#the first strike didn't kill him instantly and he had enough time to try to get away

[the-faceless-bride]

More Ideas for KNY (demon slayer) different characters ♡ (SOME NSFW CONTENT FOR SANEMI AND MUZAN AND MENTIONS OF GORE IN SANEMI AND LIGHT NSFW IN GYOMEI)

<- Part 1

Imagine being dangerously in love.

Imagine being a demon, obsessed with the brash, and blood thirst Wind Hashira. the first time ever being in battle with him is what leads you down a path of want and lust for the cruel hashira.

Imagine going out of your way to always be where he is, always catching his attention and being attacked by him. He believes you're mocking him, following him just to show off that he hasn't been able to kill you. But that isn't true at all. When you fight, you never actively try and gut him, only blocking your neck and leaving the rest of your limbs exposed to be lashed in this masochism tango.

Imagine struggling to hide your enjoyment and ecstacy each time his sword ripped, teard, and scar your body. He had to have known how me made you feel. He must. The darkness of your cheeks must've been a giveaway. Right? His eyes bewitching you in how intense he glares into your soul. It sets a fire under your cold skin, a burning desire.

Imagine one time when you and Sanemi are fighting. Other slayers show up. But they don't instantly jump into the fight. 1. from looking at the fight, you hadn't landed a single strike and seemed to be a greater deal slower than the hashira, and 2. Tanjiro made an odd comment. "Huh, it's like she's avoiding striking him on purpose."

Imagine how Shinobu decided the fight was long enough and tried to sneak in and end the fight. Only for a switch to set off and catch her off guard and spin at the speed of light, leaving a large gash across her body from her left founder to her hip. And Sanemi instantly tried to help her. Only to be stopped by your own weapon pressed so close to his neck that even swallowing made his Adamsapple scrape against a sharp blade. "Don't you dare. Your attention is meant for me. Are you seriously letting her attempt to get between us work?" And that made Sanemi pause... "us? Wha-" -- "don't play dumb darling. We're soulmates, Sanemi~" you whisper to him. "What the fuck."

Imagine how now you make him feel so conflicted, how he hates you for what you are but loves you for how you make him feel... in his home in his spare time as the sun rises, his windows covered and locked tight as he has you on your knees, leaning forward and his chest pressed to your back. Your head locked between his bicep as his other hand held his sword under you. It nicks you each time he thrusts. If he pushed you forward anymore, his blade would surely cut your chest and stomach open. "I HATE YOU, YOU FILTHY DEMON. I DONT WANT YOU. CURSE YOU FOR DEMONIC TEMPTATION." You softy cry at the harsh words from your love, "I don't care if you don't want me... I'm yours right now..."

Sanemi Shinazugawa × Demon reader Trope: Yandere Lovesick/I hate you so much I love you.

Imagine being with Muzan his entire life... your family were servants to his family. And from a young age, you were assigned to be Muzans personal maid or companion as you were too young to really do any work than cleaning up his room. But since you can remember, you've always been with Muzan.

Imagine being the one he confides with most. His fears, his wishes, and despite his coldness. His shouldering eyes seemed to be less scorching when it came to you. His one and only friend. Even if you didn't have much of a choice in the companionship. It was you who sat in on his doctor's visits about his deteriorating health. When he got the news of how it would be a miracle for him to even make it to his mid 20s...

Imagine how one night after a particularly scary coughing fit, he simply places his head to your mid section as you blush his hair and pull it back into a braid. He softy thanks you as he tilts his head to look up at you, "Of course, I'm always happy to take care of you." But that isn't want he wants. He wanted to take care of you. Not you to him. And without thinking, he pulls you down to him.

Imagine His heat is pounding in his chest. You lay across him as his long and slim fingers tease you between your legs. You try and stay quiet, your face twisted with pleasure and guilt. You felt like you were taking advantage of the sick man who would never find love or feel the love of another in such a romantic and intimate way. You thought maybe that this was him just grasping for a moment where he didn't feel so useless being bedridden. But it was so much more. If this was the last thing he did, pleasing the only one who he cared for most. The one he wished he could've married... he would be happy to die. This surely isn't good for his heart, but he couldn't care less. You hovering yourself above him. As he tried weakly to pull you in to rest your whole weight. This was how he wanted to spend his last days, weeks, and months. However long he had left. He wanted it to be with you.

Imagine as days go by, and he feels more and more guilty. He starts to feel as though you let him do these things because you feel obligated as his personal maid to do so. Nights in the dark ask he fingers you, giving and receiving oral pleasure. But you still won't give him everything. You refuse to fully lay with him. Sometimes, he feels like it's because you don't really love him. Not like he does you. Or maybe you find him... pathetic... he can't actually make love to you. You'd be doing all the work. He doesn't want that, and it seems you don't either... eventually, his thoughts become too much, and he decides to let you go...

Imagine you were relieved of all your maid duties, not just to Muzan but to the family as a whole. You were heartbroken. And the heartbreak only worsened at the news of Muzan and his families and your families deaths. You'd cried more times than you'd ever had before in your life. And you were so very confused when you'd found a Man who looked exactly like Muzan sitting in your bed a few nights later. "Hello dear. I'm home." He invented to truly give you what you wanted, and he was eager to give it too you.

Muzan Kibutsuji × reader Trope: Unrequited/reunited love/soulmates

Imagine being Master Kagaya's faithful slayer, you'd always admired him. You and your Master had created a strong bond. Stronger than others. Moments like this reminded you that you were special. You sat on your knees as you just like you had the first time. Your head pressed to his chest and he dragged his fingers over your head.

Imagine trying not to tear up as you remember the first time you'd kneeled for him. You'd been reckless and impatient leading to a fellow slayer getting extremely hurt. You kneeled before him as you sat in the room alone waiting for him to speak. Doing your best to not make any noise as you silently cry. You'd failed him. Your beloved Master. But he didn't yell. He didn't make you feel like you were a problem. He merely hummed before knealing with you, one hand on atop your head and the other cupping your cheek feeling the wet stream of tears and wiped it away. "It's alright. You didn't mean for this to happen. I know you didn't. I know you're a good girl." And your breath hitched. He noticed. And from then on he gave you positive affrimations which encouraged you to do better. For him.

Imagine how as you sat there listening to his words letting yourself flow away and melt into your master. He thought it was innocent. He was simply your master helping you, if it wasn't him maybe you'd find these soft words from Gyomei or maybe even Kyojuro... but he was wrong. So wrong. It was him. Only him. You'd put yourself on the line so much more than you should've. All to hear those soft praises. His wife must not like you... you do take up more and more of his time as days go on...

Imagine how he softly calls to you. Late that night, he'd heard your footsteps. He sat with you talking. About anything that day. Soft and short conversations. Quiet but not uncomfortable. "You're my favorite you know." He sighed, before he let out a small chuckle "don't tell the others." You know he was teasing. But your heart told you other wise.

Imagine being hurt. In battle you were hurt. But even in your pain you still made your way to your master... your beautiful Kagaya... the married man, the family man, that you had fallen in love with. "My dear, you still come and see me while you're in such pain?" He seemed shocked. But you aren't sure why, you'd walk on hot coles and crawled on your hands and belly to kneel for him. You'd do anything for your master. And you could only hope as his favorite... you wouldn't let him down. Finally you lifted your head from his chest, pulling his hands from your hands, leaving a kiss to his knuckles. One day. One day you'll have him.

Kagaya Ubuyashiki × Slayer reader Trope: unrequited love/lovesick/slow burn

Special Part two of Forbidden love with Gyomei × demon

Imagine how the rest of the slayers flock around Gyomei, asking him so many questions. And he couldn't even answer them all. Too consumed by his disbelief that the person he'd fallen in love with so deeply, had turned out to be a demon.

Imagine how he layed in bed lonely and... missing you. He began to long of your cold touch, your voice, your laugh that was so contagious to him. He missed you. He'd fallen for you. Demon or not. He laid in his bed trying and failing to get even a wink of sleep. But just as he had almost fallen asleep he was awoken by a sound. 'Tap tap' was the sound, 'tap tap' on his window. "Gyomei... my love..."

Imagine how he practically leaped from his bed. Demon or not you had carved yourself a spot in his heart. Slamming open the window and pulling you inside, his hands instantly feeling over your cheeks, your nose, your neck. Kissing the knuckles of your cold hands.

Imagine being the one that made Gyomei for a moment stay from his faiths. Gyomei devoted his life to his beliefs, that includes waiting. Waited all his life for the one. Saving himself and waiting. But you both were in a unique circumstances... so from that point on Gyomei promised himself to you. You would stay with him in his home and he would always come back to you. That night he would kiss you, love you, lay you under him while he whispered for you to be his.

[tokoyamisstuff]

What would happen if Andrenson met an really beautiful but lustful woman whom he has no opportunity to kill? But who, perhaps out of spite, mockery, or stupidity (or all at once), openly harasses him. After all, Andrenson has such a body that you can give compliments and try to touch it all your life, but still something will remain unknown.

And he doesn’t like it. But he can’t help but enjoy such unique attention.

f! regenerator! Reader | not proofread | blood/injury | pretty OOC | some cheesy ass dialogue | enemies to whatever the fuck this is

Anderson has been called many things throughout his life - handsome wasn't one of them.

Before he met you he didn't really waste much thought about appearances. After all, every person was made after the Lord's image in his limitless wisdom and grace. They're all perfectly flawed in their own right.

But lately he finds himself staring at his reflection in the mirror for longer than the short time he needs to get groomed, wondering what anyone could see in that face.

No, that was a foolish thought. You say those things merely to distract him - and much to his frustration it seems to be working.

Because a tiny, easily muteable part of himself secretly looked forwards to meeting you again.

The first time you fought he had you pinned down beneath him, straddling your waist to keep you in place. "Hey! You should at least buy me dinner first" you had told him with that damn vibrant laugh of yours, infuriating him not only because you weren't taken this seriously. Can't even let him have this moment of victory...

"I'll kill you, maybe that'll shut you up!" he roared, pressing his bayonet firmly against your throat - but you looked up to him with a dreamy expression, mumbling "Mhh...what beautiful eyes you have..."

Much to his shame this unexpected comment caught him so off guard that you could easily use the moment to free yourself from his grasp and flee, but not without taunting him a bit. "Looking forwards to our next meeting, Father Anderson..."

Ever since then you had cashed several times, each without determining a winner. Not only because your powers were more or less balanced, but rather since your behavior always manages to strike a nerve with him somehow.

More often than not you'd resort to try and touch him. Nothing too indecent, but still way inappropriate on a man of the cloth. You'd let your hand run through his hair, feel the muscles beneath his cassock or even try to peck a kiss on his scarred cheek, all while showering him in shameless compliments.

The sensation is driving him insane, on the one hand leaving him seething with rage for having a vile heathen like you touch a holy man like him, yet on the other he is aching for more. Each time he freezes in expectation, each time he groans internally when you pull away.

While he's aware no one is immune to temptation, it surely hurts his pride that he's prone to such impure attention. Man of god he may be, you remind him he is still just a man and it makes him loathe both you and himself.

To add to his frustration, you're never truly trying to harm him. You keep saying you're only there to kill vampires, only ever deflecting his attacks or maybe throwing some non-serious jabs yourself.

One night he was called to purge a town that's been claimed as both Iscariot and Hellsing territory, and he can't help but be subconsciously thrilled about the possibility to meet you again. He even caught himself wondering if he looks presentable enough, bloody pathetic.

Suddenly you jump down from the ceiling and straight onto his back, burying your face in the crook of his shoulder. His body instantly betrays him and he feels goosebumps rising at the contact of your skin against his.

"Heya, handsome!" you cheer alluringly, your fingertips running along the scar on his cheek making him shudder. "Long time no see. Must be my lucky day!"

Anderson acts reflexive and throws you over his shoulder, trying to throw you to the ground but you land a few feet away from him, smiling mischievously.

"Touch me again, and I'll cut that hand right off, Hellsing scum" he warns, but you would only smirk amused, excited even at his attempt to threaten you. "Wouldn't be the first time, but it's always worth it."

"...stop messing around" the priest grumbles irritated, hesistantly drawing his weapons. "I'm here for the vampire."

"Already taken care of" you chant in return, invitingly batting your lashes. "Just the two of us left, darlin'."

He just gives a sour look at the comment and lunges at you before you could confuse his morals any further. It doesn't take long until he wears you out and finds an opening, one of his bayonets piercing your abdomen. You chuckle as you pull out the weapon, and for the fraction of a second he feels almost guilty when blood pours from the gaping wound until it heals almost instantly.

"Heh, I'd rather you stick something else inside of me." The mental image invades his mind despite his best efforts, his face already bright red when he shouts at you but struggles to find any insults. "You...damn minx! I'll teach you some manners!"

"Don't threaten me with a good time, Judas Priest." Another blow almost hits you and you leap backwards. "C'mon, love, can you blame me? You look too adorable when you're flustered." He grits his teeth, trying to remain menacing but stumbles across his own words. "I'm- I'm not flustered, I'm furious!"

"Whatever you need to tell yourself" you tease some more, and each word is like a punch to the guts for the man. It feels like hes getting tainted more and more, his resolve slowly but steadily crumbling.

After a while of futile attempts to overpower you, eventually a bold idea pops up in his brain: Fighting fire with fire. As soon as he gets close enough, he grabs the back of your neck and slams his lips onto yours, the shock knocking all air out of your lungs. He takes the opportunity and presses you against the next best wall, a knee between your legs keeping you in place.

"H-Hey, I was just fooling around..." you stammer as he glares at you with a wolfish smirk plastered across his face, gleefully enjoying how you writhe beneath his grip. "Nah ah-ah, no backing off now." Leaning in, your scent deepens the lustful haze encoating his mind, his breath hot on your ear when he speaks.

"So...what should I do with you now, beautiful?"

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Ulfric slowly loses Eryn's respect over time but one incident really cements it.

During the war, there's imperial assassins who come after Eryn. To keep his best asset beloved soldier safe, Ulfric orders her to stay in Windhelm for a bit.

Literally everyone protests this, but Ulfric DOES outrank all of them, so... guess she's to stay put. Eryn HAAAATES this.

Well, while she's in the city, there's yet another murder. And this time, it's one of Eryn's friends, Susanna. The guards tell her to stay back, don't get involved, they're busy enough, and they sarcastically tell her if SHE can solve it she's welcome to.

Eryn goes to Jorleif, who admits that the guards all prioritize the war and don't listen to him. And of course she's upset that no one seems to care about this, and she desperately needs something to do.

Eryn goes through the normal questline, following her hunches and instincts. She notices instantly that it's like some sort of ritualistic killing, based on where the killings are. When she investigates Hjerm, she finds the murder scene (and the amulet).

She brings the info to Jorleif as she goes, who is genuinely grateful for her help. He didn't not care, but he couldn't get the guards to care. He recommends she ask Calixto, since he seems to love weird bullshit.

Calixto instantly sets off Eryn's alarm bells. Something about him just strikes her weird. Especially since he keeps trying to insist that she sells him that necklace. Which she doesn't do, because it's part of an active investigation. And he's being WEIRD.

But she does listen to him that Wuunferth is knowledgeable about things like necromancy. So she goes to talk to Wuunferth.

He, of course, informs her that no he doesn't do necromancy, he has the nickname "The Unliving" bc he's stupid old. But Eryn explains that she wasn't accusing him, she doesn't care about what college he went to, and she just wants information.

Wuunferth softens, and they compare notes. He's also quite surprised when she uses magic as a way to visually illustrate her points. She always forgets that people don't seem to think magic and swords can coexist.

So, they realize the pattern, the way these murders are happening, and where the murderer is going to strike next. They agree to set a trap. Eryn would make great bait, but everyone knows who she is and that she's dangerous.

So, the night of the next murder, she stays hidden with some illusion magic from Wuunferth... And a man jumps out at Arivanya. Eryn saves her and knocks down the murderer. It's revealed to be Calixto, of course. But when he tries to jump at Eryn after feigning a surrender, she just fireballs him in the face.

The city thanks her, sincerely. She's avenged the murdered women, and managed to solve a serial killer case.

Wuunferth, especially, thanks her. He didn't know people suspected him, and he's glad Eryn had the sense to come talk to him before accusing him.

As a thank you, he enchants her rapier for her, free of charge. He gives it enchantments he thinks fit her: Fire damage, like her favorite spells, and a health absorbing property, so she'll always have a chance as long as she can swing a sword.

She thanks him and picks up her sword, which she names Redwing after its new red glow. But it's all bothering her. Something about this just felt off.

She looks to where Ulfric is sitting, and makes a face. She doesn't get why she feels so... angry, almost. Angry at him.

Wuunferth says that happens to everyone around Ulfric, eventually. He says things that people believe in, he fights a cause worth fighting, so people like him at first. But sooner or later, everyone gets tired of him.

Eryn realizes it's because he didn't care about his city, or the fact that people were dying. He didn't care. At all. Jorleif tells her that's just normal for Windhelm, hence why he was trying to put the investigation together.

Eryn still doesn't seem to quite get it. She feels upset with herself for being upset. That's the man she's fighting a war for, right? So why does she suddenly dislike him so much?

Wuunferth and Jorleif gently explain it to her.

Ulfric is selfish and short sighted.

Eryn is not.

That's why she doesn't like him.

[am-i-the-one]

Smoking and Vampires Kill (Reader x Spike)

'A sigh escaped your mouth as you remember the feeling of being kissed by Spike and exhaling smoke. You knew if you didn't quit smoking and break up with Spike they would have both killed you in the end.'

Summary: Your vampire ex-boyfriend visits your house when he hears you've quit smoking to try and tempt you into giving in to both.

Word Count: 2048

Ao3 link: Ao3

You walked straight into the bathroom and flushed your last pack of cigarettes as the crowd downstairs cheered when the clock struck midnight on New Year's Eve. While your heart leapt into your throat as the urge for a cigarette immediately started you breathed out a sigh of relief. With your whole body trembling, you washed your hands and went to re-join the party and find your boyfriend in the crowd.

It was Winter Break and you've been back home from studying at UC Sunnydale for two weeks now. Coincidently, that's the number of days gone without smoking too, striking them off like prison scratches on the wall. You've always wanted to quit smoking but it didn't help when you met Spike who would chain-smoke indefinitely without the death anxiety, for reasons you didn't understand at first.

You first met Spike outside the Bronze one evening when he asked you for a light. You hadn't seen him inside or around town but sticking to the smoker's code of honour you passed him a lighter. Not thinking anything of it, you said he could keep it remembering all the collectible Clippers in your bedside draw. It was a novelty Halloween design with a vampire motif and the words 'blood sucker' wrapped around it. You never liked it. Vampires were never your favourite monster. You remember how he looked at you not quite understanding the gesture, with his eyes opened and slightly frowning at the suggestion. His facial expression soon relaxed and he thanked you and said he'd maybe see you inside. As you went back to your friends at the bar, you thought how strange he looked as he blew smoke rings and poked is finger through them while looking up at the night sky.

From that night on, you would only ever see him loitering outside the unofficial designated smoker's area around the Bronze's back alley. Since you spent half the night going in and out to smoke you'd end up catching him before he disappeared into the night. Soon enough, as the weeks progressed and the nights out became boring, he turned into the sole purpose you went to the Bronze. How pathetic, you thought, to shiver in the cold waiting for a stranger to appear, exchange a few words, share a smile and a cigarette and say goodbye.

One night you were stood outside the Bronze warming yourself up with your lighter after crushing out your second cigarette. You didn't think he was going to show until you turned around to go inside and there he was, stood behind you and brooding over the top of your head and grinning maniacally.

"Hey, I was just looking for you. What are you doing outside? You must be freezing. Let's go back inside."

He shuffled you indoors and bought you a hot drink to warm you up. All the time shaking his head and complaining you were going to catch a cold. You moved naturally with him and followed his lead. This was the first time you had ever even seen him inside the Bronze, let alone be in his company with others around. You both sat down at a table in the back where it was away from the main stage.

"I haven't seen you in a while," you said, instantly regretting it.

"Yeah, I've been busy," Spike said raising his eyebrows. "But I had my lucky lighter to remind me of you," he took it out of his jacket pocket and showed you the lighter out of his pocket and began playing with it on the table. You couldn't help but smile that he had remembered. You talked together until closing and then he walked you home, insisting, saying there's bad people lurking around this time of night.

It would only be a few weeks into the relationship that he would reveal his true identity as a vampire. You immediately ended the relationship in your head when his face turned into that of a beast and the horror was struck onto your face. It wasn't that you were scared at the change in his appearance and demeanour. You only wanted to leave and never see him again.

This was three months ago and you hadn't seen him since. Not even when you braved to go out to the Bronze a few weeks after the break-up. You slowly forgot, or pretended you had forgotten, about the mystery vampire when you arrived at UC Sunnydale. With all the studying, cramming, coffee and cigarettes consuming your brain you could hardly think straight let alone remember the ugly sight of Spike's transformation. But you were now back home and the memories consumed you of your nights out and late-night talking. The itch to smoke a cigarette as you lay awake at night thinking of Spike in your childhood bed began to consume you.

Day 15. Midnight.

You were awake with intense cravings and nausea as the whole world would spin when you tried to rest your head. Annoyed at the very fact you started smoking in the first place, you switched on your bedside light and tried some breathing exercises. In and out. It will all go away soon, you thought. You stared out your bedroom window and remembered all the memories with Spike.

The time you both stood huddled under his leather jacket while it rained with his arm wrapped around your shoulder as you shared his last cigarette. With your faces almost touching, all it took was a turn and that was the first time you kissed with the forgotten cigarette half finished on the ground. A sigh escaped your mouth as you remember the repeated feeling of being kissed by Spike and exhaling smoke. You knew in your heart if you didn't quit smoking and break up with Spike they would have both killed you in the end. There's nothing in this world that compares to having something you love which kills you in the process at your own volition. You feel both weak and strong while being defeated because you have something to cling to while the world's falling apart.

These thoughts were racing through your head as the clock turned between the early hours of the morning. You heard your parents snoring down the hallway and closed your eyes. This grounded you in the moment until you heard something outside which sounded like a lighter spark and an inhale followed by a familiar cough and curse.

You sat frozen on your bed while your eyes spread open-wide consuming the darkness of the night. You slowly drifted to your windowsill, hiding behind the curtain and peeping outside. You saw standing below your window a man leaning against a tree in your front yard and looking straight into your bedroom. Flustered you backed away from the window. It's too dark to tell but you don't think he looked angry or upset. Honestly, it looked like he was just minding his own business, loitering in the middle of the night. Except, he was staring into your window. You opened the curtain to take another look outside and lock eyes with the mysterious man. As he raised his hand to catch your attention you saw the dark shadow of a man become more and more like Spike. He obviously hadn't forgotten about you. You remember Spike is unable to enter the house since you never formally invited him inside. But, that didn't make him go away as there he stood waiting outside your house.

Knowing that you would be unable to sleep unless you confronted him about his stalkerish behaviour you returned to the window. You opened both curtains at once and sat down on your windowsill bench wrapping your blanket around yourself. Taking a deep breath, you opened your window and finally looked down and took a good look at Spike standing down below.

"I had nearly given up," he said waving his lit cigarette in the air. "I thought I was going to have to smoke a whole pack before you'd open up."

"What are you doing here Spike?" you ask, grimacing as you see his bleached blonde hair shine in the moonlight. How did that ever attract you, you wondered.

"A little birdy told me that you've quit smoking and I've just come to give my congrats. Nothing wrong with that, is there?" he asked, feigning innocence by putting his hands up in the air. He throws and crushes the dead cigarette on the ground and proceeds to light another one. "You see, I've tried quitting every turn of the century but nothing's seemed to work and I was thinking, since you're doing so well and all, you'd let me in on the secret".

This is unbelievable, you thought. He's really going to stand there all night, smoking a packet of cigarettes, trying to get inside your head. As the wind rustled the leaves above Spike, you thought if only it picks up that it would blow out his cigarette or drown out his voice.

You looked into Spike's eyes as he raised his eyebrows waiting for your response. "If you really want to know Spike, sometimes to kill one addiction you have to kill another. Like, if you always smoke when you have a drink you might have to quit both. At least for me, breaking up with you has solved all kinds of problems in my life."

"Ouch that hurts, love. But I bet that's what you wanted. Though I know you don't mean a word. I'll throw you up a smoke, if you want. Must be craving one like mad stuck in your room watching me enjoy one." He said, blowing out a cloud of smoke in your direction. You hated to admit it but he was right. You would have liked a cigarette but you couldn't bow down and accept one from Spike, of all people.

"Sure and while I'm at it, I think I want to get back together."

"Cool it with the sarcasm pet, I'm just teasing. Honestly, I want to commend you for giving it up. There's no point ruining your body when it's your only one. But I've been missing you lately. You never come to the Bronze anymore."

Why doesn't he just start crying, you thought. If you would have known he'd be this clingy you would never have spoken to him or given him that stupid lighter.

Suddenly, it struck you that maybe all those times you waited in the back alley for him, he was also waiting for you and the right time to pretend to show up and make his entrance. How long could he have been staring at me, watching me, waiting to come up to me and casually have a smoke like it was the most ordinary thing in the world. It creeped you out to think of yourself as prey and Spike as the predator. But at the end of the day, that's what he was. He had never raised his hand to you or drawn your blood, but that doesn't mean he wasn't trying to kill you. He was toying with you, making you believe you were in love with him. You thought you could never love another person except for Spike.

Now, neither Spike or cigarettes were welcome into your life anymore. You no longer needed those things that were silently killing you. You stared down at Spike, smoking his third cigarette and caught a glimpse of your old vampire lighter. If only you could have known when you handed it over to him. He must have secretly loved it.

Reflecting on when you first started smoking, you didn't know it was going to corrupt your body and become an irrepressible addiction. You thought it would lessen the monotony of everyday life and make you more mature and interesting at parties and school. The same thing could be said to be true about going out with Spike, who was an older guy not in school. It just happened to be someone who was much older than he looks. You know you shouldn't blame yourself for what you now know, but it's hard when you're directly faced with the consequences. Sat looking out your window, your body both desires and craves the touch of Spike and smoking a cigarette.

"Goodbye, Spike," you whisper loud enough to see his face start and mouth open.

You smile sincerely looking down at Spike remembering the times you had together. The nights he'd stay out with you after closing hours and talk with you all night. But, Spike is a double-edged sword and someone who, in the end, would kill you if he had the chance. You close the curtains not turning back and curl up into bed imagining his arm around you as you smoked together in the rain. It felt so real, like he was right there in bed beside you. Although you knew it was impossible you curled up next to him in his smoked-stained leather jacket and felt his arms wrap around you.

"I guess that's another addiction I haven't gotten over," you say as you breath out a long-held sigh of release. Switching off your lamp, you toss and turn trying to sleep while the memories of Spike lighting a cigarette and handing it over to you turns in your brain.

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DRDT Upside Down AU - The CH1 Murder Closing Argument

SPOILS FOR THE CANON DRDT CH1!

Act 1 This all started when someone slipped a note under Teruko Tawaki, the Ultimate Designer's, door. The note was from Min Jeung, the Ultimate Entomologist. She requested for Teruko to meet her in the computer lab for something of utmost importorance. Seeing no reason to doubt it, Teruko headed to the computer. Upon arrival, things seemed normal at first…until Min decided to strike. She pulled out one of her entomology books…and knocked Teruko out with it. This is so that way Teruko wouldn't struggle with what Min was about to do next. Min bent down and stabbed Teruko in the abdomen, hoping that would be enough to kill her. This was only going to be part of Min's plan: to escape the killing game by winning the class trial.

Firstly, after stabbing Teruko, Min dressing the crime scene up in order to frame one of the other participant's for Teruko's supposed murder. In order to do that, she needed to lure in her chosen participant: Rose Lacroix, the Ultimate Pastel Painter.

Act 2 In order to get Rose to the computer lab, Min lured her out with a note, this time being anonymous. Rose read the note and went to the computer lab…where she saw the scene of Teruko's unconscious body laying there. Because Rose has a photographic memory, it'd be easy to pin the murder on her since she's the only one who remember all the details about the murder, leaving her to be the main suspect. Min hid behind the door, snatching the note and one of Rose's paintbrushes before Rose ran off. She tore the note apart, and then dropped Rose's paintbrush in the blood surrounding Teruko to make it seem like Rose has been at the scene of the crime. This seems like it was all going to plan. However…

Act 3 Xander Matthews, the Ultimate Charity Worker, was walking around the building, when he saw Rose running out the computer lab in a panic. Curious, Xander peeked inside, and saw Min standing over Teruko's body. Because Xander valued human life, he decided to act before anything else could happen. Xander rushed towards Min and easily overpowered her in a fight of strength. Without thinking, he stabbed Min in the abdomen, which killed her instantly. Xander, after realizing what he had done, knew he needed to fix this before the body could be discovered. He didn't want Teruko to take the fall, but he also didn't want to be found out immediately. So, he had no choice but to think as quickly as possible. Once he spotted Rose's paintbrush, he chose to try and pin it on her, just like Min.

Xander took the knife and stored it away under the tables on the left side of the computer lab. He then picked up Rose's paintbrush, and laid it on the pool of blood that was by Min instead, along with the book Min used to knock Teruko out with. Afterwards, he planned to drag Teruko's body out of the computer lab. He knew this would get him covered in blood, so he turned his shirt inside out before moving Teruko's to the outside of the computer lab.

Act 4 After doing all of the lifting, Xander knew he needed to clean up the blood in order to keep Teruko from getting suspected. So, he rushed to the supply closet to get a bucket filled with water and a mop. However, something went wrong. As Xander ran back to the crime scene, he fell and spilled the water over the pool of blood Teruko was in. He was going to try and clean it, but unfortunately heard footsteps. With no choice, Xander left the crime scene in a flash, leaving the bucket, the mop, Min's body, and evidence framing Rose inside. With this hasty murder, all he could hope is that he'd somehow win the class trial.

[itswisp]

Qirilissk and Yvssek, ❤ ? (It's the red heart, but my computer keep changing it to black..? I mean the red heart ! The first kiss/realisation kiss ! The red heart ! :,D)

OK, so this actually didn't get as angsty as I thought it would but I like how it turned out anyway! <3

Qirilissk waits for Yvssek to fall asleep.

Lies still and quiet as he waits for its breathing to grow slow and deep, the whispering of its mind to die down to the barest mental tickle and its tentacles to stop writhing.

Then, he carefully – slowly – shifts. Slides towards the edge of the bed and reaches beneath. His hands finding what he's looking for in the fraction of a moment. Fingers curl and tighten around a handle as he rises from the sheets.

He moves with precision and intent; approaching Yvssek's sleeping form and gently folding its tentacles apart. Exposing its neck and more of its chest.

Qirilissk's eyes linger for a moment; wandering over gray skin and blue lines. Watch the chest expanding and collapsing under Yvssek's rhythmic breathing.

His tentacles twitch and curl; rising with the urge to touch and feel, but Qirilissk holds them back. Forces them back down.

His eyes harden and sharpen. This had to end. Now.

Bracing one hand into the mattress, Qirilissk leans over Yvssek while the other inches towards its exposed throat; hesitating for only a single more moment before lowering the dagger.

Qirilissk's breath stutters and stops when the blade meets skin; hand trembling ever so slightly. He hesitates again; chest tightening and mind twisting.

His eyes wander upwards; seeking out Yvssek's face on their own. Just once more, he tells himself. One last time.

His breath hitches and he gasps when he meets a cold, steady stare from pale eyes.

Qirilissk is momentarily stunned with surprise, but recovers quickly enough. Sneering, he straddles Yvssek and pins it down with his body weight; his free hand grasping for its tentacles and holds them down.

And Yvssek … just lets it happen. Doesn't fight him – doesn't even attempt to. Lets it happen and keeps its eyes on him. Staring up wordlessly and with a look that seems almost … pained.

Qirilissk growls; the blade pushing hungrily at its throat. “What?”, he spits.

Yvssek doesn't answer at first, just keeps staring. Eyes roaming over Qirilissk's form like seeing him for the first time. As if trying to paint every detail onto the canvas of its memory.

Qirilissk flicks and snaps his tentacles; flares them apart and exposes his teeth threateningly. “What?!”, he repeats himself with a hiss.

Beneath him, Yvssek relaxes. “Go ahead”, it says and makes Qirilissk blink. The grip on the dagger falters. “What”, he says for a third time.

“You are going to kill me, are you not?”, it asks calmly. Qirilissk blinks again. Stares. His grip on the dagger loosening.

He frowns. “People tend to be more concerned when faced with a situation like this”, he says. “Or, well, in your case, angry.”

“I am not angry”, Yvssek states and Qirilissk scoffs.

“I can see that, yes”, he says, eyes narrowing down with suspicion. Is this a trick? Yvssek's twisted way of making him feel safe just to strike when he least expects it? His hand curls around the dagger with renewed determination. “Why?”

“Because it is the best solution to my affliction.”

Qirilissk rises an eye ridge. “Affliction?”, he echoes; looking Yvssek over with critical eyes. But there are no signs of any illness. “I didn't know you're sick.”

Yvssek scowls. “Not sick. Corrupted”, it clarifies and Qirilissk's frown deepens. “By what?”, he asks.

Yvssek's tentacles instantly react to that. Twitching upwards, they curl and tighten around the arm that holds them and give it a harsh, but not painful squeeze. “You”, it spits with a nasty glare.

“Me?”, Qirilissk repeats, suddenly feeling offended. “I didn't even do anything! I haven't even cut you yet! How am I corrupting you?”

Yvssek's tentacles bite into his arm. “With your very presence”, it says and Qirilissk snorts. “You are infecting me.”

“That doesn't make any sense”, Qirilissk argues.

“Then how do you explain my condition? This … festering feeling in my chest, the haze of my mind? The urgent longing for you. This … need to see you. To hear your voice and feel your mind. The hollowness I feel when you're away doing who knows what. The worry that you might not return. The jealousy that you might see someone else.”

Qirilissk is listening. Speechless and with eyes growing wide. His mind and the tips of his tentacles tingle. His grip on the dagger falters.

Yvssek's eyes blaze with angry frustration, yet the tentacles holding onto Qirilissk's arm loosen and idly stroke over dark skin. It huffs and sighs. “How do you explain this irrational and constant yearning to be connected to you?”

… ah.

Qirilissk face softens; the suspicion and disbelief leaving his eyes. A tentacle unconsciously reaches out for Yvssek and caresses its cheek. A tender warmth sparks within his chest.

“I am familiar with that condition”, he says; quietly and softly. His mind quivers and his hand reluctantly lets go of the dagger. He doesn't turn to look where it lands; eyes fixated on Yvssek. “I, too, am suffering from it.”

Now, it's Yvssek who rises an eye ridge at Qirilissk's words. “How”, it says. “How did this happen?”

Leaning down, a small smile curls through Qirilissk's tentacles. “Let me show you”, he whispers and gently presses their foreheads together; mind connecting and melting into one.

[abyssmalice]

[ @kushtibokt ]

"Lady Tartaglia, yes?" It had to be her—her uniform and insignias marked her as someone of status within the ranks of the Fatui, and so did her appearance fit what he remembered of the Eleventh Harbinger.

He had certainly known her from long ago, when he was barely on his late teens and under the training care of Father. Who would have thought such a small sprout would manage to climb her way to the highest echelon of this organization...

"Lord Arlecchino sends her regards, along with a message." He takes an envelope from the folds of his inconspicuous Fatui uniform, which he was wearing only for discretion sake, and offers it her way before adding. "—She requires a written report about your participation in her last project." Fontaine, it is.

"Post-data: hopefully post haste." He adds with a charming, yet mildly pressuring smirk. He wonders briefly if the girl would recognize him having been so small back then...

Not a lot of people have the privilege of sneaking up on Tonia. Not just because of her training or keen senses, but because she simply doesn't allow it - often opting to acknowledge them before they acknowledge her, whether directly or by doing something nonsensical like throwing a spider at their faces when close enough.

Tonight though, she isn't feeling particularly up to playing games around people - the consequences of her impromptu trip to Fontaine said as much; while mostly recovered by now, there was still a lingering exhaustion at times, and way more importantly, a gigantic pile of work (ugh!) that built up in her absence. It didn't really leave her with the time or mood to be messing around, when she had the equivalent of many boring house chores to be dealing with right now.

So unwilling to be bothered enough to bother at all, she allows the unfamiliar presence to approach first. Addressing her with such formality, it instantly narrowed down the ring of likely people - agents of her fellow colleagues, or grunt men doing grunt work for grunt-whoever. Not anyone of interest, she assumes. The drab uniform she sees when she turns around is predictable, as such.

The striking pair of violet and teal eyes? Now that wasn't on the bingo sheet.

She doesn't get much time to contemplate the very unusual colors, an envelope soon being handed over. Utterly plain, nondescript, not even a name or address or anything to mark it - how very discreet of Arlecchino. Fits the modus operandi. And the instructions that are coming along with it...

Tonia can't help the small little scoff as she tucks the envelope into the folds of her own clothes. "What, her beloved children don't have the eyes and ears to report what happened in Fontaine to her? My perspective isn't going to be any different, besides an extra line about trying to make Inazuman sushi."

(Not that cutting up that otherworldly whale would make for good or even edible sushi. And what Tonia was doing for that whole month wasn't really an attempt to kill the thing - after all, she only needed it gone from the bounds of Teyvat. She would have been more than happy to escort it into the cosmic sea of the Abyss and leave it there, but alas. Whales are stupid with pea-sized brains, apparently.

Tonia hopes she never has to encounter someone who likes whales for the rest of her life. Or is connected to them in any significant way. She bets those whale enjoyers are also stupid with pea-sized brains too.)

"But fine, whatever. I'll add her pointless report to my pointless pile of things to do. Blargh." The girl sighs disdainfully, making a face for a few seconds, before her eyes train back up to the messenger. She frowns, squinting at his face for a moment. "...And you, I think, should scram. Like, leave. The city. Get out of here, my sight, maybe the Fatui altogether. Or do you feel like riding Arlecchino's tailcoats forever?"

She doesn't need the power of Irminsul to recall such vividly colored eyes - though it was so long ago that the exact face and name—if she had ever been told his name; now that, Tonia would need Irminsul to recall again—has blurred into murky forgetfulness, she can still remember seeing someone with eyes just like this guy's. Saw them in passing while briefly shadowing Arlecchino, which lines up the dots nicely enough. It's quite likely that they're the same person.

But if that's the case, then it's been a good couple of years since, and the dumb sap is here playing messenger for the Fourth like a good little goody-two-shoes, or at least that's her impression so far - after all this time, this is where he still is?

Bizarre. Absolutely bizarre decision-making here. And for some reason, the thought itches a part of her brain that is always determined to stir up problems, even against her own best interests.

Gesturing a hand idly at him, Tonia raises an eyebrow. Her choice of words is, as ever, dangerously flippant, daring for a clash - but her overall tone of voice remains more thoughtful and curious than anything. "—What's so fun about sticking with her anyway? Did a good deed for you so you decided to repay her with your life, or something just as stupid and nonsensical? Or do you like just being under people's thumbs and following orders like a little dog? Do you have greater plans than this? No plans? No brain? No conviction for anything actually worthwhile in life? Or do you have something in mind and believe this is all worth it anyway?"

A pause, before the girl just shrugs. "Whatever. Not that I care. Anyway, if Arlecchino wants a 'yes I got the memo' reply when you report to her - like the boring person she is - you can tell her that. Also add that she owes me ten billion cakes, because I said so."

She spins smoothly on her heel, seeming almost cheerful in the motion, though she doesn't quite take her leave just yet. She looks over her shoulder at the agent, still frowning, "Give me a good answer by the end of the week, if you want. Or don't. Your choice. And bring a chiffon cake if you do decide to drop into my office, if you want priority to see me."

And with that, the Harbinger sets off. In the direction of a bed, because there is no way she is going to work on that requested report just yet. It can wait, preferably forever or until the missive gets lost amidst the rest of her paperwork, whichever comes first. Suck it, Arlecchino.

[eriexplosion]

Okay I've put off the finale enough. Time for Return to Kamino.

You can tell it's awkward between Crosshair and Hunter right now because after his dramatic entrance Crosshair just. Slipped back out to wait up front rather than risk having to actually talk to Hunter about anything.

This first interaction though god there's so much there. "And so will your squad." "They'll still come for you." Just godddd the pain is so deep here and it's no one's FAULT it's the Empire's but you can't have interpersonal family dynamics with the Empire. It's only this painful because of how much everyone cares about each other.

POOR PANICKY OMEGA she's so scared and wants to go get Hunter RIGHT NOW IMMEDIATELY.

When do we get the Gregor in Cid's bar chaos cut?

Rampart has acknowledged Hunter's name but never Crosshair's, which is wild to me.

The fact that his subordinates still call him 'the clone' okay. The thing with Crosshair is he might have gotten the title but he never got an OUNCE of respect and god does it show. The fact that he willingly went back to this is a sign of how little self respect he has left frankly. He doesn't care that they treat him like shit because whatever he probably deserves to be treated like shit.

Echo getting down to ask Omega if she's alright is such a good moment for them, just a lovely example of how good they are at relating to her. (Her saying it doesn't matter they just need to save Hunter though sdoifjsf, I cannot wait to see her stubborn streak in season 3)

"Not the ones that matter" baby boy, my beloved delusional bitch, NONE of you matter and you NEVER WILL to the Empire.

"They don't leave their own behind. Most of the time."

Listen I love that his hurt is treated like it matters but I love that Hunter doesn't instantly give in when he hears it too. They did what they could with the information they had - which wasn't much - and it meant that they couldn't take Crosshair with them. Either they would have died or Crosshair would have been killed. There's no solution where they just grab Crosshair and take him with them and it all works out perfectly, and both of their sides are absolutely valid in the emotions they have and it's DELICIOUSLY COMPLICATED BETWEEN THEM.

"We didn't have a choice." "Hm. And I did?" - Okay though I love this exchange because it is. The singular time I think where we hear Crosshair admit that he didn't have a choice. He usually tries to pretend he's picked this path, that he's made his own decisions. And after a point he did, but those decisions will never not be influenced by something that was completely out of his control, and when he lets himself be a little raw he admits that, before he piles on all his stubbornness again.

GODDD HUNTER IS TRYING SO HARD STILL TO GET THROUGH TO HIM AND HE DOESN'T KNOW THAT CROSSHAIR ISN'T CHIPPED ANYMORE AND AGHHHHHHH. I know I'm focusing on this over the others in the lab but god there's just so much here I can't stop chewing on it. Hunter's sad sigh, the gentleness he uses to try to get through to him, Crosshair's face when Hunter mentions the chip because he knows it's not there and he isn't sure he fully believes that it was That Big A Deal anyway. I'm so. Emotional. About this.

Empty Kamino is still one of the creepier settings tbh

So funny how they fall for the 'oh we'll go where they're not expecting!' trick twice in a row because Crosshair is just that familiar with how they think.

"And here we all are, together again!" Brat.

HUNTER'S LITTLE NOD TELLING THEM TO DROP THEIR WEAPONS

"You think we'd bring her here? We're smarter than that." NO YOU ABSOLUTELY ARE NOT GO FIND THE KID RIGHT NOW

"You betrayed everything we stood for" babe you are the one being weird about what you stood for not the rest of the batch.

"You weren't loyal to me." LINES THAT STRIKE AT THE HEART EVERY TIME. THE MUSIC IS SO FUCKING GOOD ON THIS BIT. AND "I'm going to give you what youo never gave me. A chance." WHY THE DIALOGUE GOTTA GO SO DAMNED HARD.

The way that he tries to get Omega off world is another good signal that the chip is out, it's so different from aim for the kid it might as well be coming from a different person. Because it is. The chipped version was not Crosshair, not really, this is. Just. A very very damaged Crosshair.

Glad he drops the 'we're superior' bullshit in season two pretty much, guess 32 rotations starving on a platform will put some things back in perspective.

Tech spotting the mirrors and bringing Wrecker's attention to them right before Crosshair shoots everyone and pulls his helmet off it's just so much happening all at once and I adore the Emotion in this whole sequence.

YOU ARE ALL MEANT FOR MORE THAN JUST RUNNING. LIKE BEING THE LACKEY OF A GUY THAT FUNDAMENTALLY DISRESPECTS YOU.

"Don't become my enemy" "Crosshair, we never were" BABIES

And then the droid incident happens right when it seems like MAYBE they could get through and it's back to wrestling around on the ground like idiots.

This is not a fight this is Hunter managing a fucking tantrum while trying not to let Crosshair get shot in the meantime. Like it is clear they are not on equal footing in this lol. Crosshair manages to get the upper hand for exactly .5 seconds.

THE THEME KICKING IN WHEN HE JOINS UP AGAINST THE DROIDS MY GOD.

We need Tech alive it's the only way to get the theme back properly in season 3 if they play it without him it will feel EMPTY.

The DESPERATION ON HUNTER'S FACE AS HE TRIES ONE LAST TIME TO INSIST IT'S THE INHIBITOR CHIP. And I am still not over how.... the thing that Crosshair says 'Wrong' about isn't 'it's your inhibitor chip' but rather 'we can help you.'

This is just the face of a man that fundamentally thinks he can't be saved.

Like he doesn't look happy about this at ALL he looks exhausted and hurt, he's not proud when he says This is who I am.

Anyway he snapped his rifle up to try and commit suicide by Hunter I think, probably didn't occur to him that Hunter would have it on the stun setting.

Hunter's HEARTBREAKING EXPRESSION is a lot to take in but you also can see Tech's eyes widen and then narrow as he tries to process the new information and just. UGH. MY HEART AND SOUL IS WOUNDED.

And through it all, Hunter still checks for a scar trying to figure out what is going on. He still wants so bad for it not to be true that this is Crosshair in his right mind.

Which, well, he's not, just not because he's actively chipped.

U G H THE SHOTS OF EMPTY KAMINO JUST BEFORE THE BOMBING STARTS.

[danieyells]

Notes:

"Taiga might not want to eat anomalies"

Taiga has two home screen line that suggest he's either indifferent to or fine with eating anomlies. The first the PC is implied to ask him what he's eating, to which he says he's obviously eating anomaly meat.

The second is an autumn specific line(4pm-8pm) in which he says he's been eating more and (implicitly) his underlings aren't bringing him enough food, so he's taking you with him to stock up. This could be regular food of course, but considering his usual diet and that his underlings can't keep up with his appetite, I can't imagine it's regular food. Plus wouldn't he just send them to get more regular food from the store or the cafeteria? Why would Taiga need to get it himself if it's not anomalous in nature? They can just get food instantly from the cafeteria anomaly, surely they're not going to run low?

He doesn't seem to mind that he has to get food himself, despite complaining about them being too slow with getting him enough food. Considering Taiga also loves killing and violence(and is destructive enough with anomalies that they sent him on the Kyklos mission for that specific reason, and he has a disciplinary record that states he severely damages on-campus anomalies) I don't see why he would have a problem with eating anomalies. Of course he could have just accepted it and embraced it at this point, but it doesn't strike me as just compulsion. There's definitely a lot of compulsion(he said in the B's Log magazine interview that he gets hungry anytime he goes on a mission--at this point any mission he went on was likely pre-Kyklos, so the desire to eat them was probably there for a good while) but he doesn't seem unhappy about eating anomalies most of the time. (On the other hand, a lot of the time he has little control of it. He's probably happy as long as he's in control and in a worse mood after the fact if he wasn't in control. . . .)

"Taiga still feels compelled to eat [the Barong] and can't stop himself."

Just a clarification: Taiga didn't express a desire to eat it when it first showed up on the stairs, tried to shoot it the second time without expressing a want to eat it, and didn't go after it the third time when Ritsu woke him up(although he did pull out his gun despite saying his bullets weren't working on it), carried it on his person for an extended period of time without eating it and without anyone knowing he'd gone and gotten it, and gave it to Romeo without complaint or protest. Then he ate it afterwards. He'd stopped himself from trying to eat it the whole time. It was only at the end that he couldn't stop himself anymore. He could have just eaten it without any of the others knowing because they didn't even know he had it, but he didn't do that.

On a lesser note, Yuri's "divine retribution" references were changed to "anomalous retribution" sadly lmao. The definition is the same, I guess they just didn't want to suggest some sort of medical basis of divinity?

"drawback for overuse of [Subaru's] stigma"

Not overuse. Any use at all. Including the accidental use that comes with making skin contact with things. He rarely uses it intentionally and avoids crowded places so he doesn't even brush up against people, and he wears long sleeves and gloves to avoid the risk of triggering his stigma, and it seems that any use of it makes him tired enough to need rest. One could argue that simply wearing clothes all day could count as 'overusing' it I suppose, but given he isn't lethargic all day I would assume not? Drawbacks aren't necessarily an overuse scenario, is what I'm getting at.

"[Danie] read ["Wait til I get my teeth in you"] as literal".

In Japanese he says 「美味そうだなぁ、お前」 which means "You look pretty tasty". "Umai" can mean other things(namely 'skillful' and the like) but the kanji usage Taiga has is specifically used for good food(literally written "beautiful taste"). So, yes, it's literal. He wants to eat it.

"he doesn't even acknowledge having chased after the Kyklos"

He says it ran at a similar speed to Haru. He wouldn't have been able to chase it far after seeing it go.

Taiga isn't at the entrance ceremony

Neither is Romeo. Romeo for sure because they were being put on probation, although I'll admit Taiga could've been anywhere(based on Ritsu's behavioral model he doesn't leave Sinostra much anyway.) Towa wasn't there either, if you'll recall. Haru said he was on the hill he likes(implied to be mama tree's hill, but Towa did suggest you have to be special to see the tree)

Taiga couldn't remember Kisaragi Station because he lit a mesmer match

Mesmer matches don't work on ghouls. We learned that in chapter one, so his memory problems are definitely not that. Lighting a mesmer match is perfectly safe for a ghoul, hence why Haku is able to blow the one he uses on you out with his eyes open.

Also he did eventually start to remember when he saw the PC up close again(he's the one who said he'd seen her before the more recent meetings and that he saw her on a train, she just filled in the rest until it clicked) it just took a while and some prompting. He didn't say he didn't remember how he got home either, it just never came up tbh.

Bringing up the disciplinary record again, I don't think eating anomalies is as new as the Kyklos mission either. If he were only destructive towards off campus anomalies that'd be one thing, but on-campus anomalies seems more like a record of that he keeps eating stuff to me, rather than that he's, idk, wanton attacking the wildlife? The memory problems may be new though, since Romeo seems upset that Taiga's forgotten Ritsu already(his expression looked sad anyway) and snaps that he should go to Mortkranken so they can tell him what's wrong with his brain. But that doesn't necessarily mean it's new either.

On that note! I do agree with a lot of what you said though. losing his memories very well might be a result of eating anomalies, and I think this could be leading into a Seven Deadly Sins reference thing with everyone(Hyde says the ability to use one's stigma without saying the incantation aloud may be influenced by mental state; if being able to use your stigma at all is influenced by mental state--and given Romeo's stigma is more powerul based on his attachment to the bomb-to-be I would say it's definitely a possibility--then Jin not being able to use his stigma because he's feeling down on himself or less prideful would add up.) even if it isn't like "the strongest demons" kind of deal, if they're all attached to a sin then I'd believe it. The greed point in the newest chapter made me consider that too.

(Ren being sloth so his stigma clean things is so funny though.)

Ultimately we're back to one of our biggest issues though. . .we don't know what Taiga's stigma is and how it would connect to his gluttony. And of course we also don't know how long he's been eating anomalies or having memory issues. Romeo said all he cares about are gambling and anomalies, but the problem is that he used to be really really really good at catching them too. So that could be why anomalies are one of the only things he cares about according to Romeo. . .if someone else could maybe talk about Taiga having issues with his memory we could speculate more on how long it's been going on(like, he hasn't really left Sinostra much since he became Captain afair, except for on missions, so if another third year mentioned him having issues with his memory then we could speculate that they're not that recent since it's unlikely he's seen most of them in the past idk six months but. . . .)

I do doubt that large amounts of food could resolve his hunger issues though. . .surely it wouldn't be that hard to get him a lot of regular food? Like I mentioned before the cafeteria anomaly will just give them food(albeit for a price), then there's the campus store and the mystery diner. . .i don't think food security should be a problem if it's regular food that he can eat. And, again, the black market auction hall had abundant, complimentary food. If he could have just eaten his fill there before they left he wouldn't have had eaten the mask. The anomalous hunger is probably separate. . . .

Ksbsudk ANYWAY. Thank you so much for this post!! It makes total sense that eating anomalies would result in some sort of anomalous retribution that he's suffering that's messing with his memory since, yeah, things like food from fae and the like mess you up one way or another and eating anomalies would probably have a similar effect for him. You do amazing research and put lots of thought into all of this haha ❤️🧡💛💚🩵💙💜🤎🖤🩶🤍🩷

Paper Tigers and Paper Plates: Notes on Tiaga and his Memory Loss

Now that we have two (and some smidges here and there) Episodes focusing on Taiga there is enough data to start noting down patterns. The most noticeable are of course, his rather unique dietary choices and his issues with memory loss. The two seem to be rather loosely linked, it is easy to take note of and wonder why that might be the case. Well I have a very simple explanation (and i do promise you it simple) as to the why they would be linked. The more complicated hypotheticals are related to the how and while I do have a theory about that, I am not 100% sold on it.

Food in Myth and Anime

Food is a pretty important part of any culture, and it shows up a lot in anime and anime related games. Pretty much every Twisted Wonderland hometown event has an entire chapter just dedicated to talking about local foods. Food in mythology is something of a mixed bag. Specific foods are considered sacred, preparation of food can be regulated in specific religions, certain foods are considered impure and banned from consumption all together.

So what does this have to do with Taiga? Well there are two fairly universal taboos in myths around the world when it comes to food. Taiga eating raw anomalies happens to hit on both.

Eating a sentient creature is considered a grave sin, especially if that creature could be considered a "human" or otherwise in possession of a "spirit"

Eating food from the underworld/other world/fae realm traps you there, or at the very least makes you cease being human.

I think you can see where I am going with this yeah? Both of these taboos are considered to have the side effect of making you want more of the forbidden food. Taiga might not want to eat anomalies, but he feels a compulsion to due to his prior consumption. Taiga calls out Romeo for the sin of greed during Episode 8, but it's a pretty safe bet at this point that Taiga's own sin is gluttony. Because he gave in and committed the taboo of consuming an anomaly he is compelled to eat more of them and he cannot stop.

At the start of the game we are told, in passing, two things by Cornelius. The first is that ghouls are not considered human, the second is that "what makes something human" is a matter of debate. On the surface it is easy to dismiss the idea of something like a like dove as human, but if it is a spirit that makes eating it somewhat taboo. The Barong is a much cleaner example of this, the Barong is a good entity, a king of spirits, a guardian of humans. Not an entity that Darkwick would interfere with under normal circumstances. But Taiga still feels compelled to eat it and cannot stop himself. Divine punishment/anomalous retribution is a noted medical phenomenon that comes up in Yuri's affection chats and that is sort of how I would describe this set of circumstances. Eating a god or spiritual entity is karmatically wrong and because you have done so you are compelled to eat and eat and eat more of those entities until you eventually cease to be human.

You see what meant before right? They "why" is relatively simple, but the "how did he get to this point" is not. The way I see it there are two plausible theories with the information that we currently have.

Theory 1- this is a natural side effect of using his stigma

Dani outlines here a few things about Taiga's memory loss and notes that it could be related to his stigma and stigma use. Specifically, he notes that Subaru mentions his exhaustion from using his stigma and I'll admit I was sort of ready to brush this theory off because it would make more sense to me that over use of a stigma always leaves one exhausted but ah then I had a thought.

So Subaru is constantly getting on himself for "not doing enough." If we consider this in the frame of the seven deadly sins, then this would make his sin and his fatal flaw sloth. So therefore it would make sense that his drawback for overuse of his stigma would be related to sloth, it exhausts him and leaves him unable to do anything. There exists some evidence for this with how Romeo's stigma works, the explosions are directly tied to how much the object means to him; it is triggered by his greed. If you want some crack from this line of thought, I would say that Ristu and his stigma, hardening his body, makes him literally headstrong. His stigma is related to and triggered by his pride. Alan's flaw could be rage and this is why he is so reluctant to use his stigma because he loses the ability to think when he does.

So if we believe that each of the ghouls has a fatal flaw related to one of the seven deadly sins, needing to or feeling a compulsion to eat anomalies makes perfect sense for a draw back to Taiga's stigma. He's a glutton. He wants to eat and eat and eat some more, and he has no qualms about denying others access to resources, which is a key part of the sin of gluttony as opposed to just liking food. I think this theory makes perfect sense and should not be discounted.

Now for something more complicated and conspiracy brained:

Theory 2- Kisaragi Station and the "Far Shore"

I did a post outlining some of the stuff I found out about Kisaragi station, but the TL;DR for this post is that is theorized to be connected to the spirit world, staying there for too long robs you of your memories, and the only way out is to light something on fire.

When Taiga first sees the Kyklos on the train, he specifically says "wait until i get my teeth into you." I read this as a figurative threat. Dani read as literal. Both, I think, are plausible. If we consider Taiga's gluttony as a natural side effect of his stigma then this makes sense. The question then becomes whether or not Taiga had eaten any anomalies up until this point. To be more specific, does this desire to eat specifically have to do with anomalies, or could it have been satisfied by consuming large amounts of food. None of the other "side effects" we have knowledge of are as extreme as Taiga's, with the exception of maybe Mido's, but murderous rage is still within the realm of "natural" desire.

Anyway, Taiga remembers meeting the MC on the train, but does not remember when that was. More importantly he remembers the Kyklos running away, but he does not remember anything that happened after that. He doesn't even acknowledge having chased after the Kyklos, which we saw him do, which could just be because it was "his turn" to ask questions or because he genuinely does not remember. I bring this up because we have no idea how Taiga got home from Kisaragi station. We do not see him when Haku puts down the barrier and takes MC to Darkwick, and he is not at the entrance ceremony (though there are a plethora of reasons for why that could be.) If Kisaragi station is at the brink of the far shore, if there is no way to get back to the real world other than to light something on fire, if as a natural side effect of using his stigma Taiga experiences an unnatural desire to eat and will eat whatever he can get his hands on... my theory is that Taiga, prior to his encounter with the Kyklos, probably did not eat anomalies. He was able to satisfy his gluttony just fine by eating normal food. After spending an indeterminate amount of time in Kisaragi station he was forced, more or less against his will, to consume an anomaly and has been unable to satisfy his gluttony with anything else ever since.

As for why he would not remember this, there exist two explanations.

This is a natural consequence of eating anomalies. Unable to rob him of his humanity as he is already a ghoul, the taboo nature of eating anomalies has begun corroding his past memories and "sense of self" and inhibited his ability to make new ones.

In order to escape Kisaragi station, he stared a fire with what he would have had available: a mesmer match. I like this explanation due to the striking of the match in the prologue sequence, but there is very little evidence for this. I just like the idea.

Notes:

I have had this idea for a bit now in large part because of Spirited Away (gif related lol) I have been meaning to watch it for a bit now, but I find it sort of interesting that the second protagonist of the film is called Haku, and that he is a dragon pretending to be a young boy. Also he has green hair and eyes. And guides Chihiro through the spirit world. idk just thought that was relevant for some reason- back to the notes

I didn't want to include it in the theory, but if a ghoul's stigma and it's draw back are semi-related to one of the seven deadly sins, is it possible that that's why Jin's stigma isn't working? His flaw seems to be pride, but he isn't acting with a lot of that right now so his stigma could not be responding to him due to his lacking self confidence

Also that would make Towa's sin lust... which makes him a really good example of that. Lust isn't just desire/being horny, it's projecting that desire onto other people with no consideration for them as a person with their own wants and desires. Towa is a lot of things but considerate... well he tries his best! Probably. Sometimes.

The demons of the Ars Goetia (with the singular exception of asmo) are not the same as the demons named on lists of representations of the seven deadly sins. As a result, while it might be tempting to assume the dorms themselves are representative of those sins, I personally would not put much stock in that being the case.

Anyway that's what i have for now. Thanks for reading and be sure to let me know your thoughts.

[tinted-skies]

Still love you? `~ Jaemin x reader

Weddings are insufferable. Everyone knows that. It’s common sense. They’re boring and always operate on the same formula: people pretend to care for the ceremony and then are forced to talk with random relatives they didn’t even know they had.

But luckily, when the sun went down and dinner was served, the rest of the tedious day was forgiven. It was the highest point of any wedding, the time where you’d usually gather all your energy, so you could then dance the night away as the music boomed off the speakers. However, this time not even the free food seemed to lift your spirits up, you were completely wasted, and it wasn’t even 9 o’clock yet.

Maybe it was because this time the “free” food wasn’t exactly free, and you could feel everyone’s stare on you. And to be honest you had been tired from the moment you had to take thousands of pictures with every single one of your guests…

Ok- so maybe this was your wedding, but you still stood for everything you had said before.

Don’t get me wrong, you were enjoying your special day and you’d even admit that you shed a few tears while exchanging vows, but right now you’re only focused on the way your feet are killing you and how your social battery is close to completely drained.

Long story short, you are usually pretty pumped up for parties, but not when they last an entire day and you are the main attraction.

A voice snapped you out of your thoughts, your husband (Gosh, it feels so weird calling him that) exclaiming something about being excited to meet Thomas. Now, who is “Thomas”? You don’t really know… probably a distant cousin who lives far away and whose name you’ve never even heard your husband mutter. But that’s irrelevant anyway… were you really expected to learn the names of all 40 of your husband’s guests anyway?

Well, all you knew is that your husband was know making his way to chat with Thomas and you’re alone for the first time today. You finally felt at peace once you discarded your shoes, figuring no one would notice it after all…

You looked calmly around the large hall, giving your bridesmaids an assuring thumbs up once they glanced at you. Thankfully the reception was going pretty smooth so far, hell- one would even say it was close to perfection.

It was soothing to you how both families mixed together so effortlessly, and you felt a sudden strike of reassurance. You had chosen the right man. He was fun to be around and although sometimes things got hard, you loved each other through it all.

You now caught yourself gazing to your left, your eyes skimming through the tables where your family sat. You noticed how your parents made small talk with the waiter, something they would usually do. You didn't think much of it until your mother suddenly laughed her heart out, making you curiously look up at the waiter in question.

And that's when your heart sank.

It was Jaemin, and the moment he locked eyes with your parents you thanked the lords that you had never given in to the way he'd always beg you to meet them.

His eyebrows instantly furrowed, and you guessed that he was trying to recall where he knew them from. If you were lucky enough then he wouldn’t remember and you’d be safe- actually... scratch that. If you were lucky enough then a hole would open on the ground and swallow you whole.

In fact, you were pretty sure that if you were fast enough then you could hide underneath the table without him ever noticing you, but of course instead of doing that, you glitched, freezing in your seat.

On the other hand, Jaemin had recognized your parents from the moment he saw the back of their heads and his only source of confusion was finding where the fuck you were.

Were you even there at all? That’s a stupid question- of course you were there. He was 99% certain that you'd never skip an event like this. Sure, you had mentioned once or twice how boring weddings were, but you’d never turn down an opportunity to enjoy free food.

And so, he started scanning his eyes across the rest of the room without skipping a beat, all the while trying to keep up with your parents’ conversation.

Even after all these years Jaemin still wondered how you were doing. He would be lying if he said he hadn't thought about texting you (several times), and he had actually promised himself to keep in touch after he got over the heartache. However, that moment never seemed to come, and so he decided that it would be for the best that he kept his distance.

His eyes lighted up once he spotted you. Damn, you looked beautiful. A soft smile appeared on his face. But soon he realised the table in which you sat. Wait, wasn’t that meant to be the table where- oh… Oh.

It was now Jaemin’s heart's turn to sink.

It hurt. It hurt a lot. His gaze turning blank as your parents’ voice faded into the background. A strong shiver of regret suddenly ran through his body, almost strong enough for him to drop the wine bottle on his hand. And once he finally locked eyes with you, he felt dizzy.

Jaemin wondered what would the future have been like if you’d never broken up… Would he have been the one standing in front of you in the altar? Would he be the one you'd introduced to all of your family? Would he be the one you'd wake up next to for the rest of your life?

He didn’t know. And unfortunately, he would now never have the chance to know how it felt to be the one, your one.

All that he knows is that the empty seat to your left seemed to scream his name, and he suddenly felt sick to his stomach, his cue to mutter a quick “excuse me” and rush towards the kitchen… he was still working after all.

In your eyes it all happened in milliseconds, one moment his eyes stared into yours and the other his back faced you. But he didn’t let his defeat show, ever the professional, way too proud to show you how much seeing you like this stung.

Alike you. Way too proud to walk up and talk to him, deciding to pretend you hadn’t just crossed paths with your first love, pretending not to want him to seat next to you, hold your hand, and tell you how he still loved you like crazy and promise to never, ever, let you go again…

As Jaemin left, your husband came back. Yes, you guessed you were happy. But deep down you still wondered… what if life had gone a different way?

[compressingsins]

Our Domain

Pairing; Yandere! Gojo x Chubby f!reader

Warning; Yandere Gojo and NSFW (Too many warnings to write, just proceed with CAUTION)!

Summary; You used to admire him. Your teacher, Gojo Satoru, who you thought was only training you for you to get better. However, that wasn't his only reason...

(Words like this, are flashbacks, btw).

How'd you end up here, you could hardly remember. You were just having an normal day, practicing with Maki and the other second years. Along with some first years, who you were training as well. Considering you're a second year, you always practiced with the first years, even if you are only a student.

You had technique, skill and the might to kill every cursed spirit you come across. The hardest thing about that for you though, is that you know some of the cursed souls used to be human. When you see those types get emotional, you normally freeze up, knowing that they're still in there somewhere.

It's bullshit, because you can't save them. However though when that happens, your teacher Satoru Gojo, is always there to save you, somehow. You never questioned how he was always there, even if you were far away. He just somehow knew, when you were in trouble.

You never really thought much about it... until what happened earlier today...

~~~~~

Come on, Itadori!" You nearly shouted, while swinging at him with your wooden staff, him grunting upon the amount of force you were putting behind the strikes of the staff. "Keep your guard up!" You were trying your best to keep him going, which still wasn't resulting in him to strike you.

"I'm trying my... best here!" He confessed, but you still managed to knock his staff out of his hands and drop him on his bottom, falling upon the ground, your staff to his neck. You sighed, because this occurred at least five times now. Straightening your body, you placed your staff to your side. You've been going at it, nearly all day because he just won't give up.

You knew how he was, and that, is exactly how he is. It's now night time, which is really clique because of him. You should've known this would've happen, considering that Itadori never willingly gives up. "That's enough for today, Itadori. We can pick back up on this, tomorrow."

Instantly, he jumped up, disapproving of this gesture you inflicted upon him. "What?! Oh come on, L/N, we can still train!" He was nearly begging, but you didn't want to anymore, just because you were getting a little winded from how long you've been training with him.

"We can train tomorrow, alright? It's getting late, also just look..." You directed with a point to the sun that's currently setting. "...besides, you know how tired I can get, after practicing for so long." Yeah, and everyone knows this considering how long you've been with them.

Your plus-sized body wasn't capable of certain things, but you always managed to push through it because you were determined to complete every goal you want to achieve.

"Come on, L/N! You don't seem tired, let's just go one more time!"

You sighed once more, upon hearing this. You're the type to always not say, no, to someone. It's hard for you to say, no, and you don't like when a situation like this comes to you. It's difficult to say no to someone, just because it'll probably hurt, due to the situation that's going on.

"Just take the break, Itadori..." Maki spoke up, removing her arms from her chest that were previously crossed. "...it's getting dark, and we need sleep. So, don't try to push it." Here this goes again, the relationship between these two.

Maki doesn't really like Itadori, but she doesn't speak bad about him. She just doesn't like him, but you don't question it. "But I have to get stronger, if I wanna find all of Sukuna's fingers, y'know." He pouted like a baby, which you shook your head to, with a smile.

"Yeah, but still. Take a break, once in a while it's nearly night time." Maki dismissed with a head roll and a annoyed sigh.

"Tuna." Inumaki added, which always made you chuckle a bit.

Everytime you trained with Yuji, he always begged you to continue practicing with him even if it's near the end of the day, basically night time. "Guys-"

"Your training session, is over Itadori." You recognized that voice, your goofy teacher, Satoru Gojo. His presence always made you smile, and this made you smile a lot. "Y/N, should rest and so should all of you." Gojo suggested, his usual grin etched across his face.

"Oh come on Gojo, I need to get stronger if I wanna find-"

"Oh, I know that, Itadori but still! You'll need your rest for tomorrow's training session, so I'd advise you to take a break. Get some food in you, then go to bed alright?"

His smile was never readable to you, but it's not like you were trying to. His goofy tone, and smile always made you feel comfortable around anyone, no matter what.

Yuji just sighed, "Uhhhh, fine! I guess I have no choice, since you're my senpai..." He mumbled, stomping pass Gojo to go to the dorms. You chuckled as your eyes followed him, everyone else walking pass him as well.

You began walking as well, trying to go to your room until he stopped you by unexpectedly draping his arm over your shoulders. Considering how tall he is, he was able to stretch all the way across you. You figured it was just a joking, friendly gesture so you didn't mind it.

Besides, you and your teacher are really close so in reality, you didn't mind it at all. He was like a goofy older brother, to you and you could honestly say you appreciated seeing him and him saving you all those times. Though, you did have to ask him why'd he stop you from going to bed.

"Gojo, is everything okay?" You questioned him, both your bodies facing forward, staring into the distance. You were slightly confused, when he wasn't answering you. "Gojo..?" This time, you looked up at his face to see him facing your previous direction, smiling.

He always smiles, so you didn't think too much about that. It was weird though, because he usually answers you pretty quickly, especially you. "You ever..." For some reason, you got chills as he began talking, the sun fading with every second. "...love someone so much, that... you just don't care what it takes to have them?"

This was weird because you've never heard Gojo talk about... love. This was completely new to you, but you got uncomfortable once he tightened his grip around your shoulders, flushing your body with his. "Gojo..." Was all you could muster out of fear. His whole aura changed in a matter of seconds, and it was honestly a little frightening to you.

"You know Y/N~" He began, his tone sounding as one of singing. You could only stare at him, though you could feel your heart pounding out of your chest. The atmosphere around you changed, but Gojo kept his smile that he had in the beginning which slightly added to the horror you were already feeling.

You know how powerful Gojo is. You wouldn't dare raise a finger to him, for you already know that you're simply not a match. If you was, you wouldn't even be listening to him talking to you right now. You wanted to scream for someone, since you know your friends were possibly still awake.

However, you couldn't do anything. You know that Gojo probably already knows, what you're thinking and it's freaking horrifying. This is Gojo, right? You kept questioning everything happening in this very moment, since it's so sudden. You knew Gojo really likes you, you're his student and he, without a doubt, cares for you more than anything.

This, was just too overwhelming and your body literally couldn't move. It's like he momentarily paralyzed you, and all you could do was listen to him talk. "You haven't been giving me the attention, I've been craving from you~" Gojo continued, and for the first time towards you, he wasn't being goofy.

There was a goofy sense behind it, but it wasn't typically in the way it usually was, when he's goofing with most of his students. For the first time in your life, you felt powerless... like you couldn't do anything about a person coming onto you, in whatever kind of way they were and this... this was new.

You've never been hit on a guy before, and especially not one that's an adult. Your mind was flooded with confused thoughts, but you knew you had to at least ask him, if he was joking like he usually does. You know he can be serious, when the time came but this...

"Go-Gojo... what do you mean, I haven't been giving you... attention? I'm with you, almost every second you're here..." Your answer was soft, shaky... low. You were kind of scared, you can admit but Gojo didn't seem phased, once your eyes reached his masked covered face.

For whatever reason, he began laughing before removing his arm from around you. Honestly, that's when you thought he was joking so a sigh of relief left your lips, well... until he stood in front of you.

You looked up at him before your head jerked back slighty from him leaning in close to your face, which made you quite uncomfortable. His hands were in his pockets, his usual smile still present upon his face. "You really are oblivious, Y/N." He chuckled after that, standing back straight to walk.

Your eyes didn't follow him, since you were still kind of frozen. You could tell he was walking to get behind you, his footsteps sounding at your back. Your breathing was ragged, not understanding what was going on. You nearly almost fainted, when he was right up on you.

Literally, you could feel him on your back. He was so close, you swore you could've swore that he really paralyzed you, for your body didn't even attempt to move. Maybe it's because you're extremely mortified with this ernie situation, that's so complicated to you.

You wanted to turn to him, but this mere presence of his made you feel like he wanted to murder you. Never in your days of living, have you felt like this around Gojo. He's like your freaking brother, and this is so strange to you... what is he doing? You didn't know.

"You haven't noticed my actions upon being around you..?" He questioned, and you did. You knew how he acted around you, and it wasn't never like this. You didn't shake your head or anything, fear still consuming your entire being. He didn't care though, only continuing. "I don't and won't just be your teacher, anymore~" That statement made you feel, weird...

What does he mean, by that? You could only look around, your pupils dilating with the dire situation you're in. Is he and the other students pulling a prank on you? You still had hope that that was just the case. However, that hope quickly faded once his hand slid itself upon your plush waist.

Nothing but chills ran up your spine and climbed upon your neck, tingling your entire body. His hand on your waist pulled your body back, flush to him. Your eyes went super wide, feeling his... stiff organ flush on your back. You were mortified... no longer thinking this was a prank. You're so confused, why is he doing this.

He seemed to be able to read your mind though, "If you're wondering why, Y/N..." He slurred to you, his face so close to your ear. "...I'm the only one, for you~" Your eyes went wide, but began heavy as soon as you heard a pat, more like a smack that connected with you, your body began falling but was caught by two strong, thin arms.

He turned you around, now wrapping his arms around your soft body to rest your head on his shoulder. He was stroking your head like a puppy, but you couldn't move. Your eyes were nearly shut, as you listened to him speak. "You're mine and mine alone, Y/N~" He cooed just before your eyes shut completely, and you felt a soft kiss placed gently on your temple, just before your eyes shut completely.

Gojo was really proud of what he just did. He felt absolutely no remorse, and no one could save you since everyone was in and wouldn't dare obey Gojo's wishes on eating, and then going to sleep. As you're knocked out, he wrapped his arms, tossing you upon his shoulder. That same usual, loving smile was still present on his features.

He didn't feel bad at all, thinking as this was a must that he had to do. He always loved you, and more than you could've ever imagined. You never knew, what a silly girl you are for not sensing his other intentions. He always wanted to be close to you, in more ways you could've imagined...

~~~~~

Here you are now, lying flat on your back upon a soft bed. You groaned, stirring awake and feeling your legs moving. Your head moved from side to side, just before your eyes fluttered open seeing a bright light, before adjusting.

With a couple of blinks, you sat up before placing your hand on your neck, rubbing the spot that had previously been hit to knock you out. It didn't hurt, rather stung from the slight rub you gave it to sooth the sting it did give you.

Once more, you closed your eyes before freezing and realizing... this isn't your dorm room. It's a room, but not yours. You looked around the room, left and right, and your eyes went wide, slighty. "Huh... where am... I?" You questioned yourself, just before feeling something on your wrist.

Whilst looking down, you saw that you had chains on your wrist... huh? You were so confused, why the hell should you be chained to a bed. You couldn't even focus on that, just as you realized you had matching chains confining your legs.

So confused you were, your hands already working on trying to get them off. "That won't work, my Love~" A voice you recognized made you jump, both your hands going back to your sides. You looked up, but didn't see a thing at all.

"Gojo?" You called out, your eyes still roaming the room but when he talked, it sounded like he was all over the place. You couldn't tell where his voice was coming from, until you felt a hand on your back.

It made you jump and turn to look at him. There he was, standing there wearing a different attire. Black shades, long sleeve v neck black shirt, and white sweatpants. It's like he dressed up, for you. You were still confused, watching him walk from behind you and to a chair that was in front of you.

You didn't know what to say to him, as you felt betrayed by the main person you trusted. He however, didn't seem phased by your current state. As he approached the chair, he turned it around to open his legs where they're spread apart on both sides of the chair, his arm rested upon the top of the chair still staring at you with that smile.

It didn't make you feel comfortable, at all. In fact, it made you feel freaking sick to your stomach. You never felt any bad way about Gojo, just because you trust him. At least you used to, though. This right here really stung your entire being.

"Gojo... what, is this..?" You asked, shaking and frightened in fear. He only stared at you, looking more amused than sympathy for you. "Answer me, damnit!" You were so fed up and confused, that you yelled at him for the first time ever. You didn't even feel bad, and he wasn't even phased.

He only continued to stare at you over his glasses, smiling. It's like he was enjoying you being frightened... for you didn't even know what was going on. It was confusing and non understandable, that you still weren't convinced that it was real. For one, Gojo never put his hands on you.

As in, knocking you out because you're a student, more specifically his student. You're not even eighteen yet, but he didn't seem to care about none of that. His smile didn't change at all, which was really pissing you off. You really wanted to claw his fucking eyes out, and rip his smile away.

It's bull that he was acting like this, and you really wanted to fight him, or something. Anything, to take your anger out on something, but you wanted it to be his face that you truly hate, right now. He basically kidnapped you, which is messed up and especially from him.

He closed his eyes before chuckling, which defused and confused you. You were going to ask what was funny but he spoke, "Basically Y/N, you're mine." He looked you right in your face, smiling more after seeing the confused look on your face.

"I'm guessing you're wondering, what does Gojo mean by that?" He chuckled and stood up, sliding his hands in his pockets though his thumbs were sticking out. "Basically... you're my forever. My Love~" Were you hearing this right? You still didn't understand, because what is this? He's a grown ass man, and you're seventeen. Still basically a minor, almost.

Although, your birthday is tomorrow, but this is still wrong. What he's saying and whatever he's getting at, is extremely wrong. As you were thinking, he walked up to the edge of the bed, smiling down at you which made you cringe and back up, a bit.

He stopped as his legs hit the bed. "W-what do you mean... I'm your forever, Gojo?" You asked him, but he didn't say anything. His smile only widening a bit, which was really pissing you off even more. You were still scared to even try to attack him, or stand up for yourself.

Before answering you, he chuckled, "Oh Y/N~" He clapped twice, chuckling a bit more before talking. "You've always been oblivious, my Love. You think I was only training you to help you get stronger?" You didn't know what to say, watching him switch his position on his hands in front of you, which made you back up from him.

You couldn't believe this. What was his other point, then? "Helping you get stronger, was a part of it yes. However, I was also waiting until you turned eighteen." He huffed a laugh of air from his nose, smiling while looking at your confused facial expression. It was appealing to him, which was really messed up honestly.

"Tomorrow, is your birthday, right my Love?" You couldn't even answer him, but he knew the answer. "Which means when the clock strikes 12:01, I'm claiming you as mine, forever~" His tone was down right wicked, and it made you extremely uncomfortable.

Never in a million years, would you think that these were his real intentions. You always thought that you were his favorite student, and not something like this. It's almost too crazy to be true, but you can tell this is real. You don't want it to be, but you can't fight Gojo, for he's way stronger than you could ever be.

Not like you're weak or anything, but you can't match his power. Possibly no one in the world could, even if they tried. You still can't understand, why you? It doesn't make any sense, because you're always so insecure about your chubby body but he doesn't seem to care at all.

He's looking at you like he just wants to devour your entire being. You see no disgust evident in his eyes, but you still don't want this. You're still a young, and you've never been in a relationship or anything like that before. You've talked to some guys before, but it was never serious.

"Megumi..." Gojo mentioned, and you knew why. You and Megumi has been talking like you're in a relationship. Though, you just really care for him more than anything. "...Megumi loves you-" Instantly, your eyes flew open. "-way more than you think, Love. I did this today, for he wanted to ask you on a date for your birthday."

His smile changed, dropping instantly into a frown. "However though, I couldn't allow that, Y/N." His crystal blue eyes averted back to your face, but he didn't seem as happy as he was. "That is why, you're going to become mine right now." And as he said that, an watch which was under his sleeve, began ticking off.

You couldn't even get anything out, no questions, no nothing. He stood up straight, his smile appearing back upon his features, that made you cringe. "Well, Y/N! It's time, my Love!" He was so excited about something that you were totally blind to.

"Time, time for what? Are you fucking crazy, Gojo? I'm still seventeen, and whatever you're doing-"

"Eighteen, my Love~" He interrupted your statement, which you didn't understand. "According to my watch, it's now 12:01 a.m., which means you, Y/N..." He pointed at you, his smirk bigger than ever. "...you're now eighteen, my Love~" He answered you like he was proud of something.

Your eyes went wide, seeing as he was indeed right. It's a new day, and it just so happens to be your birthday. "But... what does that mean, Gojo? Even if it is my birthday, what does that mean?" You asked him, which he seemed to think was funny for some reason.

With no shame, his hand slid down his slender body with your eyes following, just until his hand went to the center of his body. Your eyes went wide upon seeing what he went to grope and show you. His hand was gripping himself tightly, showing you the outline of his stiff appendage.

It looked really long, and he grinned menacingly as he observed your facial shocked expression, whilst staring at it. You didn't know what to say or think, but was he serious? "You know, Y/N~" His words made your eyes avert to his. "Ever since I saw you, I've used your pictures to get myself off."

This made you absolutely sick. What... Gojo... None of this was making sense to you. Is he really serious, right now with what he just said and with what he's doing. No, he couldn't possibly..? He wouldn't ever do something like that, to you... right? You couldn't help but back up, not knowing what the fuck he was actually planning.

Although, it was kind of clear at what he was gesturing to. He didn't care for your backing up though, only getting upon the bed knees first before using his hands to crawl up to your leg. You used your legs to kick at him, no matter how much stronger he is than you. "Get away from me, Gojo!" You shouted, still kicking. No matter what, you weren't going down without a fight.

Though, he easily caught your feet with one hand. He honestly wasn't trying to hurt you, but he wanted you to know who you belonged "to". He was actually just jealous of Megumi, who loves you. Gojo has been in love with you, for a very long time and all that waiting was worth it, for him.

You were kicking even if he was still holding your feet, pushing at his chest, doing whatever you could to get away from him. "Gojo, stop! What is wrong-" Though your sentence was cut off, once he slammed both of his fist on the sides of your head.

Did you make him mad? He was still smiling menacingly, though but you were mortified from his actions. You couldn't speak, move, nor blink. Your eyes were wide, staring up at his face that you totally hate, now. Still, he didn't seem phased by your terrified face.

His body was fully hovering over yours, and your breath hitched once you felt the weight of his stiff cock, graze agaisnt your plush thigh. Still, you couldn't talk because you were still a bit scared of Gojo. He didn't even flinch, once his cock ghosted and rested upon your soft thigh.

Both his hands were caging you in, neither of you speaking as you shared eye contact. You didn't even recognize Gojo, anymore. Why is he even doing this, to you? It's messed up and you wish you weren't here, right now. You kind of wish you were somebody else, right now.

"Listen Y/N~" He began, his hands being removed from the sides of your head to sit up on his knees. Grabbing the hem of his shirt, he began pushing it up his body, towards the top of his head whilst speaking to you. "I don't care, if you do not want nor like this. You're going to be my good girl, and take it however I give it to you."

You were on the edge of tears, because why would he do this to you. Because he "loves" you, he claims. If he loved you, he wouldn't do this... right? You didn't even necessarily know, because you aren't really familiar with love at all. This way of showing it is really and honestly messed up.

You couldn't hold it in anymore, a silent single tear trailing out of your eye, which only made Gojo smirk more. How can he love you, and honestly get a kick out of you crying in fear. It's totally messed up, but you couldn't find yourself to even say it. What can you say, at this point though.

He seemed to be able to tell that you were scared anyways, but it didn't bother him. "You can scream if you want, my Love. However, no one will hear you because this isn't just some room." You were kind of confused, what does he mean by that? "This, my Love is a domain. Deep in the woods, where no one can ever find us."

Gojo is a fucking psycho, because why? Even if you were seventeen, if he'd ask, you'd possibly tell him that you'd wait until you were eighteen to talk to him in a loving way, honestly. It's not like Gojo is ugly and you two have a great connection, so why should you have said no. You loved him more than other people, but now you don't know how to feel about him at all. Look at what he's doing to you. It's not right, at all...

Feels like he just locked you away from the entire world, which you didn't even get to experience yet. Your body jerked, once he rested his cock fully upon your thigh, grinding into it to get as much friction as possible. You didn't even know what to say, because you already couldn't move. Now, he's basically fucking himself into your body which is messed up.

He didn't care though, only biting his lip to thrust himself more into your leg. You couldn't look at him, which seemed to upset him. "Look at me, Y/N. I don't wanna hurt you, just because of you not looking at me," But how could you? You don't recognize this man, anymore.

Since you weren't looking at him, his hand slowly went onto your thigh, grasping it and spreading them. "H-hey, Gojo, stop!" You nearly shouted, but he continued pushing your soft thighs apart, even if you were using all your force to at least try and keep them closed. He wasn't listening to you at all, his hands working on talking your clothes off.

It wasn't hard at all, his hands snatching off your clothes with ease, leaving you in only your undergarments. You tried everything to get him off of you, pushing at him and kicking him but you weren't hurting him. Not even in the slightest, were you hurting him. Little did you know, was that your actions weren't doing anything but making the thick organ between his legs, stiffen more.

That's why his smirk continued to widen, staring down at your soft, half naked body that you tried covering up. All your love handles and stretch marks, were now on display. You completely stopped trying to hurt him now, considering that the things that you're most insecure about is on full display. You also didn't know that Gojo loves these features about you.

He always wanted to know what it felt like to have his body pressing flush agaisnt yours. Countless days of daydreaming of always thinking about how it felt to be pleasured by your soft body. His cock was pressing agaisnt the fabric of his pants, nearly popping out on its own. He wants to be inside you so bad, but he also wants to savor this moment.

He loves you too much, to even put you in harm's way and considering you being a virgin, he knows it'll hurt. That's why he's not going straight into it, but this is still aching your heart. His vulgar actions are really paining you, because you trusted this man more than anyone you've ever trusted.

You looked up to him, and now those bullshit admirations are down the freaking drain. It just doesn't seem real, not a pinch or hard hit isn't waking you up from a nightmare, if this was one in the first place. He didn't like seeing those tears in your eyes though, a frown forming on his lips.

"Y/N..." He began, just before using his thumb to collect the ongoing tears streaming down your cheeks. "...I've loved you for far too long, to pass this opportunity up. I can't hold myself back anymore... I need you so bad..." You could say he honestly sounded sad, but it was hard to believe with how far he took it.

Though, you can say that you believe he loves you, just a little. "If you love me, then why are you doing it this way? You could've just asked me on a date Gojo... I would've said yes..." Your voice cracked at the end, which looked like it broke his heart. You weren't lying about what you said, just because you honestly would've said yes.

Nobody ever has made you feel as special as Gojo did, because he doesn't judge you. He appreciates every aspect of you, no matter what your cons are. Even your insecurities, he does whatever he can to distract you from YOUR truth about your body being disgusting. Everytime you told him that you felt disgusted about yourself, he was always there to comfort you.

Never has he ever judged you, so that's why you believe him when he said he loves you. His actions, made that statement factual in your book. However though, that doesn't change how you feel about this messed up situation. You still wanted to fight him or something, you just need to take your anger out on something... anything... you know doing it on him though, is probably a bad idea with how strong he is.

"Considering how close you and Megumi are, Y/N... you possibly would've said no, and besides, I'm an adult." He wasn't smiling anymore, which confirmed he was serious. "You just turned eighteen, though Megumi still has more of a chance than I do. You can not tell me I'm wrong, for I know you're always having wet dreams about him~"

Your face heated in embarrassment, knowing what he was saying was true. You'd usually have wet dreams of Megumi, whenever you and him had hung out before, ahead of time. "If you're wondering how I know this, is because I've watched you sleep before, my Love~ Not only that, but I'd pleasure myself to your sleeping figure, Y/N~" His smirk is back, along with a tone that disgusted you.

His hand slid up your body and to your breast, which you didn't dare to move away from. He said he didn't want to hurt you, so you just accepted this. You've tried multiple times, and everything you did has already fell. As he touched your breast, his hand dipped under you fabric to caress the soft flesh bearing it.

You didn't say a thing, only looking at the ceiling before feeling him lift up your bra, the cold air instantly hardening your soft mounds. You could practically hear him kicking his lips, then leaning down to engulf your perked mound into his mouth. To stifle a moan of breath, you bit down on your lip so he couldn't hear the lewd noises you know you can produce.

That didn't stop him though, his tongue grazing your nipple roughly, inducing a soft moan from you. He didn't want to spend too much time suckling on your tasty mound though, pulling off of you with a pop.

His eyes trailed your body, until that met your dripping sex. His mouth nearly watered, admiring how juicy it looked. He couldn't resist the urge, when his hand came to caress your area. You gulped harshly, feeling his other hand moved your panties to the side, just so he could slide his middle finger up and down your slit.

Your shivered at the sensation, never being touched in such a vulgar way, before. His fingers began transitioning to your entrance, digging inside you to prepare you for what's to come. Your hands went to his wrist, but he was holding you down as well as finger fucking you, slowly.

Your cunt looked so tasty to him, that he backed himself up to get on the edge of the bed and press himself up agaisnt it, while being face to face with your dripping heaven. You eyed him once, only seeing his white hair between your legs ready to dig in. He gave your cunt a soft kiss, which made your eyes dilate in surprise.

Your hips started twitching, once his thumb began pressing and rubbing on your sweet button. "You're so cute, Y/N... so sensitive, I love it." Then, he dove in, making your back arch into his mouth. He latched his entire mouth on your bud, suckling on your pearl while caressing your clit.

Instantly, you felt a bubbling pleasure rising in your abdomen, quickly. His thumb was stroking your clit quickly, trying his best to make you cum as fast as he could. He was showing no mercy to your little clit, sucking harsh marks on it. Even if no one else would be seeing this, he still did it to you.

Releasing his touch from your clit, both his hands went to both your thighs to press you agaisnt his face. His grip was tight, whilst his tongue devoured your heat that was dripping down his chin and into his mouth. He was slowly lapping at your clit, giving it long slow strokes of his thick tongue.

You were trembling now, Gojo began humming agaisnt your heat to make your orgasm come faster. His hips bucked involuntarily into the bed to relieve some of the pressure flowing through his cock. His veins were throbbing agaisnt his cock, making him sensitive, which made his own body tremble.

On accident, a moan escaped your lips which made Gojo look up at you. He was pleasuring you, which made him thrust himself into the bed even more. He was practically moaning now, the vibrations making your heat drip and tingle more.

Reaching around your thigh, Gojo began padding at your clit, now your back is arching even more into his mouth. Slight bucks from your hips made him go faster and ravage your clit, his hips also grinding harder agaisnt the bed. He was overstimulating himself, pre-cum seeping from his tip and staining his pants.

That didn't stop him though, since he's enjoying your sweet moans and writhing body. His other hand reached your clit as well, sliding harshly on your clit which made your insides tighten. He could tell you were close, and continued lapping at your sweet nectar. He was about to make himself cum from just eating you out.

Just as you were on edge, he sat up to watch your face and body reactions, once you do come. His fingers now working vigorously to please your soft body, which was working. "Come on, my Love. Just let it consume you, I'm right here~"

And on command, electricity seemed to rush through your body, causing your nerves to send tingly shock waves rushing to your core. Your hands gripped his wrist, though his fingers were still working on your squirting heat. "Go-Gojo..!" You nearly shouted, which he seemed to enjoy.

He heard you, but his fingers continued to work wonders on your sensitive clit. The smirk on his face told you that he was overstimulating you on purpose, wanting to see you crying out for him. He was enjoying your moans, watching your face contort from the shock waves of pleasure.

Slowly, his fingers began to stop its merciful pace. "Wow, Y/N! I didn't expect you to be such a squirter~" He grinned menacingly, seeing your cheeks heat up from embarrassment but your body was still jerking from his slow finger strokes.

He moved up your body however, smirking down at you before aggressively crashing his lips upon yours. He pressed his cock in between your legs, bucking his hips into your still stimulated clit. He didn't want you to stop coming at all, his hips rubbing faster on your cunt. You could feel your cunt throbbing, but Gojo wasn't stopping.

The kiss though, didn't last long as he began trailing his tongue down your mouth, and to your neck. His lips grazed your skin, going to your exposed chest to place a soft kiss on it. Swirling his tongue on your nipple, he latched himself on it to suckle harshly.

You didn't even notice, when he began freeing himself of his clothes. You didn't even notice himself taking off his shades, those blue mesmerizing eyes being on full display. You did jump, once you felt it... hard, thick and flush agaisnt your hole. Your hands gripped his shoulders, trying to stop him, "Gojo please!" He looked up at you, his smile dropping when he met your face.

"You don't have to do this, Gojo... it's not worth, what you think it is... if you stop now, everything could go back to normal..!" You tried your best to convince him, but that didn't seem to do anything as his smirk once again appeared.

"That's not good enough, Y/N. I've loved you for far too long, and look where it's gotten me. You're right here in my grasp, and I won't let this moment pass me up, Love." He placed his left hand on the side of your head and gripped his cock with his other hand, using it to guide himself into your clenching hole, that was still sensitive.

Flicking your nub a couple of times, Gojo began to press himself in. He saw the discomfort on your face and used his free hand to grip your waist and push himself deeper. It was so painful, the stretch of his thick cock burning your walls but he didn't still. "Relax..." Your walls made him moan a bit, he leaned his head back and closed his eyes, your tight walls appearing difficult to bottom himself out into.

Though he decided to just thrust his tip back and forth, doing his best to open you up even more. Though, your walls instantly tightened on his tip, sucking him in which made him pant softly. He was only thrusting his tip, and you were already tightening around him.

He looked back down at you, lowering his hands underneath your soft ass to lift you up and slide in more easily. Your soft walls were snug around him, which made his balls tighten already, even though he wasn't close. You were just so tight that it nearly had him in tears of pleasure, but luckily it didn't. The pulse of your cavern and the veins in his cock, stimulated you both.

"I never knew I could love you, more than I already do, Y/N..." The soft moans coming from him only made you contract around him, now he's sliding more of himself in. He suddenly lifted you up by your ass, thrusting his entire length into your hole, both of you letting out loud moans. "Y/N... you're so damn... so damn tight..!"

He smiled down at you just before hovering his body over yours, the muscles in his body tensing from the extreme tightness you were currently squeezing him with. As he pulled out, he thrusted back in deeply, his tip instantly connecting with your cervix.

You've never felt this way before, his consistent pace making your breast bounce causing his eyes to trail to your chest. He licked his lips upon staring, the sight making him thrust faster, your tightness sucking a breath from his lungs while he tried to keep his steady pace.

Gojo couldn't help it, once his hand grasped your throat, while still thrusting deeply into your cavern. Your hands went to his wrists, his cock moving harshly inside your throbbing cunt. You could feel your walls flutter around him, which made you both moan out.

His free hand grasped your right leg, placing it around his waist while still thrusting deeply. Then, his hand went to the other and wrapped it around his waist, also. The push and pull of his cock, had his veins tickling your gummy walls.

You didn't even know you were creaming up his cock, until he acknowledged it. "Love, you're coating up my cock... how erratic..." He chuckled deeply, plunging himself in slowly and deeply. His thrusts were slower now, but his tip nestled agaisnt your cervix everytime.

"Gojo... stop..!" He didn't listen though, his hand squeezing your throat even more. You could feel the veins in his cock pulsing agaisnt your walls, but he wasn't stopping. He wanted you to know you're never leaving him, and this was the best way to show you at least he thought.

Releasing his grasp on your throat, he grabbed both your hands and placed them in the empty spaces beside your head. Your eyes were closed, but your mouth was opened which he took advantage of. Without a question, he latched his mouth on yours and began thrusting faster, deeper and harsher. His naval was brushing agaisnt your clit, making both of you moan into each other's mouth.

You were close, and you could tell he was too because of the twitches his cock was giving off. His thrusts were really sloppy, his kisses turned slowly as well kissing the corner of your mouth. "I'm gonna cum in you, Y/N..." Instantly, you began panicking. You're so young, how can you carry a baby?

Though, you couldn't even think. His cock was kissing your cervix ever so sweetly, that you couldn't stop your eyes from rolling in your eye lids. Releasing your hands, Gojo resulted them down to your ass to lift you up while he rams himself into you. Your eyes were tearing, as he nustled his head in your sweety neck, kissing it leaving love marks.

With one more thrust, your walls tightened around his cock nearly trapping him in, stopping him temporarily but he kept going, since he wasn't there yet. Though, his thrusts were overstimulating you severely, your arms wrapping around his back and digging crescents into it.

"I'm cumming... I'm cumming... take it all, Y/N..!" He moaned deeply, latching his mouth on your neck, biting it deeply leaving a dark hickey. His grip on your waist tightened, you could feel thick creamy spurts of his cum coating your walls. He was moaning your name like a chant, his thick cock still moving harshly inside of you, overstimulating both of you.

His deep moans had you tingling, his hips slowing making both your bodies jerk and twitch. As both your highs were still washing over you, he sat up on both his hands to look down at your face. His hips still moving inside you, grinning down and loving your facial expression.

Your hands were still on his shoulders, digging deep marks into them. The slow, deep grinds of his hips still making you squirm and writhe under him. He leaned down to place a soft kiss to your forehead, still slowly grinding his hips.

"Y/N... my Love, this is forever Our Domain..~"

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This was probably the longest thing I've wrote, but I've been slacking so, hopefully y'all enjoyed this... sorry if it made some of y'all uncomfortable, I warned you! Also requester, I know this isn't neccesarily what you've asked for but I had forgot what you asked me to do, lol. Hopefully you still liked and enjoyed this.

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Hi! Can you possibly do a Mikasa x fem reader where they've been dating and during the Uprising arc in the crystal cave the reader gets hurt Mikasa just gets pissed 😂 Then after the battle some sweet comfort and fluff? Also the others were shocked by Mikasa's behavior cause they didn't know she was dating anyone

“Rage,” Mikasa x FemReader

Summary: where you ended up getting hurt during the mission to rescue Eren and your secret girlfriend Mikasa shows real emotion about the situation.

Warnings: none! season 3 Mikasa

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The team surrounded Levi as they hovered over the secret door that led down to the cave where they assumed Eren and Historia were in. He had went over the plan again, looking down at the barrels the team had put together to throw down there.

“Stay sharp, one mistake can get you killed.” Levi warned before opening up the trap door and everyone threw the barrels in.

Once Sasha had shot the barrels with some flame arrows, the smoke surrounded the lower area of the cave. Then it was the rest of the teams turn to fly in using their gear.

You were nervous, you’ve been nervous since before you even stepped into this but Mikasa, before this mission started, had tried to reassure you endlessly about how she would look after you and protect you if needed but she knew how much of a strong person you were and how you could easily get this done, she had full confidence in you.

The relationship between you and Mikasa was definitely more than just friends. When you first met her when the both of you joined the boot camp at the same time, you two became close from how much you had in common. You both ended up being orphans and taken in by someone else, you both shared a lot and it eventually turned into a secret affair that no one really knew about.

It was then on that Mikasa had gotten very over protective with you and even then, the scouts never thought about it for too long, they thought of it as just Mikasa being over protective with her friends like Eren and Armin.

Your thoughts had moved back onto the mission, it started off great and in the teams favor until the enemies had caught on to what they were doing and how they were doing it and you ended up getting caught above the smoke after slicing someone’s throat open.

The enemy was quick to lunge at you, their blade aiming towards you and surprisingly you dodged just enough that it didn’t strike the area he was aiming for but it did slice your side quite severely.

You had fallen down under the smoke, the ground knocking you out cold and Mikasa had noticed right away.

“Y/N!” She shouted below to you when she noticed your body falling to the ground.

Her anger boiled inside of her and she was quick to spin around towards the guy who had done the damage to you and instantly killed him without hesitation.

After that, the enemy team had backed away and retreated, giving Mikasa time to drop to the ground and go to where you laid. Your eyes had opened up, the pain you felt shooting through your side was like it was on fire.

She quickly took off her jacket and pushed the material down on your wound to put pressure on the bleeding, her eyes connecting with yours and you gave a weak smile, just to somewhat reassure her that you were okay.

“Don’t worry about it, I’ve been through worse.” You joked, making Mikasa crack a smile down to you.

“Shut up, this cut is pretty bad, Y/N.” She admitted, pain written all over her face as she took a look down at the cut on your side.

“I’ll be fine, Mikasa. I’m not leaving you that easily.”

All the scouts had surrounded you, their eyes trained on Mikasa as she was actually showing real emotion which they never seen off of her except rage. Levi had leaned down to lift the jacket and look at the slice on your side, cursing under his breath.

“You two, take her out of here quickly, the rest will go through with the mission.” He ordered and Armin quickly reached down to help you up off your feet which only worsened the pain.

“Take care of her, please. Don’t let her die.” Mikasa stared at Armin and he nodded his head as he and another cadet helped carry you towards an exit.

“Since when are you so caring for someone?” Jean looked down at Mikasa and she gave him a plain look as he teased her.

“My relationship with her is none of your concern, Jean.”

“Your relationship? So I’m assuming more than friends then?” He chuckled, stopping once he seen the deadly look on her face.

“Now isn’t the time to chat about secret affairs, we need to get Eren and Historia out of here.” Levi looked back at the cadets then around the area to try to come up with some plan until the cave started to give in, everything shaking and crumbling around them.

After the collected Eren and Historia, they finally made it out after the large titan had moved towards the wall. Mikasa didnt hesitate to come to where you were, laying in the carriage as the horses rode back to the wall where the titan was heading.

Everything was a blur to you until you were in a bed stitched and wrapped up perfectly fine. Mikasa was sitting beside the bed with her head on the mattress as she slept, little did you know the mission was already done and the titan that came was long dead.

Your fingers had gently traced through her hair, sighing under your breath feeling guilty for being reckless to let yourself get sliced up even if your attention was away for a second.

Mikasa was quick to wake up when she felt your hand, her eyes instantly moving up to yours and you gave her a smile before brushing her hair back. She leaned over without a word, the sudden impact of her lips on yours had completely caught you off guard but you weren’t complaining.

“You’ve been asleep forever.” She huffed out when she pulled back from your mouth and you leaned forward to wrap your arms around her in a tight hug, ignoring the pain in your side.

“I’m sorry.” You mumbled into her shoulder and she kept her grip on you, being careful to not hurt you in anyway as she ran her hand up and down your back, comforting you.

“Don’t be, it wasn’t your fault.” Mikasa had kissed the top of your head, it was nice to see her so comforting and loving but it was also shocking to see it as well.

It took a lot for her to be touchy like this, she was never one to show a lot of emotions but she did sometimes through her actions but you were the opposite, you always gave her affection.

that’s what made Mikasa fall for you more, the affection she was receiving from you was definitely something she didn’t think she would need until she met you.

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I tried to make this as lovey as possible, hope it turned out okaaaay.

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[the-rockstar-lestat]

I'm going to tell you a hell of a story.

(yes back from hiatus again. I am going to resign myself I may never be as active as I once was in the beginning, but you'll never be rid of me either)

It's the story of how I met Anne.

So, once upon a time, in a magical place called the 1980s, when everything was beautiful, and everyone was rich, and we all lived ignorant of the seeds we were sewing, and it was far, far too easy to forget the emaciated corpses hiding in the shadows--a vampire woke up.

A vampire woke up, ready to revolutionize the world with his story, only to find out it had already been told. He was already a household name--if you lived in a particularly goth household--due to a gothic novel that had crashed onto the scene called Interview With The Vampire.

Now I read this.... halfway decent...book, that reputed to be a transcription of my beloved Louis' words to a young boy. But as Louis will tell you, considerable license was taken in this novel, as anything adapted from an interview must be, to make his ramblings, shall we say, readable, and I immediately recognized the hand of another in this transcription. Initially, as the Boy was nameless and anonymous, and the ostensible authors name on the cover a female one, I assumed he was a mere fiction, and the Interviewer was a woman. (sorry, Daniel.)

Good. Perfect. I would find out later she had been a former classmate of Daniel's at San Francisco State, and they had kept in touch. Knowing her penchant for the strange and unusual--and her habit of believing many of the odd messes Daniel had gotten himself into--she had been the first person he went to when he left the infamous Interview.

But Daniel would tell me that later. For now, I knew nothing of him, only her. It was the work of a moment to find her, even in that age before the internet, in a world where money talked, and talked loud. And it was the work of less than a moment to show up at her doorstep, novel in hand.

I did not, dear readers, break into her home. Like all good vampires, I waited for an invitation. I rang the bell.

She answered, a beautiful young woman--she was in her fourties--with a husband and a young son, sitting down to a slightly late dinner. Normal, so normal. I greeted her with a line she would later immortalize in the only movie adaptation of her works I acknowledge.

"I assume I need no introduction."

She invited me in.

Husband and son were sent out for a walk in the cool air of the San Francisco evening, and Anne and I sat down for a chat. She made me coffee. I contemplated the cup.

"You think I'm mad?" Were my first words to her during this chat.

"Not really" she said, sipping from her own cup.

"You think I'm someone playing a prank on you?"

"Not yet."

"Then you believe I am who I say I am?"

"Not yet."

A little healthy skepticism . I approved. I showed her my fangs, read her mind a few times, gave her what proof I thought any mortal would need. When she began to believe I was a Vampire, I think that was almost instantly. Humans often sense there is something off about us if we're not careful, and I was not only not trying to blend it, I was trying to show off in all my preternatural glory, the better to seduce her, my dears. When she believed I was Lestat de Lioncourt, elegant and mysterious vampire villian, that I'm not sure. She never really told me. It was somewhere during this conversation, I'm sure. In those days Anne kept her cards close to her chest.

"Are you here to kill me?" She asked, not seeming too concerned about the idea, or at least, too proud to show it.

"And leave that beautiful family alone? Haven't they already suffered enough?" I knew about her daughter.

"A lecture, then? You didn't like the book? I've written others, you know. It was just a first novel, a strike of luck."

"On the contrary, I love the book. Beautiful writing, delicious prose. You adapted Louis' voice wonderfully. I can't imagine the train wreck you had to work from."

"Tapes " she supplied "Dozens of them. Seperating wheat from chaff took half the writing process."

"I can imagine. And by 'chaff' I imagine you mean Louis' self-indulgent monologues regarding Catholic guilt?"

"No, I left most of those in." She admitted.

"Anyway," I said, imagining the volume of words that HADNT made it into the book, "I'm here, I'm here" I repeated, indicating with a wave of my hand that I meant life in general, "Because I love the book. I think you a tremendous writer of gothic....fiction." I said, significantly. She raised an eyebrow. Of course the books had been published under the fiction umbrella. But she was here discussing them with someone who blatantly claimed they weren't.

"Fiction?" She repeated. I laughed uproariously. She flinched. No doubt remembering the amount of times she had listened to Louis describe me doing just that, perhaps wondering if she had imagined it right. I've always loved to laugh.

"Yes, fiction, Cherie. You don't suppose that novel is accurate to the events? At the most it is, how would you say, based on a true story?"

"I adapted--" she began defensively. I held up my hand.

"I don't care to argue about where the break in the chain occured. In fact I am very inclined to believe that you were a faithful chronicler, merely adding some structure and a touch of artistic liscense to the life story of a man who did not realize he was being immortalized in print. No, my dear woman, if anyone has made changes, it was my beloved Louis, not you."

"So you want....me to...rewrite it? Pull it from the shelves?" She set down her coffee cup with a clink "If you want to sue for some kind of--copyright infringement or libel you don't have a leg to stand on. You've got no way of proving you are who you say you are, and even if you could the books published as a fiction, 'any resemblance to persons living or dead is purely coincidental.'"

I laughed again.

"I don't imagine the authors of that disclaimer ever thought they'd need the 'or dead' part in such a literal matter." She smiled hesitantly. "No, no. I love the book. I hope it sells a million copies. I hope everyone knows it. I hope Louis de Point du Lac becomes a household name. I hope everyone talks of the Theater of Vampires, and the Rue Royal, and ponders the mystery and the beauty of my beloved, my dear, Claudia."

Here she looked away. As I mentioned, she had recently lost a daughter. Well, not so recently, perhaps, but does the pain ever really go away? It had been one hundred years and I too, had recently lost a daughter. I reached over the coffee table and took her hand.

"Who you immortalized beautifully. Thank you." I said earnestly. She looked into my eyes and we shared the first of our many moments. Dare I call them Golden Moments? Forgive me, Nicky. I dare.

"So what do you want?"

"I want, Mrs. Rice, for you to write another novel."

"Another?"

"This one, about me."

"About ...you?"

"Yes, me!" I thundered. Mood swing eminent . "Why not me? Oh don't worry, I don't want you to revisit the same events--other than in passing, perhaps , to iron out a few kinks, set a few matters straight. But I don't like how I was portrayed--not by you, mind, you did beautifully. By Louis. Some high-and-mighty, shut-mouthed, arbitrary paterfamilias, bent on isolating and abusing his children, for no reason other than his self-gratification--"

"You weren't?"

"No! At least--not the way I saw it. But I must cop to one thing--why should Louis know any better, or different? I was shut-mouthed about my past, my life, my motivations. I kept them ignorant, yes, but to protect them. There are worse things out there than me, you know."

"There are others?" Her eyes shone. "Armand, Santiago...the coven? They're real?"

"Real? Yes. Living? I'm not sure. I've been asleep for nearly a hundred years, hadn't had the moment to check in yet." She looked askance. "Yes I just woke up. Anyway." I stood up and started to pace the room . It was easier to talk like this when walking. Charming home.

"anyway, I want you to write another novel about me. About my life before I met Louis, my adventures in immortality, what led me to him, and why I did what I did. My side of the story, if you will."

"An Apology for the Vampire Lestat." She said, as if reciting a title. She could probably see the cover art already. "I like it."

"No apology. " I said, unfamiliar with the literary use of the word, "call it just, The Vampire Lestat. I won't apologize for anything I did, or anything I'm about to do."

"And what are you about to do?" She asked, tensing. I saw her eyes flicker, just for a moment, to the carving knife on the dining room table. Wondering, perhaps, if she could fight off the two hundred year old vampire she had recently believed to be a creature of her own fancy if he decided to attack her.

"I'm--" mood calming, anger over. Just joy and apprehension in The Plan "About to change the world. Redefine good and evil. Pull my people out of the darkness and into the light. Become--visible. Become--seen. Stand center stage and demand that all look upon me, and despair--and without a drop of blood spilled, don't worry. And I need your help to do it."

She stood up, confronting me. She, a little over five feet tall, halfway through her human lifetime. Confronting me.

"No one gets hurt. " She commanded.

"No one but those I require for my sustenance. And never, never, the innocent. The only ones I want to savage are the literary market." She laughed at this. Her first laugh.

"All right. I'll lend you my pen. In exchange--"

"Yes...?" I prompted.

"All copyrights belong to me. All profits. All creative control." I expected as much. I was rich and I knew it, what did I need for a measly two percent or whatever she'd offer me? The work was hers and she deserved it.

"Done." I said with a shrug. "That's all you want?"

"I think," she said "The answers you'll give me about life's greatest questions will be their own reward." I shook my head at her.

"Oh, darling woman, you think I have answers? If I knew the answers to anything it wouldn't be a fiction book I'd be writing. I'd be penning a second Bible. But I may be able to answer ...some things."

At that moment Husband and Son returned from their walk. They eyed me up curiously. They had not asked who this mysterious blond man was, and why he had interrupted their dinner, or why she had urgently asked for privacy. I didn't envy her the long drawn out explaination that was to follow.

"Mr. Rice, Christopher," I said, the young boys name supplied by his father's mind. " I was just leaving. Your mother and I have just made a rather lucrative publishing deal. Forgive me for the late hour it comes at. " I was very willing to play the part of Publisher or Literary Agent, or even Eccentric Fan, if she wanted to maintain that fiction in front of her family.

"I'll see you out." She said, and we walked to the door.

"So you'll do it?" I asked her once more, lingering at the threshold. Daring to believe that I hadn't heard her wrong.

"Yes, Lestat." She said, calling me by the name I hadn't needed to give her. "I'll be your chronicler."

"That's a good name for it!" I exclaimed, in a swish of blond hair as I turned away from the door and back to the woman who would give me life for the next four decades. "Call it The Vampire Chronicles!"

"You talk like there's going to be more."

"Why not?" I shrugged "I'm immortal. They'll always be more adventures."

I kissed her good night. Only on the cheek, in respect to her husband, and felt her warm flesh give under my lips. For a moment I was struck by a vision of moving down, down that pale throat, and sinking fang deep within her, and making her the chronicler of my adventures for all eternity. It would not be the last vision of this sort. But I resisted the temptation, and allowed her to lock the door behind me. No exchange of phone numbers, no making of additional appointments. She knew I'd find her when I was ready.

And find her I did. For the next two weeks Anne's pen and tape recorder and type writer never stopped as I told her my life, ranted, raved, laughed, cried, answered some questions and raised even more. And when I held in my hands the first printing of The Vampire Lestat, I knew that not only was her fortune made, so was her immortality.

So, as you might have heard, the mortal life of Anne Rice has come to an end. That's the way she wanted it. They'll be no Devil's Road for her, no Dark Gift, no Blood Communion. Only her plot in the Savage Garden, her little contribution to mankind's history, to art, to beauty. But, for all those of us who were touched by her work, her life, her art, it will be enough. And here I remain, her immortal beloved, writing these words in memorial and tribute to her, finally daring to be HER chronicler, knowing there is nothing I can say to repay the debt I owe her, but, as she of all people knows is always my way, trying anyway. As she gave my her words, so I shall give her mine.

To eternity, my mother, my Maker, my Queen of the Damned. To the immortality we gave each other. May you rest well, peacefully, and finally find the answers you sought.

Your beloved,

Lestat

11 December 2021

[shepard-ram]

The whole discussion of Disney Princess made me realize how easily you could combine Cinderella and yandere techno.

The Arctic Empire's holding a tournament in order to scout out potential army leaders for an upcoming conquest with the winner having to fight being against the crown prince Technoblade for 1st place. While the prize for 2nd isn't anything to laugh at the first prize is truly exorbitant like you could buy a palace levels of wealth because they need to give some incentive for people to not just instantly forfeit in the final round. You need money and fast in order to leave before the conscription goes out you want no part in this upcoming war and unfortunately getting the at least the 3rd place prize is required if your mental calculations on how much both the boat passage and setting up your new shop/home will cost are accurate but a higher place will give you more wiggle room. In order to not just get nabbed after the tournament you decide that a disguise is in order so you purchase a fairly durable mask (don't want it falling off or breaking during a match) and sign up under a false but believe name Ian moone, you did chuckle at the thought of the person who worked out that names message. The preliminary matches were a breeze after all just because you hated fighting didn't mean you were bad at it and if beating up a few noble brats who's only taste of combat was against their tutor's ment you didn't have to kill anyone in a war that was a compromise your morals would have to make. Once there were only 16 of you left however they introduced a new rule you couldn't forfeit before 10 minutes passed, ok them change of plans you would have to try and drag the last match before the prince so you could grab the 3rd place prize and run, with this in mind you made sure to end fights quickly in order to have enough strength to stall for the 10 minutes. There was one problem with this plan your opponent in the finals didn't conserve their strength so only a few minutes in to the fight they collapsed meaning you won by default, you would have to fight Technoblade and so you react they way any sane person would be cursing every god you could think of. You were going to throw the match that was the sane thing to do then you saw the pink haired prince's look of pure arrogance and heard the Emperor's speech about how glorious the upcoming war would be and that to fight for the empire is something every citizen should strive to do,well let's just say you were a bit ticked off. Your sudden burst of speed across the arena caught everyone off guard as your sword smashed into his shield with it splintering as if you had struck with a axe, if the royals wanted to glorify the frenzied close combat of war that their citizen would have to face while they directed the war from their palace an ocean away from the front well you'd be glad to knock them down a peg or two. The prince upon seeing his shield get split in half with a single strike ducked behind one of the obsidian walls in the arena that wouldn't help him though as instead of coming around the corner into the path of his crossbow you stopped on the other side of the wall putting your full strength behind your swing and sliced through the obsidian , through the prince's armour and only stopping once you shattered the bone in his upper right arm your iron sword shattering in the process, the prince forfeited,finishing the fight. You had ended the match with two blows, the arena was silent before erupting into cheers as you came down from the combat high to realise that you needed to leave now. As you were lead to your prize guards flanking once you were in the room alone you immediately looked for a way out and found a small window that lead out to a alleyway jackpot stashing as much of your prize as possible into your travel bag you shoved the bag through the window taking your mask off and placing it in the floor and squeezing yourself out of the window grabbed your bag and headed for the docks to catch a boat out of the empire before they were the royals were any the wiser.

Unfortunately as the boat was setting sail the Emperor and his eldest son finally entered the guarded room where you should have been only to find your mask and the prize money you couldn't fit in your bag. Technoblade liked to think that despite the voice he was a calm person but at this moment in time he was two steps away from murdering the incompetent guards that his father set to guard the masked fighter who bested him, who managed to stun even the voices into silence with your show of strength who would be stunned thought not only had you split his shield in two with an iron sword but you managed to slice through obsidian, his enchanted neatherite armour and would have cut off his arm if your sword didn't break. How had he never found you before, someone of you caliber should be known far and wide that fight though short made his heart race like never before he needed to face you again both the voices and surprisingly his pigling instincts demanded it to fight you, test you, to make you his. Grabbing his fighters mask he rushed past his stunned father to find your entrance form ( he hadn't be listening when the announcer said your name so sure you would be defeated with ease) he searched for his fighters name ah there it was Ian Moone and as soon as the voices hear it they erupted some bellowing with laughter, others applauding your cleverness,a few however became enraged that you wouldn't even gift them your real name. Having no patients for his confusion the voices yelled at him to rearrange the letters and like magic Ian Moone became I am no one, oh that's how you wanted to play you wanted to test him his pigling instincts surmised you wanted him to show his devotion before submitting as his mate, the voices upon hearing this chimed in saying you weren't in the empire you left by boat for once their limited omniscient helping him. As his fingers traced the details of your mask it didn't matter that you weren't in the empire anymore he would find you no matter how far you ran he would bring you to home and he wouldn't allow you to leave again.

Ender-anon

OK YES???

Just the whole concept of defeating Techno only for it to spawn a little crush is so good- the fact that you left behind your mask yet no one spotted you probable drives him crazy ksksjjdsj

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For your prompt list, can you do #36- "I never wanted to hurt you' for Azutara.

I'm gonna set this one up a bit if that's ok. This prompt reminds me of a scene from the soulmate au I'm working on (hopefully will one day finish lol)

If you don't wanna use this then that's absolutely fine. With that being said, here's the relevant info.

-Soulmarks are rare to appear. Everyone has a soulmate, but the only thing that's guaranteed is that you'll be in the general vicinity of them at some point in your life. The mark won't appear until you directly speak to each other, in this case it was the throne room scene from the show. When you are both aware of the mark, you become spiritually connected. This connection is different for every person. In thier case, the mark worked two ways 1) during moments of high stress, the non-stressed one's spirit is pulled to the other (think astral projection but they can't be seen) to provide support/comfort. 2) they see various memories of the other through dreams. I plan on using this aspect to build a connection between them since they hardly directly interacted during the show. Katara's memories and some of the actions Azula witnesses from Katara both inspire her to want to be a better ruler and show her that Katara is her equal. Katara sees a lot of the more negative memories of Azula, like when her mother implied there was something wrong with her, harsh training from Ozai, her mother disappearing, Zuko's Agni Kai. Azula also has anxiety from her past traumas so, needless to say, Katara's been providing quite a bit of comfort (Azula has a mark mirroring Katara's necklace and Katara has one of a Blue Dragon going down her spine)

Next point - the Crossroads of Destiny never happened. Azula freed Katara after seeing the soulmark. She didn't tell her about it and instead offered a deal. Her freedom in exchange for information on Zuko's location. Azula had the Dai lee lower the walls before trying to capture Zuko, so he had already fled when she goes to capture him.

Azula gets called back to the fire nation by Ozai, leaving War Minister Qin in charge of the city. When she gives her report to Ozai, she left out the info about Katara, which Ozai knew about thanks to Qin's report sent via messenger hawk. He accuses her of trying to hide her failure and also brings up her inability to capture Zuko. He decides to overlook the slight in lieu of her victory but threatens her to never fail him again. Katara saw all of this and her spirit is pulled behind the princess as she returned to her room and proceeded to lose her public composure, falling into a panic attack. That was the first time Katara provided comfort but the relevant part is Ozai's threat.

Later, on the Day of Black Sun, Azula had decided she was going to leave the capital, planning to teach Aang firebending. Her plan was to safely slip into the night after the invasion (she didn't leave during it because she needed to make sure her people were protected). She set up a plan to stall Aang using far more Dai lee than she did in the show. She gave them orders not to capture him however. With the invasion thwarted, she went to give her report to Ozai. She didn't get a chance to speak as he started laying into her about allowing the Avatar to escape. (Katara astral projects in. At this point her body is on Appa as they prepare to flee) When she tried to speak Ozai back handed her yelling/asking when she became so weak. The sudden movement shifted her shirt enough for Ozai the see a hint of blue in her neck. He pulls down her collar revealing the soulmark. The last thing Katara sees is Ozai throw Azula back, causing her to stumble as he calls he a born traitor throwing lightning in the process.

This is a spoiler point. I have Ty lee rescuing Azula with airbending. As the lightning kept from Ozai's fingers, she slammed him with a gust of wind, sending him flying. The lightning, with it's trajectory changed, strikes Azula in the shoulder. When Ozai looks back, the room is empty.

Ty lee, following the spiritual connection through Azula's aura, brings her to the Western Air Temple.

I'm curious to see your take on what happens next and this prompt seemed to fit it quite well. Perhaps you'll have Katara speaking to an unconscious Azula. Or maybe you'll have a couple scenes, one when Azula arrives and another when combustion man attacks, having Azula wake up, stumble out and strike him with lightning leading to Katara freaking out about her condition. There are really a lot of different ways this could go. If you decide to do it, I admit I'm very interested to see what you come up with. 🙂

Sorry this took so long but I really wanted to make sure I got this right, especially after you left all of those wonderful comments on my fic! This AU is absolutely incredible, and I hope I did it justice.

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Katara awoke with a gasp and found herself lying on a flat stone ledge. Around her were her friends, each looking dejected after their recent failure. But Katara had other things on her mind.

She hadn’t told her friends about the blue dragon that had appeared on her back in Ba Sing Se, or where she really found herself when she “fell asleep.” She wasn’t exactly sure why she hadn’t told them. It was partially because they had so much going on already, but partially because she was afraid they wouldn’t trust Azula.

Azula...the girl had turned out to be so much more than Katara had ever imagined. Far from pure evil, she was a broken teenager with fierce protectiveness deep inside her, and Katara had found that they weren’t as different as she’d once thought. She was her soulmate, as strange as that was. Katara never would have expected it, but she had come to care deeply about her.

She paced the Air Temple in worry, wishing she could do more than just move her spirit into Azula’s mind, that she could help in some way. The last thing she remembered was seeing the girl at the mercy of her father. Katara thought she would know if Azula had died, but her heart still ached with fear.

« Help! » came a cry from far above. Katara leaped to her feet and glanced up into the sky. There was a Fire Nation airship zigzagging towards them. Sokka raised his sword, but Katara held out her hand to stop him. This ship was clearly being flown by someone who didn’t know what they were doing. Something wasn’t right.

The ship suddenly tipped forward, pointing straight down and hurtling towards the bottom of the canyon. At the last moment, Katara saw a strange form leap from the front window towards them, falling just short of the edge of the cliff. Katara raced towards them, but Aang was faster, leaping off the edge with his glider, falling into a dive. A moment later, he was back, and he wasn’t alone. Ty Lee was hanging on to his feet with one hand, and somehow she was helping propel them through the air. Was she...was she airbending? In her other arm was the limp body of Azula. Katara felt her heart leap.

Katara raced towards them as they landed on the side of the ledge. Aang and Ty Lee began a conversation, but Katara barely registered it. She ran straight to Azula and dropped to her knees, instinctively scooping the girl up in her arms. Thank the spirits, she thought. Azula was alive, if weak.

Quickly, Katara drew her water out of her pouch, her hands moving over Azula’s shoulder, feeling the electricity coursing through her. Healing Azula was, in some ways, the easiest thing she’d ever done, because the pattern of her heart and her spirit was so similar to her own.

Azula stirred in Katara’s lap and slowly opened her eyes. As her vision cleared, she groaned, and tears instantly filled her eyes.

« I’m sorry, Katara. »

Katara blinked. « What for? »

Azula sighed, tears still spilling down her cheeks. « I’m sorry that you’ve got me for whatever this soulmate thing is. You’ve done everything for me. You showed me compassion when no one else would, you calmed me down, you were open with me when you never had to be. You made me a better person. And me? All I did was hurt you. I tried to kill your friends, and now my father won’t stop until he kills me too. I’m a failure and a monster. » She looked up, right into Katara’s eyes. « I never meant to hurt you. »

Katara suspected that the girl’s weak physical state was part of what was making her so vulnerable. She’d never seen Azula be so honest, even with herself. It made her heart swell, with sadness for the girl who’d been made to believe she was a monster, when Katara knew that that couldn’t be further from the truth.

She pulled Azula up into a tight hug. She’d never hugged her before, but it felt right. Like they’d been made to put their arms around each other just like that. « Azula, you’re my soulmate. I...I love you. I love you because you’re a person, because you’re passionate and strong and human. You could never be a monster. »

Azula didn’t speak, maybe because she was still too injured, maybe because she had nothing to say. She just wrapped her arms tighter around Katara, and held onto her like she was the most important thing in the world.

A voice came from behind them.

« Wait a second. She’s your WHAT?! »

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This was a super fun prompt! You’re amazing so I hope it made you happy! This is an amazing idea and I can’t wait to see where you go with it!!!

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RP meme from Scream Queens Ep 11 "Black Friday"

"Be careful. I'd really like to kiss you again."

"I'm saving my energy for Black Friday doorbusters tomorrow morning."

"How about you do the honors?"

"Oh, the holidays. That festive time of year where everyone's decked out in their Christmas finest."

"The season of joy and love and presents begins when the clock strikes midnight."

"I thought you got all your clothing hand-delivered by A-list designers."

"Black Friday is about buying deliberately cheap, totally forgettable Christmas gifts for friends. The obvious cheapness of the gift makes them question our friendship and makes them way easier to manipulate as they try desperately to get back on my good side."

"Is this black toilet paper?"

"Amazing. A pair of mink albino boy shorts."

"I bribe the dude who deals weed off the loading dock to let me in a half hour early."

"Torturing these soulless manatees of senseless consumerism brings me so much joy. And isn't joy what the holiday season's all about?"

'At first I was like, "What a weird turkey." And then it clicked. Like... "Damn, that's a head."

"When you agree with me, it makes me question whether I actually agree with me."

"I am gonna take this opportunity to be the strong parental influence you have never had."

"You are gonna march over to that sofa right now and you're gonna sit down because you are in a time out."

"I'm sorry. Did you just put me on a time out? You do realize I'm not seven, right?"

"Well, behold how badly you've failed."

"I think it's pretty safe to assume that your career is over."

"Now, if you'll excuse us, we're going to the mall to exercise our patriotic right to join hundreds of thousands of our fellow out-of-breath Americans in sweatpants as they make frenzied, ill-thought-out purchases of cheap, crappy garbage they can't afford and don't need. To deny us of that right would be un-American."

"Let's go, sluts."

"I want to know what I'm being charged with."

"You drove your pickup truck through the front window of a Best Buy."

"You killed or maimed people. Let's go."

"Sounds awful, but I'd keep that to yourself."

"You're not really helping yourself."

"Most of the uniformed cops out there are working on a volunteer basis because they get backed up inside if they don't crack a few skulls every day."

"There's a killer on the loose and you're telling us this town has no police force?"

"I don't understand why you have to get us the crappiest gifts possible and then make sure we know about it beforehand just to ruin the surprise."

"I mean, that's like bringing pineapples to Hawaii."

"So would you feel the need to waste $13,000 buying me something I already have?"

"Maybe instead of using my disgusting wealth to buy my friends crap, I should use my disgusting wealth to buy my friends things they would actually enjoy."

"The mall is deserted."

"Oh, go on and shoot me, hag. It'll just make me young and skinny forever and you'll still be old. Come on, finish me off, you shriveled, old crone!"

"First day on the job and I caught a killer."

"Wait, you have a gun?"

"Damn! Why didn't I shoot him when I had the chance?"

"How's your crossbow wound?"

"The arrow missed all major arteries, and I'm currently rolling on some sweet painkillers."

"What exactly are you proposing?"

"I've always had this vision of a band of sisters who stand together like an impenetrable community of shields who kept everyone safe and secure."

"Sometimes, instead of shields, we need swords."

"No one is going to help us."

"No one is going to stop this until we are all dead."

"Well, I'm sorry, but she is a vindictive, amoral woman who no one is gonna miss."

"I say we poison her."

"Did you ever do it in my bed?"

"So you were gay lovers?"

"No, we were not gay lovers."

"I'm an investigative journalist."

"Well, you know, I really love the idea of a bunch of guys from different backgrounds getting together and forming a brotherhood for life."

"Have you ever been to a driving range?"

"What sort of ab regimen are you rocking, bro?"

"I guess the fact that you and I cannot stand one another is finally out in the open."

"Name your weapon."

"So pick your weapon. You can choose sabres, guns, baseball bats, small pebbles, spoons, doesn't matter to me. What does matter, is that we will fight, and we will fight to the death."

"Well, I am sorry that took so long, but, you know, a watched pot never boils."

"Being a millennial feminist means growing up listening to Taylor Swift say she doesn't like to think of the world as boys versus girls."

"That's not what feminism was about."

"How come all the pictures on the wall are selfies?"

"Oh, it smells amazing."

"Where did you get puffer fish venom?"

"I want to be there when she dies."

"That's bliss!"

"Is it nutmeg?"

"I am like a soldier at war. I am killing to stop more killing. It's totally justified."

"But what about moral law?"

"Oh, that would be hard for you?"

"I don't "rage" on Tuesday nights or have competitions about how many girls I can have sex with in one day."

"What I'm trying to say is guys join fraternities to get a sense of structure in their lives. Problem is the structure

they're buying into is antiquated. It's misogynistic and hierarchical and dangerous."

"It's misogynistic and hierarchical and dangerous."

"I don't think I'm in the right headspace right now."

"You're a rare breed, one of the true good guys."

"That's the weirdest explanation for anything I've ever heard."

"We need to think of new ways to kill her!"

"I'm really gonna cherish our time here together."

"Killing is wrong, but, under this circumstance, I don't know what other choice we have."

"Hold on, sluts."

"When I was your age, I was thoughtless about sex."

"If you don't think you're ready, you probably aren't. And if you aren't, well, then no good can come from doing it, anyway."

"The main thing is you have to be perfectly dry. The cryosauna is set to 200 degrees below zero, so any water on your skin freeze instantly."

"How come there hasn't been any screaming?"

"No, we need to get away while we still can."

"Hey, hey, it's enough. The point has been made."

"Why do you want to continue taking this any further?"

"Yes, I feel guilty!"

"Don't you ever call me again."

"I heard about these Buddhist Monks that found a way to meditate, so they can sit outside all night, way, way up in the Himalayas in weather that would kill a normal person, but their core temperature stays totally normal."

"You're thinking of the movie Teen Wolf, you brainless gash, which is not, in fact, a documentary!"

"Uh, Rasputin. He was a mystical Russian peasant who became a close advisor of Tsar Nicholas II because he could magically cure Prince Alexei of his hemophilia."

"Okay, this seems totally not germane to what we're talking about, so can we please just skip ahead?"

"Maybe she has some magical powers that make her unable to die, like some horror movie villain, like Michael Myers, or Jason, or Dr. Giggles."

"So, maybe try on a size zero."

"Okay, I'm not gonna try on the size zero because I won't fit into the size zero."

"This is discrimination!"

"Look at her. Give her something. Give her something to be happy!"

"Come on, what is wrong with these idiots?!"

"Why did you ask me to meet you here? And why are you carrying a bag clearly filled with chains?"

"I thought we could talk about bondage and go for a swim."

"You're all packed up. I thought you were staying until you cracked the case."

"I was just gonna go to the woods and write or something,

like Thoreau, but with WiFi."

"I mean, maybe I could come with you. Might be kind of romantic, you know?"

"I could bring a slow cooker, and we could talk about the case all night over short ribs?"

"Well, I do love short ribs."

"I'll always be able to say that my first was with a great, great, great guy."

"I am a sentient grown woman who has been through

hell the past few weeks, and I'm sitting next to you, now, with open eyes and an open heart, telling you that I want to give myself to you."