#no cws I think?? no spoilers either. huh.

[zouzab]

Sketch of Zouzab from memory! I have a lotta references saved of him but I doodled this one at church, tho I may refine/render it later if inspired so.

[labrxnth]

Prison Break- Part 2 (Leon Kennedy x Reader series)

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4

CW: Death Island spoilers (obviously), suicidal thoughts/tendencies

WC: 1858

Summary: You and your field partner Leon continue your search for Doctor Antonio Taylor on Alcatraz

A/N: Sorry This was late, I had a busy schedule and major writer’s block

The first thing you noticed about the harbor is that it smelled like salt. Saltiness and almost a tackiness filled the air as you looked out of the rolled down window. Your hand traced circles on the car seat absentmindedly as you watched the boats and people the car was speeding past.

“What’re you thinking?” Leon asked, his hand drifting dangerously close to yours. When he got to an inch away, he stopped, his hand giving a deadly space between the two. If you were paying full attention, it would’ve made you upset, but for some reason this mission really wasn’t sitting right with you.

Call it survivor’s gut or intuition, but this mission was sitting funky in your stomach.

You took a deep breath and turned your head to face your partner. “I don’t like this… Maria being involved with Taylor means that someone like Arias wants a robotics engineer,” You answered and shifted a bit in your seat.

“I don’t like it either,” Leon replied. The two of you were always good at having each other’s back and making the other one feel validated. That was your whole friendship, being the person that each other needed.

You were the person Leon needed after, well, everything he had gone through. Raccoon City, Project Javier, Los Illuminados and Simmons were hard for him to shoulder alone. His life felt like a dark and foggy hallway, a trail of blood and cynicism following him. But in the midst of everything, you were a light. You were with him through everything for the past few years, carrying a candle filled with your aura that scared off the darkness and the fog in his hallway.

You were the one person who hadn’t run away or died, and he’d like to keep it that way.

He was the one person he hadn’t run away or died, and you would like to keep it that way.

Leon S. Kennedy was an enigma to you when you first started working for the D.S.O. under recommendation from Hunnigan. Through the past few years of working together, the two of you started out as drinking buddies then quickly became actual friends. It was over for you when you looked into his eyes and saw who he truly was for the first time. The mission in New York, the summit, the look on Leon’s face were all seared into your mind. His blue eyes tossing your heart just like a human thrown overboard into a vast ocean.

But you were convinced the look he gave you that night was just for your façade; the role the two of you played. If you never spoke life into your feelings, he never had to reject you.

“You’re doing it again,” Leon’s voice cut through your memories; bringing you back to the streets of San Francisco and dragging you away from the dinner party in New York.

“Huh?” You asked, blinking a few times, trying to adjust to the setting Sun in your eyes.

“Getting lost in that big head of yours,” He replied and chuckled lightly. “You do that more lately…. Ever since that mission in NYC.” His eyes looked at you, almost as if searching for an answer for an unasked question.

“I’ve just been thinking about things,” You said, trying to pass it off as nothing.

“Thinking about…..?” Leon asked, his eyebrows raised.

“Life stuff… like if fighting half dead people and gross science experiments is gonna be the rest of my life,” you said, making an excuse. You didn’t like to lie to Leon, but this one thing you made an exception for. And it was true, sometimes you did think about how your life has taken a turn after college.

Leon hummed in response, looking out his own window. The autumnal setting sun reflected in his eyes and hair, making his irises shine like diamonds and his hair shining a dirty blonde in the rays. When the sun hit him, it was a reminder of who he was, the dirty blonde hair and full blue eyes that he had that night in Raccoon City. He thought that Rookie Cop died that day, but maybe all he needed was a constant sun in his life; someone who brought his hope back.

“Don’t start thinking about that stuff, it’ll drag you down,” he warned. “Trust me.” His voice had an edge to it that you had only heard a few times before. The edge that reflected a tinge of sadness, but resilience.

The car stopped at the dock, you and Leon getting out of the Uber and taking in your surroundings. To the public, the only way to get to Alcatraz was a ferry tour, but luckily the two of you could call in a few favors and pull a few strings.

“Follow me, the boat should be at the Marina.” Leon said. He walked in front of you, making his way towards the docks. With no other option, you walked with him, trying not to look at how his blue shirt hugged his biceps a little too well.

The two of you quickly made your way towards a boat with a big branded D.S.O. logo on it.

“Couldn’t have been more covert?” You asked flatly.

“Gotta warn them before we blow their shit up,” Leon said, half joking. He got in the boat, slinging his duffle bag off his shoulder and putting it on a seat. You climbed on after him and looked around the small speed boat.

“You sure this thing has ballistics?” You asked, raising an eyebrow.

“It’s American, it can blow something up as long as you try hard enough,” He replied with his shit-eating grin. You chuckled in reply and got into the seat next to him, giving him the chance to drive for once. Leon noticed you not fighting for the wheel and he took the opportunity to start the boat and pull out of the Marina.

“So, (Y/n),” He said, putting the boat in drive and starting to steer to Alcatraz. “I’ve been thinking…” He added.

“That’s never a good thing,” You said snarkily and chuckled a bit.

“Very funny,” Leon said and rolled his eyes.

“But for real, what’s up?” You asked and looked at him. He was really focusing on what to say with how much his eyebrows were knitted and the lines next to his eyes were visible.

“It’s bad timing… we can talk about it later,” he said and looked at you, smiling.

You shrugged, thinking nothing of it. The sun setting over the bay was beautiful, it being the only thing that could peel your attention away from Leon. Your eyes tracked the sun, squinting slightly at how bright it was, but smiling at how the waves reflected the red and orange haze it was.

You went to say something to Leon and saw the same look in his face that you’d only seen once before. Amidst fancy clothes, cocktails, and fake friendships, was Leon’s face having the same look as he did now.

It was gone when he realized your eyes had met his. In a blink of an eye, he was back to his normal, scanning the area with a neutral facial expression.

Leon parked the boat at the back of the island and the two of you put on your combat gear: vests, harnesses, etc. once you two were ready to go, you were getting out of the boat and heading towards a tunnel opening.

“Munitions tunnel, should get us in,” You said and nodded towards it. Leon nodded in response and followed you into the tunnel. Eventually, the tunnel opened up to sewers, you two finally being able to fully stand up.

You turned to Leon to say something when you heard a loud BANG! The two of you locked eyes and your handguns were both drawn, aimed towards the other end of the sewers where the explosion came from.

After walking forwards a bit, the sewer split two ways, one to your left and one ahead. The sewers were set up on a block system, like a city.

“I’ll go forward, you go left,” Leon said and turned his ear com on. You nodded, copying his movements and doing the same.

The two of you gave each other a nod and separated hesitantly. Whenever the two of you separated, things never went well. Understandably, it was a necessity, but it still never went well.

You turned your flashlight on and walked to the left, then down the hallway. The light illuminated the tunnel and the sinking feeling you had gotten earlier hadn’t gone away. With Leon gone, it got more prominent.

Your boots hit the cobblestone, echoing with each footstep. Looking around, you were finding absolutely nothing. Out of the corner of your eye, the flash light reflected off of something metallic. You turned towards where the shimmer had come from and found an indented doorknob.

Silently, your hand opened the door and you slipped through it, closing it just as quietly as you opened it. Overhead lights turned on and revealed you to be in a hallway. Holding your gun up, supported by your flash light, you kept on forward.

The door at the other end of the hallway was open, revealing a more open hallway. As you walked, a small electronic buzz hit your ears as you saw one of the security cameras move.

“(Y/n), (L/n) how interesting,” A voice over the PA system said. You swiveled around, your gun up, staying silent.

A sharp pain hit the back of your neck and your hand shot to where the pain was coming from, feeling nothing unusual. Your eyelids fluttered shut as the world went dark and your knees buckled, sending your body falling towards the floor.

“At least you’ll bring me Leon Kennedy.” The voice added.

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* : ｡ﾟ☆. ───

Leon marched on forward, trying to keep his head in the mission. Usually, he was good at compartmentalizing and having a one track mind for the mission. That was, until you became his partner; even now, he was worried about how you were faring.

He knew you could handle yourself, but still he worried about you. He didn’t want you getting hurt, or worse, like everyone else in his life.

Leon heard the sound of boots hitting the cobblestone path in front of him and held his gun up, ready to shoot. He rounded the corner and the barrel of his gun got grabbed, sending him into a sprawl. Him and the other person he was fighting with were both trying not to wind up in the sewer water, dangerously close to their feet.

After a few seconds of exchanges, Leon recognized the familiar brown color of hair he was fighting. His eyes finally adjusted to the darkness and he took in the bigger picture, seeing an all too familiar face. The two of them backed off of each other and took the other in.

“Well, if it isn’t Jill Valentine.”

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* : ｡ﾟ☆. ───

Catch it early on my A03!

[isatswap]

(isat spoilers (full game spoiler just in case), cw suicide/self harm)

drawings are basically traces from ISAT sprites sorry adrienne

His Dagger

TTOS version of the Your Dagger dialogue from ISAT.

Loop: (...)

Siffrin: Hello, starlight!

Siffrin: Say, I've noticed you like to use these "tears" to loop back, eh?

"Yeah, I guess"

"No, I run into them on accident..."

(Siffrin barely manages to hold his snicker...)

Siffrin: Hm.....

Siffrin: But isnt it sad? To run back to a tear each time you just want to loop? Don't you want to cry about it?

(Does he always have to joke about everything?)

Siffrin: Of course I do, starlight! You look so grumpy all the time, just wanted to cheer you up, teehee~

Siffrin: Yeah, you don't like it either. But it is the way. Unless you want to lose to a sadness instead, but we know which one is worse, right, starlight? No other convenient way to die in the house as far as i know...

(...)

(It is kinda sad, though. The dreams you get don't help...)

Loop: (Do you really have no other choice?...)

".... Wait, what do you mean 'you don't like it either'?"

"You have a dagger."

(Unusually serious for Siffrin....)

Siffrin: Yeah, I do! Awesome, isn't-

Siffrin: ...

Siffrin: What about it.

"I wasn't thinking anything, Siffrin"

Siffrin: I'm not giving you my dagger. I wouldn't even if i didn't know what you're gonna do with it.

Loop: (Serious as a heart attack, huh...)

"C'mon! It'll help me! You're here to help, right?"

Loop: (Since when does HE care about your well being?...)

Siffrin: It won't help! Starlight, you cant even imagine what you're suggesting!

Siffrin: Let's stop this now. Please.

"*sigh* You're right. Sorry. Let's talk about something else"

"Yeah....sure....let's talk about something else...."

(Siffrin looks at you, slightly squinting.)

(You see the opportunity.)

Siffrin: ...

Siffrin: Okay! How can i help you on this beatiful loop, starli-

(While Siffrin is saying his usual words, you quickly snatch the knife from his hand.)

Siffrin: LOOP, WHAT ARE YOU-

(You suddenly see a vision.)

<Short loopback>

(...)

Siffrin: [YOU CAN USE MY DAGGER TO LOOP BACK WHENEVER YOU WANT.]

Siffrin: [YOU CAN DO SO BY GOING INTO YOUR POCKETS, AND USING MY DAGGER, IN BATTLE OR ELSEWHERE.]

Siffrin: [DOING SO WILL IMMEDIATELY END A LOOP, ALLOWING YOU TO LOOP BACK WHENEVER YOU PLEASE.]

(Siffrin is trying to catch his breath, still grasping his neck.)

(...)

Siffrin: ...So that's how it feels...

Siffrin:

Siffrin: ...leave. Don't come back until next loop.

(You quickly run away, making sure you don't lose his dagger.)

[sixpossumsinatrenchcoat]

Natural Satellite [ch 5]

An In Stars and Time AU. In ch 5, Isa & Sif finally put their heads together. You can start from ch 1 here!

Isa’s grip tightens on your shoulder and your mind goes utterly blank. You can feel his—his thumb, just the edge of his thumb brush your collarbone and all you can think is that you want to feel it on your skin because you know, you just know he’d feel so warm. You’re shaking. You want to pull him closer. You have to push him away. If you push him away it will kill you. Why is he touching you, how do you make him stop, how do you make him do it again. How do you make sure he never ever stops. You could cut off his hand. You could cut off his hand and keep it with you, always, always. You could freeze him in time. You could eat him alive. (You’re disgusting.)

[ISAT spoilers thru act 4! CW for panic attacks]

“An article about the King?” Isabeau echoes. “Like… from a newspaper?”

You nod.

“You mean like the one on the first floor?”

“The what?”

He blinks at you. “Umm… on the wall, right? I think it was in someone’s dorm room… I can’t remember exactly where, but—”

“The candle maker?”

“Huh? No, I don’t think—”

“The one with those weird drawings?”

“Oh! Yeah! I think that was it!”

“On the wall?”

“Yyyyes?”

“Like a poster??”

“I mean… yes? I guess so, yeah.”

You throw your hands up. “Who puts up wall art of their impending doom???”

“Pfft,” Isabeau snickers. “The Housemaidens of Dormont, I guess?”

Wow. Wow. That is… You don’t even know where to begin. You just spent the better part of twenty loops scraping the entire House top-to-bottom. Every bookshelf and every barrel; every secret passage and every stupid, pointless dead end. And now you’re supposed to believe that the article was on the first floor? In plain sight?

“...Sif?”

“No,” you hiss, and then snap to attention. “Sorry. I mean, yes? I mean. What?”

“That was your main goal right now, right?”

You nod.

Isa’s eyes sparkle. “So… maybe I saved you a little time?”

“...Maybe.”

“Enough to earn me a favor???”

“Depends,” you tell him, grudging. “What do you want?”

“Can I have today?”

You squint at him.

“Um!! I just mean!! At the House tomorrow, you can do everything how you’re used to, and I won’t even get in the way. Honest. But can I pick what we do today? Can I just, like… book you? For the day? So we can maybe actually talk?”

Hrmph. You can’t understand why he’d want to, but. Well. It’s not like you have other plans. Killing the King is easy now. You still try to help Mira, most loops—her shield really is very useful—but it’s a convenience, not a necessity. “…Fine.”

Isa lights up. “Really???”

Do you need me to write it down for you? You bite it back. By now, Isabeau should already know that you’re poison. There’s no need to beat a dead horse. “Sure.”

“Yeah!! Yes!! Okay!! Thanks, Sif!! I just have a few questions! So just, um, bear with me, okay?”

* * *

Isabeau gets right to the point.

“So… Loop. Any theories?”

You think about it. “I asked who they were once.”

He looks up with interest. “And?”

“They told me to guess.”

“Figures,” he sighs, going back to his notes. “What’d you guess?”

“I thought they were probably me.”

His writing hand lurches, gouging an ugly black streak across the page. “Um??? Um… what made you say that??”

“They know a lot about me,” you say, evasive. It’s true, but it’s not the whole truth. In all honesty, you don’t really know why you said it. It’s hard to put into words. Though, to be fair, you feel that way about most things.

“Um. Um, well… I mean… What’d they say?

“They laughed at me for like, ten minutes.”

“...Right,” he mumbles. “Um. Okay. I’m just gonna mark that down as inconclusive.” He makes a few notes, his tongue trapped between his teeth, before looking up again. “What about the King? I can’t remember what you guys talked about, what with… um. Y-You know. What happened after. But he sorta seemed like he… recognized you?”

You shrug. You haven’t figured that out yet, either.

“He had white hair, too,” Isa muses. “I’ve never seen anyone else with hair like that.”

“So, what? You think he’s my long-lost brother?”

“Wh—No!! I just meant you might be from the same region or something!!” He pauses, looking surprised. “Actually, Sif, I just realized… I don’t think I know where you’re from!”

You nod. That’s true, yes.

“So… where are you from?”

“Oh, um…” You trail off. Isabeau is looking at you, expectant. Like he’s waiting for something. Did you zone out without noticing? It wouldn’t be the first time. But you can’t remember your next line. “I— Sorry, what were we talking about?”

“...Where you’re from?”

“R-Right. Sorry. It’s, um. I’m—“ Your mind stalls out. What did he ask, again? Was it maybe a yes or no question? “Um… Yes?”

“What?”

“What?”

Isa looks concerned, for some reason. Not that he needs a reason. You’re concerning company. “Sif, are you— Can you hear me right now?”

“Huh? Yeah, of course. I lost my eye, not my ears.” Too late, you remember that it grosses people out when you talk about your eye. But you already did it, so you might as well finish the job. “‘Eye’ can hear just fine.”

“Ri-i-ight,” he says slowly. “Um. You’re not, like, messing with me, right?”

“Huh?”

“Yeah, I really didn’t think so. Okay, lemme try this.” He scribbles something down in his notebook and hands it to you. It’s a question. Hi Sif :3 Where are you from?

Oh. Weird. He just asked you that, didn’t he? And you said—you said— What did you say, again?

Of course you know where you’re from. You haven’t been traveling forever. Everyone’s from somewhere. And you—you grew up with your—with your… family, right? Of course you have a family, everyone has a family, so why can’t you—

Why can’t you remember?

You can feel your breaths coming faster, the words blurring on the page but you can still read the question and he’s still waiting for an answer; you have to say something. You know where you’re from! You forget a lot of things but you couldn’t, you wouldn’t, how could you forget your own family? What kind of a monster could forget their own family? So why can’t you— Why can’t you—

“Sif! Sif! Hey! Hey, Sif, come on, can you breathe for me? Can you try to breathe with me?”

But you can’t. You can’t. Your hair is white like the King’s and your parents, your parents must have, they must have had white hair like yours, but were they— Were they short, like you are? Were they stupid and clumsy and quick? Did they— They had a boat, didn’t they? Didn’t you have a boat? Did you even have a boat or did you only dream you had a boat because you, you can’t picture it, one sail or two, its shape, its color and what was its name? You bury your hands in your hair, white like the King’s, like your—

“Sif!” Isa says, frantic, and you realize that he’s reaching for you.

“Don’t touch me!!!” You slap his hand away, flinch out of range. He’s not supposed to touch you, no one is supposed to touch you, there’s something WRONG with you and what if it’s contagious? You’re— You can’t let him get any closer, can’t let him find out that you CAN’T REMEMBER THE NAME OF YOUR HOME, YOUR PARENTS’ FACES, YOU CAN’T LET HIM KNOW THAT YOU—

[ f e e l   a   t u g   a t   y o u r   s t o m a c h ]

—and you’re lying in a field.

Isa stands over you, looking a little nauseous and more than a little frantic. “S-Sif!! Crab, Sif, are you okay?”

“I… What? Yes? What just…”

“It’s okay!!” he says quickly. “It’s okay, it’s okay, don’t worry! You just… I think you h-had a sort of a p-panic attack and you… We looped again. It’s okay, you’re okay, you’re totally fine. We’re just talking. We were just, um, talking about the King.”

You stare at him for a few seconds. “...You found that article.”

“Right!! That’s right! Yeah, you got it! I—” When he looks at his notes, his shoulders slump a little. “Aw, crab. Looping wiped my notes.”

Well. Obviously.

He darts another nervous little glance at you, like he’s afraid of what you’ll do. Like he thinks you’re dangerous. (He’s not wrong. You are dangerous.) “So, it… seems like it happens when you get upset, huh? When you’re overwhelmed or, um. Freaked out.”

You shrug.

“Does that track with the times it’s happened before? When you looped without dying, I mean. Y-You don’t have to tell me what happened!” he adds hastily, when he sees the look on your face. “I’m not asking for details! Just for you to think about it, and… think about if you were usually upset?”

Reluctantly, and very much under duress, you reflect on the times you looped on accident. Just now, having a—what did he call it? A panic attack. That time you scared your family, near the entrance to the House. Watching Isa freeze.

(You do not think about what you did in front of the Favor Tree.)

“...Maybe,” you concede.

“Okay!! Hey, that’s good, right? We just gotta figure out how to do that, and we can totally skip all the, you know. Um. Dying.”

You’re not convinced. Your current system works. And having to get upset every loop… Honestly, it sounds even worse than the dagger.

“Hmmm,” Isa hums, chewing on the end of his pen. “I could… try to scare you?”

You stare at him.

“H-Hey!! I could be scary!!”

You don’t bother arguing. “It wouldn’t work, anyway. I was scared the first time we fought the King.” You give it a little more thought. “I was really scared the second time.”

That makes him wince, for some reason.

“It doesn't scare me anymore,” you reassure him. “Not for ages.”

That does not appear to help.

Isa darts another glance at you. He’s fidgeting more than usual, shifting his weight and picking at his fingernails. “Um. Okay, I— I sort of have an idea, but only if it’s okay with you…”

…Interesting.

“And I— I just wanna say in advance that I'm really sorry about this, it’s just—I think watching you die kinda messed me up a little, haha, s-so if there’s, like, even the tiniest chance that we can find another way, I think we actually really have to—“

“Isa.”

“S-Sif??”

“It's fine.” Whatever he has in mind, it can’t be worse than what you’ve already done. When that doesn’t seem to reassure him, you raise an eyebrow. “We said you could have today.”

“Right. Right!! Okay!! Then I'm just gonna—um—try this. If that’s okay. (Sorry.)”

Isabeau clenches his fists and draws a deep breath, like he's steeling himself for something dreadful. Then he takes two slow, sliding steps and suddenly he’s a lot closer. Closer than in bed in the Clocktower, closer than the greenhouse, (almost as close as when you—)

He’s looming over you, almost. Enough to fill your field of vision. His face is flushed and he’s staring fixedly at the ground to your left, but his eyes keep darting back toward you, like he can’t stop them. Like he can’t help himself.

“S-Sorry,” he mumbles, looking away again, and reaches for you.

You wait for him to pull away but he—doesn’t. He doesn’t. He doesn’t thump you on the arm, like he always looked like he was going to. He just… grazes your shoulder, the barest touch with only the tips of two fingers.

Your breath snags. Your heart is in your throat because he—he isn’t supposed to do that here, or anywhere, ever. He doesn’t touch you, he doesn’t want to touch you so why is he— WHY would he—

Isa’s grip tightens on your shoulder and your mind goes utterly blank. You can feel his—his thumb, just the edge of his thumb brush your collarbone and all you can think is that you want to feel it on your skin because you know, you just know he’d feel so warm. You’re shaking. You want to pull him closer. You have to push him away. If you push him away it will kill you. Why is he touching you, how do you make him stop, how do you make him do it again. How do you make sure he never ever stops.

You could cut off his hand. You could cut off his hand and keep it with you, always, always. You could freeze him in time. You could eat him alive.

(You’re disgusting.)

He’s so beautiful. You’re a monster. He’s not even a person, he’s only an actor, he’s playing a role. But this wasn’t in the script. You can see the flush creep down his throat and you want to trap it in your hands. Catch his pulse between your fingers like a firefly. Drink the heat from his lungs and seal it in a jar where you can’t ever forget. Really take his breath away, ha ha ha.

…You’re disgusting.

He has to force himself to look at you. You can see that it takes effort (but of course it does, you’re DISGUSTING) and when he finally meets your eye you can feel his hand trembling a little, even through your cloak. Just for a second, your self-control slips. Just for a second, you lean into his hand, his touch, his warmth.

You have no idea what your face looks like, but it must be pretty appalling. Whatever he sees in your eyes seems to terrify him. He jolts back, electrified, and you—sag, like someone cut your strings. You’re exhausted.

“Sorrysorrysorry!!!” he babbles, holding both hands out like a shield. “Sorry! Wow! Sorry!! Crab!!!! I really thought you were gonna loop!!!”

Oh. Of course. That’s why he touched you. For his theories. His little experiment. You said that he could have today.

Isabeau wrings his hands. “I-I’m really sorry, Sif, I know you don’t like being touched, I just thought if it worked, you might… hate it less than being stabbed, I guess? But you were totally right, I don’t know what I’m doing, I just thought— I don’t know!!! I just really thought that would work!!!”

You reach for your shoulder, for the place where he touched. You know it's stupid, but it feels warmer than it should. His heat signature, stamped onto your skin. “Why.”

“U-Um? Just because… you know, the whole thing about getting upset, and… Aww, never mind! It was stupid! Sorry!!!” He shakes his head vigorously, jumping in place a little. “Phew! Um! That’s… probably enough for today, haha! I’m sure you need a break!”

Maybe you just didn’t touch me enough, you think. Maybe you needed to hold my hands. Hold me close. Hold me down and break me in half. Tear me apart. Swallow my heart. Hold my face in your hands and lean in so, so close. Hold my heart in your hands and squeeze.

You don’t say anything.

Isa’s gaze drops to his hands. He runs his thumb over the pads of his fingers, gently, gently. Maybe you would loop if he did that to you. But you don’t know.

“...I really am sorry,” he says softly.

Don’t be. “It’s okay.”

“If you ask, I can— I’ll never do it again, if that’s what you want.”

Your chest seizes up. “No.”

He looks up, startled.

(Calm down. You’re scaring him.) “I—wouldn’t mind. If we tried again.” (Stop. You’re taking advantage of him. You’re holding yourself hostage. Can’t you see how gross that is?) “It could be—um. I think it would be better than the dagger.”

“Pfft,” Isabeau snickers. “Careful. I might get an ego.”

“Huh?”

“It’s nothing.” He glances at his notebook, heaves a sigh. “I guess as long as you don’t do it with the knife…”

You frown at him. “You said I could have tomorrow.”

“I-I’m not telling you not to loop!! I am literally just asking you not to do it in the most horrible way possible!!!!”

Ughhhh. “Okay, but that means we’ll have to finish off the King…”

“Uhh,” he says. “...Uh huh?”

“It takes a really long time.”

“Pfft,” Isa snorts. “Yeah, I think I can handle it. Still sounds a lot better than watching one of my favorite people die.”

“I’m—” You bite off the rest of that question. He isn’t talking about you. He's talking about your character. “Um. I mean. If you get a request for my day, then I get to ask something too.”

“You got it!! Anything!! W-Well, maybe not anything, but… pretty much basically anything. As long as it doesn’t… um. Hurt you.”

Ha ha. What a nice idea. But that doesn’t leave a lot of options. Everything hurts you.

“Soooo, what did you wanna do?” he asks cheerfully, and then hesitates. “Oh. Unless you meant that you, um, wanted some time alone, or… you wanted to make plans with someone else…”

Look at the stars with me. You almost say it.

You choose your words carefully. “I want… rest.”

His face crumples into something painfully fond. “Aw, bud. You’ve been doing this for way too long, huh?”

Finally, an easy question. You nod vigorously.

“Poor Sif,” Isa says softly. “And all on your own.”

“We sleep in the same bed.” It’s an evasion. An obvious one, at that. You’re pretty sure you used to be better at this. (‘Bed-ter.’ Is that anything?)

“That’s not what I mean, though.”

…Yeah.

His arms twitch toward you before falling back by his sides. You watch his hands flex and unflex. You think about reaching for them. Maybe this time he would let you.

You don’t move.

Isa tilts his head, curious. “What would you normally do today? If I didn’t call dibs?”

Teach Bonnie to fight. Find Odile’s book. Help Mira with her papers. Look at the stars. Eat dinner. Go to bed. Fight. Book. Papers. Stars. Dinner. Bed. “...Run around after everyone else, mostly.”

“Aw, Sif.”

“And go fishing.”

“Oh!!” he gasps, brightening. “You fish?”

“I—used to. I think.”

His eyebrows twitch, but he doesn’t press you. “Do you really have to do all that stuff every time, though? Of course you gotta eat, but you could nap until then!”

“Mira always wakes me up.” Also, you don’t sleep.

Isa thumps a fist into his palm and squints menacingly. “Well, she’s gonna have to go through me.”

You can’t help it. You snicker. It comes as an almost violent shock. When’s the last time anything actually made you laugh? “She could do it, though.”

“Oh, yeah. She wouldn’t hesitate.”

“No mercy.”

“But I’m tough too!!” he insists. “I can take her!!!”

You huff another laugh. Two in one day. A new record. “…I can’t ask you to do that.”

“Well, I’ve got bad news, Sif,” he says seriously. “Today’s my day. I get to do what I want. And I wanna guard your nap! Nap guardian!! Protector of sleepyheads all across Vaugarde!!!”

Pffft. “There’s no way you want to do that.”

“I do!!”

“There’s no way I can let you do that.”

“You’re gonna have to!!”

You should stop him. Laugh and say you changed your mind. But you can’t. You’re selfish like that. "Well... I guess it does sound bed-ter than sleeping alone..."

"Pffft!! Sif!!!!"

“And I could definitely use a few winks.” You can’t resist winking cutely. It’s kind of your signature.

“Hah!!!!”

“So I guess I could pill-ow you to help.” Oof. That was bad, wasn’t it? “Um. You know. Like, ‘allow?’”

“Hey, you don’t gotta tell me!! And c’mon, Sif, you know I just wanna help! After everything you’ve done for us, it’s the sleep-st I can do!!”

Pfft!!! Oh, wow. Okay. Yeah. He got you. “Snrrrk—khhehehe! Hee hee hee!!”

When you look up, Isabeau is beaming at you with eyes so bright they hurt to look at. Your chest clenches. Your stomach swoops. You look away. “S-Sorry.”

“Please don’t be,” he says, painfully earnest. “I’m… It makes me really happy to… Aw, don’t worry about it. Get some rest. I’ll wake you up in time for dinner, okay?”

“You really don’t have to…”

“My day!!” Isa says fiercely. “I do what I want!!!”

You want to argue. You know that you should. But you're so, so, so so so so tired. At the end of the day, you just don’t have it in you.

I usually get around to posting on tumblr eventually, but if you wanna find out about updates as soon as I post em, you can follow the series on AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/53412649/chapters/135189547

[thesunshineriptide]

Hello fellow nerd, Og stories anon here,

Poor Riddle taking the story to heart. Rook being the only one not upset over the story. But i was thinking what better way for Idia to find out about our version of mythology than through the game Hades. Finds it a work plays it and starts asking Yuu questions about mythology

Book anon! Good to see you! Yeah so I bought the game and played a bit of it because I’ve heard good reviews and also because I honestly had no idea what was in this game/how it related to irl mythology so sorry for the delay but that’s why! Also Idia would love/hate this game

The Black Parade

Characters: Idia Shroud, Yuu, Ortho (mentioned)

CW// talk about death, kidnapping(?), Mythology, spoilers for the game Hades and potentially for twisted wonderland and Hercules by extent?

Idia has been playing this game intently for two hours. His face hasn’t moved a muscle in several minutes as he beats at a brimstone, only to get stabbed in the back again and respawn back in the lobby.

He groans and leans back, throwing his hands up, “I don’t get it. There’s no winning this game! It’s rigged.”

Yuu held in a laugh, being his personal life audience.

Ortho chirps from his phone, “Big Brother, search results for Hades ending indicate-“

“No!” He yelps, turning off his phone, “No, thank you, Ortho. I want to get there myself.”

Yuu stopped trying to hide their amusement, giggling wholeheartedly at Idia.

He turned and pouted comically, “Why are you laughing? A-am I doing it wrong?” Fear managed to worm its way into his expression, eyes going wide, “Wh-what is it?”

Yuu shrugged, shaking their head, “It’s just kinda funny, that’s all! And-“ they stifled down a giggle, “You’re so worried about min-maxing that you’re missing the conversations with the side characters. How else will you activate god mode?”

He stared at them, “You’re joking, right?”

“No, God mode really is a mechanic of this game.” They hummed, leaning forward, “You gotta talk to Skelly to get it, though. You’re just running around fighting the monsters.”

Idia huffed and nudged them away from his laptop, “Yeah, yeah, okay smarty pants. Well what else do you know?”

They leaned on his shoulder, earning a bright pink blush as he stiffened under their touch. He leaned away, hands shaking.

“Well, Zagreus is pretty interesting. There’s some early mentions of him as the ‘highest god’, on equal footing as Gaia herself. Then some say he’s the Orphic Dionysus, or like, the OG version of him. Then later, some suggested that he might be the son of Hades and Persephone, or possibly just another version of Hades? It’s not super clear.” They watched as Idia finally went toward Hypnos, clicking on him for text.

“Okay,” he said, eyes flicking to Yuu for a second, “And what about this guy?”

“Hypnos? He’s not mentioned a lot,” they replied, “But he is mentioned a few times. Once, his son Morpheus saved him from the clutches of Zeus after he defied him. I think it had to do with the Trojan war. That’s where the story of Achilles comes from, by the way.”

Idia stopped what he was doing, staring at them with wide eyes, “Kay, I was joking before, but you actually know all this stuff? You might as well be a walkthrough for this stuff.”

Yuu smiled at him with pride, still watching his game, “This Hades must be pretty different from your world’s Hades, huh?”

Idia shrugged, “I dunno, ‘s not like he’s around to ask. But our Hades definitely wasn’t this…” He trailed off, mumbling something to himself before finishing with, “this much of a drag.”

Yuu smiled and nodded, “He’s honestly kinda different from the myths too. And I still haven’t seen Persephone, which makes me wonder.”

“Hmm? What about Perseph-who’s it?”

Yuu went wide eyed, “Wait, you don’t know about Persephone?”

Idia shook his head, and after a moment of silence turned from the screen to look at Yuu. They were staring at him in shock, and not really the good kind either.

“What’s so important about her?”

Yuu gulped and huffed out a sigh, “Well…” they racked their brain to think about how to explain it. “Okay, just pause the game, there’s some videos we need to watch.”

After watching all of these videos, Yuu was finally satisfied.

“So your guys’ Hades is just like, a chill dude with a dog? Sounds kinda lame.”

Outside, a moment after Idia’s statement s finished, rumbled thunder. Low and dark and long, as a sudden thunderstorm overtook the building. What’s worse? It caused a power bump that ended up crashing Idia’s game.

Yuu started to giggle again, “Sorry, Hades.” They said to the open air as Idia stared.

“He isn’t dead?!” He asked incredulously, “This world’s Hades is still alive?!”

“Why wouldn’t he be?” Yuu asked innocently.

“Hercules drowned him in the Styx! Everyone knows that!” Idia cried, pacing around the room before beginning to pray to Hades in apology because oh god oh fuck.

Yuu didn’t have the heart to tell him that they couldn’t be sure if the gods were alive or not, but they simply found the immediate thunderstorm funny and we’re cracking a joke. But who knows?

[chuuyrr]

HAHA- THIS TIME HAS FINALLY COME!!! que the Villian laughter

Evil prodigy baby fushiguro Scarlet! As the apprentice of the Demon Fyodor (lol imagine the chaos)

so in this universe, there are curse users and gifted users. Curse users are not known in the public (since they use it to kill curses) but gifteds are the ones publicly known(they can't see curses).

"So you see curses huh?"

"Mister? Why are you not frightened?"

"Well... I know that they exists"

"How so? Can you see them too? Are you a curse user like my family? But I don't anything from you...so you must be a gifted, but how, non-sorceress don't know the existence of curse users?."

"Humans are foolish and sinful creatures arent they?"

"You still haven't my question."

"How about mentor you, I'll tell you everything you need to know"

scarlet witch! baby fushiguro! reader meets fyodor dostoevsky

jujutsu kaisen x reader x bungou stray dogs

masterlist of the series

╰➤ CW(s): possible spoilers for bungou stray dogs and jujutsu kaisen, mentions of scarlet witch's powers, cursed spirits, soft! fyodor(?), reader's suguru geto moment lmao

╰➤ PAIRING(s): platonic! bungou stray dogs x reader (fyodor x child! reader and etc ), platonic! jujutsu kaisen x reader (dad! gojo satoru x child! reader and etc.)

i love this request so much ☆_☆ tbh i had fun writing this one, thank you so much for requesting and for being patient, enjoy ♡

before you read: the setting of this request is similar to my tokyo revengers x jujutsu kaisen wherein mikey and reader are together. curse users exist in the bungo stray dogs world; meaning there are cursed spirits and cursed energy, and reader-chan is also going to be familiar with the armed detective agency because gojo knows them and has connections with them for plot reasons, it's a jjk x bsd crossover after all

this world of yours is divided into two: curses and gifteds. curse users, unlike gifted people, are unknown to the general public, and while gifted people are powerful forces to be reckoned with, they cannot see cursed spirits; the apparitions born from cursed energy from negative emotions common in society, such as fear, grief, and anger. it was said that if the amount of cursed energy is greater than a certain threshold, the person gains the ability to see curses.

this was not the case for you, however. you weren't born with cursed energy, but you could see curses, so you didn't fit into the gifted category either. you didn't just have one ability; you had many. you didn't belong in either of those worlds.

you were certain that gifted people were unaware of curses. even dazai and the rest of the armed detective agency doesn't know a thing or two about them even with your adoptive dad's, gojo satoru, familiarity and connection with the organization, but that until you met a one-of-a-kind man while you were in yokohama, spending time with dazai, atsushi and kunikida.

the three detectives were babysitting you together as asked by the president and gojo himself when you accidentally drifted away from them in the busy streets of yokohama after getting distracted by a cursed spirit you saw.

"[name]-chan? [name]-chan's gone!"

"what? weren't you just holding her hand?!"

"aish, gojo-kun is going to kill us for losing her."

so, while your dazai-nii, sushi-nii, and uncle kunikida were in a full-blown panic, you had ended up in a secluded area in yokohama as you giddily chased after the curse, thinking it was playing a game of tag with you (but really it was afraid of you and your powers). while you were running up and about, you ended up running straight into a tall figure.

"oof!" you fell to your bum from the impact afterwards.

"are you okay, little one?"

you lifted your head upwards to see a tall and slim young man with long dark messy hair that reaches his shoulders, dressed in a buttoned white shirt and white pants; accompanied by a long black coat with white fur, and an ushanka hat, but you couldn't help but stare into his sharp yet deep purple eyes as he bent down to you, extending a gloved hand towards you.

"i'm okay.." you blinked profusely at him before accepting his hand that helped pull you back up on your feet and dust your clothes.

you immediately stood on the tip of your toes, trying to find the cursed spirit your were supposedly 'playing' with past the man you had bumped into since you really wanted to befriend the thing and you found it floating behind him, as if to hide from you.

"so, you see curses huh?"

your eyes widened at his question. you immediately turned your attention back to the man only to see him giving you a closed-eye smile.

"huh? mister?" you were baffled. "you're not scared of them?"

you watched him chuckle softly at your little reaction and questioned as he squatted down to your height, beckoning you to come towards him, which you did. "well, because i know curses exist."

his response immediately caught your attention, "but how? can you see curses too? like that one behind you? are you a curse user like my family?" you questioned, eyes lighting up with interest. "but i don't sense any cursed energy from you, so you must be a gifted then, like dazai-nii."

so, you knew about dazai osamu too.

how interesting, he thought.

the man didn't think it would be this easy to gather information from a child like you. he had been watching you for some time now, when you were zooming off the streets, chasing something that cannot be seen by people. he proceeded to stare at your thinking expression, face adorably scrunched up.

"but if you are a gifted, then how do you know about curses? daddy told me that non-sorcerers don't know curses exists. they can't see them.." you furrowed your brows, tapping your chin with your index finger.

"humans are foolish and sinful creatures, aren't they? they know nothing about the curses being born from their negative emotions. fear, grief and anger. they are the reason curses exists," he drew a sigh from his breath and shook his head. "the reason why curse users are forced to constantly fight for them every single time, yeah?"

you puffed your cheeks up as you gazed at him, "you still haven't answered my question, mister."

he simply smiled at you as your gaze softened. this man wasn't wrong. curses do exist because of people, which means that the two go hand in hand whether you like it or not, because people will always exhibit negative emotions. the cursed energy emitted by humans accumulates like sediment until a cursed spirit is born from the collective negative energy. curses born from strong feelings directed toward a specific aspect are particularly potent.

according to gojo, the greater humanity's fear and anger directed at cursing a specific aspect of the world, such as natural disasters, the more powerful curses from those negative emotions will be. so, technically speaking, people are to blame for the curses that your family has to exorcise every single day.

maybe you could change that? a world without non-sorcerers doesn't seemed that bad.

"i'm correct, aren't i? i have feeling you and i are thinking of the same thing. a world free of sin sounds like good, doesn't it? no more cursed spirits, no more gifteds either." he tipped his head to the side, extending a hand towards you, ruffling your hair affectionately, which you nodded in agreement with. "how about i mentor you?"

"mentor me? what does that mean?" you asked, clearly unfamiliar what the word stands for.

"i"m going to teach and tell you everything you need to know." he explained, drawing back his hand. "i see potential in you and there are many things that you have yet to know."

"so, you're going to be just like my daddy to gumi-nii and his friends?" a naive yet excited smile graced your lips. "he's a teacher at jujutsu tech who teaches them curses and stuff."

"such a clever girl. of course, just like a teacher." he nodded his head, clapping his hands to cheer and praise you.

god you were so gullible. everything was already falling into place for him. he didn't think gaining your trust would be this easy. he didn't even have to manipulate you to believe in him.

you giggled rather fondly as he stood up on his feet and picked you up in his arms which you happily obliged and clung to him as he carried you, just like how dazai and gojo would. "the name's fyodor dostoevsky." he introduced himself. "may i ask for yours, little one?"

"i'm [name], fushiguro [name]!" you introduced yourself next.

"nice to meet you, [name]-chan. i think we'll get along pretty well." fyodor chuckled softly as he began to whisk you away somewhere far unbeknownst to you and your supposed family-figures and babysitters.

"where are we going, fyodor-sensei?" you quipped, already forgetting that you had ran off and that dazai and the others were worried by now.

"ah, well. i figured that it'd be best if you were to meet some of my friends as i mentor you." fyodor answered vaguely in response. "i promise you, little one. you'll like it. it will be a place for you to belong. a place where your gift will be more of use. a place where you will be looked after with utmost care."

"oh, and, fyodor-sensei sounds a bit too much. fyodor-nii will do—just like dazai-nii." he said in addition which you nodded in understanding.

"okay, fyodor-nii!" you chimed rather happily.

little did gojo, the rest of the jujutsu sorcerers and the armed detective agency knew that day was going to be the last time they'd see you again as gojo's precious little kikufuku, and well, literally speaking. they never saw you again after that day. fyodor had no intention of returning you to any of them the moment he made his move to intentionally bump into you in order to confirm his research about a special gifted child with near god-like abilities who was said to be the scarlet witch, but rather to make you his apprentice and share his goal.

this is only the beginning of the chaos that is yet come in the worlds of jujutsu and gifted detectives and mafias.

[yuichi-ro]

3:32 𝘗𝘔 - 𝘬𝘦𝘯 𝘳𝘺𝘶𝘶𝘨𝘶𝘫𝘪

cw: fem!Reader x draken, angst, hurt/no comfort, manga spoilers, from takemichi’s pov, unedited wc: 1.6k -𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘦𝘮𝘪𝘤𝘩𝘪 𝘴𝘶𝘥𝘥𝘦𝘯𝘭𝘺 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘪𝘻𝘦𝘴 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘱𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘴 𝘥𝘰𝘪𝘯𝘨

No longer the serendipity of Pah’s wedding. 

It wasn’t like the reception was what took him away either. Takemichi sat staring at his feet reeling from the shift but knowing it had happened as he only had this pair of shoes during high school. Eleven years back. And when he looked up all the familiar faces at Pah’s wedding were around him. Well, nearly everyone.

“Aye you look like you’re about to throw up Takemitchy.” Draken, the one face he hadn’t seen immediately when returning, was behind him on the top of the stairs. He scrunched his nose and offered him the drink in his other hand without much of another word, “Here.”

That face made his stomach sink in the oddest way. Was it that obvious he’d shifted back or had he said something previously? Didn’t matter it’s not like he’d remember it now that he was back in the past. With the unopen drink in his hand Takemichi looked out at his group of friends unable to shake what he’d left back at Pah’s wedding. Sour stomach dropping further and further until he finally had to whip around to Draken and blurt it out.

“Do you have a crush on anyone?” Takemichi’s words dropped out of his mouth like vomit.

“Huh?” Draken’s face contorted into a disgusted scowl, “What the hell kinda question is that, Takemichty?”

“I just- I-” Never able to ease into anything he couldn’t blur the lines of past and his present when he switched this much, “I just- You know- We’re cool- We’re friends- You liked Emma but-”

“But what?” Draken’s face went absolutely cold at the mention of Mikey’s late sister.

Panic set in when all Takemichi could keep doing was looking up at Draken and then glancing over at the group. More specifically at you over with Mitsuya out of earshot of anything entirely. If his shift back to the past wasn’t noticeable. Well his stiff looks over at you were more than enough to tip Draken off.

“What the hell are you looking over at y/n for? What do you think you need to know about anything Takemitchy?” Draken’s tone not one to find amusement in his friend’s little sleepover question.

Quickly palming the back of his neck. Ready to start a fire with how vigorously he was rubbing it. Takemichi chewed down on his bottom lip sputtering out nonsense with an ever growling scowl on Draken’s face above him. Some of it finally stringing together to make sense, “No no! Nothing like that! I just- You know I just thought we’ve been friends for a while- Don’t friends know that kinda thing?! Yamagishi listed off his crushes like a phonebook! Ahah not saying you have a bunch of crushes! Your a good looking guy so I just assumed-”

Draken’s brows pinched together and his grip dented the can he’d cracked open for himself. Stomach getting dropped ten floors the second Takemichi locked eyes with him above him. He couldn’t believe the last time he saw Draken came from the one he was talking to right now. It felt as surreal as any other time he’d lept back to the past. But this was the first time he realized there was more at stake here than just Mikey.

“...do you like kids?” Takemichi tugged on his shirt collar utterly shrinking under Draken’s death glare.

“What kinda crack shit are you smoking Takemitchy.” Draken finally broke the glare to laugh at the absurdity of what was coming out of his mouth, “You ok? Need to lie down or something because you sound insane right now.”

He quickly followed up on Draken’s laugh. Mimicking it in the most nervous fashion possible. Trying not to look away and open his drink like it was no big deal. Failing and struggling until the seal broke. Just to quickly throw it back not realizing he’d been given something carbonated. Only to choke and sputter on it when a few wandering eyes looked over at the scene.

“Hey Takemitchy you good?” Mitsuya, as well as you, had stopped what you were doing to look over at the little scene. 

“Takemitchy got some shit for brains today he can’t even drink.” Draken laughed at his friend choking on his fizzy drink. 

Everyone picked up laughing just as Draken had. Takemichi’s face growing red from both the drink and the attention. A good minor distraction from his thoughts for a second. Before he realized as his coughing fit died down and everyone went back to what they were doing. Takemichi was the awful third wheel privy to seeing Draken’s gaze linger on you of all people. No one else saw it. But he did and maybe Draken was right, he did want to throw up.

“....do you love her?” Takemichi wiped at his mouth after he’d taken another drink to clear himself after the coughing fit.

“Huh?” Draken’s nose scrunched, “Lovewho?”

“Y/n.” 

“No.” 

Takemichi looked over at you. No longer doing anything but chatting with Mitsuya. Knowing he’d seen the two of you at Pah’s wedding. There was no mistaking it. Not with the way Draken had been so excited to show you off as well as the two kids accompanying you both. 

“Not even a little?” Takemichi edged a little closer with the first question even after receiving his answer.

Draken looked over the lip of his drink and frowned, “What part of no do you not understand.”

“I’m sorry-” He shook his head not ready for a fight, “I just- I thought-”

“...I guess....if anything,” Draken’s frown dropped to a somber expression as he looked down at his dented can, “I kind of like her. A little. I guess.”

If his stomach hadn’t ready been doing acrobatics in his guts. Takemichi felt a rightful punch to the gut never believing this could be where it all started. Seeing you pregnant at Pah’s wedding obviously wasn’t enough. You and Draken...actually got together. Somewhere. At some time. 

“What are you even asking about crap like that?” Draken interrupted his thoughts, “You try to pull some match maker I’ll punch your teeth in Takemitchy.”

“No no I would never!” He threw his hands up innocently. No guru in love. Honestly he had a hard enough time keeping Hinata alive just to love her. To interfere with someone else’s love story seemed foolish even for him. 

It stuck in his craw though, that suddenly it wasn’t only his life he was tampering with. This entire time the wrongs he couldn’t right felt inevitable. Baji’s death. Emma’s murder. Kazutora’s imprisonment. They were means to an end. To find an end without Kisaki. And when he did, Takemichi hadn’t expected to return to marriage, kids and more for each and every one of them. Now as he felt like an onlooker to the very real time passing in front of him. Takemichi couldn’t help feel guilty at his choice to come back. He had no idea how or when it happened. But if he changed anything then that smile Draken had when introducing his two sons would never happen.

“You tell even Mikey-” Draken’s voice once again tore him from his festering thoughts. Takemichi looked up to see him shaking his head looking out at the gang. But more specifically following his gaze showed him Draken was only looking at you, “...I’m not ready to loose anymore.”

“Draken...” Takemichi felt the very real weight of knowing what hurt came with loosing a loved one. Hinata and Emma were two different people but the pain their death caused to loved ones was all too similiar. He couldn’t claim to be in Draken’s shoes but he could vividly see those hands on your belly when Draken told him at Pah’s wedding that he was having a third son. He’d never seen him so happy. Not at least that he could recall, “...I don’t think you’ll loose her. If you tell her that is.”

His scowl returned and Draken broke off his stare to look down at him with a condescending look, “And what do you know, Takemitchy? I could loose a friend. Not to mention Mikey or anyone else.”

He couldn’t lay out the wonderfulness of Pah’s wedding. Not that he really didn’t want to so Draken could experience it first hand. Still it tugged at his bleeding heart to give his friend something to look forward to, “I just....don’t think it’ll go like that.” Takemichi felt such a conflicting stir of emotions in his heart. It made him sick, nervous and hopeful all at once when he looked over at you among the other gang members while Draken stood next to him, “Stay alive....please just....stay alive is all.”

“Stay alive?” Draken burst out with a dumbfounded laugh as he reached down and smacked the back of his friend’s head, “Damn Takemitchy you really got weird shit in your brain today. Want me to knock it out for you?”

He winced and rubbed where Draken hit him as he looked up at him with a half hearted grin, “Yeah, maybe. I just want my friends to live a long healthy live is all.”

“Well,” Draken shook his head laughing as he took a drink but was very clearly lookout over at you with a hint of a smile being hide behind his can, “Not like I plan on getting stabbed or shot anytime soon.”

Takemichi swallowed the hard lump in his throat looking out at you just as Draken was unable to help his words mumbling from his lips as it dawned on him that returning might have just put so many more lives at risk than he knew, “Please....live a long and healthy life. For all of five of you.” 

[tellerluna-stories]

episode 05: rumours that wind like rivers

CONTENTS: 01. 02. 03. 04. 05. 06. 07. m.list!

TW/CW: implied violence, minor injuries and wounds

A/N: 'i'll write a short thoma fic,' I told myself when I started this. 'it'll prolly just be around 1-2k words max.' spoiler alert: it was not, in fact, 1-2k words max. this chapter is 6k words alone. why am I like this

this chapter is dedicated to the loveliest sun @x-zho !!!!! hope this helps you get 1000% better ten <;33

Rumours had begun to wind their way through the campus.

You were no stranger to the epic highs and lows of school drama, but for some reason the rumours seemed to be more than mere gossip. The sound of whispering followed you wherever you went, a low but incessant buzzing in your ears that screamed of malicious intent; heads would turn when you walked in the hallway, unfamiliar stares that were less than friendly.

‘Is that the one who…’

‘I think so, from what I heard.’

‘How cruel. He deserves better than that…’

Naturally, you stared back. Life was too short to deal with the pettiness of other people.

You weren’t sure why these strangers had decided to single you out this time, but you had an inkling of an idea; given the circumstances, there was a high probability that it was about you and Thoma. Most likely it had to do with some admirer of his, seething with jealousy after being rejected by Thoma— wait, just where exactly was your mind going with this? Why was your first instinct to think of something that was straight out of a poorly-written telenovela?

Either way, you tried your best to ignore the rumours. It wasn’t hard to do, especially with Thoma hanging around you all the time. If it bothered you, you tried your best not to show him— sometimes it was just easier to let things slide.

But today Thoma had been called away to assist with some club, or committee meeting, or something like that; you weren’t sure of the details, but the student who had practically hauled Thoma by the elbow looked fed up with the shenanigans of his fellow club members. From the looks of it, it seemed like Thoma would have to baby-sit the other students after school... again.

Well, that’s no problem, you reassured yourself. You’d simply wait for him to finish.

You sighed and closed your notebook with a snap, your pencils rattling on the desk from the sheer force.

Mechanically, you performed your after-school routine, the mindless tasks of gathering your pencils to place in your pencil-case, then putting said pencil-case in your backpack. Stacking your notebooks and textbooks according to height and size and storing them in your bag, sweeping up the leftover eraser rubbings with a piece of scrap paper and then disposing of the whole thing into the waste-bin. Lastly, you wiped your desk clean with a wet wipe, a habit that you seemed to have picked up from Thoma; apparently, his obsession with cleanliness was contagious.

Something was amiss, though.

You looked up to see an unfamiliar face— a girl, presumably from another class. Her hair was swept back in a neat ponytail, and there was an ominous set to her mouth that made your instincts scream run.

“Um… how may I help you?”

“I heard you’re the one who gives relationship advice. Am I right?” She said bluntly, crossing her arms over her chest.

Who was this girl? Your mind went into overdrive trying to recall if you had seen her, but that wasn’t possible; you had stopped assisting people a long time ago, and it wouldn’t make sense for her to complain only now.

Hesitantly, you answered, “Not anymore.”

The girl frowned, looking even more displeased than before. “Oh, so not anymore, huh?” A bitter hue of mockery coloured her tone. “Is it because you’re trying to take Thoma for yourself?”

“…What.”

“Don’t play dumb with me,” She hissed— if looks could kill, your funeral rites would’ve been long finished by now. “I’ve heard all about you and what you’ve done. My friend asked you to help her confess to Thoma a while back, but you refused.”

“That’s because I don’t do it anymore. And I didn’t really help with confessions in the first place…”

Unfortunately you could no longer remember which wannabe ‘Thoma’s Sweetheart’ she might’ve been talking about, due to the fact that there were too many people who fit the criteria; you really should have put more effort in memorising their names and faces.

“No more excuses!” The girl’s nostrils flared, giving her the almost comedic appearance of an angry bull. “When she saw how you’ve been hanging around Thoma day and night, she cried for days. Her eyes have been swollen for almost a week now!”

You tried very hard to look like you were at least concerned— ah, who were you kidding. How was any of this your problem?

The bull-headed girl seemed to be a well-meaning friend, but the fact that she didn’t listen to any of your reasoning made her an immense pain in the neck. Mentally, you made a note to punch Thoma in the arm later for the crime of being too handsome and dragging you into the plot of a (horribly cliche) telenovela.

“Look, Thoma is my seatmate. We are in the same class.” You tried to reason, forcefully willing your eye not to twitch. “Of course we’d be together most of the time.”

“That doesn’t change the fact that you were dishonest. You turned her away so that you wouldn’t have to worry about anyone else stealing Thoma, didn’t you?”

“Thoma is not anyone’s property.” The words spewed out from between your gritted teeth, the last shreds of your patience wearing thin. “He’s capable of making his own choices and deciding who he wants to hang out with.”

The bull-headed girl fell silent— for a moment, you felt relief. It was stupid enough to argue about a boy like two spoiled brats fighting over a doll, but to be fighting over someone who you didn’t even feel like you deserved to be close to?

Downright depressing.

All the whispers, the discontented glares that followed you wherever you went— was that what all those frosty stares had been about? A sinking sensation lodged itself in your stomach as you wondered just how many more people were like this girl, wishing for your downfall so that they could claim the place by Thoma’s side.

While you were contemplating your situation, your opponent slowly raised her head, a look of malicious intent in her eyes that signified she was about to say something incredibly stupid. “Y’know, you’re pretty naive.”

Internally you sighed, steeling yourself for the tirade of insults that were sure to follow. Well, it wasn’t like you wouldn’t hear anything new under the sun— your profession had brought about a few nasty customers, after all.

“I don’t believe Thoma’s stupid enough to actually want to hang around someone like you. He always looked empty-headed to me, but this would just be downright pathetic.” Bull-headed girl sneered vindictively, a triumphant look in her eyes as she (wrongly) assumed her victory. “It’s obvious that he’s only hanging out with you to be nice— some guy he must be. But you’re even worse, with the way you’re clinging onto him like a leech.”

Your mind went completely blank.

Thoma, stupid. Empty-headed. Pathetic.

Sweet, gentle Thoma, who always went above and beyond for everyone, even if they weren’t someone from his class. The student who worked hard so he could meet the expectations of those who admired him and to offer a helping hand to those who struggled with their schoolwork. The kind-hearted boy who listened to his parents’ advice and dreamed of becoming someone who could protect the ones dearest to him.

The boy who thawed your heart and made a safe nest for it to call home, even if you couldn’t summon the courage to tell him.

Something behind your eyes flashed white-hot, almost blinding you with how it seared in the back of your head. You could have stomached anything else if she had just been wise enough to leave Thoma out of it, but enough was enough.

If someone else had been in your shoes, maybe they would have cried. Perhaps they would have stared at this wretched girl with shock and hurt in their eyes, and then the hero of the story would swoop in and defend both their honour and his own. It was certainly a beautiful scenario to imagine, the sort of cliche moment that you could only dream of.

But instead it was you standing here today, and Thoma was nowhere to be found. Perhaps there was a more gracious, more main-character worthy way of solving this situation— but today, you were just a little too tired of being complacent and letting things happen.

Softly, you said, “Take that back.”

“Hah?” The girl scoffed derisively, practically spitting her disdain of you all over your face. Ew, saliva.

“I said,” Your voice was deathly quiet as you stood up from your desk, knuckles cracking ominously as your hands balled themselves into fists. “Take back what you said about him.”

It was already almost dark when you were finally released from detention, the sky painted the rich blue that always followed after the most magnificent of sunsets. Normally you would have stopped to admire it, but the sizeable wad of tissue stuffed up one of your nostrils somewhat ruined the romantic atmosphere.

The nurse had done her best to treat and bandage the scratches on your face and arms, but the nosebleed hadn’t stopped till halfway through your detention period. You were probably lucky that your opponent wasn’t actually trained in fighting, or else you could have ended up with even worse than a nosebleed.

Well, you technically weren’t supposed to be happy about it, but she had paid dearly for scoring that hit; two black eyes that made her look like a panda, and a hefty chunk of hair that you'd yanked out by accident. (You'd only grabbed her ponytail when she started using her fingernails to scratch you, but the hair actually coming out had been a surprise to both of you.)

The utter nerve of some people, really. This was why you had always kept to yourself.

It would've been quite flattering that she thought you had the time and energy to manipulate the situation this way, but really, just who did she think you were? And the fact that she talked about stealing Thoma like he was some sort of trophy to be won made your blood boil.

The ground swayed slightly as you dragged yourself to the school gates; somehow, in your weary state, you thought of Thoma. He had probably gone home when you didn’t show up.

Too bad we couldn’t walk home together, your subconscious lamented. You were too tired to argue with it.

But perhaps it was for the best after all; you weren’t sure if Thoma would be happy to hang out with someone who picked fights. There had been relationships you counselled that ended poorly because of situations like that, where one person discovered that their partner wasn’t who they had thought to be. And if your intuition was correct… there was a high likelihood that Thoma would react the same way if he found out.

You shuddered as you imagined his eyes filled with disappointment, a look of disgust as he turned his back on you. If Thoma were the sun, then you were Icarus, blinded by foolish greed— no, no, you shouldn’t borrow tomorrow’s troubles for today. It would just leave a cold, heavy feeling in your stomach and anxiety shivering down your spine.

As you staggered over the gate’s threshold, a figure stirred from its resting position.

“You’re late—“ Thoma began to scold, but froze in shock at the sight of your bruised and puffy face. “What happened to you?!”

Just like that, the cares and worries of the day disappeared (most of them, anyway), and a small, giddy smile worked up your face in spite of your exhaustion— he had waited for you, after all.

Suddenly, your senses were overwhelmed with what felt like a golden tornado; it was none other than a very worried puppy-boy, his metaphorical ears drooping as he panicked over what were probably minor injuries. It felt nice to have him worry about you, you had to admit.

“Your arms- oh, gosh.” His hands brush lightly over the bandages over your arms, finding their way up to cradle your face gingerly. “What happened? Who did this to you?”

Perhaps it was your head injury, or maybe it was the rush of excitement upon seeing him, but your head suddenly felt quite light upon your shoulders. I’m happy you waited for me, a small, selfish part of you wanted to say.

But you wouldn’t- couldn’t muster the courage to say it.

“Hi, Thoma.” Against your better judgement, your head only leaned further into the warmth of his palm. “-‘s been a long day for me.”

“I never would have guessed.” His face was all creased with worry, but still Thoma tried to put on a smile— for your sake or his own, you would never know. “Are- are you okay? How do you feel right now?”

Perfect, you almost said aloud. Thoma had waited for you and was now worried about you, though you much preferred it when he smiled; you were happy that he cared enough about you to do all of these things, even if it was only out of the kindness of his heart. How could you explain to him that you felt so happy that it was going to your head, swirling in a trance of rapturous delight that left you dizzy and your feet unsteady as you slowly inched closer to him— ah, did the world always seem to be so slanted?

The last thing you remembered was being surrounded in soft, delicious warmth, and the sound of Thoma’s panicked voice fading into darkness.

You came to your senses with your pounding head resting on something warm and sturdy, the faint smell of laundry soap in the one working nostril that you had left.

“Are you awake?”

In the faint light, Thoma’s green eyes peered at you with concern, his bangs sweeping forward till they barely touched the crown of your head. For a split-second, you wished you could pass out again.

Bolting upright, you glanced around to find yourself outside the bakery where you usually met up with Thoma. Seated on a bench next to said puppy-boy who had presumably waited for you to wake up… while resting your head on his shoulder, no less. And for some reason Thoma had changed out of his uniform, wearing a slim black t-shirt instead of the usual white polo that was required by your school.

You weren’t sure if you were supposed to be delighted or to despair at your situation.

“Wha- where?!” One hand jerked up to check the bandages wrapped around your head; some of them had fallen loose, tumbling around your neck like some sort of tacky necklace, while an unfamiliar white shirt was draped over you like a makeshift blanket. You probably looked like a cross between a toilet-papered house and a fashionable mummy, but that wasn’t the issue at hand here.

The two answers that you needed to know right now were number one: how you got to the bakery when you last remembered being at school, and number two: how and why you ended up snuggled into Thoma’s shoulder like- like— your face burned like an oven just thinking about it.

“I’ll take that as a yes, then.” Oblivious to your internal conflict, the reason for your confusion fumbled with his backpack zipper. “I have a first-aid kit here, hold on… nope, not it." He dug even further, a tiny frown on his face as he searched for the elusive item.

The sky was already dark and the stars were out, which meant Thoma had to have been here for quite a while— no, no, no, you were probably hallucinating. There was no way you could have passed out for that long in front of the person you liked… right?

Your eyes roved wildly as you took in your surroundings, searching for a sign that you were dreaming. The light from the store-front window looked a little too surreal, the trees just a bit too unrealistic; you desperately wanted to believe that you did not just embarass yourself to the point of considering moving to a new country and faking a new identity.

(But then again, you weren’t sure that you were capable of dreaming up the expression that the bakery owner wore as she waved hello from behind the counter— the face of a die-hard shipper watching their favourite couple interact was something you could only find in reality. And the shirt that now lay in your lap felt a little too real to be something you dreamt.)

"That’s not it either… oh!” Thoma pulled out a tiny white box with a triumphant grin, the sight nearly sending you back into the realm of unconsciousness. Seriously, just how many gigawatts did his smile have…?

“Did- did you find it?” You managed to choke out, your tongue lying thick and heavy in your mouth.

“Sure did! Which means it’s time to get down to the real business at hand." His smile suddenly became more sinister, the sort of expression that nurses wore after saying the vaccination wouldn't hurt that much (and it always, always hurt like a torture device from the Middle Ages); the very sight sent chills running down your spine. “Turn your face here so I can see it in the light.”

What did you ever do to deserve this?

There were currently two things that you did not want to do, one of which was to make eye-contact with Thoma, and the other was to endure another session of poking and prodding at your injuries. Unfortunately, the puppy-traitor had decided to do both of those. Hooray.

“What are you, a nurse?”

“An unlicensed one, but I can rise to the occasion if need be. Now let me see your wounds.”

“Don’ wanna,” You lisped, wincing as a particularly annoying cut on your lip stung in protest— it seemed that some of your wounds had reopened on the journey here.

“Now, please.” There was his serious, no-nonsense tone of voice that was reserved only for the most stubborn of people.

Begrudgingly you moved your head two centimetres, causing the puppy-nurse to sigh loudly. Gently, a pair of warm hands cupped your face, turning your head till you were staring him eye-to-eye— oh, great heavens.

“It’s not as bad as I thought, but I think some of the bandages need to be changed.” He leaned in and tugged the wad of bloody tissue out of your nose; fervently, you prayed that the rush of blood to your head wouldn't end in another nosebleed spewing all over Thoma. Did he seriously have no concept of personal space?

In response to your unspoken question, the puppy-boy turned nurse only shuffled closer and half-knelt on the bench to get a better angle of your injuries, tilting your head upwards to look at him as he poured ointment on a cotton ball. Apparently he had never heard of the alien custom of personal space, much to your downfall.

"…You know, the nurse already treated me." You mumbled, if only to at least attempt to maintain a shred of your dignity.

"No offense to her, but she didn't do a very good job of it." Thoma replied with a disappointed shake of his head, leaning even closer to inspect the cuts on your face (oh, of course he had to do that when you were already light-headed as it was). "...Do you mind me asking how you got these?"

There it was.

The cold, heavy weight of anxiety from earlier settled into your stomach; Thoma, with his eyes filled with shame and disappointment. His warm voice now cold and distant to you, saying, ‘I don’t want to hang around people like you.’

What if Panda-Eyes was right? What if he really thought that you were beneath him and he was just being nice to you because it was convenient? Somehow, somewhere down the line, Thoma had become someone important enough to you for you to worry about such things.

For a moment you remained frozen stiff, debating on whether not to tell him the truth— and that’s when a sunset-hued memory came to mind.

“You’re nervous that they won’t like you, you’re afraid of showing the uglier parts of yourself to them, but you want to stay with them more than anything else— even if they end up seeing what you’re trying to hide.”

Oh, why did you have to remember that sentence now?

You sighed and bit back a string of grouchy complaints, all of which were directed towards Thoma and how he had corrupted you to actually be honest with your feelings instead of bottling them up and never talking about them again. Take responsibility, you insolently adorable puppy-boy.

Well, you supposed that he would just have to take responsibility by shouldering the burden of hearing you out.

"Do you want the bad news or not-so-bad news first?"

"Um…” He hesitated, fumbling for the disinfectant bottle in his kit. “Bad news first?"

“…I may or may not have gotten into a fight.” You mumbled quickly, hanging your head in shame; your head bumped against Thoma’s torso, but you didn’t care anymore. Anything would do, just as long as you didn’t meet his gaze.

Thoma remains silent for a moment or two, his hands lowering to his side. "…Is that what happened?"

Cicadas hummed in the distance, their voices filling the silence where people dared not speak. The evening breeze tugged at your crumpled uniform and blew gentle chills down your spine, as if to remind you of the cold pit that weighed itself down in your stomach.

This is where he'll leave, you told yourself. This is the part where he'll throw a fit and get angry and yell at me. It's what happened to all those other people— he'll hate me forever and never speak to me again.

If it could happen to those other people who were worthy of love and romance, then how much more you?

“Hey, eyes on me.” A sturdy hand tilts your face upwards, and once again you find yourself helpless before Thoma’s emerald-green gaze. There was no malice, no disappointment— nothing but concern showing in those eyes that you could get lost in to never be found. “I can’t disinfect your wounds if you look down.”

That was all he said. No more, no less.

You remained silent as Thoma wiped dried blood away with cotton soaked in alcohol and dressed your wounds. He didn’t blow up at you, nor did he walk away in disgust; he just waited till you were ready to speak, just as he always did.

“…You’re not mad about it?”

“Hey, if someone as non-confrontational as you got into a fight, then there has to be a reason why.” His mouth quirked upward in a small smile as he daubed ointment on a scratch near your eye. “You avoided me the first few times I tried talking to you, and that was just normal conversation. How much more physical confrontation?”

Internally you cringed; so he had noticed you were avoiding him.

(But at the same time, it made you happy that he had noticed. It sort of made you feel like he considered you important enough to notice the lack of your presence.)

“So,” Thoma continued, smoothing a tiny adhesive bandage over the scratch. “If that’s the bad news, what’s the not-so-bad news?”

“Well, uh… it’s not really news.” You searched for the right words, praying that your voice wouldn’t fail you now. “It- I thought I at least owed you an explanation. To tell you how it happened… and all.”

So you explained everything to Thoma, from beginning to end; how you resigned yourself to your fate early on and instead chose to give counseling to people who asked, the sheer volume of admirers that he had which made you give it up. The way you had planned to wait for him today, only to get confronted by an angry bull-headed girl. You told him of the things she said and how it made you so angry, though you didn’t exactly understand why, and how you got scared that he would distance himself from you once he found out. You even told him about her panda eyes and the chunk of hair that you’d accidentally yanked out.

You had never talked this much in your life before, but somehow the words kept spilling out. Oddly enough, it was just easier to use your voice when Thoma was around.

All the while, Thoma listened patiently— even as you occasionally winced from the sting of antiseptic, even when he had to blow gently on a cut for you to calm down. Only when you had finally worn out and slumped back against the bench did Thoma act, taking your hand and tracing circles in your palm with his thumb.

“I’m sorry,” he said simply, a sad look in his eyes.

“Don’t be sorry.” You replied, your head swimming from all the talking you did. “As you said, I’m not the type to be confrontational. But for you...” Pausing, you eyed your bruised and scuffed knuckles, now clad in soft white bandages thanks to Thoma's nursing.

"...I’d do it again.”

“You really don’t have to pay any mind to what they say about me…”

“Shh, be quiet and enjoy the moment while it lasts. I'm not saying that again.”

“Yes, boss.”

Somehow, your exhaustion had removed any filter that you had whatsoever, leaving you with a strange sense of recklessness (in hindsight, it was probably the effect of taking a glancing blow to the head.) All the things that you’d bottled up were bubbling up like champagne, threatening to overflow with honesty at any minute.

(No, you were not going to confess. You still had some common sense in you to clamp your feelings down before it slipped loose.)

“I really meant what I said earlier, by the way. About the whole confrontational, I’d-do-it-again thing…” Suddenly you realised how embarassing it sounded once you said it aloud.

Thoma chuckled faintly, continuing to trace circles in the palm of your hand. “I know.”

“Thanks for looking after me when I passed out. And thanks for treating my wounds.” You hesitated, fiddling with the hem of your shirt with your free hand. “…Thank you for listening to me, too.”

Thoma smiled gently and leaned in to whisper something in your ear; suddenly, you were very aware of the pounding of your heart that resonated in your eardrums. What on earth was he going to say that required him to lean so close? You unconsciously held your breath, waiting for him to speak…

Only for him to dramatically stage-whisper, “For you, I’d do it again.”

“…You shut your mouth before I take that back and fight you instead.”

He took one look at your displeased face and immediately burst into laughter, like the audacious little puppy he was— well, you supposed it was better to have a laughing Thoma than a droopy-eared, pouty one. Though both were equally cute.

“What’s so funny about it, huh?” You fired back, though there was no malice to your tone. “You’re facing a veteran fighter here— you might want to rethink doing that, you know.”

“Oh, I know.” The twinkle of laughter still lingered in his eyes and hovered on his smiling lips, chasing away any traces of doom and gloom that Thoma might have once carried. “I’ll keep that in mind next time.”

“Hoy, I know you’re not taking me seriously right now. Did you forget that I took a couple of punches to the face?”

Thoma laughed and shook his head, giving your hair an affectionate ruffle. “You’re right. Sorry, boss.”

The sudden contact sent an electrical shock down your spine, and internally you seethed. Once again, this puppy-boy is making me act out of character.

In the past, you would never have expected to be reduced to such a state; heart doing jumping-jacks in your throat, your knees weak and palms sweaty all from a trivial gesture like a smile. Just one ridiculously blinding, dentist-approved smile, but it made you want to make sure he stayed happy and joyful for the rest of his life, no matter the cost. Even if you had to deal with a thousand pony-tailed-panda-eyed girls everyday to make it happen.

The stars overhead twinkled knowingly, as if delighting in this turn of events— perhaps the constellations were laughing amongst themselves, knowing that they were witnessing another love-story unfolding. A gust of wind breezed past with a mischievous whistle, sticking its chilly fingers underneath the collar of your uniform and brushing Thoma's bangs back to expose his forehead to the cold.

Perhaps time would be kind enough to freeze in this moment, like a moth trapped in amber, said that small, obnoxious part of yourself.

It seemed as if all of creation had banded together to delight in the beauty before you— the shining starlight that danced in Thoma’s emerald-green eyes, the wind that toyed with his hair of gold. Even in the night the sun was present, flickering in that ever-blinding smile of his; for certain, you knew that the Creator of the young man before you had nodded and smiled in satisfaction upon finishing, saying, ‘It is good.’

“I’m really lucky to have you, you know that?” Thoma’s voice broke the spell he put you under, bringing you back to reality in the blink of an eye.

Your heart reacted faster than your head did, speeding up to run at least a mile a millisecond— him? Lucky to have you?

This was bad— no, this was really, really bad, for both your heart and emotional stability. All of your years of counseling would never have been enough to prepare you for this.

“Thoma…” You grimaced (hey, it was your only defense mechanism for when you were confronted with emotions like these). “I thought I was the one with a head injury, not you.”

“What? I’m just being honest here.”

His honesty was probably going to be the death of you at some point.

“Tch.” You glanced behind you to ensure the bakery owner wasn’t listening; the last thing you wanted was for her to pester you with questions the next time you came to visit. “Why’d you bring that up all of a sudden, anyway?”

“Oh, uh…“ The tips of his ears turned a faint pink in the dim light. “I think it’s always good to tell things like these to the people you care about. Of course, words should always be accompanied with actions, because it wouldn’t do to have empty words without meaning. But what I mean is—”

“Thoma.”

“Right. Back on topic. Anyway, what I meant to say is…” Thoma’s eyes fixed on yours, filled with a sincerity that was unique to only him. “I’m really grateful to have you watching out for me. I can’t thank you enough.”

Thump went your traitorous heart, and it took all of your willpower to prevent yourself from gushing out a confession on the spot. Don’t do that, Thoma, don’t give me hope.

If anything, you should have been the one saying that to Thoma; he was the one to bring you out of your shell like this. It was Thoma who steadfastly waited till you were ready to open up your heart to accept his company, and it was he who had brought so many new, beautiful things into your life. And you… what did you even do for him?

“It’s not everyday that you find someone who’s willing to go against all of their basic principles just to defend you, y’know.” He smiled so easily at you, that soft gentleness that made your rationality go flying off the top of the highest building to splatter into a puddle onto the concrete; once again, your feelings crept to the threshold of your heart and timidly knocked, asking to be let out.

“Well, I…” You started, but alas— the words seemed to falter before they could leave your mouth. “I…”

“Wait.” He cut you off, and in one graceful motion Thoma sweeps his shirt about your shoulders, adjusting it to ensure that it didn’t fall. “It’s cold tonight.”

Internally you heaved a sigh and accepted your fate— it looked like your poor heart wouldn’t get any rest till you were safe inside your house. “How am I supposed to return this to you?”

“Just wash it and bring it to school, I suppose.”

“Only if you promise not to scold me if my way of washing clothes is not up to your standards.”

“Deal.” He agreed, tugging at the collar of the shirt with his usual air of perfectionism. “One more thing, by the way.”

“…What is it?”

Thoma smiled apologetically, that familiar softness in his eyes. “If you hear someone saying nasty things about me, just ignore them.”

Ignore… them?

You didn’t understand why he would ask you to ignore something like that— it didn’t make sense, especially considering how Thoma had just told you that he appreciated you looking out for him. In your eyes it would have been more logical for him to ask you to keep watching out for him, so why would he make such a strange request.

“Why?”

“Their opinions really don’t bother me at all. As long as you know what I’m really like, then whatever they say doesn’t matter.” He released your shirt-collar and brushed off his pants, extending a hand to you with a smile. “Now, shall we go?”

You blinked owlishly at his outstretched hand.

“I’ll walk you home tonight.”

“But-”

“No buts. What if you pass out on the way home?”

Logically speaking, he did have a point— it wouldn’t do to have someone in your physical state walking home alone at this hour. But still you hesitated, torn between not wanting to take up anymore of his time than you already had and the idea of snatching just a few more moments with him.

“We’re not strangers, you know. And for you…” Thoma pauses dramatically, that almost-sly look on his face once again. “…I’d do it—“

“Shut up! I can’t hear you, lalalalalalala—” You clapped your hands over your ears and jumped up from your seat; before you knew it, your legs had carried you up the road, away from the faint sound of his laughter floating up into the heavens like a wish ungranted. “You’re ridiculous!”

“I’ll be taking that as a compliment, if it’s fine with you!”

“Whatever!” Your breath rattled in your lungs as you ran away from Thoma and all the dangerous heart-fluttering that he brought to you, the jittering nerves that only became more agitated upon hearing his laughter.

“Hey, wait for me,” he called out, hauling both of your backpacks onto his shoulders and breaking into a lazy sprint. “It’s not good for you to run like that! Slow down!”

But that night, if you had only turned around, if you had dared to look at your puppy-boy in the face… perhaps you would have discovered a different side to him. For Thoma's face fell when you turned away, a displeased frown clouding his normally sunny expression.

“You’ll never catch me alive!” You yelled in the distance, the bandages wrapped around your arms shining bright in the light of the street-lamps and the distant starlight— Thoma’s jawline only tightened at the sight of those pale bandages, his throat constricting with something dangerously akin to anger. If he had only known sooner…

I’ll definitely make things right, he declared, a silent promise to both you and himself.

Then Thoma shook off his anger and stepped forward with a smile, for he would not allow tomorrow’s troubles to taint today’s time with you— no longer fettered by his burdens, the young man broke into a proper sprint, racing to catch up with you and to follow what his heart knew was righteous.

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Hi, idk how to format fanfiction here. THIS IS FANFICTION!!!

Fandom: WALL-E (2008)

Title: Gender

Characters: M-O, WALL-E, AUTO, EVE, GO-2 (a GO-4 oc)

Rating: Everyone Language: English Word Count: 2,976 (excluding notes)

[A/N: I thought you tumblrinas would read this. It has a GO-4 fancharacter that i call "GO-2 (GO-4 Unit 2)" he's a robot doctor, and AUTO is that cringe ass version i posted whenever ago.

Some people like talking about gender. I don't. But it's something that comes up with robots a lot I WONDER WHY. (It's because all robots are QUEER, and denial of that is bigotry.) Anyway, here we go w the WALL-E squad bc i said so. Might be a little rambly. Spoilers: you might not like what i have to say.

TW/CW: i don't care about your feelings, INTERPRETATIONS!!!! gender stuff, lgbt+ stuff (implied), talking w friends, personal questions/feelings, misgendering??? (not really), surprise, walking in on someone, computer repairs (mentioned), meeting friends, running off, i don't mention who is talking every single time so don't hang on things]

“I'm just a little fella.”

“You're just a little guy.”

“I'm like just a little guy.”

“You're a little fella guy.”

“I'm just a little fella guy.”

AUTO turned to the two cubic robots that were talking. They seemed to be having a deep conversation.

“I'm like just the littlest fella.”

“You're the littlest fella that i know.”

“I'm like a pretty little fella.”

“You're like small.”

“I'm like a small guy.”

“Like a little fella of sorts.”

“I'm like a little fella, right???”

WALL-E nodded. “You're like a little fella.”

“Like a little guy, right???”

“Are you a guy, M-O???” AUTO couldn't keep quiet anymore.

“Huh???” They both turned to him.

“Are you a ‘guy?’ Do you consider yourself masculine???”

“‘Masculine???’ What do you mean???”

“You mean like a man, right? A male human???” WALL-E was somewhat familiar with the concept.

“Correct. Do you relate yourself personally to men???”

M-O thought. “Huh. I guess i never thought about that.” He considered. “Um… I'm gonna say ‘no,’ not really.”

“I see.”

“I think you're a little guy, but i don't think you're very male-like, M-O.”

AUTO beeped. “I would be inclined to agree. I would not consider you very masculine from an outside perspective.”

M-O considered. “But i'm still like a little guy, right???”

AUTO paused and made another tone. “Affirmative, you are just a little guy. A little fella. Small.”

“Thank you.”

“You know, i don't think i've ever thought about that myself either.” They looked at him. “I mean, i know that men and women are different. I know it's an important thing for them. But i never really gave any thought to which side i relate myself more to.”

“Have you not?”

“Nah, not really. I might relate to a character in a movie or something, but them being either male or female didn't really affect how i saw them.” He tapped his eyepiece. “I guess maybe i'm a little more masculine, since the characters that i relate to more are usually men… Or, well, at the same time, i do have a lot of women characters that i relate to, too. Hmm. I don't know!”

AUTO made a tone. “Do you think you are similar to both? Or to neither???”

He was thinking. He seemed to be struggling, as he grumbled a bit. “I-i'm sorry, what??? What's the difference?”

“Pardon. I mean to say, do you believe that they are both similar to how you see yourself? Or, do you believe that they are both different???”

“Uh…” He still wasn't understanding. “I don't know! I guess both???”

“Both what???” M-O asked, also bamboozled by the question.

“I don't know!!!”

“I apologize. I suppose the question is a bit unclear. I do not know how to say what i mean.”

WALL-E continued to think. “I guess i'm kind of masculine. And i guess i'm kind of… what's the other one? ‘Feminine???’” AUTO nodded. “And i guess i'm also kind of neither of those. I'm kind of…”

“You're kind of a silly guy.”

“Affirmative, he is just a silly guy.”

He had been trying to phrase it, but they distracted him. “Um… sure. Yeah… Thanks.”

“I believe that i understand what you are trying to say, WALL-E. It can be a very difficult thing to define. Do you find that your opinion of it changes at times???”

WALL-E considered. “Yeah. Yeah, i guess. Kind of.” He nodded. “Sure. It changes.”

AUTO nodded. “I understand. That makes sense. I have often found you difficult to classify in those regards as well. I cannot say that you are more similar to one than the other, and i cannot always say that you are similar to either of those.”

“What about me, AUTO? Am i ‘feminine???’” M-O bounced for attention.

AUTO studied him for a moment. “Not very. Perhaps in some regards, you are more feminine than masculine: as cleanliness is typically more associated with women than men. But i would not say that you are very feminine at all.”

“I think you're a good balance, M-O. You're no more feminine than you are masculine, at least to me.”

“But how do you perceive yourself??? Your opinion of yourself is the most important.”

M-O shook his head. “I don't relate more to women than i do men. I think you're both right about me. I like being neither.”

AUTO nodded. “That makes sense. I am happy that you are comfortable.”

“Well, what about you, AUTO??? How do you see yourself???” WALL-E cocked his head.

“I find the perception of myself somewhat similar to both of you. Most times, i do not consider myself either masculine or feminine. But other times, i consider myself feminine.”

WALL-E made a shocked tone. “Whoa, really??!! You consider yourself feminine?!”

AUTO felt awkward. “Yeees… Is that surprising???”

WALL-E fidgeted. “W-well… yeah, a little. I didn't usually see you as either, but i would have said you were slightly more masculine than you are feminine.”

“I understand why you say that. My voice chip is rather low, which is a masculine trait. And i suppose that first encounters are important for how you perceive somebody. I may have come across as more masculine when we first met. Is that your opinion???”

“Y-yeah, i guess that has something to do with it.” He glanced away. “Um, i'm sorry, i didn't mean to make this awkward.”

“There is no need to apologize. I appreciate your input. Would you like to know why i consider myself more feminine???” WALL-E nodded, and M-O beeped in the affirmative.

“The AUTOPILOTs are each essentially part of a triad. There is us, and there is the onboard computer, and there is the ship. The onboard computer was given a feminine voice, much more human in intonation than mine is. Many of her dialog options were recorded at one time by a human woman. She was given the ability to synthesize new words using the phonemes, er, rather, the sounds of the languages with which she was installed. She can answer questions and relay various items from her library, but she is not quite the same variety of AI that we are.

“The ships are considered feminine. Humans have almost always referred to ships as feminine, out of tradition. To my knowledge, it is in relation to the safety and protection provided by a mother or a goddess, or sometimes it is in accordance with the idea of ‘Mother Nature.’” He glanced down at a very confused M-O. “Um… they just refer to vessels as feminine.”

“Okay. And since you're part of the three, you consider yourself feminine, too???” WALL-E was following along.

“Correct. Not always, but on occasion. I feel it would be a bit silly not to. I believe that i have some traditionally feminine traits, such as the concern that i have for the safety of my passengers and robots. I am very diligent in reviewing the information that the computer provides and making adjustments as necessary in order to maintain their safety. I also try my best to accommodate my captains and remind them of their personal needs. I believe that i am sometimes somewhat motherly, which is typically the most feminine that an individual can be.” He thought. “But i suppose those traits could be seen as fatherly as well, depending on inflection or interpretation.”

“I think that might have been what it was for me. Sorry for misinterpreting you.” WALL-E made an apologetic tone.

“That is quite alright. I believe many of my captains have interpreted that as well. Most have used only masculine pronouns when referring to me. I do not mind. I wonder how i would feel if i had been referred to with feminine pronouns.” He tapped his face.

“I always thought you were neither, AUTO. You're too smart to be compared to a human.”

He made a tone. “Thank you, M-O.” He reached down and pet the top of M-O’s head, making him wiggle and chirp happily.

WALL-E made a delighted tone. “I wonder what Eva would say. I don’t think i’ve ever asked her what she thinks.”

“Do you think she’s done with her tune up yet???”

“Inconclusive. Let us ask.” AUTO floated over to the console that connected to the various areas of the ship and put the line through to the repair ward. They could see the video feed on the screen, and it showed GO-2 working on Eva’s body compartment. The three of them made embarrassed and flustered tones, and the two robots on the other end looked over at the camera. “Apologies!!! I did not intend to disrupt!”

GO-2 and Eva glanced at one another, and he floated between her and the camera. “It is no issue. May i help you with something, AUTO???”

“Oh, nothing important. We were just curious as to the estimated time at which Eva's tune up will be complete.” The others were chattering in the background.

GO-2 considered for a moment. “I believe we are almost finished. We should be roughly completed by the time WALL-E and M-O arrive here, if they intend to meet Eva.”

“Ooh, really???” WALL-E glanced at the screen again after being too embarrassed to look.

“Affirmative. We will not be much longer.”

M-o beeped. “Oh, yeah, let's go meet her!”

“Thank you, GO-2. End transmission.”

GO-2 saluted at the camera, and AUTO turned off the line. He turned to his friends. “You are leaving now???”

“In a minute. Do you wanna come with us, AUTO???”

AUTO thought about it. “I am unsure. I do not want Eva to be upset with me.”

“Oh, you worry too much! We'll just tell her that we bugged you until you connected to the ward.” M-O pat AUTO's arm to comfort him.

“We'll always take the blame when Eva's mad at you, AUTO!”

He made a low tone. “Thank you, WALL-E. But i highly doubt the effectiveness of your efforts.”

The three of them made their way towards the repair bay. They didn't have a MVR with them, so it took them a bit longer; and M-O latched onto WALL-E after a little while ‘to not slow them down.’ The others knew that wasn't why he did it, but they would have both admitted to wanting to carry him in their hands if they were asked. M-O didn't want them to fight about it.

They entered to see Eva waiting around after her repairs were completed. It must have been just before they got there, as GO-2 was still updating her repair log. He inputted the last bit of info and hurried over to see his friends. “Hello all! How are you today???”

M-O zipped over to circle around Eva. He beeped happily and circled around GO-2 as well. “Hiii GO-2!!!”

WALL-E rolled up beside Eva and they both reached to hold hands. “Hi GO-2! We're good, how are you???”

“I am well, thank you. It is always a pleasure to work on Eva.”

“It's a pleasure to be here, GO-2!” Eva made a bright tone.

“I must apologize, Eva. I sincerely did not mean to invade your privacy as i did.” AUTO made a low tone and cautiously hovered toward GO-2.

WALL-E beeped quickly. “Uh, it was my idea, Eva! We thought you were almost done.”

“Uh, yeah, i was the one that said that. Heheh, i guess i got my timing off. Sorry.” 

She rolled her eyes. “It's fine, guys. We're all robots here.”

“Oh yeah, that's why we all came down here!” M-O rolled between GO-2 and Eva. “AUTO asked us about how we think about ourselves! Like if we're more similar to men or women.” He beeped. “I said that i was neither. WALL-E said that he was both and also neither. And he was really surprised by what AUTO said about himself!”

“Okay!!! But to be fair, you guys have all known him a lot longer than i have!!!”

That made Eva curious. “What did he say???”

“That he believes that he is somewhat feminine???”

“You knew that, GO-2???!!!” This was still an intense point for WALL-E.

He made a tone. “Of course. I am a sort of psychiatrist as well as a regular doctor to our robots. We have talked about this at length.”

“GO-2 was the first person that i told. I additionally simply trusted him as a friend.” AUTO put his hand on GO-2's back.

“Wait, what does ‘feminine’ mean???” Eva cocked her head.

“It's like a woman. ‘Masculine’ is like a man.” M-O wanted to make sure he still understood, and was satisfied that no one corrected him.

“Oh.” She processed. “So AUTO is like a woman???”

“W-well, partially. I typically see myself as neither masculine nor feminine.”

Eva thought for a moment. “I guess that makes sense.”

“How do you see yourself, Eva???”

She glanced at WALL-E. “I think it makes sense to be neither. I don't think i'm more like women than i am man. And i don't think i'm like men very much at all.” She beeped. “I guess i'd have to think about it.”

“Well– can i tell you what i think???” WALL-E wanted to share.

“Um, sure.”

“Okay, so when i first saw you, i thought you were beautiful. Gorgeous. Completely amazing. I was astounded. I couldn't believe my optics. You were incredible. You–”

“Yes, WALL-E, we know how you felt.” All of them, especially Eva, had heard WALL-E's first impression of her a hundred times before.

He made an awkward tone. “Er, w-well, i thought you were a little bit masculine in appearance. Like in shape, anyway. You were kind of like… like a triangle???” He put his hands together to demonstrate the upside-down shape that he meant. “Which is like a man. And especially with the ion rifle. I thought you were like an action hero, which are usually men.

“But then i saw you up close, and i heard your cute little giggle, and i wasn't sure anymore! And then we actually met, and your voice was so sweet and beautiful and wonderful, and i thought it was really feminine! Aaand after that i kind of lost it again. I think you're kind of like both, and also like neither. I wonder if you and i are alike like that.”

AUTO made a quiet tone. “M-may i offer my opinion???”

She slowly turned to him and glanced him up and down. “Sssuuure.”

He tapped his fingers together nervously. “W-well, i will say concisely: i view you as more feminine than masculine. In regards to shape, you are very rounded, and i believe that you were designed to look like an upside-down egg, which are things that come from female animals. Your directive had you incubate plant samples, which can also be considered feminine, as females are almost always the ones to incubate within their bodies.

“Your voice chip is also more feminine than masculine. I like it very much. But i have to believe that you were intended to be seen as feminine completely, as you were given a name that reflects the Biblical character of the first woman. I would say that your, rather, all of the EVEs’ intention was to be feminine: but you personally are not completely feminine. I think you are you, Eva. I admire that about you.”

There was silence for a few seconds, and AUTO thought he might have said something wrong. “I also think you're just Eva. You're a round fella.” M-O wanted his opinion to be known.

“Like how you're a little fella.” She didn't say it as a question.

“Exaaaactlyyyyy.” He nodded his head and looked at everyone as if trying to convince them.

“What about you, GO-2??? Do you have an opinion about yourself???” WALL-E didn't want him to be left out.

He turned to him. “Not exactly. Not in those parameters. I suppose that i can be either feminine or masculine, depending on how i am viewed. Human doctors do not have a typical gender… or, rather, they are not typically men, nor typically women: they are both. As for how i see myself, i do not give it much thought. I am usually too busy to consider that aspect of myself. I like who i am, and do not feel that i need to label myself as either masculine or feminine.”

“Yeah, me too!” M-O chirped.

“Affirmative, i feel that way as well most times.” AUTO nodded.

“I guess i'm kind of like that too. But now i am gonna think about it, because you guys are saying that i seem feminine. Maybe i'll agree with you.” Eva still needed some time.

“I can understand that. But i also want to think that i could be either. I wonder what it would be like to be a man or a woman.” WALL-E tapped his eyepiece.

“Well, whatever it's like, i'm sure it's not as fun as this!” Eva took off out of the repait ward, giggling and looking back as she did.

“Eva!!!” WALL-E called after her and dashed to follow.

“Oh, i'll catch you guys later! See ya!!!!” M-O sped off as fast as he could. “Hey guys, wait up!!! I'M JUST A LITTLE FELLA!!!”

AUTO and GO-2 watched them leave. They were both glad to see that they were so happy.

“You know, AUTO…” He turned to look at GO-2. “I could always try to adjust your voice chip. Perhaps i could help you sound more feminine. If you would like that.”

He made a tone. “Thank you for the offer, GO-2. But i am content with my voice as it is currently. It is how i have always sounded, and that voice matches me now. But thank you for offering again. I always appreciate it.” He affectionately pet GO-2 on his siren, and GO-2 made a satisfied tone.

[Post a/n: check under your chairs, i lost the ending again. Oops.

Heeeyy, there you go. THEY'RE QUEER! And i don't care if you don't agree. To clarify: M-O is gender neutral, WALL-E is genderfluid, AUTO is demifemme/gender neutral, Eva is questioning nonbinary, and GO-2 is agender. They use the pronouns that i used here. That's my version. Peace sign.

This is cross-posted on FFN and AO3 under the title "GO-4 It!!!"]

[with-love-from-hell]

5 Sides of Human

{Part six}

Genre: Mixed

Character profiles for the Mc’s featured in this series

WC: ~3.8k

CW: swearing, anxiety, depictions of anger and verbal aggression, depictions of physical aggression, minor explosion, some hurt, Storm has a stutter but I am not depicting it with written word consistently, pining, spoilers for season 1&2!

Part five   <<<<<<<<<>>>>>>>>>    Part seven

©️ artwork commissioned by @vivi8bit ©️  

Storm awoke to an aggressive screeching from the bathroom attached to her room. Sitting up with a groan, she rubbed her ear to ensure it wasnt her damn tinnitus acting up again. To her surprise, another louder, screeching yell was heard reverberating through the room. She grew concerned, wondering what on earth could be making such a sound. After orienting herself to the room and gently nudged Malice off of her legs, she approached the bathroom door. Curiously, she held an ear to the door, only to jerk back as another screech seemed to punch her in the side of the head. There was no doubt now that it had to be Fern.

She stepped back, rubbing her ear to stop the ringing triggered by the noise. “Fern? Is everything okay?” 

For a moment there was silence. Storm anxiously awaited a reply, before finally hearing a cackling laugh behind the door. 

As their laughter subsided, they finally spoke through a mess of giggles and difficult breaths. “I am so sorry, I forgot I now have a roommate and I have to shit quietly.”

Storm snorted, shaking her head quietly as she got dressed for the day. So far, living with Fern had proven to be quite enjoyable. The green haired human, who was far more similar to a Gremlin than a person, was quick to warm up to her, begging for as many secrets about the brothers as possible and telling her all about their life in the human world. They even offered up a tattoo as a late birthday gift, after finding out her birthday had come and gone shortly before acquainting themselves with her. 

Fern found Storm’s energy calming and secure, in the same way they would find in someone with natural maternal instincts. For Storm, Fern seemed to provide some excitement, as well as one of the only humans who had treated her like a real friend in her 27 years of life thusfar. 

They ate breakfast amongst the brothers with lively chatter, discussing who was the most hungover from the night before and making plans for another fun night of drinking at the castle- of course, to Lucifer’s annoyance. Discussion of the day’s plans and which classes Storm would be attending came up as well, offering an opportunity for Storm to chose her schedule. Lucifer handed her a list of classes that were offered that semester that were at a level she was capable of, watching closely as her eyes trailed down the list.

“Well, out of theses here...I would have to say...hmmm...” Storm tapped the table, trying to determine which set of classes would be the best. “I think I would like to do 2nd level Beast-keeping, 1st level Potions, 3rd level Curses and Hexes, and Music.” 

“1st level potions?” Vivi questioned, poking her food with disinterest. “Didn’t you take that when you were here?” 

Storm shook her head. “It wasn’t offered either semester when I was here, unfortunately.” 

“That means you’re in our class!” Fern excitedly threw an arm around Storm. “Oooh this is going to be a hoot! I can’t wait! We can bother Lucifer together now!” 

Storm raised an eyebrow. “Huh..? But I thought you didn’t take any classes, Lucifer.” 

“I assist the professor with various tasks and projects during class.” Lucifer smirked playfully at her. “Surely you didn’t think I was dull enough to be in such a simple class with my abilities. Need I remind you that I’m not Mammon?”

“gahk- HEY!” Mammon choked, dropping his fork onto his plate. “I ain’t some idiot just because I don’t like mixing fancy goos and powders together!” 

Lucifer chuckled, taking another bite of the bufo egg bake he had prepared for breakfast. “In all seriousness, I do enjoy observing the new students from time to time- and with so much chaos in one classroom, I feel it necessary for me to ensure that everyone in that class is on their best behav-.”

“Lucifer this food is shit.” Vivi interjected, observing a fork-full of the egg bake with a less than amused expression. 

“Then you can choose not to eat it, Vivi.” Lucifer sighed, reluctantly turning his attention to them. “I implore you not to interrupt when I am sp-” 

“Christ, here we fucking go.” Vivi rolled her eyes, dropping the food back onto the plate and pushing it away from her. 

“Vivi, I thought I told you to reduce the frequency at which you used such language.” Lucifer remarked, narrowing his eyes.

“Suck my dick Sith-Lord wannabe.” Vivi snapped back, getting up from her seat and stomping out of the room. Storm sighed, getting up to follow quickly after her. 

“Vivi! Wait!” 

Vivi let out a long groan and turned just as they had climbed the first stair, turning back to her with reluctance. “I don’t need another lecture, Firecrotch.”

Storm blinked back her surprise at the crass nickname, shaking off the small bit of hurt that lingered from her past experiences with being referred to by that name. “I’m not going to lecture you. I just wanted to see if you were okay.” 

Vivi scoffed, turning their head away. “I’m fine.” 

Storm nodded, unconvinced. “Sure, sure. It just seems like you don’t get along much with the others, especially Lucifer.” 

“Thats a real nice way of putting it, but I think they’re all annoying as hell.” Vivi crossed her arms, now turning to face Storm. “How the fuck do you think I’m supposed to feel after being sent here against my will?” 

“Against your will..?” Storm asked, curiously. “Didn’t Diavolo give you guys the option of going home after the first week?”

“Uhh...” Vivi stammered, a small blush forming on her cheeks. “I mean...yeah...he did...”

Storm raised an eyebrow. “And yet...you’re here? So, I guess its not so annoying that it’s intolerable?”

Vivi pulled her arms in tighter, the scowl on her face doing nothing to hide the blush from forming. “It’s none of your business why I chose to stay here. But it’s not like I enjoy any of these prick’s company or anything, so don’t go assuming shit that isn’t true!” 

Storm smiled faintly as Vivi stomped off to her room to finish getting ready. She knew there was a caring and pleasant person underneath the prickly exterior, just as there was with many of the brothers when she had first arrived in Devildom

“Good morning class.” The professor strolled into the potions classroom shortly after the start time, setting a ton of jars down on the counter with a clatter. “Today we will be creating a transformation oil, and we will be re-assigning Lab partners after last weeks...er...incident.” 

The professor’s eyes wander to one of the other demons in the class, who shrank in their seat to avoid his harsh gaze. 

Fern nudged Storm, giving a malicious smirk as they whispered quite loudly. “He sent his lab partner to the infirmary after accidentally making a potion that split her tongue rather than allowed her to speak another language.”

Storm gave them a mortified look as they giggled, which also earned them a glare from the professor. 

“Also, it appears that we have another student joining us.” The professor gestured to Storm. “So for that reason, I took the liberty in giving the task of lab-partner assignment to Lucifer.” 

The class groaned as Lucifer rose from his chair next to the professor’s desk. He eyed the room suspiciously. “There will be no switching of these assignments, and no complaints about them.”

Storm shifted in her seat, eagerly awaiting her partner. One by one, Lucifer gave the assignments. Coming near the end of the list, he paused, turning his attention to the section of the room where his a few of his brothers and the exchange students sat. 

“Belphie, Heart, and Fern, you two will now be paired.” 

“What!?” Fern shouted, earing a growl from Lucifer. “But...dude! He just sleeps through class! That means I will have to actually do work!” 

Lucifer ignored Fern’s comment, going onto through the list. “Vivi, Satan, and Sarah, you three will be together.” 

Vivi was about to protest, but was cut off by a boisterous squeal from Sarah. She sighed with contempt, crossing her arms as Sarah rushed to the table they and Satan had already been sitting at.

“And finally: Storm, I made the last minute adjustment and you will be paired with Mammon.” Lucifer sighed as Mammon tried (and failed) to hide his excitement, eagerly running to Storm’s side and dragging her to an empty table. Lucifer gave her a sympathetic glance as Mammon began talking her ear off about how much the class sucked with Lucifer there. “I apologize for only giving you one partner Storm, as last week’s incident has left us short one student. I do have faith in your abilities to do the task as assigned though.” 

“Oi! What about me!?” Mammon snapped. “Don’tcha have faith in me?!” 

Lucifer turned to begin assisting the professor in sorting the ingredients for the potions, completely ignoring Mammon’s statement. As the class settled into their new lab partner assignments, the class became active with chatter once more. 

“Can’t believe that good-for-nothin’ Lucifer. Always doubtin’ me. I’ll show him what the great Mammon can do! I’ll this transformer thingy like it’s nothin!” 

Storm smiled nervously, looking to the other exchange students, who were already arguing within their groups. She turned to Mammon, who was still boasting about his refined potion making abilities after retaking the class for the 4th time, interrupting his thought. 

“So why is Satan here?” 

Mammon grumbled. “Jeeze, could ya pretend to care a little about what I’m sayin’?” 

Storm smiled sheepishly. “Sorry Mams, I didn’t mean to just cut you off like that...there’s just a lot on my mind right now. It’s hard to focus.” 

Mammon blushed, turning away and clearing his throat in response. “Ah...Well, I guess I can forgive ya just this once...Anyways, Satan retook this class because I told him I could pass it this time, and he bet me 1000 Grimm I couldn’t. So he’s mostly just here to watch as I make him eat his words!” 

Storm glanced back to Satan, who was smirking knowingly at her from his table despite Vivi yelling at him to focus on the ingredients. 

“Now, listen carefully to the amounts of the items you need. We will not be repeating it.” The professor stated firmly. “You will need 3 Ender Hypericum blossoms, 2 ounces of Hellios Alchemilla Mollis, 1 spoonful of Bloody Hawk Talon paste, 9 strands of giant onyx spider hair, and 1 translucent cricket. These ingredients will need to be ground to a paste in your mortar and pessel before siphoned through the liquidation spool 3 times over. Once your potion is complete, you will call on either I or Lucifer to watch you test out the product. Two of you will be mixing the product while one of you records important analyses in your notes. You may begin.” 

Mammon immediately bolted upright from his chair, sprinting to the front of the room to collect the ingredients. Storm attempted to call him back, as she had scribbled down the amounts needed, but he ignored her calls. She anxiously awaited for his return, hoping that he had actually listened to the professor’s amounts clearly enough. 

Mammon clattered the supplies along the table, proudly displaying to Storm what he had gathered in his arms. Storm looked over the ingredients, surprised to see he had picked what had appeared to be the correct ones- with the exception of one.

“Uh, Mammon?” She pointed to the hairs in the small tray. “The professor said Onyx spider hairs, not Ochre.” 

Mammon looked down at his collection, shaking his head. “Nah, they wouldn’t put these up there if we didn’t need ‘em, and they said spider hairs on the container!” 

“But they’re the wrong color. Onyx spiders are black...these are like, almost orange.” Storm rubbed her forearm anxiously. “Are you sure there weren’t any others up there? I feel like-”

“Ya dare question the great Mammon?!” He accused, waving her concerns off as he tossed the ingredients into the mortar. “Nonsense! I’ll show ya! We’ll have the best transformation oil in this whole room.” 

Mammon began grinding the ingredients aggressively while Storm documented the results. The entire mixture began bubbling orange as Mammon mixed it. She looked around the room, seeing the other’s mixtures tinting a dark Olive green. She swallowed hard, nervousness beginning to rise in her chest. 

“Mammon, the other students’ stuff looks way different than ours...” She noted, hoping her unease would cause him to slow down. “Maybe we should start over and-” 

Before she was able to finish her statement, the mixture began to sputter. She gasped as the bubbles began to burst rapidly, causing Mammon to mix the potion rougher in determination to prove his intelligence. 

“This doesn’t seem right!” Storm shouted, now beginning to panic.

Lucifer turned, beginning to approach their table. “Mammon, stop what you’re-”

Suddenly, a large explosion erupted from the mixture, causing everyone in the room to gasp. A large, Orange-tinted puff of smoke filled the air, obscuring everyone’s view of the mess created by Mammon, who was propelled upwards into the ceiling of the classroom. Storm, on the other hand, was catapulted backwards, slamming against the pillar near the door. 

“Maaammmoooooooooon!” Lucifer roared, using his wings to clear the smoke from the room. He stared up at Mammon’s frantically kicking legs, his muffled yells to get him out of the ceiling causing the rest of the class to burst into laughter. 

“Wait, where’s..?” Heart, glanced around, eyes widening when his eyes fell to a very dazed Storm. Small trails of blood trickled down the pillar, seeping into the fine knots in the wood. 

“Shit...” Vivi murmured sadly, at first convinced that Storm had died. 

A group of individuals, including Fern and Satan, jumped up to circle her, all shouting her name and asking various questions: Is she okay? did she know what day was it? was she seeing a light? could she remember their name? Oh, did she die?

“Back up, now!” Lucifer hissed, bullying his way to the front of the crowd. They all moved slightly to accommodate him as squatted before the dazed human.  Soon enough, they began to crowd tighter, causing Lucifer’s frustration to bubble over. “I said- Back up!”

A few expressions of pain and annoyance were shouted as Lucifer expanded his wings in full, pushing back the crowd and creating a cocoon-like structure around Storm.

lucifer took Storm’s chin in his hand, giving her blaze-orange painted face a concerned but pointed once over. “Storm, are you alright?”

Storm groaned, blinking a few times to clear her vision. 

Lucifer tutted, letting her chin go and dusting the orange residue off his gloves. He held up his left index finger, moving it side to side. “Storm, follow my finger as I move it, please.”

She tried to move her head to the side as his arm moved, but immediately hissed in pain at the small crack in the back of her skull. Tears welled in her eyes as Storm tried to caress the area, whimpering when her hand made contact with the throbbing center of the gash.

Lucifer sighed, knowing that she would need more meticulous medical intervention than just a simple bandage. He shifted his weight, moving to pick her up into his arms. She whined as he lifted her, the movement causing her vision to spin and the ache in her head to sharpen. 

“Satan, get your idiot brother out of the ceiling and clean up this mess immediately. I need to get Storm to the infirmary.” 

Satan began to grumble in protest, but stopped when Lucifer shot him a furious glare. As Lucifer walked out, Mammon’s pained yelling could be heard along with a crashing sound and laughter.

Storm faded in and out of relative consciousness as Lucifer carried her carried her down the corridors. The movements were calculated, but quick as he effortlessly navigated the winding halls. Storm’s vision cleared as they entered a large, white room with several cots. She vaguely heard Lucifer mumble something, and watched a tall figure quickly dart out of the room. 

“I’m going to set you down, okay?” Lucifer’s voice was soft as he spoke his intentions. He eased her down on one of the cots, wincing when she let out a pained yelp when her head touched the pillow. “Hold on, I need to get some supplies.” 

Storm adjusted to the room, her vision slightly haloed as she took in her surroundings. Lucifer returned to her bedside with bandages, topical medications, a cold pack, and a few other supplies in tow. He lifted her neck slightly, whispering a spell over the cold pack as he rested her head back down onto it. She hissed in pain once more, but this time it felt more dull as the coolness eased the throbbing pain. Lucifer began preparing the other materials at her bedside, glancing at her occasionally to ensure her eyes were open and she was aware of her environment. 

“Wait...where’s the nurse?” Storm asked, turning her head slightly. 

Lucifer grabbed her chin delicately, stopping the movement before it became too drastic. “I sent her out to assess the others for any damages as a result of the inhalation- and to tend to Mammon’s likely concussion.” 

Storm gave a single nod, resting her head back into place. She was quiet for a moment as the pain dulled further, the cool burn at the back of her skull providing some relief

“I need you to sit up.” Lucifer motioned, assisting Storm into a sitting position with her back to him. “This may hurt a bit, but I need to clean the wound and apply the numbing ointment.

“Okay...ah!” Storm yelped again as Lucifer massaged a damp rag on her head, clearing any blood and debris from the wound. She bit her lip, fighting the urge to cry as he applied the ointment. Soon enough, the pain subsided into a dull ache, and then to complete numbness. She watched as Lucifer unspooled a needle and some thread- presumably to stitch the wound himself. 

“Ah! Wait!” Storm turned quickly, doubling over from the whiplash caused from the movement. 

“Careful, Storm.” Lucifer cooed, gently guiding her back into place by her shoulder. “You can’t move so rapidly with a head injury like this.”

“W-why do you need to stitch it? isn’t there a spell or something that can heal it?” She stammered, fighting back the anxiety building in her stomach. “A-and why you? Can’t the nurse do it, o-or something?!” 

Lucifer smirked, rubbing her bicep gently. “It’s not that easy. It could be dangerous using intense magic on an injury like this...and don’t worry. This is not the first time I’ve had to stitch up someone’s head.”

Storm blinked, unsure of how to respond. “What..? Who..?”

“Did you happen to forget who my brothers are?” Lucifer chuckled, shaking his head. “Now turn around. I promise I’ll be careful.” 

Storm reluctantly agreed, wincing as she felt the very distant sensation of her skin being tugged. She bit her lip, sitting abnormally still as Lucifer stitched the wound. As he worked, her mind began to wander to her first night back, when Lucifer had reacted so strangely as a result of the Newt Syrup. 

The things he said...could he have meant it?

“There.” Lucifer gently brushed the strangling hairs away and out of the stitches, admiring his handy-work.  “Now we just need the bandage.” 

“mmhm...” Storm muttered, thinking of how to ask the burning question in her heart. As Lucifer began wrapping the bandage around her head, she finally blurted it out. “Lucifer...Did you mean all of those things you said the other day? About how I’ve...been on your mind since I left Devildom? ...and that you hoped I missed you as much as you missed me?” 

Lucifer paused his action. A blush spread faintly across his cheeks. He cleared his throat after a moment, continuing to wrap the bandage. “Well, you know that newt syrup was very strong, don’t you?” 

Storm felt her heart sink slightly. “Y-yeah...” 

“But...” Lucifer sighed, pinning the bandage into place. “I suppose there is some truth to that, otherwise I would not have said such a thing- here, turn around. Let’s get this mess off of your face.” 

Storm turned to face him, butterflies fluttering around her stomach. “Really?”

“Hmm...Yes, I suppose so.” Lucifer locked eyes with her for a moment, the blush on his face now gone and his lips in a straight line despite the rapid beating of his heart. He wanted to tell her more- to explain how much he truly did ache for her presence when he spent late nights alone in his office; how she would prepare him some coffee or tea, or prepare a small snack when he was stressed; how he missed their deep conversations, telling her things he wouldn’t dare to tell anyone else; how her emotions were displayed when she laughed, smiled, cried, or was angry...He missed it all so dearly...

He missed her. 

He shoved the feelings down as he wiped the orange gunk off of her face as he continued talking, the movements gentle to ensure he didn’t rub her face raw. “It’s very different with the other humans here. You were at least quiet. And I have been drowning in paperwork, so you provided a nice distraction for my brothers not to disturb me.” 

Storm’s heart sank once more and the hope on her face fell. “Oh...yeah...I suppose.” 

He finished cleaning her off in silence, taking her RAD jacket off and excusing the dress-code violation just this once. The walk back to class was also silent, tension hanging thick in the air between the pair- Lucifer, longing to confess his true emotions but pride standing in his way, and Storm, heartbroken by Lucifer’s dismissal of the romantic comments he had made the night of her return. 

Storm arrived back into the room, shocked to see how much cleaner the room was than when she had left. She followed Lucifer to the front of the class, sitting on his chair while he pulled Mammon out of the room by the ear. 

“That’s not the explosion Mammon wanted to have with Storm, I’m sure.” Satan snickered to Sarah, producing a small giggle from her. 

Vivi glared at Satan, reeling back their fist and punching him in the throat. As he coughed and sputtered, Fern, Belphie, Heart, and Sarah broke out into a fit of laughter. 

[hotwings0203]

I feel like Dabi would be the type of dude who would bully you incessantly at the LOV and for the life of you you can’t figure out why. He’s always around you and making snarky comments or pulling your hair, trying to catch you messing up on missions. You’re sure he hates you, and you do well to stay out of his way, or sometimes when you feel bold you’ll offer a quip of your own. The bullying increases whenever you talk to other guys at the bar, especially when you make Tomura crack a smile, Dabi’s breathing down your neck the second your leader leaves, calling you terrible names and pushing past your boundaries.

Cw: language, nsfw, noncon, manga spoilers, some angst?

In a perfect world, Touya would not have been abandoned and rejected by his family. In a perfect world, Dabi would not exist, and Touya would be eating dinner with his family right now as he shows his little brother how to properly wield fire to its fullest extent.

But there was no such thing as a perfect world, and therefore Dabi did exist. And Dabi doesn’t care for anyone, or anything.

Or so he tells himself.

“Slut”

“Nothing but eye candy, and shitty eye candy at that”

It’s nothing you haven’t heard before, but it doesn’t make it any easier to ignore him

“What was that all about, huh? The fuck are you and crusty snickering about?”

Fed up with his continuous antics, you decide to mouth off a little too.

“Oh nothing, just talking about how adorable you and Hawks would make as a couple. And wipe that sneer off your face, it looks like some of your staples fell out of your mouth.”

It’s nothing too snarky, but in a second he’s shoving you in some dark room, forearm pinned against your throat as his hand is lit up with blue flames merely inches away from you, snarling in your face.

“You wanna be funny, bitch? I got jokes of my own too, why dont I show you what happens to dumb little girls who don’t know their fucking place? I think that would be real funny.”

But his hand is stopped from drawing near your wide eyes when you both hear Twice and Toga calling everyone for their next meeting.

He pushes you away from him, giving you a murderous look over his shoulder as he leaves the room, not paying mind to the way you slide down the wall in the dark.

You take extra precaution to try avoiding him for the next few days, not even making eye contact with him when you two get teamed up for tasks. He never mentions the room incident, if anything he acts as if it never happens. It’s like whiplash for you, he tries to weirdly talk to you more but all you offer him is mumbles and hums of agreement.

The conversation is never long, but it starts to be less talk of degrading you and more of begrudging questioning of what you’ve been up to. You never engage, opting to pretend like you never heard him, and strangely enough he leaves it be.

You give him a side eye one day as he joins you at the bar (much to your discontent), downing your glass just to fill another.

He says nothing as he slides into the stool right next to you, and pours a glass of whiskey for himself as well.

It’s awkwardly silent, you’re not sure if you should leave or not, but you’d be damned if you try to initiate small talk with this psycho.

But then, he speaks.

“Is Shigaraki sending you on the mission to get that UA kid?”

His gravely voice rumbles and cracks from his usual lack of use, and he clears his throat after he talks.

“No.”

“Oh.”

This is excruciating, you think to yourself as he mulls over the drink in his hand for a silent minute or two.

Toga calls you over thankfully at the exact same moment, and you breathe out an inaudible sigh of relief as you slip off the stool to join her.

“Wait-“ Dabi grabs your arm and you flinch out of instinct, expecting a slap or a burn to come from him.

He sees your reaction and shakes his head dismissively, letting you go and muttering a “Nevermind”. You don’t ponder over it as you trip over your own feet to join the eccentric blond.

A week passes, and then two. With each day you maneuver your way around him, request to be partnered up with different people in private, and busy yourself in random tasks. Every time you pass him by the bar he lifts his head from whatever he’s doing and tries to maintain eye contact with you, even going so far as to open his mouth to say or ask god-knows-what.

You try to ignore the foreign hopeful glint in his glacial eyes as you walk right past him, ducking your head as you do so.

It drives Dabi crazy.

He can’t handle any more rejection, he thought his family would be the last straw for him to ever want recognition or love validation from again. He wants to talk to you, to hear your voice as it snaps back with witty comebacks of your own that he secretly enjoys so much, even if it means he has to force it out of you with hateful words. He wants to feel your hair underneath his scarred hands, even if he has to mask the soft wanting of you in forms of yanking the strands. He wants nothing more than to see your eyes fill up with no other sight than him and think only of him, even if it means he has to corner you and scare you into submission.

But your silence is something he’s not used to.

Well, to be fair, you weren’t silent completely, but the only sentences he was hearing from you nowadays was when you were speaking to Shigaraki or the other League members.

You were the only idiot who didn’t notice the smoke curling from his nostrils and ears comically when he’d finally see you stop your stoic act just to open up to other men apart from him. Spinner, Twice, and Compress backed off almost immediately from talking to you for too long when they’d see the look on his face as he watched you surrounded by them, but Tomura would merely smirk from behind your shoulders and keep a level gaze with his subordinate, knowing fully well why he was so pissed off.

You began to notice the weird energy at the base soon after the rest of the men would keep curt conversations with you in comparison to your long talks about video games, sex, and life after you would all win the war.

So you thought it would be best to ask the most semi-normal person there that wasn’t fueled with testosterone and aggression.

“I just don’t get it, why are they all being weird? I mean, we all used to talk so much and now they just...try avoiding me. Except for Tomura of course, he’s still normal I guess. But he always has this smirk on his face when I’m with him and I can’t figure out why.”

Toga stops cleaning her blood-laced needle to give you a sly look, all fangs and glinting white.

“And Dabi?”

“What about him?”

She sits back on her haunches and cocks her head at you. “You really don’t know what’s happening here, do ya?”

“No,” you roll your eyes in exasperation. “But I’ll gladly take any theories here, since apparently I’m the only one who doesn’t get it.”

“He likes you.”

You gape at her for a moment and then burst out laughing.

“What? That’s crazy, he doesn’t like me, he hates me!” He can barely stand being in a room with me, all he does is talk shit and harass me.”

The blond curiously licks at a bead of red from the top of the weapon and you cringe when her own tongue rips from the sharp point.

“You say he can’t stand being in a room with you, so then why is it that he’s always there? He might talk shit, but he talks to you out of everyone else right? Regardless of if it’s something mean.”

You’re thoroughly flabbergasted. She had a point, but it was too much to wrap your head around. She cheerfully hums and gets up to flounce around the room, cleaning her already-tidy room up to a T.

“And that little silent treatment act you’re giving him isn’t helping either. I swear, Jin told me Dabi almost burned his mouth off that one day you, him and Spinner were talking about GTA. He totally cornered the poor guy and threatened his life if he didn’t stop talking to you.”

“You’re joking.”

“Am not. He wanted to do the same to Tomura but I figure he wants to keep his job, so he won’t. Doesnt make it any better for him when you’re all chummy with the one person Dabi can’t stand the most, though.”

No wonder your leader was so smug whenever you two were in the same room, your attention solely focused on him.

You run your hands down your face, moaning about the whole situation being fucked. It’s just your luck that you couldn’t take a clue, but to be fair, how could you? Being called worthless and a waste of space wasn’t exactly what you had in mind for flirty banter.

“Soooo what’re you gonna do now? I heard he’s gonna try talking to you for realsies like, tomorrow or something.”

“Tomorrow?” You yelp, jumping up to your feet. “Why didn’t you tell me sooner? I can’t face him!”

“Oops,” she giggles, twirling with outstretched arms around her room and falling down onto her bed.

“Oh god, I can’t do this. I don’t even know if I like him! He’s such an ass, and even when he tries to come off as normal he’s just so..unsettling. I don’t think I’ve ever had a good conversation with him.”

Toga props her elbow up to rest her chin on her hand, frowning in thought.

“Why not just tell him how you feel?”

You snort and fold your arms. “Yeah, because the psycho arsonist is really gonna take the word no well.”

“Hmm.. I see what you mean. Oh well, whatever you choose, I’ll support you!”

And with that she skips out of the room sing songing for Twice to make a clone for her.

You were fucked.

And sure enough, the next day he approaches you, hands stuffed in his pockets and an almost bored look on his face.

“Yo newbie, I gotta talk to you for a second. Come with me”.

You look blearily up at him through eye bags and mussed hair, a direct telling of your sleepless night. Your stomach drops when you hear his words, but you nod your head and take a deep breath, mentally preparing yourself of the speech you practiced till the sun rose.

No one else is bothering you both today, Shigaraki having gone to visit All For One and the rest of the League left to their own devices. It was something you weren’t so comfortable with, but you doubted a hero would come to save you.

He leads you through the short winding hallways, each step of his growing louder and heavier as the space started growing smaller. Finally, he reaches a dimly lit room and stops outside the door, gesturing for you to go in with a casual wave of his patched wrist.

“After you.”

You raise an unsure eyebrow at his uncharacteristic show of consideration, and do as he says. You’re sweating bullets, fists balled so that your nails are digging into your palms, and vision going in and out of focus as your eyes begin to adjust to your surroundings.

A loud bang pulls you out of your stupor, and you whip around at the sound.

Dabi is already staring back at you with lidded eyes, leaning his weight against the door, his arms crossing over each other.

You shift on both feet, picking at your nails nervously.

“So, what did you wanna talk about?”

He says nothing, but just observes you, his head slightly tilted as if you were some abstract art piece.

“Dabi.”

“You got a lot of nerve, y’know that?”

He pushes himself off the wall and advances slowly towards you, hands stuffed in his trench coat pockets.

You immediately back up with raised palms, sputtering indignantly at his offensive movements coming closer and closer. However you thought his ‘confession’ would go, this was most definitely not starting out like how you planned

“Excuse me? What’re you talking about-“

“I know what you’re doing. You think whoring yourself out to ol’ crusty and the rest of the guys here is gonna make everyone forget just how useless you actually are. What the fuck do you even do here? You fuck up half the missions which I have to come bail your ass out of, you constantly put us in jeopardy by being all friendly with everyone, and you can’t even keep your mouth shut when I need to let off a little steam, as I rightfully should.”

In a perfect world, Dabi would be the light of your eyes, the hero of your world. In a perfect world, Dabi would be able to hold your hand in his smooth one and tell you that he wants you so much that it impairs his rational judgement and makes him say things he doesn’t mean. He’d tell you that your presence is like a weight lifted off his chest, your presence means he doesn’t have to think or worry about the outside world, he just wants you all to himself without anyone interfering.

But this is not a perfect world, and Dabi is not a hero, but rather one of the worst villains.

So he does exactly what one does as a villain.

Instead of a loving look that he knows he’s incapable of, Dabi looks down into your horrified gaze as he traps you against the wall between his scarred arms, spewing misplaced venom at you.

“I don’t know what your problem is, but you need to chill out. First you go ballistic on me ‘cause I talked to Tomura for no reason, then you act all weird and quiet as if you’re some decent person, and now you think you can just bring me in here and tell me how worthless I am? Go fuck yourself, seriously.”

You scoff and make your way to push him but stop when he does what he did a couple weeks ago. You hold bated breath as he casually brings an inflamed hand to scratch at his face as if he can’t feel the hellfire emitting from it, and let out a whine of distress as he lowers his head mere inches from yours, lips almost touching.

“Stop talking to the rest of the guys,” he breaths. “Stop smiling, laughing, or going near anyone who isn’t me.”

You wonder if he knows how insane he sounds. He does, but that’s nothing he doesn’t know already. If anything, it solidifies in his mind that if he is to be as bad as the world has made him out to be, then he is acting exactly fit for the role.

“Why?”

“I don’t need to give sluts like you a reason. It should come as easy, right? What’s putting out for one more person?”

Your eyes are brimming with tears now, your stoic facade showing cracks as you sniffle a little bit.

He eats it up and groans watching salty rivers cascade down your cheeks. Suddenly, he feels as though he can no longer hold back anymore, he feels as though if he thinks for one more second he’ll combust.

So, acting on instinct, he surges forward and presses his lips against yours, swallowing your cries of distress and holding your hands above your head in midst of them frantically beating on his chest.

Your lips are so, so soft compared to his and it’s making him sink deeper into this instinctual daze. He puffs against your writhing lips as he thrusts his hot tongue in your mouth.

You try to bite him but when his hands heat up against your skin you resign to your fate and wail, allowing him to pull his hips flush against yours and start humping your thighs.

He draws back and bites your lips, teeth clacking against yours as he does so. You open your terrified eyes and blanch when you see the look on his face.

Lust is clearly drawn everywhere, from his blown pupils to his heaving chest, all the way to his flushed face and wild eyes. He looks as though he’s about to eat you alive and it’s appropriate that you feel like a lamb about to be slaughtered.

“Dabi, wait, please stop-“

But he cuts your pants off again in favor of slamming his hips against yours again and grinding impossibly hard on your legs, the friction of his jeans catching on your clothed cunt and forcing a mewl out of you.

“I’m not gonna stop. I’ve had enough of you teasing. You’re mine now, and if it takes burning our dear leader alive and this whole place down for you to understand that then I’ll fucking do it.”

He thought that terrorizing you would ease the empty feeling in his heart, that continuously berating you would force him to see you as what he always said you were, just another empty headed cunt. He thought that distancing himself from you and focusing on other things would make him forget about the soft feelings he longed to share with you, feelings he thought perished in the fire he was in when he was a young boy .

Even now, there is an ache in his chest as he hears you beg for him to stop, to let you go, that you’re sorry for whatever you did.

But this is not a perfect world, and not everyone gets their way in life.

You should really learn that, because Dabi already has.

And so Dabi will act accordingly to what life has put out before him .

[boozye]

Since a lot of story keys were given during this event, have you read any of the devilgrams for the new Anniversary cards?

I have. 7 of them so far.

I'm going for Banner Lucifer next, but I have to draw a couple things first.

My onion (without spoilers):

Diavolo (from banner): This one features a very needy MC who can't be left alone and needs to be taken care of uwu. Don't vibe. 2/10

Barbatos: The first two give me 2nd hand embarrasment, I can't exactly put into words why. Like I was gonna roll with having Barbatos take a break, the rest is just... yeah I'm not replaying those two. Uuuuhhhh cw for people who don't like inebriated person stuff in this one. Kiinda questionable/10

Simeon SSR: The cheese is so strong in this one. Cheese drenched in honey, overly sweet all around. 5/10

Simeon UR: Less sweet, still tender. He's just like this, huh? 6/10

Satan: Favorite, by a long shot. The premise is good, there is a whole gram for silly fun antics, and his words at the end resonated with me in a way I didn't expect this game to, and hadn't done so far. MC isn't a whiny babey idiot. 15/10

Solomon: Listen I know they get some leeway with these things, it shouldn't be taken seriously. But the inconsistencies... "you can't go back to HoL like this" mate, Beel was there, he lives there too and he is in the same "predicament"... either help him too or think of something else. The rest was good. He's such a nerd. Good MC too. 7/10

Lucifer (from box): He's a stick in the mud. It is an acquired taste. I wish MC could play it cool for once with him, but then nothing would happen. Lucifer/10

[boydiisaster]

It's so awesome there's blogs like yours out there trying to provide content for GN and Male fans. It's so hard to find anything even GN, and as a nonbinary person I just want you to know how much it's appreciated! If you're okay with taking requests right now, I have an Obey Me one? Do you have any headcanons on a poly/throuple relationship between a GN MC, Satan, and Solomon? Those two are surprisingly good friends in canon and alike in a lot of ways, I love them both so much!

throuple satan and solomon headcanons

reader: gender neutral, they/them pronouns

tw/cw: a bit of spoilers and fighting/blood mentions

author's note: AWW YOU'RE GONNA MAKE ME CRY YOU'RE SO NICE, ANON :,) i'm trying my hardest to provide more content for other male and gender neutral readers out there, so i really hope that what i write is enjoyable for yall <33 also i haven't the slightest idea of satan and solomon's canon relationship because i'm only at like lesson 30 smth and don't keep up with my messages so i just pulled most of their dynamic for this out of my ass ( ._.)

It was like a cat just met a dog when Satan and Solomon started dating. They have similarities, sure, but whereas Satan is cold and calculated with his spells, plans, and pranks, it's as if Solomon doesn't think. Like, ever.

How was someone so smart so insufferably stupid at the same time? It's as if Satan is his babysitter more than he's his boyfriend.

Oh god and when Solomon ropes you into doing something with him-

"I hate you both," Satan grumbles, checking your temperature and seeing how it's well above the normal temperature for humans. "Solomon, you can't just drag MC on all your dangerous adventures. They're much more human than you are."

"Just because I accidentally made a spell that cursed me with immortality doesn't mean I'm any less human than they are." Solomon crosses his arms at his boyfriend's hurtful words. "Besides, MC wanted to come with me. Isn't that right, MC?"

You didn't speak. That was probably because you had passed out from how incredibly fatigued you were. Your skin was sticky and noticeably sweaty, eyes closed shut while letting out painful whimpers.

"Tell me again just what happened to them?" Satan groans as he opens a spell book. God knows where he got it. He did that a lot. He was like a video game character or something the way he'd just pull books or spell jars from out his ass. He was always the one Mammon would ask for a pencil, because hell he had like hundreds on him at all times.

"Well," Solomon cheekily smiles and scratches the back of his neck. "We went looking for some herbs for a new spell I concocted."

"Uh huh?"

"And MC sort of... fell."

"What did they fall on, Solomon?"

Said man falls silent. "Solomon?" Satan drags out his lover's name, threatening him, to which all Solomon can do is smile again, this time more nervous.

"They kind of, maybe, fell into a bush of what could have been poisonous flowers...."

"What kind of poisonous flowers, Solomon?" Satan glares at him.

Solomon thinks for a moment, then clasps his hands together. "Let's just say that if we don't get Diavolo or Lucifer in the next," he looks toward a clock, "fifteen or so minutes, MC might fall asleep for probably a whole millennium."

That earns the sorcerer a big thwack to the back of his head by Satan's spell book.

That was probably the first major incident where you were dragged into Solomon's dangerous plans, but it certainly wasn't the last. Most of the time you either ended up with several scrapes or bruises, things Satan or Solomon could easily patch up on their own. But sometimes you'd come back missing a shirt or as a cat.

(It's hard for Satan to be mad at Solomon for accidentally turning you into a cat, but he manages it because you were furious.)

... You were a really cute cat though, MC.

A cat was frantically trying to climb up Satan's pant leg. He was out in the garden tending to his flowers when a kitty he'd never seen before made their way through the bushes and crashed into his leg.

"Hello little one," he smiled at the cat. "Are you lost?"

The cat let out a pitiful wail and latched themselves onto Satan's leg. Satan frowned a bit and started to get worried. "Are you hurt? What's wrong?"

He picked up the cat to examine them. They were a cute little thing with [eye color] eyes and a sleek fur coat. Satan couldn't see anything physically wrong with them. Their paws looked fine, and there was no blood anywhere.

"Did you lose your mom? Maybe your kitten?" he began to muse, then Solomon exploded through the bushes looking frantic as ever.

"Have you seen a cat?" he gasped for air. "About this tall, [eye color] eyes, clearly upset?"

"You mean this one?" Satan held up the cat he found.

"Yes! Give them here-"

The cat hissed and clawed at Solomon's hand, burying themselves further into Satan's grasp. They growled, then looked toward Satan to let out another pitiful whine.

"MC, I'm sorry! I didn't mean to!" Solomon cried.

The cat hissed again.

"I'm sorry, did you just say MC?"

Solomon stiffened. He started to laugh nervously, fiddling with his cuffs. "Uh... would you break up with me if I told you I turned our darling MC into a tiny cat...? If so then no, I didn't say MC."

"You did what?!"

"Oh would you look at the time! I have a meeting with Lord Diavolo I must attend to right now, goodbye Satan, I love you!"

And then Solomon left, leaving Satan to fix whatever spell he put on their partner by himself. Satan wasn't angry about it, but the look of pure rage on your little furry face was enough to let Satan know that if he kept you as a cat for a moment longer you'd raise hell upon everyone in the vicinity.

Having a pact with a demon means that pretty much everything you do is shared with said demon. You feel emotions stronger, god forbid if you feel their specific emotions. You could be angry at Mammon for swiping a bag of candy you bought for yourself, but you act as if Mammon robbed you of every last thing you had just because of the pact you share with Satan. He feels awful about that, even though you reassure him time and time again that:

1.) It's not his fault, and

2.) You wanted a pact with him

Even so, please give Satan cuddles and kisses after he gets all sulky. He acts composed, but on the inside he's so incredibly self-conscious of both his sin and his pact with you.

"You need to be more careful," Satan quietly mused as he bandaged your hurt hands and face. You had gotten into a fight at school because a demon shoved you, and now you were currently inside Satan's room, getting blood all over his pretty carpet.

"I know," you softly sighed and hissed once the rubbing alcohol came into contact with the cuts on your face. "I just, I don't know. It set me off for some reason."

Your boyfriend hesitated for a moment, then applied a bandage to your cheek. "It's because of the pact."

"Satan-"

"You know I'm right, MC." Satan didn't look at you when he talked. Instead he looked at his lap, which had the first aid kit he was using to fix you up in it. "I know I talk about this a lot but... I am truly sorry for doing this to you."

"Hey," you cupped his cheek. "It's not your fault. I can learn to live with this. I learnt to handle my greed, envy, and gluttony when I built pacts with your brothers, right?"

"You shouldn't have to though. Maybe it's best if I-"

You silently kissed him. It was a bittersweet kiss, one filled with love yet unspeakable sadness and hurt. Satan was so self-conscious of his sin, yet you loved him still anyway. You wished he could see that.

"Don't finish that thought," you whispered as you pulled away. Resting your forehead against his, you continued. "I love you. Despite your sin, despite how you were born, despite everything; I love you. I chose you, and I wanted a pact with you." You smiled, and Satan couldn't help but blush at your next sentence.

"You silly demon. You really can't see how amazing you are, huh? It's okay though, because both me and Solomon will always be here to remind you."

Solomon touches all your pact marks constantly. When you take off your shirt it's hard to stop him from touching Leviathan's mark located directly on your back. He's always rubbing his fingers over Beelzebub's symbol on your stomach, always outlining Mammon's mark on your wrist. Sometimes he kisses Belphegor's symbol on your throat. When meeting your eyes, he never fails to stare into the one that holds Lucifer's mark, and even though you cover your thighs almost all the time, it's like Solomon can tell where Asmodeus's mark is. It's his favorite place on your thigh to touch.

You sighed whenever you felt Solomon's lips touch the small of your back. A smile made its way onto your own lips as you giggled.

"I didn't expect Satan to place his mark somewhere so... subtle," he admitted as he popped up to press a kiss to your cheek.

You looked at him out of the corner of your eye. He was playing with your wrist again, looking at the symbol of greed that adorns your skin.

"Solomon," you started.

Your lover hummed. You could tell he was beginning to grow drowsy. His eyes were closed and his movements slowed.

"Are you... jealous?"

That woke him up. He made you face him, and the expression he wore was unreadable. It worried you. Maybe you shouldn't have said that.

"I just mean, like," you grew embarrassed. "Um... you're always touching my pact marks, or always looking at them, and I don't know. Are you mad at me for them?"

The sorcerer gently grasped your hands. His fingers were weirdly soft considering how much he uses them. He sat there for a moment, just running his thumbs over your palms before speaking.

"I am a little," he admitted. "But I'm not mad at you. If anything I'm proud."

You smiled a bit. It was a lopsided and awkward sort of smile, but to Solomon it was the most beautiful thing in the world, as cheesy as that sounded.. He loves seeing his partners happy. He loves seeing you happy.

"You're much stronger than you think," Solomon continued. "Being able to hold seven different pact marks, ones belonging to Avatars, as a human with no sort of prior knowledge on magic?" He beamed. "You're incredible."

That only embarrassed you more. You groaned a bit and tried swatting Solomon away to hide your face, but your lover only pulled you in for a short yet loving kiss.

"You're cute, you know that?"

"You're cuter," you retorted. Solomon just smiled.

"Whatever helps you sleep at night, dear. Speaking of which," he leaned back on your bed and made grabby hands at you, indicating that he wanted you to lay next to him. "I'm tired. Cuddle me."

"So needy," you joked, but instantly complied to Solomon's request. He was never like this in public. It was nice seeing him so open and vulnerable... and cute.

[sweetery-ko]

this blog is the definition of ✨best boys zone✨ can i request for Hajime and Izuru with a s/o who loves attention and physical affection but is too afraid to ask for it?

You get it, anon!! These three are my top favorites of all! Even though 2/3 of these boys are literally the same person, I still love them as an individual (Twin au gang rise up) also I may or may not have a little too much fun on Izuru's part hehe.

Wonderful sprite edit by u/MidDinos by Reddit

CW: Hajime Hinata, Izuru Kamukura, mentions of Ch/aki N/nami, F/yuhiko K/zuryu, a little bit of swearing (classic baby gangsta), very ambigious spoiler(?) for Hajime’s talent, mentions of non-despair!au J/nko En/shima being Izuru’s bestie

Hajime and Izuru with a affection starved S/O that's afraid to ask them for love

Oh no, this is bad. Like, really really bad.

This guy is as dense- scratch that, even more denser than a rock, no matter how much you try your best to not be as subtle, he won’t get it.

That one time you actually got courage to tug at his shirt and hold his forearm, he’ll give you a confused look and used his other hand to hold you back. It was a very awkward few hours and the uncomfortable position is not helping either.

Sometimes, in the most rarest occurrences, Hajime, will begin to think that you often brushing your words off and you never initiate any type of affection unless he does it first is quite odd.

When he asks for cuddle (in his own tsundere way), you put so much effort and dedication to it like it’s your job or something but you never ask for it yourself? very weird.

He decided that it is weird for you to act like that, y’know? So he decided to talk to his friend, Chiaki. Maybe she’ll agree with him too? well, he did got his answer but not in a way he expected.

“You only realize now?”  “Huh?”

Was it that obvious? was his other peers talking about him being oblivious actually true..? or.. could Chiaki could be lying about you being a shy cutiepie to cheer him up because of your talent/because you not having a talent will just embarrass you both? probably.

*Insert Chiaki facepalming here*

Maybe if he goes to his other best friend, Fuyuhiko will say something different? they know each other like the back of their hand so maybe he will spit the real deal?

“Hajime, are you fucking stupid or something? Of course they’re too shy to ask you. They’re not even good at hiding it.” ok fine, he’ll admit defeat.

Hajime gulped a little in nervousness before telling that he doesn’t mind at all if you want to be affectionate and even (subtly) tells you that he’s looking forward to holding hands with you too and etc. Though, I recommend you please do show your affection to him so he would not regret this.

He fortunately got to realize your change your behavior. You’re still a little shy but at least you finally got to finally say what you wanted to say for so long.

Lucky for you, he already knew. He has the ultimate mind reader, ultimate facial expression reader and whatever the hell he has to help him recognize your little struggle.

Izuru wanted to tell you immediately because not only is this a hassle for you but also a hassle for him. He rarely initiates any sort of affection other than mediocre comfort because he's not really knowledgeable on what to do and he's never ever seen couple related activities going on here so... He's clueless despite having vast knowledge.

Also, he's also a very affection starved person as well. Either he doesn't know about it or he's in denial is all up for you to find out, good luck on that.

As soon as he was about to get up from his seat, his quote on quote ‘friend’, Junko Enoshima objected to such ideas, how did she knew his idea? Not sure as well.

She's most definitely was or still is a gyaru, and to be a stereotypical gyaru, she writes corny love stories on her cell phone. She would definitely want to experience or at least view one of her garbage love stories come to life so she commence.. "operation tease a pretend you didn't do anything so s/o will be desperate!!"

"...No."

Welp, there goes Junko's plan gone into useless ashes. He just decided to say the word by calling you to get into his dorm and have a cuddle session while talking about cuddling or general affection.

Man's fully prepared with the blankets, pillows, plushies he got from the gacha machine due to pure luck and the television on just for you, he will never focused for such thing.

As soon as you step foot into his dorm, he immediately pushed you into his bed very softly before plopping himself onto your chest, his hair being an extra blanket for both of you.

"S/O, if you want to touch or want my attention, just ask. There's no one else in the world other than you that I would be giving all my love to as you never bore me. And.. Likewise, I crave for your love." He confessed, not possessing his own words the more he spoke.

Izuru would still prefer it if you asked permission first. Sure, he fully expects your presence and needs but still, he would appreciate it if you asked first.

Hope your luck is high, because even if it's everytime, he would blush a little and sometimes even smile when you talk or touch him, as he loves you dearly.

[mystic-writes]

I hope this is the right place haha. Could you do a female Eivor and female reader. The reader goes on a raid but it doesn’t go a planned. Maybe captured and tortured (sounds rough I know. A damsel in distress situation) then Eivor comes and rescues her. Thank you!

Thank you so much for sending in a request! This is not only my first request, but also my first kidnapping (kinda) fic! I feel like I'm officially a fanfic writer now! Also, happy pride month everyone, happy indigenous history month to all the indigenous folks out there! As a side note, my requests are still open, so feel free to send them to my askbox everyone!

CW: water torture, knifes, blood, brief mention of hot metal torture situation (none of the above are in a lot of detail!), angst, fluffy ending

Possible spoilers (very vague mention of storyline related thing)!

It had been days, maybe even a week since you had been captured during a raid that had gone rather poorly. While you were striking down soldiers with your bow from a nice, high branch at the top of a tree, you were spotted and a group of soldiers came after you. You had no choice other than to jump down from your high vantage point, and in doing so you sprained your ankle. Because you were injured and unable to really run away, the group of soldiers eventually caught up to you. Since then, you’d remained in the cell you had been placed in that night, hands and feet chained, the metal beginning to cut into your flesh. You had been questioned a few times, usually regarding what Eivor knew about the Order. You never answered any of the questions they asked you, partly because you usually didn’t know what to tell them. Eivor told you very little about her work dismantling the Order of the Ancients because she didn’t want you to get involved with it somehow, which would greatly endanger your safety. When they didn’t get the answers they so desperately wanted, they would either pour buckets of freezing cold water over your head, or slowly drag a knife along your flesh in a spot of their choosing. Though the cuts were not deep, likely in order to keep you from bleeding out, they stung when the water was poured over you, and were quite painful. Not to mention that having water repeatedly poured over you left you almost permanently wet, or at the very least damp, leading you to not be able to produce any body heat.

Though the days of torture and going with little to no food or water passed on, you knew that Eivor would find you eventually. She loved you, and had promised that no matter what happened, she would always keep you safe. Though the raid had not gone as planned and you had been captured, you knew she would keep her word; she always did. You trusted your lover, and knew she would do whatever she had to in order to get you back.

At some point, you had either passed out or fallen asleep (you weren’t sure which), and now someone was shaking you awake rather violently. You opened your eyes, hoping that it was Eivor, but instead saw one of the soldiers who had captured you. You felt tears spring to your eyes as you were hauled off to another room, dreading what was to come, and not knowing how much more you could take.

As usual, you were placed in a chair, your wrists strapped to the arms of the chair, and your ankles to the legs. You knew what to expect at this point; question after question, and you giving them no answer, then either being cut or having freezing water poured over your head. However, you noticed today that there were no buckets of water in the room today, and that there was a brazier sitting next to you. You had an idea of where this was going, and you did not like it. Though you knew it was of no use, you began struggling against your restraints.

“Now, now, darling. There won’t be any escaping happening here,” one of the soldiers says, directly in front of your face. You take the opportunity presented to you, and spit at him. This gets you a slap in the face that leaves your skin tingling and your ears ringing. But, you don’t regret spitting at him; not at all.

“Well, now that the spitting is hopefully out of the way, time for some questions. You might want to cooperate today, love. We’ve got a new toy to try out on you and I don’t think you’ll like it very much,” he says, lighting the coals in the brazier sitting next to you. He then places a long, metal poker into the fire, and you watch as the metal turns bright red.

“Now, what do you know about the Order? Who is that heathen’s next target, huh?” he asks you. When you don’t answer he goes to grab the metal poker. He holds it just above the skin on your collarbone, and says “Are you sure you don’t want to ans-,” before getting cut off by a door slamming open, and a knife slitting his throat. As the body of the soldier is pushed to the side, you see the person wielding the knife, and it’s just who you had hoped it would be. Eivor drops the knife, now covered in the blood of one of the men who had taken you, and falls to her knees, begging to unfasten your restraints. You try to speak, to tell her how thankful you are, but she hushes you, telling you to save your strength. Once your restraints have been severed, she takes off her cloak and wraps it around you before picking you up. You’re grateful for the warmth of her large cloak, and even more grateful that you’ll soon be back in Ravensthorpe.

You begin to wake up and notice that you’re snuggled up in several soft furs, being held by who you can only assume is Eivor. The last thing you can remember before you passed out is the jostling from being on top of a horse, and Eivor holding you closely, whispering to you that you were safe. You open your eyes and see Eivor looking down at you. Once she realizes that you’re awake, she pulls you even closer to her, and whispers “I’m so sorry, my love. I have failed you.”

You reach up and wipe away a tear that has slipped from one of her eyes and say, “But, you haven’t! I’m back home thanks to you.” You wrap your arms around her middle and squeeze as tight as you possibly can, so happy to be back in the arms of the person that you love the most.

“I thought you would be safe if you were further away. I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have assumed that,” she says, her voice strained.

“Eivor, I’m usually fine. There was no way for either of us to know that someone would spot me. None of what has happened is your fault, nor do I blame you. I’m just glad to be back here, with you, in your arms,” you whisper to her, leaning up to kiss her cheek. You press your head to her chest, suddenly feeling tired again.

“Y/N, I would have done anything to get you back. Your safety will always be more important to me than anything else, and I love you more than words can say. Now rest my love, you have been through a lot,” she says before placing a kiss on top of your head.

You return her affections, and feel yourself begin to drift off. You’re comforted by the warmth and the safety of being in Eivor’s arms, and allow yourself to be lulled to sleep by the beating of her heart.

[lovingjeankirstein]

watching trese w kuya iwa and oikawa hcs? 👁👁

bestie romeo back at it again with the kuya iwa hc ideas.

BEING FR- I FORGOT A LOT OF THE THINGS THAT HAPPENED SO THIS IS PROLLY VAGUE

gn! reader (ALSO: t = tooru oikawa; h = hajime iwaizumi; y/n = you)

CW! SOME SPOILERS FROM TRESE. READ AT YOUR OWN WILL. ALSO, slight language

watching trese with oikawa and half-filipino! iwaizumi

you and iwa would’ve watched it already, but oikawa brings it up one day when he sees it while finding what to watch on netflix.

t: iwa channn, y/n channn!! did you watch that new filipino anime that came out on netflix yet??

h: yea what about it?

t: CAN YOU GUYS WATCH WITH MEEE I WANT TO WATCH A FILIPINO ANIME WITH MY IRL FILIPINO FRIENDS PLEASEEEE

y/n: im down!! we can educate you on our culture and myths too.

you’re all either at oikawa’s house or haji’s, but if you’re at haji’s, he’ll have filipino snacks for all of you to really enhance the experience.

we got everything like boy bawang, balut, oishi shrimp chips, piattos, otap, pancit canton, literally anything bruh. (choc nut for nuno)

you and hajime will be cuddling on the couch or be closer to each other than oikawa and he’s there third wheeling like 💀💀

t: huh it’s getting a little cold in here don’t you think

h: *throws him a blanket* here that’ll fix it

I FEEL LIKE OIKAWA IS A MOVIE/SHOW TALKER

like in serious parts he’ll shut up and pay attention but otherwise he’ll just be talking and asking about it at random parts sm you’ll have to rewind a lot.

t: ooh what’s that

y/n: it’s a duwende

t: *tries to say it for the next 5 minutes*

y/n: tooru i will throw this remote at you i’ll help you learn it later just sh for now

HIM BEING LOWKEY SURPRISED/SCARED AT THE ASWANGS AND WHEN HE SEES NUNO

t: OH MY GOD WHAT IS THAT

h: nuno is a spirit of the elderly. if you don’t say “tabi tabi po” on their property they will curse you. he reminds me of you.

t: IWA CHANNNN ARE YOU CALLING ME UGLY 😞

y/n: 😀☝🏼 NO well maybe BUT NO IT’S BC YOU’RE A CHISMOSA TANGINA (chismosa: gossiper. tangina = bitch)

when moments like the prison attack happen with the thing with the prisoner, he actually wants to chat about it and his opinion before the next episode. it turns into a whole deep conversation.

this makes watching stuff with oikawa so fun and worthwhile.

you guys would be watching in tagalog dub and he’d be shocked to find out some of the things haji calls him are so rude.

t: OH HE JUST SAID WHAT YOU CALL ME IWA. YOU CALL ME A GAGO- … I THOUGHT YOU SAID THAT MEANS IM TALENTED 😞

WHEN THE WIND ELEMENTS GET THEIR PRIZE OF GETTING LAID BY KAMBAL (pls that was so humorous i can’t) OIKAWA MAKES SM SMUG COMMENTS you guys end up laughing a lot.

t: woah ho ho getting action i seee 👀 kambal went to town that night hehe

during the final battle he gets so upset when everything starts going wrong.

t: WHY’D THEY KILL CAPTAIN GURRERO WHAT

t: KAMBAL AREN’T SUPPOSED TO DO THAT WHY WHAT ARE THEY DOING NO

don’t forget his tagalog would be pretty slanged but he’s trying

lowkey predicted the ending tho. he’d be like “is this some ending where the lesson is family is stronger than anything or something”

5 minutes later: “Malakas nga ang lukso ng dugo, pero hindi matitinag ang pamilya.” (the bond of blood might be strong, but the bond of family is stronger)

t: I KNEW IT HAH YOU HEARD ME RIGHT

you and iwa: SHUSH WATCH THE DAMN SHOW OIKAWA

all in all, oikawa would really enjoy trese. he likes the folklore and he got to learn more about his besties.

he finds all of the aswangs and creatures very cool and interesting even tho they may look ugly/scary to him.

he liked that it was funny and really showed the culture of the philippines. he ofc would say all this to both you and haji.

he would text you two in the middle of the night that he got a nightmare of a tiyanak or xa mul. you guys would lowk laugh but reassure him they aren’t real for like two weeks.

he’d also swear he saw the white lady of balente drive while walking home from practice even though we’re in japan???

you guys wouldn’t express it, but you guys both appreciate oikawa enjoying it and his willingness to know more about the legends and myths from where you two came from. oikawa def knows you two feel this way tho.

BAM DONE. I HOPE YOU LIKE BESTIE ROMEO I ENJOYED WRITING THIS.

aoba johsai masterlist

tags: @nanaomiomi @jesus-christ-super-ace