah a friend and I were uh… Doing a project, and it uh— kinda got out of hand…" You ramble as you avidly search for shoes so you both can leave quickly and drop the conversation. "A friend huh? Which one?" Miko starts to get a wicked grin on her face.

"A friend from work." You say, a bit too quickly for Miko’s liking. "Oh yeah?"

"Mmhm, yup, yup, alright let's go!" You flash a nervous grin and gesture to the door. Miko stands with her hands on her hips, giving you a disapproving look. "I thought we were best friends Y/n?"

"We are–"

"Then why didn't you tell me you hooked up with someone?!"

You let out a squeak while waving your arms around in a desperate attempt to sway her. "Whoa! Haha, where'd you get that idea?!" She scoffed and crossed her arms. "Um hello? You're like– totally blushing!... Did yall get freaky?”

You nearly screamed, you did not want to have this conversation with a teenage girl. Especially this one, who would embarrass the hell out of you for it. “I’m leaving without you!” You shouted and ran out of your house.

Bulkhead swung open the driver door as you sprinted to his vehicle mode. Miko was yelling as she ran out of your house, the passenger side opened for her as well and she climbed it. Bulkhead started driving and broke the silence. "Whoa, where's the fire?" His amused voice comes through the radio.

Miko huffs and slouches in her seat, shooting you a frown. "Y/n won't tell me about their new partner!" You roll your eyes and cross your arms, staring out onto the road. Bulkhead sighs. "Miko… If Y/n wants to talk about their relationship then they will, stuff like that is private sometimes."

The teenager groans and sits up straighter. "Fine, but I hope you'll tell me about it soon!" You laugh and reach over, ruffling her pigtails fondly. "Sure Miko, I'm just figuring things out right now ya know?"

She nods and starts to laugh. "I understand, maybe it's a good thing you're keeping it private right now. We wouldn't want Starscream to find out would we?" You choke on air, a coughing fit starting up in your chest. Miko cackles loudly and Bulkhead groans in disgust. "Ugh Miko gross…"

Right, how could you forget? Let's rewind for a second. Now, it didn't go unnoticed by team prime that Starscream had a certain… Fixation on you. Whenever the cons got involved with whatever the bots were doing Starscream always seemed to make it his mission to capture you, or at the very least rile you up.

Most everyone didn't think anything of it, even you. Just chalked it up to Starscream hating how snarky you were with him. The flirts you would shoot at him were typically done out of range from the bots or cons, you didn't want to be asked questions you didn't have the answers too.

Most everyone didn't think anything of it… Except Miko.

See, she had this wild conspiracy theory that Starscream was secretly in love with you and that the reason he always tried to capture you was so he could have you all to himself… Hilarious right? You thought so, at least, you used to. Now? You don't know what the hell to believe.

"Oh come on Bulk, Screamers would be so jealous if he found out that Y/n was dating someone." Miko says. "Look, Starscream's not the type to care about anyone but himself. Especially about a human, no offense. But I think it's safe to say that he's not capable of any kind of affection."

Miko and Bulkhead start to bicker back and forth about Starscream and you. Bulkhead may have a point. Starscream is loyal to himself, you're not sure if he is capable of affection but you sure as hell know he's capable of turning the inside of your pants into a slip and slide. Your face burns at the thought and you do your best to tune out their conversation the rest of the drive to base.

~~~~~~

Starscream walked throughout the dreary halls of the Nemesis, his posture stiff. This past week had been absolute torture. You constantly plagued his thoughts, all day, all night. Even in recharge he can't escape you. He's been on edge constantly and everyone on the Nemesis was starting to notice. The worst part was that he had also begun to slack in his work. He'd be spacing out more, snapping at anyone who'd point it out. More errors in coding and other data entries, even taking more time than usual out on protrols.

Unfortunately for him, Megatron especially had begun to notice his second in command's change of behavior.

Starscream folded his servos behind his back nervously, pausing in front of the door to the bridge. Megatron had requested his presence a few moments ago, and he had a horrible feeling that he knew what it was about.

The doors slid open and he made his way onto the bridge. The room was mostly empty, only a couple of Vehicons were posted at their station, and of course, Megatron. Starscream made his way towards his leader, every step in his pedes felt like lead. Megatron was facing away from him.

"Starscream." He spoke, voice eerily calm.

"Lord Megatron." Starscream replied.

"Do you know why I called you here?" Megatron asked.

Starscream paused. Either he had found out about Starscream's little escapade with you, or he was here to reprimand him about his slacking lately. A small part of him hoped it was something completely different, but the underlying malice in his voice told him that there was no painless way out of this.

"No my liege… I do not." He uttered. Megatron instantly picked up on his reluctance. The tall mech slowly turned around, glaring down at his second in command. “I don’t like liars Starscream. You know perfectly well why you're here. Correct?” Megatron started to circle Starscream as he spoke. The shorter mech felt his knees tremble. “I don’t tolerate slackers. You should know that better than anyone. It’s bad enough my second in command is a spineless fool who constantly plots behind my back, but I don’t need one who does poor work as well.”

“I’m sorry my–” Starscream grunted in pain as Megatron struck him across the face, the force of the blow making him crumple to the ground. “The only reason you’re still here is because you’re of better use to me here than anywhere else.” Megatron sent a kick to his side. Starcream jolted to the side, landing painfully on his wings. “Don’t make me regret it, Starscream. I’ll dispose of you myself if you stop serving a purpose to me.”

Starscream shakily tried to get to his knees but Megatron grabbed his wings and threw him to the side, eliciting a sharp yelp from the seeker. Despite the throb of pain running through Starscream, he couldn’t help the rush of relief that coursed through him as well.

Megatron didn’t know about you.

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You waved goodbye to Miko and Bulkhead from the top step of your house. The two drove away, blasting heavy metal. You chuckled and headed into your dark home. A yawn escaped your mouth as you flicked on the light of your living room, you set down your things on a chair and stretched. You had an eventful day at the base, Wheeljack was back on Earth visiting, so naturally the day was filled with fun and chaos.

Before you could head into your bedroom a familiar sound of an engine stopped you. Your heart instantly started to beat faster, you hadn’t seen Starscream in a week. You wait for him to burst through your back door but you hear shuffling and muttering instead. Slowly you make your way to the back door, creaking it open you see Starscream there in his smaller form clutching his side. Instantly you notice the dents and scratches littering his form. The grimace of pain in his face was enough to snap you out of your shocked stare. “Christ— What happened to you?” You swing the door open fully enough for him to come in. A hiss of pain leaves his mouth as he limps through the short doorway. “Who do you think?” He grunts out.

You shut the door and watch him limp further into the house. You chew your lip in thought, you could say the autobots but considering you were with them all day the only logical explanation was…

“Megatron…?” You inquired dolefully. Starscream said nothing as he looked to the floor, his back was to you, letting you get a clear view of his wings. They weren’t horrible wounds, he would clearly live; but the light blue energon leaking from a gash in his wing made your gut heavy in discomfort. “You’re leaking…” You mumble. Starscream continues to stare at the floor, refusing to look back at you.

You may not have the right tools to patch him up, but you could at least ease some problems. Slowly you walk over to him, moving carefully into his line of sight. The situation as a whole is bizarre, the enemy faction of your friends is here in your house injured, and while he may not be asking for help directly the look in his optics tells you everything you need.

You reach your hand forward, gently wrapping your hand around his servo, silently noting how cold he was compared to the last time you touched him. His optics dart to your smaller hand, before looking at you directly. A soft smile makes your way onto your lips. “Come with me?”

Starscream raises a brow before nodding slowly. You smile, and lead him towards your bedroom. You slowly open your door and flip on the light, you lead Starscream to your bed, gently making him sit on the edge. “Wait here, I’m going to grab some stuff.”

“Alright.” He mumbles.

You turn and walk into your bathroom, mentally going through the possible supplies you have that would be beneficial. You doubt anything antiseptic would work on him, and obviously you don’t have any welding gear, or whatever they use to mend wounds. That leaves cleaning and wrapping up injuries temporarily. So, you grab some rags.

When you come back Starscream is looking around your room from his spot on the bed. You don’t think you can get used to the tall Decepticon sitting on your bed so casually. He turns back to you and notices the stuff in your hands. “What’s that?” He asks.

“Just some rags, do you mind if I clean you up and tie off any leaks?” Starscream seems confused, before looking down at himself. “I don’t understand, am I leaking that badly? I apologize if I got energon on your things…” Your throat tightened at his words. Truly, you don’t think you’ve heard an apology come from his mouth before, let alone the absolute defeat in his voice.

You instantly moved towards him. “No, no it’s not that. Don’t worry about any messes okay? I just want to help, I may not be able to do much for you medically… But I just–” Your breath hitches as you meet his stare. He looks so broken. You briefly wonder if anyone has ever done anything for him out of the kindness in their heart. You raise a hand to his face out of instinct to comfort, but he flinches away.

Your heart shattered.

He must have seen the shock in your face, for he turned away from you in shame. You swallowed the lump in your throat, crying wouldn’t help either of you right now. So you continued to reach your hand out, slower this time. Your hand met the side of his faceplate, you gently turned his helm towards you. His optics seemed duller than before as he looked at you. You raise your other hand, the rag you had wet earlier in your grasp. With utmost care you wiped a scuff that was on the lower left side of his face.

“I don’t know your situation on the Nemesis… I know Megatron is far from being a gracious and forgiving leader, and in all honesty he doesn’t deserve the crew or position he has now…” You speak as you continue to wipe up his various scratches, his optics never leaving your face. You can feel your heart racing in your chest, yet you continue to speak tenderly. “But I want you to know that my door is always open. Whenever you need to get away from it, or if you want company, you need to vent, get cleaned up. Whatever it may be, day or night, whether I’m here or not, I will still be here for you. Okay?” You finish wiping his face.

Starscream has a look you’ve never seen before on him, then again, you haven't seen him like this ever. It hurts you to think he’s been suffering silently and alone from Megatron's wrath all this time. Starscream doesn’t know what to say, no one ever has extended such generosity and kindness to him before. At least without some sort of catch to it. So he says the only thing that comes to mind.

“Why?”

The question shook you. One word, and yet it raised so many questions inside you. Why were you doing this? Setting aside the fact that you were ‘enemies’ , Starscream wasn’t exactly the friendliest around. That, and most times you’ve interacted it was threats, bantering, or flirting borderlining taunting. Only recently did things change, clearly you skipped some steps when it comes to… whatever relationship you have with him. What relationship did you have with him exactly? You’re not really hostile anymore, friends is a loose term that doesn’t quite fit. Partner isn’t the right word, neither is lover. Fuck buddy isn’t to far off, yet would just a plain old hook up care this much about the other person? So it all loops back to the original question. Why do you care?

“I don’t know… I just do… Why did you come here instead of your medical bay?”

Starscream blinks in shock, his expression befuddled. Another moment passed, both of you just staring at each other. Finally, he speaks once more.

“I don’t know… I just did.”

A small smile grew on your lips at his words, his face softened ever so slightly. “Well then… Since we obviously have no idea what we’re doing, can I finish what I started?” He nodded.

You grinned brightly and started to get back to work, cleaning any smudges or energon leaks. Starscream watched you with a soft expression, admiring you and how you worked. He had no idea how to express to you that there was no possible way you could finish what you started, not when it came to how you made him feel. Starscream was terrified of what you did to him, more so what could happen to you or him if anyone else found out what was going on.

He watched you wrap a long cloth around his thigh, you tied it off, pausing and glancing up at him concerned. “That doesn’t hurt right?” He shakes his head, and you nod before reaching for another cloth to tie off a gash on his arm. You worked silently, briefly stopping here and there to ask permission or to check in on how he was doing. Once you were done, he honestly looked a lot better. You stood in front of him, hands resting proudly on your hips as you grinned. “All done! How do you feel?”

Starscream glanced down at himself, obviously the dents and such were still there, but surface wise you did an amazing job. “I feel better… Thank you.” The words felt forigen, but the way your face lit up was all he needed to forget the oddity of pleasantries.

For a moment, you both were staring at eachother again. The tension creeped back into the room, increasingly becoming difficult to ignore. Before you impulsively smashed your face against his you cleared your throat and gathered the used rags and brought them back into your bathroom. Starsceam watched you the entire time.

You came back into the bedroom, shutting the door behind you. “So um… Do you have to go back soon?” You asked, slightly hoping his answer would be no.

“Probably… But I don’t exactly want to go back.” Starscream rested his arms on his legs, leaning forward in thought. You frowned and shifted your weight between your legs. “Do they need you back for something?” He shook his helm, running his optics over a few objects on your wall. “No, not exactly. My shift was nearly over when I left anyway.”

You ran your eyes over him, his body language seemed uncomfortable. If his words weren’t enough you could clearly tell that he dreaded going back right now. Before you could stop yourself, the words slipped. “Then stay.”

Starscream froze, and slowly turned towards you. “...What?”

Your mouth felt dry, you wanted to avert your eyes from his intense stare but you couldn’t seem to pry your eyes away from his. “Stay… Just for tonight.”

Logically, you shouldn’t have offered. Then again, if you want to go by those rules you should have stopped what you were doing a long time ago. Starscream was having a similar thought. He already has let you do this for him, he was already here. The looming threat over both of your heads was already there, one night wouldn’t lessen or greaten the affects.

“Alright… Just for tonight then.”

#tfp starscream #starscream #transformers #fanfiction #reader insert #one shot #preferably no minors #tw abuse #fluff #angst #starscream/reader #macadam

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dorotharry · 4 years ago

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tiny dancer ; prologue

Pairing: 40s!bucky barnes x fem!reader

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Word count: 2.3k

Warnings: kinda long for a prologue, fluff, not really much but please let me know if anything in this upsets you.

Summary: After being drafted for the war in 1942, Bucky goes to the ballet a week before having to leave with his best friend Steve. There he becomes infatuated you with the prima ballerina of the show, and he just has to meet you before his last week in Brooklyn is up. He hopes one day you would meet again; little does it know it will be 72 years later.

A/N: This is my first Bucky fic, I thought of it last night and I was kind of excited to write it. Sorry if any of the information is wrong as well my knowledge of Ballet and Brooklyn/NY are limited. I’m not sure if there are any similar story types but feel is so please let me know and I’ll tag them for people to read in the next chapter. I hope you enjoy :) Feel free to let me know if you want to be tagged in the next chapter.

Before everything - 1942

“Oh, come on Steve, come to the Ballet with me!” Bucky spoke enthusiastically, his arms pressed again the frame of Steve’s front door. “It’s my last week before I go.”

“And you couldn’t have just chose to go to a bar like any other normal man would a week before going to the war?” Steve responded looking sceptically at his best friend. Someone who he had never known to be interested in ballet.

“Because going to a bar filled with soldiers would be a bright choice for you,” sighed Bucky, “I’d rather not have to get into another fight…” Steve rolled his eyes and pursed his lips waiting for Bucky to continue. “Everyone in New York is talking about the Ballet! Don’t you want to feel cultured?” Bucky exclaimed moving away from the door frame. “Plus!, I got us pretty good seats if I do say so myself, what row was it again…?” He trailed off looking smugly at Steve. “…Oh, that’s right! Row three.”

“Too bad you couldn’t score front row,” responded Steve mimicking Bucky’s cocky attitude. Bucky huffed at his friend’s response. “I’m kidding, I’m kidding,” laughed Steve, “Fine if the ballet is where you want to go a week before you go, then the ballet is where we’re going, I guess.”

Bucky’s eyes lit up at his friends’ words. “Yes! This is going to be great, a night on the town, just two gentlemen going to see the ballet.” He grinned, Steve noting how happy he seemed to be going to the ballet; he wasn’t sure why. “I’ll pick you up tomorrow at 6pm”, Bucky spoke turning away from his still sceptical best friend.

“Okay then,” responded Steve watching him walk off.

Just as he’d said, Bucky had picked Steve up the next day, driving them to the theatre and making it there for 6:30. They wandered the foyer looking at all of the people dressed up to watch the performance like them. Many had already been a few times and were raving about what they were most excited for again. For Bucky and Steve though, this is new territory. Both of them glad though that they were doing something new. They made their way into the theatre finding their seats, as everyone began to pile in, ready for the show.

“I’ve heard that the lead female ballet dancer is meant to be very good”, whispered Bucky to Steve as the lights began to dim.

“You mean the Prima Ballerina?” Whispered back Steve correcting him.

Bucky looked at Steve with an amused look. “For someone who didn’t want to come you sure know a lot about ballet”, chuckled Bucky placing his focus back towards the stage.

Steve sighed and looked back at him, “I don’t know a lot of ballet, that’s just common knowled—” He was shushed by Bucky as he tapped him on the shoulder multiple times in order to tell him to be quiet. Steve looked towards the stage again as the orchestra began playing.

Bucky watched as the curtains opened, the stage filled with ballet dancers.

Not long into the performance you would enter, nervous side stage as your friends reminded you of how brilliant you would be. This wasn’t your first time performing but every time was just as nerve-wracking as the last. This was your passion of course, and you wanted nothing more than to be perfect. You looked down at your tutu, a bright red tutu, a colour that stood out amongst the rest of the cast who were dressed in whites and greens. Even the male lead was only dressed in white. You particularly like your pointe shoes the best; they were a stunning bright red to match the rest of your costume.

Shaken from your thoughts you heard the beginning of your entrance within the music, jumping up and down briefly before getting into position to enter. Then you did, getting into character instantly.

Bucky gasped as his eyes followed you as you entered the stage so gracefully. He had heard you were a magnificent dancer, but he didn’t know you were so beautiful. Composing himself in his seat he watched as you were so engrossed in the music and the dance. It was obvious you loved what you did.

As the ballet continued his eyes never lost focus from you. He even thought there was one time when you had looked at him in the audience, but he knew that couldn’t be true, someone so perfect would never draw their focus from their work to look at him.

Even during the interval Bucky was in his own world as he thought about how captivating you had been. Barely listening but nodding as Steve spoke to him about his thoughts of the show.

When the show finally ended the crowd stood up applauding the performance. Eagerly so did Bucky, Steve following. As you bowed many people threw roses and he mentally cursed himself for not bringing any himself. The curtains closed and the theatre lights slowly came back on.

“Well I must say I did enjoy that,” spoke Steve as they exited the theatre, breaking the silence and pulling Bucky from his thoughts, he stopped walked and looked at Steve.

“Steve, call me crazy but I have to meet her, I have to know her name.”

Steve looked at Bucky and sighed knowing he wasn’t going to take no for an answer. “Alright pal, why don’t we wait near the door the cast exit from?”

Bucky practically jumped up and down as he followed his friend, who somehow knew where the cast door was, although it wasn’t a hard guess. Just down the alleyway next to the theatre.

After the performance, adrenaline was running through you like crazy. You loved this feeling. Tonight’s audience was marvellous, and they held nothing back when applauding you all for your performance.

When you performed you couldn’t see much of the audience due to the stage lights, but you could see up to around the 4th row. While you had stopped at the end one of your solos in the first act your eyes had briefly stumbled upon a very handsome man with brunette hair. But you didn’t get a great look because as soon as one song ended the next one started.

You had removed your costume and let your hair out of its bun brushing it out and attempting to make it look as presentable as you could. You got into a nice dress which you had arrived in, keeping your makeup on along with your bright red lipstick. Grabbing your bag, you said goodbye to your fellow colleagues as you exited the backstage area and entered the alleyway.

As you got to where the alleyway ended, and the city sidewalk started you were met with the same brunette you had noticed during the show. “Miss, I’m terribly sorry to bother you after your show but I just had to introduce myself to such a beautiful and talented woman.” Rambled Bucky.

You blushed and looked down as your dress, “Why thank you…” you trailed off waiting for the handsome stranger to tell you, his name. He seemed a bit distractedd looking at your eyes that he didn’t catch on though, causing his smaller blonde friend next to him to nudge him.

“Oh, sorry my names Bucky,” he replied letting out a nervous chuckle, “and this is Steve,” gesturing to his best friend.

Steve raised his arm to shake your hand, “Sorry miss but what was your name again? Bucky here forgot to tell me.”

You raised your arm and shook his hand, letting out a giggle over the two men in front of you, “My names y/n”.

You looked back over at Bucky who seemed to be going over something in his brain. “I wanted to know if you wanted to get a drink or some food or something with me?” What Bucky thought would be a confident question turned more into a rambling mess. Gosh he thought you were pretty.

You blushed, “How am I to know you’re not a murderer?” Raising an eyebrow at the nervous man in front of you.

Steve interjected this time, “I can confirm y/n, he’s not a murderer. Honestly, he’s usually a lot better at flirting than this, I’ve never seen him look so nervous.”

Bucky sent a death glare at Steve before looking back at you. You laughed again, grinning ear to ear, “Well I am pretty hungry, so I won’t say no, especially when a ladies’ man is so nervous to talk to me.” You smirked.

Now it was Bucky’s turn to grin, “great!” He responded. “I just have to drop Steve home and then we’re all set… Did you have a car?” He asked.

“Nope,” you spoke back, “so… do you think you’d be able to drop me home afterwards?” you asked, “You know considering I’m being so nice to a stranger.”

“I was going to offer anyway,” he replied signalling you to follow. You chatted with the two men as you walked to the car, when you got there, you insisted Steve sit in the front considering he was being dropped home. Then once you arrived at his, you both said your goodbyes to Steve. “I hope to see you again soon,” you yelled from the car as you sat in the front waving.

Steve waved back, as Bucky drove off to one of his favourite bars/restaurants beeping his horn at Steve as he left.

The rest of the night went smoothly, you both ate and chatted for hours, feeling like time barely existed with one another. It may sound cheesy but both of you felt like you were meant to meet one another. The only downside was that Bucky had told you he would be leaving for the war at the end of week, so you both knew it could never be anything more until at least the war ended.

It wasn’t until you realised the time that you knew you needed to get home, being Prima Ballerina wasn’t an easy job and it required getting at least some sleep. Bucky understood and drove you home continuing to talk about everything together. He even confessed he wished he had of gotten you some roses, to which you responded that how would he have known to do that. Of course, Bucky being a gentleman he still was disappointed he didn’t, even if you didn’t mind.

When you got home you thanked him for the wonderful night. “I’m going to see you again before I go,” he said from in the car, as you stood by the passenger window.

“I hoped you’d say that” you replied, “Good night Bucky,” you blew him a kiss, and his cheeks turned a bright pink.

“Goodnight y/n” he replied, grinning like a fool. He watched you walk into your apartment to make sure you got in safe before driving off. Gosh you were perfect.

It was finally the day he left.

Just like he promised you did see him again. After each show through the week, he would bring you a rose. Each time making you blush.

Most days he just drove you home and you chatted in the car, but a couple of times you got dinner again and made the most of the time you had with your new friend. You wished he didn’t have to go; you wished every time you saw him you could kiss him. But that felt like it would complicate things, you hadn’t known him long enough to put yourself through that kind of heart ache.

You and Steve were at the train station saying goodbye to Bucky. It was hard for Steve, he wanted nothing more than to go with his best friend and fight for his country, but he couldn’t. They didn’t want him.

For you though, you had only known Bucky a week, you had grown so comfortable with him, so it was hard seeing him leave, not knowing if he’d come back. He knew more about you than some of your closest friends that you had known for years, he was just that kind of guy, someone you could trust.

Bucky wanted nothing more than to just grab you and kiss you, but he didn’t know if that’s what you wanted. Steve had told him the day before to just go for it, but he was unsure. He didn’t want to put you through the heart ache. As he picked up his bags, Steve gave him a giant hug, you stepped forward and did the same hoping you wouldn’t have to let him go.

Releasing each other from your embrace, you both looked into each other’s eyes. Your eyes filled with water, and you could tell Bucky was holding back tears.

“Goodbye Steve, goodbye y/n” he spoke sadly as he began to walk towards the train.

Steve looked at you as if to say, ‘are you sure you don’t want to just go for it?’ and you sighed. He was right, what was there to lose? Bugger this you thought, “Bucky!” you yelled running towards him, “You forgot something!” He turned around confused only to be greeted by you grabbing his face and softly yet hungrily pressing your lips to his. He sighed into the kiss dropping his bags, he didn’t push you away instead he grabbed your waist and pulled you closer.

This kiss was nothing like any of the kisses you had experienced before, if fact it made you feel the same way ballet did. It was the same for Bucky, none of the kisses he had ever shared with anyone felt like this.

You finally stopped and parted, resting your foreheads on one another’s.

“Don’t worry doll, I’ll see you again.” He spoke softly to you.

You stepped back as a few tears fell down your face, nodding. He gave you a charming Bucky smile before picking his bags back up and turning away. You walked back to Steve giving him a hug, as he watched his best friend leave him for the first time in his life.

You wanted nothing more than to believe that you would see each other again.

Little did you know you would, only 72 years later.

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