#let people spend their hard earned money how they wish to spend it

[meownotgood]

it genuinely makes me so happy to see people's dedication to their random favorite fictional character like yes, please show me the itabag you've made for an obscure video game character from 2006, please show me your shrine that you've dedicated to your favorite anime boy, please tell me about how your comfort character brings you so much joy!!!!!! I love it!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[bitterchocoo]

Can I request an romantic angst with Aventurine and Malleus (Male Reader)? Like Male Reader is turning into his Overblot form because he realizes he'll outlive Aventurine and trapping Penacony in the dreamscape.

Once Upon a Dream

Aventurine | M. Reader as Malleus Draconia [Twisted Wonderland]

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"You'll love me at once.... the way you did once upon a.. dream.."

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[Name] Draconia.. the crown prince.. of Briar Valley..

No one would have thought that someone like him... could have his eyes on someone from the IPC! How!? Some money grubbing asshole?! Has the prince gone mad!? He's obviously being used!?

Meanwhile on the IPC side, it's more of.. disbelief...

How? How could someone like him have none other than the crown prince of Briar Valley?? Him? Of all people??

But if one were to stop and look for just a moment... it's not what everyone originally thinks. The prince's lover.. is far from the "money grubbing asshole" people say he is. He's surprisingly charming, and has his way with words. One could see why the prince loved him so much.

Same thing could be said to the prince. People who once saw him as a cold and uncaring person was shock to see just how caring he can be.

Some would say, they're perfect for each other. They completed each other. They're the only ones who could see right past each others mask and saw the real, true version of themselves.

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A music box that plays an unknown melody. Its tune sounded unsettling yet also calming. Like a tune playing in a distant dream.

It intrigues him.

Such a unique way to invite someone..

And oh how happy he was to see his beloved in that place. His beloved who was also invited into this place where others would pay millions just to spend the night in.

Penacony.

"Ah! You Highness, I see that you're also invited? I thought they might have forgotten your invitation." Aventurine joked sarcastically. It's almost comedic with how [Name] always didn't receive an invitation where he is supposed to have one. It's like fate is messing with him.

[Name] can't help but chuckle at the joke. "Yes, I am indeed invited to this grand festival."

"Well that's good, it means you could enjoy a once in an Amber Era performance."

During his visit, the crown prince had met multiple people, they're so friendly and they didn't seem to fear him. How delightful! Accepting Penacony's invitation had got to be the best decision [Name] had ever made! Not to mention, meeting the famed Nameless too! If only he could share this moment with Lilia. Those rectangular things are just so hard to command! [Name] has full respect to people who know how to use such objects. Truly, they earned his respect.

And oh how happy he was that the Trailblazer wanted to spend some time with him exploring the dreamscape. This is truly more than he could ever wish for.

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"Please let me go!"

Drip... drip.. drip..

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"Is that you, Screwllum?"

Drip... drip.. drip... drip...

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Those words...

Such desperation..

Such sorrow..

Isn't this a dreamscape? Then why are they suffering? Why the sadness? Why the sorrows? Why the desperation? Those people he helped Trailblazer save.. why are they so..

It wasn't until the Trailblazer explained it that he finally understood...

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...Have humans always been this fragile..? Have they always been this vulnerable to everything around them? To the point that it'll only take a single flick from someone like him and the flames of their lives extinguished?

The sight of that girl being killed by that thing... are humans truly that fragile? That a simple and clean injury caused them their lives?

Drip... drip.. drip... drip... drip..

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"Aventurine!" The sight of his beloved walking like he had come out of a bar or a fight. It broke his heart with how distraught he is. His beloved.. how could this happen? Who did this? Why is his beloved like this?

[Name] glanced at Dr. Ratio, expecting an answer out of him. Only to be met by silence. His eyes narrowed in suspicion as doubt and uneasiness creeps within him. But that doesn't matter at the moment... what matters is his beloved. [Name] turned his head to face Aventurine as he looked at him with concern and loving eyes. "Aventurine, are you already? Can you stand properly? I can carry you if you like."

"It's nothing serious, [Name] just a killer headache, that's all." Aventurine says with his usual smile.

As far as [Name] recalls these things called "headaches" aren't usually this.. horrible.. has these headaches always been like this? Is immense pain what they all feel whenever these headaches happen?

"It's nothing really, I'll be fine! But if you excuse me.. I have some work to do.." Aventurine says before walking towards Aideen Park with a rather large bag. [Name] watches on as his beloved practically whimpers in pain, he can't help but feel saddened by the sight. Where is his usual energetic and happy beloved? Why did this have to happen? Who did this to him? Who dare lay a hand on the [Name] Draconia's beloved?!

Dr. Ratio seems to have noticed the other's distress as he let out a sigh before saying. "It's pitiful isn't it? But I suppose that's just how it is. One day we all will be like that too. Supposed you could say, he's preparing for that day."

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...'we all will be like that too'..? What does the doctor mean by that..?

Looking at his surroundings, [Name] could see a few elderly people walking around the Golden Hour. They look tired and worn out, with wrinkles on their faces and those white hairs...

Is that what happens to humans when they age? If he recalls, Lilia had told him something about these before. But.. never would [Name] thought he'll see it for himself. This thing actually happens. Humans age and then they...

...will Aventurine face the same too?

Will he too grow old and tired? Will he need a cane to help him walk? Will he suffer from some sort of illness or fatigue? Will he..

The thought puts a pit on [Name]'s stomach.

He's going to outlive him. [Name] would continue to live while Aventurine...

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'A once in an Amber Era performance'..

Oh how true those words are.. How true those words are..

Standing behind the curtains of the Theme Park, Aventurine ready himself for his upcoming act. But as his hands touch the soft material of it, his guests seems to have found him first before he could say anything else. The ground shakes like a light earthquake. This wasn't his doing. This wasn't a part of the performance! What's going on?

As much as it spoils his plans... Aventurine has no choice but to deal with this situation first and who wouldn't make a better teammate than his friends from the Astral Express? Carefully walking towards the center stage of the Theme Park. They certainly didn't expect the Prince of Briar Valley to be there. What is he doing in a place like this? Deserted. Where he stands alone with only his thoughts accompanying him.

Turning around to face the crowd, he smiles at the sight of them. "Well well... what a glamorous party. The Astral Express... the Emanator.. and the IPC's ambassador.. everyone is here. Fufufu...!"

His usual deep and velvety voice sounded just as soft as always, but somehow for an unknown reason, that tone sounded ominous, sinister even. A chill went down Aventurine's spine. Never had he heard just a tone [Name] before..

"Aventurine.. I've been thinking about this. What should I give to you.. No, what should I give you all? And I finally got the answer."

"Please accept this... It's a gift from the bottom of my heart."

They all look uneasy. A gift? What is it for? For what occasion? A gift for everyone? What is this gift? Gathering his courage, Mr. Yang spoke up in a calm and nervous tone. "Gift? Your Highness... what are you thinking about?"

[Name] can't help but chuckle at those words. "Listen carefully, everyone! I've bestowed a wonderful gift for you all. There's no need to part ways and shed tears again. We shouldn't celebrate "the end" today, it's the "beginning"!"

"Fufu.. yes. All of you will be born again today." Raising a hand, [Name] channels his magic as he smiles sweetly at everyone. His usual friendly smile looks more sinister with every word that came out of his mouth.

"To a world without sorrow where you don't have to lose your family, friends.. everything!"

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The fight is not easy. Far from it. Never would they think that they'll be fighting the Prince of Briar Valley. Fighting someone as skilled as him is a nightmare in itself, but they've survived for this long.. and it seems that [Name] had enough as he engulfed the surrounding area in flames.

"Back off, you fool.. why be afraid? Even though a wonderful future is waiting for you. Now give me your hand, fufufu... hahaha!" Channeling another spell, [Name] smiles warmly to welcome this new era. One without pain and suffering.

"Spinning wheel of fate, keep pulling the thread of disaster. As King of the Abyss, I shall bestow this upon you."

"Fae of Maleficence."

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Drip... drip.. drip... drip... drip.. drip..

The bustling life of Penacony... had come to an abrupt stop.. to embrace another dreamscape. One with no danger.. a safe heven..

A place where they all can live happily as all of Penacony is engulfed in thick thorn walls. Like a cage. "Don't worry... there's nothing to be afraid of. If you surrender to sleep, a thousand years will go by in an instant." The Prince stated with confidence as he calmly walked through the stage of the Theme Park in his new form. A form that he had embraced to fulfill his wish and grant everyone this wonderful gift.

"You all will become the main character of a fairytale."

The tune of the music box he received.. it's such a nice calming tune, yet so ominous..

"I know you.. I walked with you once upon a dream.. I know you.. that look in your eyes is so familiar a gleam.."

It's a tune no one couldn't possibly be mistaken. Like a lullaby. Maybe those who sent him such a thing.. has the Prince's heart in mind. As he sang a lullaby to help them have a pleasant and wonderful dream. Following the tune of his invitation to this.. place..

"And I know it's true, that visions are seldom what they seem.. but if I know you.. I know what you'll do... you'll love me at once..."

"The way you did once upon.. a... dream..."

[fiona-my-love]

I meant general relationship hcs! Can I request for hcs of what they’re like on a date when you're done with my request? Thanks!

What Stolas, Husk, Blitzo, and Alastor are like on dates

Of course! I’ll finish this first since it’s what I thought what you meant originally, so I already made some of it!!

Stolas

- Oh my! You want to go out with him? Well, then he might as well prepare an entire festival for you!!

- But in all seriousness, he’s quite over the top. But at the end of the day, he kind of prefers to stay indoors and just decorate.

- But it’s pretty 50/50, depends on his mood! He’ll either treat you to a fancy restaurant or just decorate his dining hall for you, and end the date off with you two heading to the bedroom. ifykyk

- Despite being a horny bastard, he’s quite the gentleman on dates!

- He’ll always be courteous to you, opening each door for you and paying the bill.

- He’s pretty good at giving compliments, you gotta admit. He knows just how to fluster you!

- But say anything back and he’s lovestruck, beet red, and turned on.

- He thinks you look absolutely ravishing, no matter what you wear! You’re his queen/king/royal, how could you not be stunning?

- Very good with small talk, but he can get burnt out if you don’t talk much. Just make sure to seem interested in him and you’ll have a great time!

Blitzo

- He’s.. quite creative, you have to admit!..

- His dates are rarely something as simple as getting lunch. Nono, he wants them to be memorable.

- So, what’s his idea of memorable? Hmm..

- Sneaking into a horse riding class on earth. Murder. Arson. Treason. Theft. Public indecency.

- So yeah.. have fun with that!

- But at the end of the day, one of his favorite things to do with you is just kick back, relax, order some food, and cuddle on the couch while watching shitty romcoms.

- He doesn’t really care what you guys do, honestly. You guys could literally be sky diving and he’d just be happy to be with you.

*LITERALLY FALLING FROM AN AIRPLANE THATS HUNDREDS OF FEET IN THE SKY*

“OH SHI- Hey, have I ever told you how pretty your eyes are?”

- But at the same time, he likes it when dates mean something.

- For example, murdering your ex together!

- But seriously, he loves to just spend time with you in places you went to when you were still in the crushing phase.

Alastor

- Oh boy! He’s quite the gentleman, he’ll take you anywhere you want! It’s not like anyone can turn him down!

- Loves dancing with you, he’d absolutely adore to go on a date where you two just dance to his favorite songs!

- He’s always dressed to the nines! And by that, I mean dressed to the 1900s!

- Not particularly a fan of newer fashion. But hey, he’d be more than happy to fetch you some clothing from his time period if you so wish!

- He spoils you absolutely rotten! You are his one and only, after all!

- Oh, what’s that darling? You’d like some dinner? Why, of course! He’d say, before going on a killing spree, on the search for the perfect meat. Only the finest for his beloved!

- Would absolutely melt if you cooked for him.

- He actually enjoys cooking with you! He’s pretty good at cooking, and by that I mean he’s good at cooking people.

- All in all, he’s a classy guy who likes to show his darling the finer parts of this afterlife!

Husk

- Let’s get one thing straight. He’s just not really all that romantic of a guy.

- But hey, if you want to go out, then who is he to deny you?

- He’d be more than happy to spend some of his hard-earned gambling money to treat you to a lovely dinner at the local bar.

- He’s gotta admit, he loves the way you get so happy whenever you go out together.

- And my god does he love to see you dressed up all fancy, just for him. As much as he is a grump, he’s really fell for you!

- If you go shopping together, he’ll act annoyed when he has to help carry your bags, but if you offer to carry them all by yourself he’d act like you’re asking too much of him.

- He also acts reluctant to spend money on you out of embarrassment, but he refuses to let you pay for anything.

- He may be a bit of a gentleman with you, but that doesn’t mean he’s gotta be happy about it!

- He really likes going to bars with you. Shots on him, obviously.

- To give him the benefit of the doubt, he’s really trying to be a gentleman, but don’t expect him to last more that an hour without getting blackout drunk.

[kyufessions]

customer service

synopsis: you get into a small argument with your boyfriend over facetime

pairings: idol, boyfriend! jaemin x g.n. reader

genre: angst w/ a happy ending, drabble(?)

word count: 1.1k

general taglist: @jwnghyuns @eaudenana @soobin-chois

jaemin smiles to himself as he listens to you telling him about your day at work, the corner of his lips turning downward as you tell him about a rude customer you encountered today.

“you didn’t deserve that baby, i’m sorry.” he responded, propping his phone up against the extra pillow on his hotel bed as he laid against the other.

on the screen you dismissed his apology, chuckling at it, even. “don’t apologize, it’s not your fault people can’t respect customer service workers.” he watches you smile as you take a sip of your hot chocolate, taking note of the colorful marshmallows you used that he specifically filled up in the cupboard before he left home three weeks ago. “how’s tour? are you taking care of yourself? please say yes.”

nodding, he adjusts himself on the bed so his elbow is propping up his head to properly face the phone. as he lays on his side, he hates how you’re on a screen and not directly across from him or better yet: next to him. “tour is good, i just wish you were with me to experience it with me.”

you knew where this conversation was headed. you’ve had this same exact argument many times before that ultimately led nowhere but into space, never to be heard of again until months or weeks later. “jaemin-“

he grips some of his hair in his fist, not tightly but enough to grab onto it to feel a little something. as he sighs, he sits up a little more to come across more serious. “i don’t know why you don’t just quit your job.” he starts talking with his hands as he speaks, the phone moving as he continues to speak. you put down your mug on the coaster and hug a pillow to your chest to brace yourself for the same exact talk you’ve had before. “you don’t exactly love your job, you complain about it a lot. you don’t even make a lot yet you still stay there.” he lets out a deep sigh before continuing on, both of his hands taking a quick break to run through his locks and landing on top of his pillow. “i make enough for the both of us to live comfortably. lavishly even, if we wanted. you wouldn’t have to work, just stay home and do whatever you want. i don’t get-“

“because jaemin, how would that look if i just stayed home all day not contributing to the household at all while you do all the work and bring in all the money?” he stares at you blankly through the screen, waiting for you to continue. “lazy, jaemin. it would make me look lazy. and spoiled. and look like a good-for-nothing partner that doesn’t do anything but clean around the house, cook, look pretty and use their hard earned boyfriend's money. i’m not going to be that person.”

“but that’s not how you’d look!” he protests, rolling his eyes before continuing to speak. “i want you to live comfortably doing whatever you want to do-“

“then let me work, jaemin! i’m tired of having to work a stupid retail job, yes. but i also enjoy this stupid retail job, it’s annoying but it’s the same type of annoying that your job is.” you begin slouching deeper into the couch with a huff, your bottom lip pursing out slightly. “plus my job has good benefits. i don’t mind working. if you want me to cut back on my hours, fine. just say that, use your words; we’re both adults. but stop pestering me to leave my job.”

“i just want to take care of you without worry, that’s all. i don’t want you to have to worry about a roof over your head, about your next meal or clothes or-“

“as much as i appreciate that jaemin, and i really do, trust me, i feel a sense of accomplishment when i have a job. if i did not have a job, i would feel lost and out of control. and spending your money would make me feel bad because it’s your hard earned money, not mine. besides, my compact has great insurance and my coworkers are wonderful to work with- it’s a fun environment. just- please stop asking me about it, okay? i’m sick and tired of the same old discussion.”

jaemin nods, taking everything you say with consideration. you’ve told him every time how much you enjoy your job despite the complaints, but he never believed you- or maybe just refused to believe you. jaemin was a firm believer in doing things that made you happy, and if you weren’t happy then find something that did. so that’s all he was trying to do- but he sees now that he was wrong about that. he didn’t take into consideration the amount of time you’d have to spend alone while he was at practice, out at schedules, or even touring if you didn’t have a job. if all you did was stay home, at first he thought you would love the idea until he realized that that isn’t the type of person you are. you’ve been working since you were a teenager and have loved it ever since. so who was he to think your stop now?

he lays his head on the pillow, his eyes never leaving yours from the phone screen. “i’m sorry, baby. i just want the best for you, and only you know what’s best for you. so i’m sorry my baby.” you start to reassure him how it’s fine until he says it’s not. “you’re a hard worker and i love you for that, okay? i love that so much, and so much more. im sorry. i’ll make it up to you when we get back.”

you just laugh at how soft he’s become, picking back up your mug and holding it in your hands for warmth as it gets colder during the ungodly hour. “thank you for apologizing jaem, i appreciate it.” you pause for a brief moment, smiling at him. you admire the look on his face. the way his eyes are looking at you through the screen, the corner of his lips, and the way his skin is glowing so effortlessly. and all he’s doing is just laying there, freshly woken up and ready to take on the day in another random city. “i love you.”

the words bring butterflies to his stomach, the joy hard to hide as he refuses to disguise itself behind a tired facade. “i love you more, my royalty.”

“you’re a liar.” ensues an argument that goes on for another fifteen minutes before jaemin has to leave for schedules. but not before allowing you to win the ‘i love you’ game you two always play.

[lqveharrington]

Alley Rose | C.S.

summary: You and Coriolanus met unexpectedly and you learn more about Coriolanus than his supposed friends do.

pairing: young!coriolanus snow x fem!reader

includes: fluff, some angst, reader’s last name is Fontaine, reader and coriolanus smoke, cursing

a/n: I FIGURED IT ALL OUT 🙏

It was truly all unexpected. The morning after had your mind reeling at the sudden actions that led you to have nervous butterflies. And it all started with a run to the stupid corner pharmacy.

You were given the chance to spend your hard earned money for yourself for once. As always, you chose to spend what little money you had left over from paying the bills for your little brother. With no hesitation, you made quick strides for the pharmacy to buy him his favorite chocolate bar and a small toy to thank him for his patience with you and your parents.

What you didn’t know was that your unwavering kindness would change your life. Whether that change was good or bad, you were still deciding.

It was already past 10PM when you finished your shift at Steakhouse Diner. You were so exhausted, but you pushed yourself to make quick strides over to the corner pharmacy. You kept a vigilant eye out for those in the Capitol who would stoop so low to get anything of value. You were thankful it never happened to you, but you heard that it happened to your mother and father not that long ago.

The scuffing of your old Mary Jane’s on the broken concrete echoed through the darkened streets of the Capitol, leaving the impression of an eerie fairy tale. Along with the smell of old cigarettes and sludge filled the air, it felt unpleasant to breathe in. Your arms were covered in goosebumps as the night air blew on your skin, causing you to shiver and pull your worn down cardigan tighter.

This happened once every month, but tonight felt different. It was like you knew something was going to happen. You kept yourself on alert as you entered the corner store, the orange lamp outside flickering as always.

When you entered, the familiar smell of daffodils caused you to relax as you strolled through the shortened aisles for the hazelnut chocolate and small dinosaur toy your brother loved dearly.

“It’s been too long since I’ve last seen you, Miss Fontaine.” The cashier smiled fondly at you, making you beam a smile back. It wasn’t unusual for you to be close with the people you see a lot.

“Only the same amount of time every month.” You flicker through the chocolate bars, your fingers carefully pulling out the one in the back. “How have you been, Monty?”

He massaged his calloused hands as you wandered over to the flowers. “Getting older everyday.”

You felt the soft petals of each white daffodil, leaning forward to smell the sweet scent emitting from its bud. “What did I say about talking about getting older? You’re getting wiser.”

“My mistake, Miss.” He chuckled as you come back over to pay for the two items. “Nothing for you? Not even the daffodils you keep wandering back to every month?”

“You know my family no longer has the money for silly things to take care of such as flowers.” You murmur, eyes glancing at the register to catch the total. “Monty, did you jack up your prices?”

He sighed as the cash register popped open, revealing its ones to twenties. “The Capitol demands it, Miss Fontaine. If I want to keep my business afloat, I have to keep up with the inflation the government controls.”

You nod softly but find yourself in slight distress. If the prices began to rise, you couldn’t buy both items for your brother every month any longer. In the future, he would only get one; And you never wish to rid him of such joys.

Monty put your items in a small paper bag and gave you your change, which was significantly less than before the jacked up prices. You murmured your thanks before leaving the corner pharmacy you’ve come to love.

Leaning against the rusted metal of the lamp on the corner of the street, you lit a cigarette, letting the burn fill your lungs. You ever so rarely smoked, but you let yourself take this chance to decompress.

You shut your eyes for a split second, breathing out the pain. The smell of the cigarette infiltrated your senses, causing you to scrunch your nose. Oh how you wished you could turn back time to where your parents were still wealthy enough to provide for their children and not waste all of it on the District that got destroyed in the war.

“Do you mind if I join you?” A voice spoke up from beside you, making you cough from the unexpected visitor. You quickly waved the smoke away from your face and turned to stomp on your cigarette—

“Don’t stop on my account, I’m not going to say anything.” The deep voice spoke again, pulling out his own lighter and cigarette.

You glanced over at the man who owned the deep baritone. You cleared your throat and gave him a sheepish smile before taking another drag. “Sorry.”

The flicker of his lighter and the orange lamp above the both of you kept the silence bearable until you spoke up, looking the gentleman up and down with slight curiosity. You couldn’t help but guess he was from some kind of wealth with his pressed suit and shined Oxfords.

“What brings you to this part of the Capitol? You look like you belong right next to President Ravinstill himself.” You tilt your head toward him, watching him flick his own cigarette to rid of the burned ends.

He blows out the smoke into the dark sky before meeting your eyes — his dark blue eyes contrasting the orange butt of the cigarette. “And a pretty girl like you looks like she shouldn’t be smoking to fill her lungs, but I’m not questioning it, am I?”

You shook your head as a small smile took over your face, looking down at your scuffed Mary Jane’s. “No, you are not.”

Silence took over once more, the only sound and smell you could pick up on were the drags you were taking from your cigarette. The night air soon began to pierce your skin and the cigarette was burning far too close to your fingers, causing you to sigh and face the stranger once more.

“It seems like I have to go, Mr.—?”

“Snow. Coriolanus Snow.” The blonde stepped on your cigarette for you, putting his hand out. You gladly accepted his handshake, feeling the surprisingly calloused fingers feathering over your soft ones. “And you are—?”

“Sorry, Y/N Fontaine.” You waved your hand apologetically. “Are you related to Crassus Snow by any chance?”

Coriolanus hummed at the mention, a small smile gracing his lips. “My father.”

You nodded as he took one last long drag before diminishing his own cigarette, the orange fading to black. “Well, it was nice meeting you, Coriolanus. But I believe this is our farewell.”

“At least let me walk you home. It’s already dark.” Coriolanus stuck his hands in his suit pants, his leather messenger bag swinging around his shoulder.

“I’ve been doing this for a while, Mr. Snow. I think I can handle myself.” You dust your hands off and begin your walk back home, your own tote bag clutched between your arm and body. “But thank you for the offer.”

Coriolanus rolled his eyes and stepped in sync with you. “I’m going this way anyway, let me walk you home.”

You send him an exasperated look but the smallest smile adorning your face gave a different impression. His arm swung in match with yours, his hand brushing with yours every once in a while. For a good second it was silent… Until Coriolanus decided to continue your previous conversation.

“Why did you ask about my father?”

“Uhm, I don’t really know… My father used to be friends with him, I guess.” You shrug, watching the leaves fall from the trees planted in small groups. “Something about District 13. We lost most of our possessions after the war because of that stupid District.”

Coriolanus nudged your shoulder with his. “My father put his life into that District, we’re only surviving in the Capitol off of my cousin’s work.”

You nod, listening to the clacking of your shoes and his on the cracked sidewalk. It’s funny how you two ran into each other. “Small world.”

“Indeed.” He murmured, watching your side profile a little longer. He blinked and returned back to his normal facade. “Why haven’t I seen you in the Academy before?”

You pursed your lips, keeping your eyes trained on the uneven ground. “My father pulled me out of the Capitol’s best schooling after the war ended. We didn’t have enough money to support my travels there and back.”

Coriolanus hummed in thought. “You know schooling is free?”

“I do,” You look up at him, noting the small crease in his eyebrows as he stared. “But we live so far away that walking would make more trouble for us during the winter season.”

The crickets from the trees chirped as you two continued to walk down the broken path — although you hopped on top of a cobblestone wall and stuck your arms out to balance. For some reason, you felt at ease with Coriolanus. For what reason, you didn’t know.

“Besides, my mother homeschools my brother and I.”

“You have a brother?” Coriolanus takes your hand as you carefully jump down the half wall, steadying you.

You dust off your skirt and walk beside him once more. “A younger brother. He’s only six. He grew up without the war, but without the money, his luxury was limited.”

“I suppose that’s why you’re out here a night?” He raised a brow toward you, making you nod.

“I try saving up money from my part time jobs to buy him his favorite chocolate and a small toy.” You jiggle the brown paper bag in your left hand, the small objects clanging together sent rings to your ears. “It seems to brighten his day whenever he wakes up to a small present on his bedside.”

He smiled at your small confession, “You’re a good sister, you know that?”

“Well, I try.” You smile back at him, glancing at his two dimples imprinted in his cheeks. “I’ve been going on… What about you? Tell me about your life.”

Coriolanus shakes his head, running his slender fingers through his blonde locks. “I’m not sure where to start with everything.” He fiddles with the inside of his pocket, slightly frowning when he finds a small hole in the pants. “Much like your father, my father spent all his money on District 13, hoping that it would thrive.”

A frown makes its way to your face, yet you remain silent and listen to him.

“Then — of course — the rebellion began. My father got enlisted but my mother, she…” Coriolanus cleared his throat, blinking furiously to get the tears out of his eyes. “She died during childbirth, then a few days later my little sister died.” He sucked in a breath to finish what many of the other Capitol children would call a sob story. “Then my father died to a rebel trapping in District 12.”

“Coriolanus, I—I’m so sorry.” You stop walking any further, clutching his arm softly in a reassuring gesture. “You didn’t have to tell me those things. I didn’t mean to pry—“

He brought a hand up to yours, squeezing it. “I wanted to. It’s a far trade.”

You thought he was done speaking his mind. But just as you began walking by his side again, he continued his life story once more.

“Then we had to resort to selling most of our things just to get by after the rebellion. Tigris didn’t attend University so she could work to provide for me and Grandma’am .” His voice was quiet and somewhat vulnerable, which was much different to how you met him. “I come down this street to grab groceries and run errands because it’s the cheapest here.”

You knew that was completely true. You’ve been coming down this town for a while, but with the inflation in the Capitol, it won’t stay cheap for much longer.

“Surely your Capitol friends would have helped you, Coriolanus.” You murmur, looking at his expensive clothing. “You look like you’re doing well for yourselves.”

He scoffed out a laugh, picking at his black suit jacket. “I borrowed this from Sejanus Plinth. He’s the only one who knows about my situation.”

You completely stopped walking now, making it to the front of your family’s apartment building. However, you leaned against the half brick wall behind you to listen to him, the orange glow of a lamp overhead the both of you highlighting your irises.

“If I’m being completely honest and bare,” Coriolanus ran his fingers through his blonde locks again. “We should have fallen off the map like your family did. We should have built up from the ground — Completely restart our lives.”

The atmosphere changed. He seemed more frustrated with his situation rather than accepting it. It felt like he was stuck in the stage of denial and grief. You eyed him up and down after seconds of silence before breaking through the tension.

“Do you have healthy grades in the Academy?” You ask quietly, stepping on the autumn leaves surrounding your feet. The crunching made you smile softly before looking up at Coriolanus.

“I do.”

“Do you maintain your attendance?” You ask another question, making Coriolanus crease his brows in confusion.

“Yes, but—“

You shush him. “Then you made the right decision. Well, as far as we know.” He opens his mouth to say something else but you stop him again. “You’re getting the best education there is in the Capitol. You should be focusing on the future. You could be the next game maker, or even President. Coriolanus, you can’t let yourself dwell in the past and what decisions you should have made or not.”

Coriolanus is speechless by the end of your small speech. He said the only word he could think of. “Wow.”

Rolling your eyes, you give him a small smile. “I can’t tell if you really hated that or not.”

“It was… Definitely something.” Coriolanus murmured. “But I have to admit, it was quite motivating.”

“Thanks.” You scrunch your nose when a car honks at the both of you. It suddenly clicked how late it was at night. You glanced down at your watch to confirm the late time. “It seems like I actually have to go now, Coriolanus. Thank you for walking me home and letting me speak my piece.”

He nodded, sticking his hand out and clasping it around yours for the last time that evening. “Of course…” He met your eyes. “Are you busy tomorrow?”

“Uh,” You furrow your brows in thought. You stood awkwardly with your hand still carefully tucked in his. “I don’t think so, maybe cleaning around the house and tending to house hold chores.” You pause. “Why?”

“Great. I’ll pick you up here at Twelve.” Coriolanus kissed your hand with a curt smirk. “I’ll see you tomorrow.”

You blink as he walks away, mouth dropping in complete shock. “You can’t just do that!”

He turned around and put his arms out. “I just did!”

You shake your head, a smile adorning your face. Maybe it wasn’t a bad thing to be kind to others… Especially when the person was as gorgeous as the one you met.

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[waataah]

this fic is a bit intense so readers be warned, if you are okay with the cw below enjoy!

✧ toji fushiguro x fem!reader ✧

｡･ﾟﾟ･ (nsfw, fem!reader, 18+ only, mdni, 3rd pov) ･ﾟﾟ･｡

content/cw: nsfw, oral, major degradation, name calling, prostitution, size difference, (some) plot, gagging, choking, overstimulation, vulgar language, edging, and unprotected sex.

summary: toji was never one to spend money, but when he needed to let out his sexual frustration he didn't mind spending a few bucks on his favorite prostitute.

word count: ~about 1200

(writers note: usually brothels are for sex trafficking, but in this case, the girls will be there willingly not forcefully). 

・❥・Worth a few bucks

[y/n] had worked in a brothel for a few months, money was short and rent was due, so she had no other option. The money earned was quickly used for bills and living there was never extra to be spent on herself –especially with customers like Fushiguro Toji. He was stingy with his money, he paid the minimum no tip or gratitude whatsoever. He used [y/n] like the whore she was. 

The tall, muscular man of the hour had walked in, [y/n] tensed at his presence. Though she couldn’t complain about the pleasure she just wished he paid a bit more. Toji scanned the brothel and locked eyes with [y/n] a smirk plastered onto his smug face.

“Well, well, well I’ll take the usual slut” he said to the owner of the brothel not avoiding his gaze from [y/n] in the slightest.

The owner signaled over [y/n] with his hand and gestured over to Toji. [y/n] felt a chill run down her spine, after a night with Toji she would for sure be out a few days, he worked her tired. 

“Hello, sir welcome back… let’s go to the room…” she said while gesturing over to the hallway.

“Lead the way” he smirked, his eyes trailing down her body eyeing her up like a starved man who had seen his first piece of meat in days.

[y/n] felt shivers run down her spine as she guided him through the halls, moans and yelling could be heard throughout the hall, once within their assigned room with the door closed the noises were silenced. 

“What would you like–” [y/n] was cut off by the swift movement of Toji throwing her against the disarrayed bed with his thick hand suffocating her throat.

“I don’t recall asking you to talk you whore, last time I thought we went over this” he had already begun to pull off his pants and boxers while he released her neck from his grasp.

He was hard, the thick bulge causing his erection to pop out of his boxers once pulled down. 

“Go on… suck it” he said with a slight growl in his tone, he was obviously pissed off about something or maybe just a bad day and had come to take out his frustrations. 

[y/n] slowly lifted herself from the bed and crawled over to the bigger man, he was much larger than her, he was much larger than half the people that came in this place. She gently took his length in her hands, placing the tip on her mouth and giving it a few licks before taking it into her mouth. 

Toji let out a low guttural groan before tilting her head up to look him in the eyes, “That’s it, be useful for once”.

He tilted his head back and placed his hand behind [y/n]s head after a moment and shoved his cock deep into her throat without warning. This caused [y/n] to gag on his large member, it filled her throat causing her to choke for a moment before he pulled back slamming into her head more rapidly. Groans erupted from the male as he felt his cock hit the back of her throat rapidly as he clenched onto her hair. He continued to thrust without remorse fucking her face till he felt himself pour over into the back of her throat. [y/n] swallowed his cum as it poured down her throat, she felt its warmth invade her throat. Toji pulled himself out of her mouth and let out a long sigh of content.

“Get down on your fours” he said as he pumped his cock a few times.

One thing about Toji was that he could go at it for hours, thankfully there was a time limit on how long customers could take. [y/n] had just barely had the time to catch her breath, she was still trying to fill her lungs with the air he had prevented her from having. After a moment she complied flipping herself over and showing her behind to her customer as she pulled down her shorts and panties tossing them to the side of the bed. Toji pumped himself a few more times before placing himself at [y/n] 's entrance pushing himself inside her without warning. [y/n] let out a yelp, no matter how many times they had done this, she could never get used to how huge he was. He relentlessly started thrusting into her grabbing onto her hips roughly without concern.

“Fuck… your hole must be dirty from all the dick you get, but I bet you no one fucks it as good as me” he said as he pushed [y/n]’s face into the mattress with a fist full of her hair in his grasp.

[y/n] let out obnoxiously loud moans into the mattress as she panted for air, she hated to admit it but she loved how rough he was. It was untamed and wild.

“Y-yes Toji~” she moaned into the mattress gripping the sheets till her knuckles turned white.

Her body was trembling, from pain, pleasure, and everything in between. 

“That's it~ Scream my name whore it’s the only thing you need to know~” he said as he leaned over the top of her body pressing his weight against her.

[y/n] moaned loudly as we continued to thrust roughly into her cunt, “Toji! Toji! Toji!” she moaned repeatedly.

Toji’s wild smile widened at the melody of his name coming from her mouth. He brought his fingers to her throbbing clit sloppily circling it with his fingers. [y/n] felt herself tighten feeling her climax come closer within the passing seconds.

“Don’t cum till I tell you too…” he said near her ear.

He continued rutting into her cunt without remorse and quickly moving his fingers against her bud. Toji felt her tightness and grunted against her back as he continued to thrust into her. [y/n] could barely keep herself from cumming, the pressure of his fingers and his cock hitting every spot inside her that she loved. Toji could feel deep in his gutt his climax approaching.

“Fuck….” with a few more thrusts he knew he would come undone.

He quickened his finger movements and hips as he was closer and closer to his edge.

“Now” he demanded.

Just as he spoke [y/n] moaned out it pure bliss, her body shaking and her legs practically would have collapsed if Toji hadn’t held her hips up with his arm. Toji felt her tighten as she came around him causing him to release his cum with one last thrust into her body. He let out one loud groan as he spilled into her with one final thrust emptying himself into her. [y/n] panted as she felt him pull out with the cum dripping out of her empty hole.

Toji lifted his boxers and pants back up and looked down at [y/n] 's panting limp body on the mattress. He dug into his deep pockets and threw a few bucks beside her.

“That hole of yours is worth a few bucks” he smirked as he left the room sure to return another day.

[theomnilegent]

2024 Upcoming Sapphic Fiction I’m Excited For! 🏳️‍🌈

Here are the top nine sapphic books I'm looking forward to for 2024! This year I'm excited to see how much more diversity there is amongst sapphic fiction - racial diversity, physical diversity, gender and sexuality diversity! Every year we get more and more books featuring a wider range of characters, and it makes me delighted every time.

2024 seems to be the year of the butch and otherwise gender non-conforming sapphic characters! There is even, much to my joy, a book about drag kings! I've been wanting a book about drag kings since I first started reading sapphic fiction, so I'm so pleased that one finally exists!

Below you'll find Goodreads links and summaries to each book. As always, this list is only a starting point - if you want to find more sapphic fiction, there's plenty to find on Goodreads and StoryGraph!

Furious by Jamie Pacton

After years racing go-karts and looking up to her mother, a celebrity Nascar racer, Jojo Emerson-Boyd should be starting her own racing career. But when she loses her mom in a tragic crash, Jojo’s future comes to a screeching halt. Now her dad won’t let her get a license, much less race. Instead, she’s stuck working at her grandmother’s mechanic shop in the sleepy small town of Dell’s Hollow.

But Jojo’s heart quickens when Motorcycle Girl Eliana “El” Blum shows up at the shop. El grew up on the motocross circuit sidelines, watching her sister and idol Maxine compete. When El mysteriously loses all contact with Max, she’s determined to find her, with her first clue leading straight to the mechanic shop, and to Jojo.

United by fate, the two quickly bond over Mario Kart showdowns and the Fast & Furious films. As their friendship shifts into something more, they’ll have to confront both their growing romance and the grief woven into their complicated families if they hope to chase down their dreams and make it across the finish line.

How You Get the Girl by Anita Kelly When smart-mouthed Vanessa Lerner joins the high school basketball team Julie Parker coaches, Julie’s ready for the challenge. What she’s not ready for is Vanessa’s new foster parent, Elle Cochrane—former University of Tennessee basketball star. While star-struck at first, soon Julie persuades Elle to step into the unfilled position of assistant coach for the year.  Even though Elle has stayed out of the basketball world since an injury ended her short-lived WNBA career, the gig might be a way to become closer to Vanessa—and to spend more time with Julie, who makes Elle laugh. As the coaches grow closer, Elle has a hard time understanding how Julie is single. When Julie reveals her lifelong insecurity about dating and how she wishes it was more like sports—being able to practice first—it sparks an intriguing idea. While Elle still doubts her abilities as a basketball coach, helping Julie figure out dating is definitely something she can do. But as the basketball season progresses, and lines grow increasingly blurred, Julie and Elle must decide to join the game—or retreat to the sidelines.

Late Bloomer by Mazey Eddings

Winning the lottery has ruined Opal Devlin’s life. After quitting her dead-end job where she’d earned minimum wage and even less respect, she’s bombarded by people knocking at her door for a handout the second they found out her bank account was overflowing with cash. And Opal can’t seem to stop saying yes.

With her tender heart thoroughly abused, Opal decides to protect herself by any means necessary, which to her translates to putting almost all her new money to buying a failing flower farm in Asheville, North Carolina to let the flowers live out their plant destiny while she uses the cabin on the property to start her painting business.

But her plans for isolation and self-preservation go hopelessly awry when an angry (albeit gorgeous) Pepper Smith is waiting for her at her new farm. Pepper states she’s the rightful owner of Thistle and Bloom Farms, and isn’t moving out. The unlikely pair strike up an agreement of co-habitation, and butt-heads at every turn. Can these opposites both live out their dreams and plant roots? Or will their combustible arguing (and growing attraction) burn the whole place down?

A Banh Mi for Two by Trinity Nguyen

In Sài Gòn, Lan is always trying to be the perfect daughter, dependable and willing to care for her widowed mother and their bánh mì stall. Her secret passion, however, is A Bánh Mì for Two, the food blog she started with her father, but has stopped updating since his passing.

Meanwhile, Vietnamese American Vivi Huynh, has never been to Việt Nam. Her parents rarely even talk about the homeland that clearly haunts them. So Vivi secretly goes to Vietnam for a study abroad program her freshman year of college. She’s determined to figure out why her parents left, and to try everything she’s seen on her favorite food blog, A Bánh Mì for Two.

When Vivi and Lan meet in Sài Gòn, they strike a deal. Lan will show Vivi around the city, helping her piece together her mother’s story through crumbling photographs and old memories. Vivi will help Lan start writing again so she can enter a food blogging contest. And slowly, as they explore the city and their pasts, Vivi and Lan fall in love.

The No-Girlfriend Rule by Christen Randall

Hollis Beckwith isn’t trying to get a girl—she’s just trying to get by. For a fat, broke girl with anxiety, the start of senior year brings enough to worry about. And besides, she already has a Chris. Their relationship isn’t particularly exciting, but it’s comfortable and familiar, and Hollis wants it to survive beyond senior year. To prove she’s a girlfriend worth keeping, Hollis decides to learn Chris’s favorite tabletop roleplaying game, Secrets & Sorcery—but his unfortunate “No Girlfriends at the Table” rule means she’ll need to find her own group if she wants in.

Gloria Castañeda and her all-girls game of S&S! Crowded at the table in Gloria’s cozy Ohio apartment, the six girls battle twisted magic in-game and become fast friends outside it. With her character as armor, Hollis starts to believe that maybe she can be more than just fat, anxious, and a little lost.

But then an in-game crush develops between Hollis’s character and the bard played by charismatic Aini Amin-Shaw, whose wide, cocky grin makes Hollis’s stomach flutter. As their gentle flirting sparks into something deeper, Hollis is no longer sure what she wants…or if she’s content to just play pretend.

We Got the Beat by Jenna Miller

Jordan Elliot is a fat, nerdy lesbian, and the first junior to be named editor-in-chief of the school newspaper. Okay, that last part hasn’t happened yet, but it will. It’s positive thinking that has gotten Jordan this far. Ever since Mackenzie West, her friend-turned-enemy, humiliated her at the start of freshman year, Jordan has thrown herself into journalism and kept her eyes trained on the future.

So it’s a total blow when Jordan discovers that she not only didn’t get the editor-in-chief spot, but she’s been assigned the volleyball beat instead. And who is the star and new captain of the volleyball team? Mackenzie West. But words are Jordan’s weapon, and she has some ideas about how to exact a long-awaited revenge on her nemesis.

Then things get murky when forced time together has Mack and Jordan falling back into their friendship, and into something more. And when Mack confesses the real reason she turned on Jordan freshman year, it has Jordan questioning everything—past, present, and future. If Jordan lets her guard down and Mack in, will she get everything she wants, or will she be humiliated all over again?

Playing for Keeps by Jennifer Dugan

June is the star pitcher of her elite club baseball team—with an ego to match—and she's a shoo-in to be recruited at the college level, like her parents have always envisioned. That is, if she can play through an overuse injury that has recently gone from bad to worse.

Ivy isn't just reffing to pay off her athletic fees or make some extra cash on the side. She wants to someday officiate at the professional level, even if her parents would rather she go to college instead.

The first time they cross paths, Ivy throws June out of a game for grandstanding. Still, they quickly grow from enemies to begrudging friends . . . and then something more. But the rules state that players and umpires are prohibited from dating.

As June's shoulder worsens, and a rival discovers the girls' secret and threatens to expose them, everything the two have worked so hard for is at risk. Now both must follow their dreams . . . or follow their hearts?

The Summer Love Strategy by Ray Stoeve

Hayley always has a crush. The problem is, her crushes never like her back. After her latest unrequited love—a girl from her basketball team—gets a boyfriend, she decides she’s done falling for girls who are unavailable. Her best friend, Talia, wants romance too, but rarely gets crushes on anyone, and she’s tired of watching Hayley get her heart stomped on over and over. So the two girls make a they’ll help each other find summer love by putting themselves in situations that always lead to romance in movies.

To help carry out their summer love strategy, they make a list of all the places they could find their real-life the beach, the Pride parade, the pool, a MUNA concert, and a party. But as they go to each place and try to find the one , it seems like they just can’t catch a break—they don’t know how to talk to cute strangers, someone mistakes Hayley as straight, and Hayley does a truly unfortunate DIY haircut (that she cannot be held responsible for––it was a crisis!). But when Talia and Hayley finally manage to score dates, will they be able to get out of their own way and really dive into the romances they deserve? Or is summer love not as far off as Hayley thought?

Don't Be a Drag by Skye Quinlan

When eighteen-year-old Briar Vincent's mental health takes a turn for the worst, her parents send her to spend the summer in New York City with her older brother, Beau, also known as the drag queen Bow Regard.

Backstage at the gay bar where Beau performs, Briar just wants to be a fly on the wall, but she can't stand by when the cute but conceited drag king Spencer Read tries to put down another up-and-coming performer. To prove to him that even a brand-new performer could knock him off his pedestal, Briar signs up for the annual drag king competition.

There's just one flaw in her plan: Briar has never done drag before.

With the help of her brother and a few new friends, Briar becomes Edgar Allan Foe, a drag king hellbent on taking Spencer down. But unless she can learn how to shake her anxiety and perform, she doesn't stand a chance of winning Drag King of the Year, overcoming her depression and inner demons, or avoiding falling for her enemy, who might not be so bad after all.

[klausysworld]

Not sure if you have written anything like this, but could you do something where Klaus is into reader and she doesn’t give him the time of day, he try’s to win her over by giving readers expensive gifts but she’s not impressed. Klaus overhears reader and a friend talking and she saids how she’s a simple woman, good food, good beer, good music is all she needs.

A narcissistic white man with anger issues?

(third person)

Klaus had been trying his very best to impress this girl. He had gone to all sorts of lengths. Thousands spent of jewellery: necklaces, bracelets, rings, earnings, anklets, hair accessories, anything. He bought clothes of the finest material: dresses, jumpers, jeans, skirts, tops, sweats, anything he could find. He would ask for her to go out with him: “we could go to dinner? I know this lovely restaurant up town” but she would deny his advances. “come ok now love, my family are throwing a gala, i’ll provide everything for you to wear, just show up” but once again she did not. “an art exhibit?” no. “wine tasting?” nope. “i could take you to Paris?” nah. “Italy is nice this time of year” i’m alright.

Let’s say he was getting frustrated. He could hand her the keys to house made of solid gold and she wouldn’t care.

He became a little obsessive, new things at her door everyday, he’d stand by watching for her reaction, the shrug she gave as you looked over his gift before rolling her eyes and inevitably dropping it back off at his house with a note saying “stop trying so hard” which to him meant that he wasn’t trying hard enough.

The one thing she did keep were the sweatpants and a jumper. He found it odd, she also kept some of the chocolates but not all of them, it was like the more money he spent the less she wanted him, and he was getting upset.

People loved money, he’d watched wars start over it and people die because of it, what was her deal?

So he followed her a little bit, for research purposes of course. And he managed to hear a very useful conversation

———————————————————————

(first person)

I was out with my friends down in the streets of New Orleans, we were making our way through the stalls while drinking our pints. There was some sort of festival going on so it was pretty crowded, we decided to go for it and dress up like hippies and raid the different free samples they were giving out at the stalls.

A few hours in we were sat in camping chairs in the middle of the street listening to the bands play their music, just past tipsy and passing round a blunt between the four of us

“this was fun, we haven’t gone out in a while” my best friend, just the one i was naturally closest to said quietly while looking at me, i nodded with a smile

“yep it’s been some time” i laughed leaning back in my chair

“surprised you still enjoy these simple outings, your pretty boyfriend still buying you a million jewels?“ we both giggled at that and i sipped my drink

“oh yea, he has not stopped, i get something everyday and everyday i bring it back”

“damn i wish someone would spend that kinda shit on me” she laughed

“he’s sweet but he’s also a little bit of a narcissist” i told her and she rolled her eyes

“what so he’s in love with himself? who cares he’s got cash”

“oh my gosh you’re right i should just marry him right now” i gasped dramatically

“yea yea i know you don’t want a super fancy life with a mansion and pool”

“i wouldn’t mind a pool”

“you’re funny” she mumbled sarcastic and i mimicked her

“leave me be” i muttered slapping her hand away when she went to take my drink from my hand

“i just don’t get it, the guy won’t take a hint?” she asked

“a hint? i’ve straight up told him to shove it” i laughed

“is he stupid?” she asked while giggling loudly, okay so maybe we drank a little more than i thought

“he’s a privileged white man with anger issues” we were absolutely pissing ourselves over nothing

“okay okay, so would you like ever go out with him?” she asked once calmed down

“i dunno, he’s alright”

“he’s hot” she responded

“he is, he’s also kinda funny sometimes”

“he had a good accent” she muttered nodding her head making me nod too

“he seems to genuinely like me” i pointed out

“that’s true, he’s quite nice actually, he hasn’t done or said anything offensive that i know of”

“no i don’t think so” i muttered while trying to think

“has he ever commented on money situations?” she asked

“mmm no… i don’t think so? he knows he has money, very self aware of that but i know that they give money to charity through their galas and stuff, last time they literally raised like millions and gave it to kids with diseases, like he’s good, you know?”

“mm i say try it, like he’s gotta good heart, right intentions and i’m sure if you go out with him once and then tell him you don’t want to he should quit”

“i don’t want to have to sit in a restaurant filled with snobs that turn their noses up because the flavour is just a tiny bit off, i think you need an extra sprinkle of seasoning no? Like no, literally just put some salt on it”

“i like salt” she murmured

“me too” i nodded

———————————————————————

(third person)

klaus was stood blankly listening to her conversation, he was a narcissistic white man with anger issues, a hot accent and he was funny…sometimes.

He thought it over a little before returning home, his siblings all eyed him suspiciously as he walked with purpose and a determined expression

“oh dear we’re all going to die” Kol muttered while hugging his knees, Rebekah slapped him up the side of the head

“shut up, you’ll give him ideas” she whispered

“both of you remain quiet, he hasn’t headed for the daggers…he’s in his art room” Elijah stated as he listened closely

“so he’s feeling artistic stop worrying” Freya mumbled with a wave of her hand in dismissal

“this is about the girl” Elijah smiled slightly to himself

“the one that told him to piss off?” Kol asked and Rebekah hit him again

“shut-up he can literally hear you” she growled

“oh come on he’s been chasing her for bloody months, i know he likes a chase but it’s getting pathetic” Kol whispered harshly back at her

“he loves her” Freya spoke into his book

“he might just” Elijah murmured

———————————————————————

(first person)

i woke up early afternoon, i made my way downstairs still wrapped in my duvet and opened my front door and yet for the first time in ages there was no present, i frowned slightly, not because i wanted another priceless gift but because it was odd that he hadn’t left me something, was something wrong? was he hurt? Quickly i pulled my phone out and rang his number

“love? is everything okay?” oh thank fuck he was alive

“yes, sorry i’m fine…are you okay?” i asked while closing the door and rubbing my temples

“i’m quite alright, i was actually going to ask if i could see you today… or another day if you’re busy”

“sure come on down, its already like 2pm so i have no plans” i could hear tapping on the other side, probably his fingers on his desk, he does it sometimes when he’s nervous.

“okay…i’ll get there in half an hour?”

“see you then”

Klaus arrived exactly 30 minutes later with a singular red rose and a nervous look in his eye

“please don’t give it back” he whispered and i smiled taking it from his hand

“i’ll keep it” i promised and he smiled back at me

“would you like to come inside?” i asked opening the door wide enough

That afternoon/into evening we spoke about various topics, our families, our pasts, our hopes for the future, ideas, dreams, aspirations. He showed me his art and i asked why i never received this as a present instead, he said he though that id judge him and i told him that he was being silly.

We planned to go out for coffee/tea instead of a top class Italian restaurant, and from there we spent much more time together.

[fetusgooseandjuice]

i saw this promt:

"Please. Stay with me."

A turned to spit out a snide remark, but they bit their

tongue when they saw B's eyes glistening with tears.

... Please," B repeated softly. "I'm scared!"”

could you please write where the reader is scared and says that to shuri? maybe in an enemies to lover situation but that line is like the switch for them? it doesn’t have to be enemies to lovers if you dont want or if you have another ideas!! i love your writings so much and cannot imagine a better writer for it

Please, Stay With Me

Pairings: Knight!Shuri Udaku x Princess!Reader

Summary: When the kingdom gates are breached and your parents enemies have returned in attempt to kidnap you once again, your father assigns Shuri with the task of making sure you get to the safe house unharmed. Is this when your true feelings for each other are finally revealed?

Word Count: 2,176

Warnings: Mentions of violence

Alternate Universe: Your parents are King and Queen of Wakanda. You are a princess while Shuri is your assigned knight. The MCU plot doesn't exist.

A/N: Not my best writing, and I’m not sure if I like how this one turned out because I’ve never written enemies to lovers before, but I tried. Let me know what you think, and constructive criticism would be greatly appreciated!

Second Person POV:

"Udaku, please escort princess Y/N to her room. Make sure she doesn't attempt to pull anymore stunts." your father ordered Shuri.

"Yes, sir." she said with a single nod of her head.

Earlier you had once again left the kingdoms boundaries against your fathers orders to spend time in your favorite spot, the dandelion field. It was located a little ways beyond the kingdom walls that your father forbidden you to exit without a guard for your safety, as you were the princess of Wakanda.

But you didn't care. You quite frankly hated the fact that you were born into royalty because of all the responsibilities it came with. Your parents were always very strict with you, telling you how your focus should be on learning to run the kingdom instead of "playing games and your precious flower field" in their words.

You just wished that you were normal person living a normal life. On the other hand, your knight, Shuri Udaku, couldn't understand why on earth you would ever want to run away from the royal life. You lived in a beautiful palace, had all the delicious food you could hope for, and people who would protect you and do chores for you.

She was annoyed, but found it hard to hate you because you were always so sweet to everyone. Honestly, she thought you were gorgeous and she didn't like to think about it, but she might actually have real feelings for you.

But she couldn't help but be jealous of you. She didn't understand why you had so many privileges, yet didn't want them. Meanwhile, she was living off of the minimal salary she earned from being your knight.

You noticed the subtle glares and irritable heavy sighs Shuri would give you, but you didn't get why she was like that to you. You tried to be nice and make conversation when you first met, but it just seemed like she didn't want to and was only there to do her job, then go home.

So you began to be just as unfriendly to her as she was to you, creating tension between the two of you. If she wanted to be stone-hearted towards you, then you would do the same to her.

As you stood up from the large dinner table, Shuri stayed at your side, walking you to your bedroom.

"Have a nice night, princess." she spoke blankly when you arrived at your door.

She turned to walk away but you stopped her, "Are you like this towards everyone?" you asked.

She turned back around to look at you, "I'm not sure what you mean by that, princess."

"What I mean is that you're always so cold to me. It makes it seem like you hate me or something." you said, explaining what you were trying to say.

"Look, I'm just trying to do my job so I can earn money to afford to live in an actual house with four walls and a roof. Something you'll never have to worry about." she snarked.

"I'm sorry that's the case for you, but that doesn't mean you have to act like a total jerk to people who haven't done anything to you. Seriously, what is your problem?" you voiced, wanting real answers for her behavior towards you.

She just blinked at you for a few seconds, "Good night, princess." she muttered before turning around and walking off.

You sighed, feeling defeated and confused. You didn't know what you did to make the knight dislike you so much. You really just wanted to be able to talk to her without your conversations turning into snarky remarks.

You didn't like to think about the feelings you might have for her either. You've seen the way she laughs and smiles when talking with other guards, and deep down you think it's adorable despite how poorly you two get along.

So let's just say things were complicated.

As the day was now coming to an end you got ready for bed, changing out of your dress and into a white silk nightgown. You read a few chapters off the book you had started in the dandelion field earlier before setting it down and turning off the lamp on your bedside table, falling asleep for the night.

~~~

Meanwhile, it was very late at night, nearing 1:00 am when the gates at the front of the kingdom had been breached. Your parents were immediately informed of the situation, and they had no doubt in their mind that it was their rivals attacking for the second time.

They've always had their minds set on capturing you, but no one knew why. That was the reason why your father was so strict with you leaving the kingdom  and who you left with.

The more skilled defense force immediately sprang into action and started fighting back, but they came prepared with more numbers this time around. So it was clear that they might actually succeed in their goal this time.

Your father searched for Shuri, finding her in the armory where she was putting on her gear to go help, "Udaku! You're my best knight, I trust you. I want you to get my daughter, and take her to the safe house I told you about during your training. Go out the back gate, and don't come back until I send someone out to get you, understand?"

"Yes, sir. I won't let you down. The princess will be safe with me." she responded knowing not to question the king, going to follow his orders.

She ran up to the palace bedrooms and knocked on your door, not even waiting for a response before entering knowing that you were probably asleep.

"Princess," she whispered, gently shaking you awake. You tiredly mumble a few incoherent words.

"Princess, I know it is the middle of the night, but you need to get up now. Your father has ordered me to take you to the safe house as those people are back to get you again." she quickly explained.

You sat up to look at her as best as you could. The only light in the room being the moonlight that shines through the window, "Why should I go with you? For all I know you hardly like me, so what makes you think I'd believe you care about my safety?"

"You will go with me if you'd like to continue living freely. Who knows what they will do to you if they finally get their hands on you." she responds, and you just roll your eyes.

Throwing the covers off of your body, you stand to your feet and begin to go through the drawers filled with your clothes.

"What're you doing? We have no time for that, we need to go before they block the back gate off." she grabs your hand and leads you out of the room, rushing down hallway that'll get you outside the quickest.

Trying to avoid all of the commotion, she hopes that she has enough time to get to the stables. Her horse would be the most efficient way to get you out of here, so she makes fast moves of getting it out of the stall.

"If we don't run into any interferences and all goes as planned, then we should get there in no more than thirty minutes." she spoke, helping you onto the horse.

"You must be so excited to spend a half hour this close to me." you muttered under your breath, wrapping your arms around her waist to hold on.

"Ok, can we not do this right now. There are people actively trying to kidnap you, so we don't have time for this." she said, sounding annoyed and you just huffed as she quickly led the horse out of the stables and in the direction of where you needed to go.

When you arrived she helped you off the horse and guided you inside the small, secluded house. It was located in the woods, so all of the trees made it uneasy to spot, especially at night.

"What're we supposed to do now?" you asked, turning on the dim light and looking around the unfamiliar room.

"Sit and wait. Keep you out of harms way until your father sends someone out to come get us." she answered blankly. "If you want to go back to sleep, the bedroom is in there." she pointed towards the only other door in the house besides the front door.

You of course were tired considering you were woken up from your sleep in the middle of the night, and then drug half an hour away from your kingdom.

So you entered the bedroom, closing the door and dusting off the sheets before climbing into the bed. Laying there awake for few minutes, you didn't think you'd get to sleep anytime soon now that the scary reality of the situation was setting in.

You still tried to fall asleep until you heard yelling in the distance coming from outside. You sat up and looked out the window that was right next to your bed. You saw the warm lights of lanterns through the trees, but the people who were holding them did not have warm intentions.

They were the people who were looking for you.

You were about to get up to get Shuri until she opened the door and rushed to the window, looking out of it just as you were.

"Do they know we're here?" you asked with a shaky voice.

She stared out the glass for a few more seconds before answering, "I don't think so. It's night, so we're well hidden." she answered, standing up straight to leave the room.

"Where are you going?" you spoke with a small voice.

"To go keep watch. Someone has to make sure you stay safe." she responded as she started to shut the door.

"Wait. Please stay with me." you quietly whimpered out.

Shuri turned around to spit out a snide remark, but bit her tongue when she saw your eyes glistening with tears.

"...please." you repeated softly, "I'm scared."

Her heart practically shattered into pieces at those words. Everything she convinced herself to feel for you before disintegrated as compassion and the desire to comfort you took over.

She immediately took off her heavy armor, leaving her in her black compression shirt and pants. She climb into bed with you, letting you curl up to her, gripping her shirt so tightly she thought it might rip.

Her hand went to rub your back over your lace nightgown, "Shhh it's okay. I'm here, I'm so sorry." she whispered.

"I know you hate me because I annoy you or whatever, but can you please just stay here the rest of the night?" you sniffled.

If it was possible, her heart broke even more hearing you think that she didn't like you, "Of course, but I don't want you to think I hate you."

You looked up at her through teary eyes, "What?"

She sighed, "Princess, if anything I'm infatuated with you. I know how I treated you, but I was jealous. You had everything I didn't have, yet you didn't want it. You wanted to run off and read books in a dandelion field." she lightly chuckled at the last sentence.

You were shocked, but confused at her words, "You could've just talked to me about how you felt."

"I know. I know, and I should've. But I'm not very good with that kind of stuff so I tried to convince that if I acted like I hated you, then those feelings would go away, but I just can't anymore." she said and you stayed silent.

"Now you’re probably the one that hates me." she mumbled mostly to herself.

"What? Shuri, I could never hate you. I just thought you did, so I reciprocated. All I wanted was for you to like me because I knew I liked you." you admitted and her heart fluttered hearing you say that.

She gazed down at you, everything in her body was screaming at her to kiss you, but she could see how your eyes were struggling to stay open. So she opted to just save it for another time when the circumstances where also better.

"I'm sorry. I guess I kind of fueled the fire." you spoke quietly.

"No, don't apologize. I should be the one saying that. But you look like you're gonna pass out any second, so go to sleep." she said in a hushed voice and you giggled, laying your head on her chest.

She wrapped her arms around you, mentally lecturing herself for the way she acted and not telling you sooner.

But both of your secrets are out, and it seems like the only way for your relationship to go now is up.

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Author's Note:

My contribution to the Doni fandom. Thanks to @falcatamandarina for inspiring the piece.

Doni: I Will See You Again Soon!

Word Count: 1703

Summary:

Doni writes a letter to his father recapping of all that has happened to him so far.

Dad,

It's been awhile since I wrote to you. A lot has happened in just a short amount of time but I just wanted to let you know I'm safe and sound. I made it to Baldur’s Gate just like we promised to each other. The other tieflings from Elturel took me in as a part of their family. You know how I wished for a big brother or sister? I got both! 

There is Rolan who is a famous wizard. Can you believe a tiefling could own a big tower? There is Lia who is the head of a team of flaming fists. She could beat all the fists in an archery match! I once saw her run after a thief on the roof tops and caught them midair. There is Cal who runs a fun orphanage. Everytime I visit the other kids he's planning a secret surprise. Last time the secret surprise was fireworks from Rolan’s tower and we got to eat some yummy food Cal made.

Alfira has been helping me learn how to sing again. I know how much you loved watching and hearing me sing back in Elturel. It's been hard because sometimes my voice doesn't want to come out when I want it to. Lakrissa has been cheering for me everytime during practice. I feel shy sometimes when she does it because I don't feel like I'm doing a good job. I know I can sing really good like you've told me. I just don't sing as good as I used to now. Alfira believes I'm still a good singer but it just takes time to sing like before. She said that I'm a better singer than Lakrissa. She once summoned a pack of worgs to come using her voice alone. I believed her because when Lakrissa started singing we heard howling in the distance. Our lessons had to end early that day. I got to eat some nice cinnamon rolls that Lakrissa paid for. 

Sometimes I visited Dammon’s forge even when I'm not supposed to. He said that I should send him a letter first so he can finish his work early. I try to write to him ahead of time but I would forget. He would be too busy to talk but I liked watching him work on the forge. Mama K would take me on an outing if that was the case. I would help her with the groceries and we would go around visiting the new shops that just opened. I helped her pick out a new shirt for Dammon to wear. Mama K said he can always use some more. It'll eventually become a rag with how many shirts he goes through, she joked. Dammon has a lot of neat projects he's working on. A customer requested to make them a giant warhammer! The hammer was bigger than I was! Dammon, let me wrap the handle with leather. He gave me a lollipop for a job well done. He asked me if I would like to work at the desk while he worked on the forge. I told him I would love to but only when I visit. 

So, Dad when you come to Baldur’s Gate I can treat you to a meal. I have two jobs that pay well. I work at Dammon’s and Rolan’s shops. Don't worry, they said I can stop working for the day when I get tired. I can come into work whenever I want to. I can go restock the shelves or work the desk for the day, it was up to me. You don't have to worry about me spending my earned money on you. Zevlor gives me an allowance and extra pocket money to spend on myself. I sometimes use that money to give him flowers. The Commander would always smile when I handed them to him. It's nice to see him smile because he used to not smile often but I think that's changing now. Tilses said Zevlor’s been making more friends and opening up to people. Hearing that makes me happy. I sometimes worry that he would be lonely in his garden.

He has a big garden with flowers, vegetables and fruit trees. Zevlor even has those fancy hedges that look like little animals. He asked me what animal he should make. I watched him make a cute bunny. They were called “topiary artwork” , he said. Sometimes we would have a picnic in the garden for just the two of us. Other times, which is most of the time, Cal would bring the kids over to have lunch there. 

Zevlor was the host for the outdoor parties whenever there was a celebration for a tiefling from Elturel. The last party was for Lia's promotion. Everyone was so happy it was nice. Even grumpy Rolan smiled. When I went inside to use the toilet, I heard Rolan crying alone. He said he was so proud of his sister and something about the suffering he endured was worth it. I didn't know what he meant by that. I did give him a hug after I found him again. He asked me why I was hugging him. I kept on hugging him. He didn't push me away but hugged back tighter. When he let go, I walked off. Lia noticed the hug and made a comment about if he was crying. Rolan said it was his allergies. His sister said that my hugs were tear worthy and wished that I would hug her too. I gave her the biggest of hugs and then everyone wanted a hug too.

Dad, I'm not as lonely as I used to be back in Elturel. I've been making more friends. Today, I got to play with Arabella, Umi and Xan. Arabella showed me the new powers she got from studying the weave. She said she wanted to be peepaw Wither's apprentice but he kept telling her no. So, Rolan and Gale became her wizard teachers instead. Gale told her she could enroll at Blackstaff Academy and he would put in a good word in for her should she accept. 

Arabella said she didn't want to be far away from everyone again. "Who knows how rude those kids would be there anyways”, she told us. So, she is staying in Baldur’s Gate. Rolan and Gale had set up a portal that connects the two towers just for her lessons. They tried using a scrying eyes for their shared lessons but creating the portals was a better solution. They showed her the new set up for her lessons. The scrying eye would accidentally broadcast whatever the other was doing, Rolan explains to her why the sudden change. Arabella said she saw Rolan and Gale shiver but he didn't explain what they had seen through the eye. 

Umi and Xan described what it was like to live at Wyrm's Rock Fortress with the Duke and Wyll. Umi said it was strange having so many people waiting for you to say something. You had servants that would bring you everything you needed. He felt bad asking them for anything. Umi didn't want to be a bother to them. Wyll said the staff liked him and always mentioned how adorable he was. Umi was happy he didn't need to learn how to wield a sword anymore. He got to learn how to ballroom dance instead. Wyll said the next best thing to dancing in battle would be dancing on the dance floor. Umi said I could join in their dance lessons with Wyll.

Xan explained how Sa'Varsh Lae'zel (his mother) was away on her campaign to tackle the crèche strongholds that still pledged allegiance to Vlaakith. His Sa'Varsh insisted he was to stay at the fortress till she summoned for him. In the meantime he should diligently complete his combat training and learn all he could about Faerun. He enjoyed speaking with the guards that patrolled the fortress. Seeing all the nobles that entered the premises bewildered him. All the flashy jewelry, layered furs and silks looked cumbersome to move. Xan made a face when he mentioned all the perfumes that assaulted his lungs that made him cough and the smells that made his nose hurt from sneezing. As part of his training Xan had insisted to Varsh Wyll he would join in their ballroom dancing lessons. He showed us the steps had learned with Umi from his training.

We spent the whole day playing at the park. We played hide and seek. Arabella and Xan were too good at it. Next game we played was Simon says. Xan was too good at that game. So, we decided to prank him. He got embarrassed when we asked him to say "Faerun" during the game. He wasn't too mad at us for embarrassing him since it was a part of the game. We asked him if there were any githyanki words for friends. He told us it was k’chakhi ra’stil (Wyll later told us that meant idiot ally or dumb friend). There was a patch of grass that had a lot of dandelions. Arabella said we should make flower crowns but she didn't know how. Umi shyly told us he knew how and taught us how to make them. I made you a picture to show you what it looked like.

I think I would train to be bard again, Dad. I missed singing so much. Who knows, maybe you'll be in the audience once again. I don't know if I will only become a bard. I'm still unsure if I want to learn how to be a ranger or a cleric. I'll one day travel around again to find you wherever you are Dad when I'm all grown up like you. I want to let you know I am happy with the life I live now but my life doesn't feel complete without you. I miss you dad. So, write to me when you have the time. I hope you've been receiving my letters even if you can't write to me back. I'll continue to write to you till I'm old and grey. 

I'll write to you again soon! I love you dad. 

-Doni

[nestaismommy]

https://at.tumblr.com/feyreselain/youre-not-happy-with-the-way-the-ic-handled/dlytzgax3tch

Have you seen ^ that load of bs lol?

It’s definitely bullshit.

Not because Nesta lived, doesn’t mean the inner circle cared.

Let’s see….

Feyre said carefully, “For what it’s worth, I was hoping you’d turn yourself around. I wanted to give you space to do it, since you seem to lash out at everyone who comes close enough, but you didn’t even try.”

I had someone close to me, tell me that I’m not trying to get over my trauma, and let me tell you something. It is so fucking insensitive. You can’t just get over it. It can take years to move past traumatic events and heal from them. It is a long journey. And it’s a process. Nesta was coping. It is so hard to even get out of bed when you’re suffering. You’re just trying to survive. And then someone tells you that you aren’t even trying. If Nesta told Feyre she wasn’t even “trying” when Feyre was still traumatized from under the mountain, Feyre would’ve cried or some shit.

“You spent five hundred gold marks last night!” Feyre exploded, shooting to her feet to pace in front of the hearth. “Do you know how much money that is? Do you know how embarrassed I was when we got the bill this morning and my friends—my family—had to hear all about it?”

That’s what you care about Feyre? The money that isn’t even yours? Don’t you live off his money too? You’re embarrassed?

Oh please, get over it. Go cry over your scrambled eggs or something. Last I checked, he didn’t even earn the money. He’s just rich and he could’ve easily cut her off.

“It is about how it reflects upon me, upon Rhys, and upon my court when my damned sister spends our money on wine and gambling and does nothing to contribute to this city! If my sister cannot be controlled, then why should we have the right to rule over anyone else?”

Does nothing to contribute to this city? Bitch she literally fought in the war ☠️

Clearly she’s more worried about her title, than Nesta’s trauma.

“I am not a thing to be controlled by you,” Nesta said icily. Everything in her life, from the moment she was born, had been controlled by other people. Things happened to her; anytime she tried to exert control, she’d been thwarted at every turn—and she hated that even more than the King of Hybern.

Do you know how fucking sad this is? She’s always been controlled. Imagine how triggering this is considering her mother and grandmother did the same thing. They controlled her too. Now it’s her sister.

“That’s why you’re going to train at Windhaven. You will learn to control yourself.”

“I won’t go.”

“You’re going, even if you have to be tied up and hauled there.”

Is this what you call helping? Making Nesta train in Windhaven with Illyrians who literally hate women and SA them.

Not as her sister said, “I’m having that entire building condemned.”

“You wouldn’t dare.”

“It’s done. Rhys already visited the landlord. It will be torn down and rebuilt as a shelter for families still displaced by the war.”

Nesta tried to master her uneven breathing. One of the few choices she’d made for herself, stripped away. Feyre didn’t seem to care. Feyre had always been her own master. Always got whatever she wished. And now, it seemed, Feyre would be granted this wish, too.

Destroying Nesta’s home. One of the few chooses she’d made for herself, stripped away.

Feyre didn’t seem to care. Always got whatever she wished.

“You go back to the human lands.”

Amren had suggested a few days in a dungeon in the Hewn City, but Feyre had simply said that the human world would be more than enough of a prison for someone like Nesta.

This?? What the fuck? Dungeon? There’s no way you’re gonna sit there and tell me these people care for her. Care my ass.

The fact that Feyre said the human world because it would be a prison to Nesta.

Yeah as I said, they weren’t trying to help her and they never cared. Think what you want to think but I’m just stating the obvious.

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Hello! I really love the characters portrayed as parents(fluff/angst). I wanted to request parent headcannons with Jean, Ayaka, Barbara, and Yoimiya. Thank you!

Parental HC - Ayaka & Jean

A/N: Hi anon! Since you req more characters than allowed, I decided to go with a theme. Just to let you know, I plan on including aged up Barbara later down the road in another post with Candace, so keep your eyes peeled for that one. Anyway, enjoy!

CW: Male!Reader.

Kamisato Ayaka

The Kamisato bloodline is dying. If neither Ayato nor Ayaka will have children, it will extinguish completely. 

Hence, Ayaka is not a stranger to the idea of having children. Her brother never pushed her towards the idea, letting Ayaka make the decision on her own. And she did.

Ayaka is all about doing what is hers to do. Being the face of the Yashiro commission means representing it not only with her looks, but with her actions and lifestyle as well. She already is considered a perfect woman among the common folk of Inazuma, so having an heir will make her the absolute role model for all to look up to. And Ayaka, having you by her side, will do her duty gladly. 

There won't be a lot of fuss about making the child. Ayaka will just let you know she is ready and you'll do the usual stuff, just without protection. 

It's going to be quite the stir when her stomach becomes visible, so much so that Ayaka will be overwhelmed for a while. Ayato will have to constantly swat away gift givers, seeking to earn his favor by using his sister. 

It will be quite the affair amongst the other clans, especially if you're not of noble blood. But Ayaka's brother will do everything to let his sister be in peace. 

Ayaka and you will be aiming for two kids, preferably a boy and a girl. Ayaka has an unusually good relationship with her brother, and she wishes her children to experience something similar. 

If Ayato wasn’t overprotective of his sister before, he sure is now. Ayaka can’t go far from the Estate without protection. No, you don’t count. It’s not because he hates you or anything, but because you getting hurt means his sister getting hurt. So expect a samurai to walk a few dozen meters behind you at all times.

When walking out in the city, Ayato will hire a Shuumutsuban member to constantly be your shadow, in case anything happens. 

Childbirth will be hard for your poor girlfriend. She isn’t of the most impressive stature or health, so recovery may take a few more weeks than normal. But she will be so happy once the painful part is over. 

Most mothers see the early years as more troublesome than putting the kids out into the world, but Ayaka doesn’t share this view. She feels natural in this role, so it comes easily to her. 

Because of her health, there will be a pretty substantial age gap between the kids. But Ayaka really wants to have two, and who are you to refuse her?

Besides showing up to social events in clothes made for her by other people, all Ayaka has to do is some paperwork from time to time. This makes for a lot of free time to spend with you and the little ones. 

She really wants her heirs to have a childhood free from the turmoil of her upbringing, and she has a lot of cash, so they will be spoiled rotten. Ayaka also has trouble saying no to them, so you’ll have to step in as the strict dad kids appreciate only when they grow up. Fun…

You bet she’s going to appear publicly with the kids and you in tow, especially if you’re a high-rank bureaucrat. She won’t hesitate to show off how happy she feels in her new position!

Uncle Ayato is going to be the mischievous type. You know, the “don’t listen to your mother” kind of uncle. Besides spoiling them even more and teaching them gambling for money (and other things), there will be a lot of stories starting with “You know, when your mother was as little as you, she…”.

Despite his meddling, Ayato will make sure to keep the politics and its problems away from Ayaka. He knows how awful dealing with this kind of stuff is, and he will do his best to help her avoid that. 

Thoma was helping while Ayaka was still expecting, and he isn’t planning on stopping anytime soon. It would be easier to name the things he won’t do with the kids. Every single activity is on the menu, except those involving strange substances or creepy people, with an emphasis on interacting with animals. It would be a shame if the little one inherited Ayaka’s fur allergies. 

Poor Ayaka will have problems when the kids grow up and leave to do their own things. Please make sure to be there by her side!

Overall, Ayaka is a nine-out-of-ten mother by herself, but with others supporting her? It’s a straight 10/10. 

Jean Gunnhildr

When Jean isn’t working, she likes to read books. Within the two genres she reads the most - romance and history - there are a lot of family themes. Jean always imagined herself in the described scenarios, wondering what she would do or say as a mom. 

Yet whenever she closed her lectures, a sad realization dawned on her. She is too overworked to have time for children. Maybe, if she could return to a more idle lifestyle, but only after Varka returned. 

When you came into her life, her neat order of it was all but destroyed. 

You showed her that she didn’t have to work herself to the bone, as she could just assign the tasks to the right people to do. As resistant to this as Jean was at first, she managed to work that into her routine after a few weeks. You were always there to help her say no (or just say no for her), gaining the amounts of time she never dreamt of for her.

Jean quickly got to making her dreams come true. From simple picnics under Windrise to steamy kisses by the candle light, she wanted to give a chance to all her desires. Family included. 

Jean has a little too of an idealistic image of a family. In the books they don’t show all those sleepless nights spent hovering over the crib after all. But Jean isn’t going to just throw herself into the ring. She’s going to get some advice from experienced mothers first. 

She has a strange relationship with taking care of kids. You could assume she’s good at it, but then on the other hand Klee is allowed to handle raw explosive at the age of 8. Also, Jean is aware of the hard labor that is cleaning up after her, but Klee isn’t a typical kid, is she?

There will be long talks between you two about every what, when, where and all the ifs. When Jean will be ready, she’ll just say it. Your evening will be preceded with a long, romantic dinner under Windrise, just as Jean always wanted it to be. 

Her work doesn’t require much movement (after your intervention of course), but it does bring about a lot of stress. But Lisa will be there to make sure your girlfriend won’t take up anything too difficult. Kaeya will complain less about his duties as well. 

Barbara will be happy. So happy. She’ll make sure that her sister gets the best medicine and is being taken care of properly. Oh, and don’t expect to keep the pregnancy a secret. Because of Klee, obviously. 

But still, people will be happy for Jean’s happiness. 

With all the help she’s getting, Jean will quickly recover from the birth of her one child. 

She may be a little oblivious, but she isn’t completely clueless. Jean understood quickly that having even one kid is a huge responsibility and an unavoidable toll on her mind because of the stress. She’s also worried about not splitting the love equally, as strange as this fear may be. So one kid it is. 

Jean is going to be the caring, but hard-working mother. She’ll make sure you eat all the three major meals of the day together by one table. 

Bonding is going to be a very important thing for Jean. Seeing as her own family fell apart before, she isn’t going to allow that. So expect a lot of trips, days out, hangouts and all other manner of bonding events. 

She puts a great weight on education and grades, but she just can’t get mad at her child, whether they will be a boy or a girl. She has pretty substantial problems with saying ‘no’ at any point. You have to help her put her foot down from time to time, otherwise you’re gonna achieve Alice the Adventurer levels of parenting. 

Jean has a lot of caring friends, so the kid’s not going to be bored or uncared for at any time. 

Lisa lazes around all day, so she’ll be glad to help whenever she can. Be it entertaining the little one by reading or telling stories, giving them additional lessons on stuff they don’t understand in school, or just things like changing the diapers at their earliest phase, Lisa is on the case. 

Klee was already jumping out of herself from excitement before the kid was born, so her heart is barely keeping up now. She is so excited to be a big sister! Lots of adventures will be had (involving live explosives, which causes a near heart attack in Jean every time she hears about the two’s travels by the dinner table).

Kaeya is going to get even more comically evil with the kids, even more than he was with Klee. But he’ll keep an eye out for what kind of people the youngling will be hanging around, and step in when the situation requires it. 

Diluc and Diona will surely keep Jean’s child away from alcohol for as much as they manage. If Kaeya tries anything, he’ll get back home with a kicked backside full of arrows. 

 Barbara is like Klee, but more grown up and overall responsible. She won’t drag the kid around like the pointy eared explosion lover, but she will give them special performances, just for their ears to hear. 

10/10, what more to say? Jean’s shortcomings are covered by you most of the time, and many others are always helping out. Jean’s child will surely grow up to be a good person with such upbringing. 

Thanks for reading!

[until-another-one-comes]

How SK Francis is like as a husband/father

AKA more trauma for the Mosses family. TW for yandere behaviour, domestic violence, trauma

* For anyone who doesn’t know, SK Francis is a MASSIVE yandere for Nacha and a familial one for Anastacha.

* He’s the obsessive, possessive, clingy, protective, loving, jealous, manipulative and eliminating type of yandere with violent and sadistic tendencies

* Nacha is the only person Francis has fallen for (in the routes where they got married). After years of abuse and being deprived of love, Francis has fallen hard for her even though he didn’t care for her at first.

* Due to his upbringing, Francis has a warped view of love. He didn’t believe in it and thinks it’s conditional. But with Nacha, he believes he has a chance. He’s saddened that Nacha and even Anastacha would leave him after they found out his true colours but he can’t lose them. He won’t lose his only chance of having a happy life.

* He finally realised what he actually wanted in life: a family. It gives him a sense of peace and normalcy he wished to have.

* He knows his feelings for his family are very unhealthy but he doesn’t care. To Francis, love and obsession are the same thing. As long as they love him (or he can get them to love him), it’s fine by him.

* Other than being paranoid that his family will leave him, he’s also paranoid that Nacha would one day stop loving him and cheat on some scumbag. The same goes for Anastacha. He’s afraid of being a terrible parent like his father that his daughter would hate him and cut him off one day (but we’ll get to that later).

* He’s very shy and awkward with conveying his love at first. He’s not used to emoting, receiving/giving compliments, showing affection, communicating his feelings and might say the most morbid crap for some reason (thanks a lot Richard).

* Francis learnt how to be affectionate by remembering how his mom used to care for him (I.e. hugging him, cooking for him, singing him to sleep, etc) and from what he’s seen couples in public do to each other like PDA, saying “i love you” so he applies them to Nacha and his daughter albeit awkwardly at first.

* Slowly but surely, he’ll let his warmer side show towards his loved ones like showering them with hugs, kisses, words of affection. He mainly shows his love through his actions such as working hard enough to provide for his family, helping out with chores, spending time with them, etc. Francis won’t tell his family about his past yet. Once again, that’ll be explained later.

* Francis works hard to provide for his family. If he has to work overtime to earn extra money, he’ll do it. He hates how his job is keeping him from seeing his family but if he can earn enough to support them, that’s fine by him.

* If Francis has time off work or a holiday, he would spend much of his free time as possible with his wife and daughter. It doesn’t matter how tired he is. Since they can’t go out much anymore due to the doppelgängers, Francis would eat dinner with them together, play some board games, talk about their day, watch tv with them. If it’s possible, he’ll bring them out to the park, the beach, have a picnic, any fun family activities. He used to have fun like this with his mother when his father wasn’t around. Now that he’s a father/husband, he gets to relive them with the people he loves.

* If Nacha voices her concerns about their relationship or if she’s having doubts, Francis immediately gets scared because to him, that’s a sign of Nacha about to leave him. He will stop her and promise to fix his mistakes, which he does. He knows how to adapt his behaviour so he doesn’t slip up again.

* If Nacha wants a break, Francis will convince her to stay with him, even resorting to guilt tripping if he has to. He’s worried that Nacha’s feelings for him will change so she’ll either divorce or cheat on him. He’ll hold her tight, beg her to not leave him and promises her he’ll be better to her from now on.

* Years into the relationship, Francis’s cold, uncaring nature slips away (only in front of Nacha. He’s still emotionless to everyone else) and he becomes a loving, affectionate man to Nacha, holding her close, nurturing her, supporting her, making love to her

* Although he’s afraid of parenthood at first, Francis resolved to be a better man/parental figure than his father. He wants Anastacha to have a better childhood than his so he tried to be a gentle doting father to her. He wanted to make up for the lack of affection and warmth in his childhood by giving it to his wife and daughter.

* Francis will try to understand Nacha and Anastacha’s interests and hobbies even though he may not understand them himself. He’ll try to get involved with their hobbies too.

* The happiest moments Francis had with his family was during his wedding with Nacha and when Anastacha was born. He was nervous about hurting his baby daughter or dropping her but after holding her in his arms, he cried tears of joy.

* If any of them gets sick, Francis would take time off work to treat their sicknesses like giving them their medicine, food, water, anything that he can do to take care of them

* He learned how to be a better cook from Nacha. And it worked out. He also helps her around the kitchen if he’s free. Francis just loves his wife’s cooking and he couldn’t resist it.

* Since his family are the only people who love him and vice versa, Francis has the strong urge to protect them since no one has done that for him. He knows how cruel the world is and he doesn’t want them to suffer like he did. His overprotective tendencies can be… smothering.

* Francis gets jealous if Nacha spends too much time talking to her friends or the neighbours. He thinks they’re all vermin who’s taking his beloved away from him. One time when Nacha was talking too long with the twins, they felt Francis glaring daggers behind their back so they left immediately.

* He also has grievances against Nacha’s co workers too. He’ll most likely glare at them if they do much as touch her but nothing more. That all changes if they make a move on Nacha or harass her. Let’s just say they won’t be seen at work the next day.

* If Nacha has any exes, Francis would obviously kill them if they’re in the area.

* If Francis wanted to spend time with his family but they already made plans to go out with their friends, he will convince them to cancel them so they could spend time with him instead. Once again, he wanted to compensate for his lack of familial love in his life by being with them.

* Most of the neighbours thought that Nacha and Francis’s marriage is so heartwarming and love how extremely devoted Francis is to his wife but as time goes on, they begin to notice Francis’s possessive tendencies. Some of them brush it off as Francis being protective of his family or how men are territorial over their wives (it’s the 1950s). Others are too scared to even question it because they fear that Francis might do something to do them if they do. A few of them tried to warn Nacha but she assured them that she’s fine and it’s how Francis shows his love.

* The neighbours now have an unspoken rule to not talk too long with Nacha or steal her time away from Francis.

* The other unspoken rule is to NEVER UNDER ANY CIRCUMSTANCE flirt with Nacha. They know it won’t be pretty if Francis finds out.

* While Francis allows Anastacha to have friends, he’s very wary of the kind of friends she makes. If her friends are awful to her, backstab her or if his daughter’s being bullied at school, you know damn well that he’s gonna torture them, kill them and dump their bodies where no once can find them. It doesn’t matter how old they are. If there’s a creepy teacher at Anastacha’s school, Francis would torture that scumbag for hours while they’re still alive before finishing them off in the most brutal way imaginable.

* While Francis doesn’t want his daughter to become a murderer like he is, there’s a chance he might teach her some methods of his own like how to clean up blood, cutting up meat, any subtle way to dispose a body in case she gets into ‘legal trouble’. Nacha finds out about this and tells him not to do it again.

* That doesn’t mean he can’t be a strict father when he needs to. Francis knows how to set rules for Anastacha like doing her homework, having a curfew, disrespecting her parents, no sweets before dinner, etc.

* But he knows when to reward his daughter too like allowing her to play with her friends, letting her play after finishing her homework, giving her favourite gifts and so on.

* Francis loves calling Nacha with the cheesy classic pet names such as sweetheart, honey, dear, darling, sweetie, my love, my beloved, my beautiful wife, my whole world, my precious Nacha and his favourite, “mine”.

* Francis doesn’t like to yell at his wife and daughter. He’d be repeating what his father did to him. But the only times his anger would slip out if someone was getting too close to Nacha and Anastacha, if Ana talked back to her mother, if any of them chose to have plans without him, if the both of them didn’t tell him where they went without his knowledge, if Ana stayed past curfew and went out on her own, while some of his concerns are reasonable, they’re also borderline controlling.

* If Francis realised he hurt them in some way, he would immensely regret it. He hates hurting the only people he cares about. He would profusely apologise to them, get them to calm down, tells them he loves them and swears to not to it again.

* Francis has Nacha and Anastacha’s best interests in mind (mostly). Though what he thinks is best for them might be skewed because what he’s done is restrict their social circle and they can’t have anymore space when he’s around.

* He’s the type of person who keeps prying about what Nacha was doing beforehand and look through her stuff to make sure no one seducing her for an affair.

* He’s also the type of parent to look through Anastacha’s diary so he knows what’s going on in her life and to make sure nobody is harming her.

* When his wife and daughter are having a problem about him snooping in their privacy, Francis would always protest that he was only doing it for their own good, “Please! You both have to listen to me! How many times have I told you I’m only doing it to protect you two! You don’t know what’s out there! What if a doppelgänger eats you? You both could’ve gotten killed! Maybe your friends might be one of them too! Hell, you know how awful the people are out there! They might take advantage of you! I can’t lose you both! I love you too much to see you both get hurt!”

* Again, Francis has every right to be concerned over his family’s wellbeing but his methods of taking care of them are questionable, even downright manipulative.

* In case Nacha/Anastacha accidentally murdered someone, Francis is willing to take up the brunt of all their crimes. He wouldn’t ask them to be an accomplice because he knows he leads an unscrupulous life. He knows what he’s done is wrong so he’s not gonna pull his family into a life of crime because they’re both good people unlike him. He wants his family to have a normal life and he knows he’d be a bad husband/father if he ropes them in. Though there’s a chance he would use it against them in case they try to leave him, “you can’t go out there! If you do, you’ll get caught! I don’t want that on your conscience!”

* Even though his family gives him the most stable support in his life, it doesn’t make Francis’s mental issues go away. It might get worse over time and affect the ones he loves. Here’re the list of bad endings (though that’s not saying much because anything can go wrong with SK Francis):

Bad endings:

* All of this would potentially lead to the One Unhappy Family ending where Francis tracks them down and chops off Nacha’s legs. Nacha and Ana are traumatised for life. They’re at their wits end because they can’t escape.

* Francis tries to make things go back to normal by spending time with them like a normal family. At this point, with his sanity down the drain, he’s become more delusional than ever.

* Nacha and Anastacha will still be in shock, resigned to the very hell Francis put them in.

* Another way this can potentially go bad is if Nacha asks for a divorce or cheats on Francis (which she’s smart enough to not do because she deeply fears the consequences of her actions if Francis finds out and she still does love Francis a lot to not be disloyal to him).

* If by any chance Nacha tries any of those things (which is a slim possibility), Francis would NOT take it well and things get…physical. Francis would punch a hole in the wall, pin Nacha to the wall and angrily chokes her in tears until she passes out, “WHY WOULD YOU DO THIS TO ME?! I’VE GIVEN YOU EVERYTHING!! WHY MUST YOU DO THIS?! I WORKED SO HARD TO PROVIDE FOR YOU! FOR ANA! WHY WOULD YOU RUIN IT?! IT’S YOUR FAULT! YOU RUINED EVERYTHING!!!”

* The next thing Nacha knew when she wakes up is that she’s strapped to the bed and Francis is sitting beside her, tending to her injuries, “Are you alright? Is your neck ok? I’m so sorry I lashed out like that but you caused all this! How could you betray me like this? I did everything I could to keep our family together! Why would you do this to me? What about Ana? How’s she going to feel when she hears about all this?! Have you ever considered our daughter in any of this? *sighs* mmm…I’m sorry about all this Nacha, but I can’t let you go now that you’re thinking of leaving me. From now on, you’re not leaving this place. You won’t get to see anyone else, the neighbours, your friends, your co-workers, no one! I won’t let you out knowing you’ll find someone else! I’ll be the only one that provides for you and Ana now! You’ll have eyes for no one but me! Don’t worry, I won’t stay mad at you for long, darling. But I can’t forget what you’ve done! You tried to betray me and I won’t let this go unpunished.”

* And so Nacha is confined to her room for the rest of the days, feeling immensely guilty and scared for what she’s done. Francis still loves her like a wife. He brings her food and gives her affection albeit much clingier and rougher like than usual but that doesn’t mean he won’t let that incident slide. He needs to make sure his wife never leaves him at all costs.

* Now Nacha has became an empty shell of what she used to be and develops Stockholm syndrome for her husband.

* Anastacha knows what was going on between her parents. She’s afraid of her father now and is even concerned for her mother. Every time she checks up on Nacha, she tells her she’s fine but she’s always in a daze.

* With her mother in a powerless situation and with the knowledge that her father is a serial killer and a possessive husband, Anastacha is at a loss of what to do. She could either a) escape with her mother b) run to a neighbour for help (preferably Izaack) c) kill her dad.

* The first two options are out of the question because Francis has already gotten a tight hold on them. Plus he barred all the doors and windows so they wouldn’t escape, so this means that Ana would have to kill her father.

* Anastacha would be conflicted if she wanted to kill her father because 1) she doesn’t want to become anything like him, 2) she’d go to jail and 3) a part of her still cares for her dad. But she has no choice. Francis has been holding her and her mother hostage so she has to do this.

* Her plan needs to be perfect so she can free herself and her mother and not get caught. Good thing she learned how to clean up the mess from her father (who knew his cleaning methods could be used against him).

* If Anastacha succeeds in killing Francis, she can free her mother, dispose of her father’s body and escape together but they would both be very traumatised. Or she gets caught and thrown into jail at a young age.

* If she fails however, Francis would lock her daughter up in her own bedroom, “mmm, Care to explain why you were attempting to poison me, Anastacha?”

* So Anastacha was forced to explain everything and Francis just gave her the ‘I’m not mad, just disappointed’ type of look though admittedly a part of him is a bit proud of her for planning something like that, even if it was on him.

* Still, Francis couldn’t let his daughter run off like that too so he grounds her. But Anastacha fights back, “This is why mom and I are scared of you! You can’t just control us like this or whatever!” “What?” “You heard me! We can’t even breathe when you’re around! Look at what you’ve done to mom! And now me! Are you even aware of what you had done dad?!” “Anastacha! How many times do I have to tell you?! The world is a dangerous place! And it’s my job to keep you and your mother safe! Why can’t you understand that?!” “Well you can’t keep me here forever! Cuz…by the time I’m 18, I’ll be out of the house or whatever so I won’t have to see your stupid face ever again you monster!!!”

* This hits a nerve in Francis. He did the very thing he swore to never do. He slapped his daughter, with a look of hurt and fury on his face, “Don’t you DARE talk to me that way, Anastacha! I’ve done so much to protect you both and what thanks? You better watch your mouth next time or so help me!” Anastacha held the slap mark on her face with tears. Francis felt guilty seeing his daughter cry like that but she needs to be punished, “I’ll let you think about everything you’ve done. And I want to hear an apology from you by the time I get back. Oh, and you can forget about leaving the house once you’re older. Because you’ll be staying here for the rest of your life when I’m around!” So Francis locks his daughter’s room from the outside. And Anastacha was left crying but still determined to escape with her mother.

* Meanwhile, Francis is mulling over how he slapped his daughter out of impulse. He didn’t mean to but Anastacha fought back and called him a monster, which brought back some painful memories. He feels really guilty yet mad that his daughter insulted him like that when he was just protecting them.

* The next day Francis goes into Anastacha’s room to give her food. She just gives him the cold shoulder the whole time, “Hello? Ana? Are you ok? Does your face still sting? Are you not going to answer me? Listen, I’m so sorry I slapped you yesterday. I didn’t mean it but what you did was disrespectful. Why would you say that when all I’m doing is keeping you safe? *sighs* if you don’t wanna talk to me, so be it. I’ll come back tonight.”

* As the days turn into weeks, Anastacha still won’t talk to her father no matter how hard he tries to communicate with her. Despite telling her how much he’s sorry or when he’s giving her affection, she still won’t look at him. Francis is sad and guilty about locking up his wife and daughter away from the world but the delusional part of him thinks his daughter is lashing out due to teenage angst and thinks she’ll understand he’s doing it for their own good.

* But Anastacha isn’t going to give up so easily. Let’s just say that she found a way to break down her own door while Francis isn’t around and try to free her mom.

* One option would be to run to a neighbour for help because since her mom is locked behind that door, she had to pick the logical option of saving herself first. So Anastacha runs to anyone she can find in the building before her dad comes back such as the Rudboys, Mia or Izaack. Once she tells them everything, they’ll likely call the cops, free Nacha and get Francis arrested. Once again, they’re both finally free but have a long way to go with recovering.

* If Anastacha chooses to save her mother first, she would have a hard time breaking down the door, freeing her mother and convince her to escape because Nacha’s too deep into the Stockholm syndrome. Unfortunately, Francis catches them in the act when he comes home.

* Francis would drag Anastacha back to her room but she put up such a fight that it’s difficult to drag her back. But Francis is much stronger here so he ties his daughter up and scolds her for trying to escape.

* “I’M TRYING TO BE A GOOD FATHER HERE ANA! WHY MUST YOU MAKE THINGS SO DIFFICULT?!” “BECAUSE YOU RUINED EVERYTHING!” Anastacha shouted despite fearing her father, “Don’t you get it? How many times do I have to spell it out for you Francis? Keeping me and mom locked up isn’t going to help. I wasn’t the one who ruined it or whatever. You did, Francis!” “What?” “Don’t get me started on how you wanted to protect me and mom or whatever! You could’ve done so by any other way but you kept us away from everyone! You locked us up so no one could see us! You could say that you’re doing this for our own good or whatever but you ruined mom! You ruined me! You ruined everything!” She begins to cry, “I don’t think I can ever have my family back…why do you have to be so…stringent?”

* As Francis looks at his crying daughter with guilt. He didn’t want it to be like this. But he’s stuck in his ways and too far into his delusions that he believes he’s doing his daughter a favour so he overrules everything.

* Then the cycle repeats, Francis gets new locks on the doors, he comes into his wife’s and Ana’s room to check on them, he brings them food, he smothers them with affection and repeats. Now Anastacha has now given up any hopes of escaping. She has no way of escaping now that Francis kept a closer eye on her. Soon, she feels hopeless.

* While Francis is glad his daughter isn’t fighting him anymore, he noticed that she’s become more unresponsive. So does his wife. That’s when he realised that he had broken his wife and daughter.

* Francis never wanted this to happen. He didn’t mean it! He was so caught up in keeping them all to himself that he didn’t realise that he restricted their freedom too much. Now he’s deeply remorseful for what he had done. He became worse than his own father. No matter how much he apologises to them, he can’t bring them back.

* He’ll try to fix them. They have to come back! He bring them close as a family again and they’ll have a lot of fun together like they used to. Hopefully in Francis’s deluded mind, that can bring them back, right?

Good ending

* This could occur during the One Happy Family ending aka the event where Francis reveals everything about his past to Nacha and she accepted him for who he is.

* Even though Francis loves his family very much, his mental health continues to stagger and he still has a possessive way of keeping his family with him.

* Nacha and Anastacha still get visibly distressed and uncomfortable with the suffocating way Francis is putting a leash on them.

* “Mom, what’s wrong with dad or whatever? He’s scaring me.” “I don’t know Ana. He just wants to protect us that’s all.” “But aren’t you scared or whatever? He doesn’t like it when we talk to the neighbours for too long. And he doesn’t seem to like my friends much too. And I think he read my diary again. Whatever.” “Hmm, honestly I’m scared too. I know your father cares for us but it might be getting extreme-“

* Francis just so happens to be listening in on their conversation, “mmm? What? What did you say?”

* Surprised, Nacha had to tell him the truth in private, “it’s not that we don’t appreciate what you did for us, dear. You’re really sweet for caring for us. It’s just that… it’s getting scary how you don’t allow us to get close to our friends anymore. It’s getting a bit too…extreme. You can’t just keep killing anyone that tries to hurt us.”

* He was shocked that his wife and daughter are getting scared of him. He didn’t want it to be this way, “you’re scared of me? Mmm…But they’re going to hurt you so I had to kill them.” “You didn’t have to kill them Francis! I know they’re not innocent but you’re taking this a step too far. They have lives too you know.” “Mmm…so that’s not the right way to show my love for you then? Are you mad at me?”

* Nacha sighs, “No. I’m not mad. I just don’t want you hurting people anymore.” “But those scumbags will keep hurting you if I don’t do something about it! What if someone tries to kill you and Ana? I don’t want that happening!”

* Nacha knew Francis has a point but that doesn’t mean she totally agrees with him murdering people, “then please do it for me and Ana’s sake. Please don’t hurt anyone anymore. Ana doesn’t like it when you read her diary. You can’t just sneak into her room like that. She doesn’t feel like she can trust you anymore.”

* Francis couldn’t understand why his own methods are harming his own family. It took a while for him to think and reflect upon it. He can’t promise Nacha he won’t kill again but he’ll stop himself from killing anyone that comes within his family’s range for Nacha and Anastacha’s sake.

* “I’m sorry I caused you both so much distress. I was scared that someone will hurt you. Will you ever forgive me?” “Of course Francis. Just promise me you won’t hurt anyone again.” “I’ll try. Do you still love me?” “Yes dear.”

* It takes a lot of communication and words of affirmation to get Francis to change his ways. His yandere tendencies are still there and he still gets paranoid about something bad happening to his family but he allows them to have a bit more freedom now. If a doppelgänger comes or if someone tries to harass/kill his wife and daughter, that’s when Francis would kill again to protect them.

* Francis still keeps a watchful eye on Anastacha’s friends but he stops himself from reading her diary again to respect her privacy. And as jealous as he gets, he allows Nacha to see the other neighbours and her friends unless they do something awful to her. He tries to be more patient and accept that his wife and daughter have a life outside of him. He’s still jealous but trying.

* He also knew he needs to get help for his mental illness so he won’t hurt his wife and daughter anymore with his problems. With Angus’s help, he got a prescription for anti depressants and anti psychotics. His symptoms are still there but they’re reduced. He gained a healthy amount of weight and is doing a bit better, mental health wise.

* While Francis still makes mistakes and he still has a long way to go, he genuinely loves his family and will do anything for them. Soon, things can go back to normal as it should have.

Sorry if this is all janky I wrote that when I’m sleepy.

~ SK Francis anon 🔪

I was smiling right up until the Bad Ending part/lh

I really like how you write what SK!Francis would be like in the Good Ending Route and how he tries to be a good partner/father despite everything he'd been through. Its very, idk if this is the right word but it feels strangely realistic? I especially love the part where he tried to copy what HIS mom did to show affection because thats the only form of affection he got before this.

Now on to the Bad Ending:

I really like how you write the story because it really does feel like an actual horror/thriller. Its genuinely sad to see him repeating the cycle of abuse when he doesn't want that to happen but unable to stop it because he doesn't know what a healthy relationship looks like

[tokyogruel]

For the milgram ask game, Kotoko for 6, 8, 12, and 19!!! :3

6. favorite relationships with another character in the prison?

its so cliche to say mahiru i think but truly- mahiru. theyve got such a playful relationship and the way mahiru talks so sweetly to/about kotoko makes my heart melt.

and ive been thinking a lot more about her with shidou... they dont directly interact, but theyre fun to think about... shidou "im left to clean up the aftermath of your actions" vs kotoko "i dont care if youve been overly-forgiven by the warden, i will not let you get in the way of justice" also... 5 + 10? YELLS

what is your theory for their crime? if there is general consensus on it in the fandom, do you have any other, not-so-widely-accepted thoughts on it?

i feel like kotokos crime is pretty straight forward: vigilante justice carried out as vigilante justice usually is; poorly and with grave consequence

and hm... my thoughts on it.. well, i definitely dont think vigilante justice is good, ever. one person should never be judge, jury, and executioner. but with kotoko... i want to know more about WHY she is driven towards vigilante justice.. what has driven her so far to the point where she is willing to burn all her bridges, distance herself from others, spend her hard-earned money and drop out of school for the chance to kill someone she deems to be a bad person- even though she risks going to prison after the first time she ever draws blood? why is she risking so much, for so little?

12. what do you wish would be discussed more often about them in the fandom?

god. anything and everything. kotoko is very widely ignored by fans unless they are interested in her, specifically. and it sucks! she is such a weird character, but such a good character. you say you dont care about others, yet you claim you want to protect the weak, but if they get in your way regardless you will crush them. what drives you? what happened to you to make you think like this? why are you so back-and-forth?? i also want to see more people talk about how she potentially has DID, its one of my favorite theories. i want to see more discussion on the wolf-theming, and why her headspace seems to be a barren desert. i want people to talk about how, even if she does terrible things- she is not beyond saving, there is a kind and gentle heart hidden away under her layers of fear and trauma.

but i do wanna ask a few questions to the audience, and let you all take a moment to stew on her character before deep cover...

what do you think happened in her past to push her to believe vigilante justice should be her path?

what do you think drives her to focus on the specific targets she has in harrow?

why do you think kotokos victim looks so much like fuuta?

who do you think the 3 different girls are in harrow? do you believe one of them may be kotoko herself?

what could she possibly gain from draining her life savings on a false sense of justice?

why do you think she actively pushes away any sense of connection in her life?

in regards to her family members, why do you think she mentions these specific people, in this specific order? (for your reference, her family interrogation answer is thus: (taken from the milgram wiki)

19. what do you think their childhood/teenage years were like?

bad. LMAO. i think she went through a majorly traumatic event as a child, and she's largely blocked it out of her memory, but it still drives her actions today. i wont go into detail on it now, because i fear it would be very very triggering for others (and deserves its own, carefully-written post), but i believe her past may consist of the following: child abuse, sexual assault, and trafficking

edit: as for her teenage years, i think this is when she really started to self-isolate. she probably didnt have many friends to begin with, and pushed the remaining ones away at this point. she probably dove head-first into her vigilante research first, and her studies second, and everything else beyond that was just noise to her

[stormco0l]

hh ok tell me a little abt the characters. like umm personalities occupation pronouns etc.

how long have they known

so the main characters of sorts are this group of five who all work the night shift at the worlds shittiest drive-thru restaurant/petrol station combo. like seriously it's so shitty. [it's the ingredients. almost all of the night shift crew wish they had better ingredients to work with. but alas]. It sits just outside of town and is used by the few who still live there as a marker of where the town ends.

all of the crew work at night because they're all largely nocturnal, for varying reasons.

Angel Freeman is usually working the drive-thru section of the restaurant. she's pretty sarcastic, has one facial expression and tone of voice, takes great joy in confusing both human people and other beings, and is about as stubborn as they come. they refuse to ever tell an outright lie, but are brilliant at leaving people with strange implications, and letting them draw their own conclusions. has a bad habit of flipping off reflections.

Angel is, above all else, weird. she moves in strange ways, says strange things, and her eyes burn when you make contact with them. she so clearly takes delight in her strangeness, but if they care enough about you they're able to tone it down a bit to make you feel more safe. . . if you ask. and only if you ask.

Angel's sort of always known that the world is going to end soon. it was always a fact of life to her. simply a piece of knowledge as inevitable as the sun coming up.

Issac Stewart decided to completely take over the kitchen. he's louder than pretty much anyone else in the crew, but that honestly means very little. he shares his affection openly and with ease, but his trust is hard to earn. he keeps his secrets and his friends secrets close to his chest, and he's damn good at it.

Issac likes exploring abandoned buildings and taking photos of forgotten places. he knows where to walk so people will hear him if he screams.

he hasn't realised it yet, but he knows. if someone told him the apocolypse has started, it wouldnt come as a suprise.

Lili Hollands is usually cashier in the restaurant part of the drive thru. she's quiet, shy and anxious. she often has trouble telling exactly what she's feeling, but boy is she feeling it. she spends a lot of time drawing thise feelings down in one of the many sketchbooks she keeps on her at all times.

Lili is kind, and honest, and has no idea how to forgive people. she will remeber a wrong and pay it back tenfold years later, so its lucky for many involved that she is remarkable tolerant of many, many things

shes starting to piece it together from the things angel wispers and the darker corners of her drawings. she cares less than she thought she would.

H is the newest edition to the crew and hasn't settled on one job yet. She's working night shift because she does need to eat somehow and doesn't have any other way of getting money, but the reason he's here is because there's a stupidly high number of reflection encounters here, and he wants to see what's up with that.

she's secretive, reckless and overly cautious, and has a tendency to run headfirst into danger, but not without being at least somewhat prepared. hes been doing this for a while now. he knows when to keep quiet and when to scream.

he wishes she dosnt care as much as he does.

H found out about the world ending when he got to town. a thousand little something slowly building up into an undeniable conclusion that she dosen't want to face.

Hunter Nolan is the manager and not really part of the night crew, but the crew say he counts, so. gruff, stoic and gentle when he needs to be. technically, he should have fired most of the crew long ago, but who else is gonna come stay up for the long late shifts, and they've all grown on him.

besides, he's got a protective streak a mile wide and these guys having these jobs lets him protect them pretty easily. He gets along with animals better than he does with people.

Hunter dosen't think about the end of the world. dont ask.

Angel : she/her, sshe/hher, they/them

Issac : he/him

Lili : she/her

H : she/her, he/him

Hunter : he/him

[farmergilesofham]

The Vanguard Swimsuit Fic, part 2

"Guardian! What brings you here so early?"

Saint-14's slightly tinny voice echoed across the mostly-empty hangar, causing one or two people to turn and look for a moment, before drearily getting back to their own 4 a.m. work.

"Well..."

"Something is wrong?"

"Not... exactly. I'm- hmmm..." the Guardian mumbled, so quietly that Saint leaned in a little nearer.

"Alright, enough stalling," The Guardian finally managed, stepping conspiratorially even closer, hoping the vast metal space would not pick up enough of what followed to embarrass them, "I'd like to ask if you'd... like to..."

"Anything you need for help, I can do." Saint cut in, voice just barely lowered, placing a reassuring hand on the Guardian's shoulder. The Guardian wrung their hands, staring at the ground for a few more agonising moments before finally asking:

"Would you like to be... in a calendar...?"

There was a moment's pause. The Guardian's breath caught.

They looked up. A pigeon had flown up and landed on Saint's shoulder, and the towering Titan was now stroking its head with a single finger, thinking.

"What calendar is this, Guardian?"

"Um. Well, uh. Y'see, the uh... the Eliskni Quarter rather needs some more funding, but without the handy presence of space pirates, the Vanguard's been a bit shot on how exactly they can drum up any money."

The Guardian paused, but Saint gave no comment, so they went on.

"So uh, I had the idea that perhaps if we made something as desirable as pirate... ahem, uh, 'booty', then maybe we could fleece-- I mean, convince other guardians to spend their hard-earned glimmer on it, then send all the proceeds to building up the Eliskni Quarter?"

Saint looked down at the Guardian, contemplating for just a moment before bursting into raucous laughter.

"Huh- what-"

"Guardian! Goodness, I thought you were here to suggest something dangerous! I will gladly do anything to help Misraaks and our Eliskni friends!"

"Now tell me, what exactly do you want me to do for this calendar?"

--

About thirty paces away, Juan José Partinax was typing up some work emails, looking studiously at his screen while straining his ears to hear what The Guardian (Crota's bane!) was saying to Saint-14, as they stood conspicuously huddled together. The enormous, smooth metal hangar was usually too loud to hear anything, but this early in the morning, the sound travelled undisturbed for long enough to just about make out what they were saying.

What he heard soon brought a reddening heat to Juan's cheeks, and it took a few seconds for him to realise he had already sent the final email, though his hands still tapped absent-mindedly at the holographic keys. A heavy clang signalled the docking of an early courier, right as the Hangar-worker took a furtive look at the two legendary figures.

Saint was laughing again, and this time was joined by the Guardian until both lightbearers' knees grew shaky, the Guardian even stumbling before calming down.

"HEY, JUAN! YOU SAID YOU HAD A PACKAGE FOR ME?"

The familiar voice cut through the near-silence of the Hangar, leaving Juan with just one more second of staring, before he turned somewhat reluctantly to shout back at Go Sangbu, the lovely - if very loud - jumpship clamp operator.

--

"Oh, and, Saint?"

"Yes, Guardian?" the Titan boomed, voice still on the very edge of a chuckle.

"Let's have that bet. Ten thousand Glimmer says you can't manage it."

"Ha! You will lose your money, Guardian - I do not wish to part you from your hard-earned Glimmer so easily!"

"Yeah yeah, we'll see. The day anyone manages to convince him to wear so much as a pair of shorts, I'll eat my hat."

And with that, the fellow guardians shook hands, said their farewells, and waved goodbye. Feeling a good deal better about themselves, the Slayer of Gods practically skipped back up the stairs to the main Tower courtyard, barely containing their glee at managing to get the big ole pigeon-lover's support in this silly endeavour.

Saint, meanwhile, was beginning to seriously wonder how he was going to convince Osiris to wear a bikini.

xxxxx

End of Chapter 2! The silliness continues

Next time, on The Vanguard Swimsuit Fic:

Will Lord Shaxx be as easy to convince as the bird-loving Saint? Find out next episode in: "Shaxx's Claymore"!