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bloodybloob · 2 years

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Imagine a scenario where some of the older gods leave for a while for some reason and when they come back it’s to see the younger gods panicking, wars completely waisted and wild is nowhere to be seen

Your wish is my command!

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“Thanks for the help you two, I have no idea what got into the Twili’s heads. I thought I’d have to call Warriors for help.” Twilight huffed as they slipped through the black matter barrier, it wiggled at their forms before hardening into a more secure shape.

“It was no problem, Wars was busy and this was serious.” Sky hummed, winged ears flapping.

“I must say, their… cultish tendencies are a bit concerning.” Time looked at Twilight with a bit of hesitance, wanting to say more on the situation.

“Yeah, I mean- our world has cults dedicated to us and all, but not the whole population.” Sky added as he took the cover from his face and let it vanish.

“I’m working on that at the moment, they’ve been discussing sacrificing babies which is just… you know…?” They both nodded, sending pitying glances his way.

“How do you think the others are fairing? Warriors isn’t the best option to leave with our younger brothers for so long, he tends to goof off some, I don’t doubt he and Legend have gotten into some heated debate whilst taking care of everyone. And while I trust Four, I don’t trust him split, nor do I trust whatever Shadow has inevitably dragged him into.” Sky pondered aloud, bringing long forgotten worries back to the front of Twilight’s mind.

It’s been well over a mortal year since they went on their short venture into the Twili Realm. A year isn’t too long for a god, but knowing mortals, it’s long enough for them to cause something to go horribly wrong with their brothers. Sky and Time were both commonly prayed to, and while Time rarely responded, Sky was well known for frequent blessings. At least one of their absent presences would go noticed, and great stars did mortals freak out once anything ever occurred to their gods, which would make more occur to their gods.

“I’m nervous, it’s feels like every century Wild gains more and more scars, and Wind is always getting into trouble while trouble always finds Hyrule…” Twilight murmured.

“Give them a bit more credit. The worst Warriors would’ve done is drag everyone on a field trip to a bar. Legend has future vision and is more paranoid than all of us combined, he’s bound to have had thirty solutions to thirty different problems. And Four knows his duties well, I guarantee you at worst he’s babysitting all five of them.” Time placated, reassurance heavy in his tone.

Sky nodded. “Yeah, you’re right.” He placed a hand on Twilight’s shoulder. “I’m sure their fine Twi. Look, we’re here!”

Swirling nothingness bled into peach billows, fluffy tendrils met their skin with soft touches. The chill they had felt from traversing worlds washed away as they were encircled by the clouds, a hum of welcome.

“I think Legend should meet the Twili, he’d dismantle their cultish ways within a couple of weeks.” Sky sighed pleasantly as the walls of their home enveloped him.

“Weeks? Try days.” Twilight chuckled.

“I reckon a few hours and-“ The old man’s breath hitched, a sound of bemused disgruntlement escaped his lips. “They’re getting darker…” Twilight swiveled his head around. The walls of their home looked… more grey, muted.

Oh. Oh no.

All at once, the three gods rushed forth at break neck speeds, the puffy white visage that enraptured them turned darker and more rugged as they progressed inward. Dark images ran through Twilight’s head like a startled deer, his inner walls peeled back to reveal all of his inner turmoils as his countenance fixated horror.

They burst through the clouds, Twilight’s heart stopped as Sky audibly gasped.

Warriors was on the bed, face scarlet with mirth and confusion as he giggled madly. Legend was on his knees, desperately whispering to Hyrule, who was clutched in his shaky grip with burning eyes with putrid limes that poured down his cheeks in liquid form. Four, Wind and Wild were nowhere to be seen nor sensed.

“Guys!” A small, panicked voice shouted. Twilight looked down and saw Shadow, he was practically dripping in sweat and he heaving for breath.

“Shadow! What happened- where is everyone else?!” Sky bent over and picked up the small copy of their brother, who struggled for oxygen.

“Battle- guh- massive war outta nowhere, between seven kingdoms. It happened- hah… the battle was so sudden that Wars didn’t even get a chance to hear the news before- hn, that happened.” He pointed at the war god. “Worse yet… hah- during one battle they tore apart a forest housing a massive magic pool, all the animals and people trampling it caused Hyrule to crash.” Shadow huffed and puffed, lungs failing him.

“The others- where are the others?” Time’s other eye was opened, a rare sight. Shadow, the only one who had to worry about being pulled in by the eclipses within Time’s orb, covered his own eyes with his hands.

He inhaled deeply, finally satisfying his lungs. “Legend is on babysitting duty whilst Wind is doing whatever he can to stop the war, but he hasn’t been able to accomplish much. Four is split, looking for…” Shadow hesitated. “Wild went missing, we don’t know where he is. The colors are looking for him now, able to cover more ground. I promised I tried to stop them! I told Wind and Four it was against the rules, they did it anyway!”

Twilight’s thoughts halted, stunned by Shadow’s brief recap, before rage overtook him. Overbearing, crushing, mountainous rage invaded him like a parasite.

The mortals would feel his wrath.

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They were right about Wars not being the best, but not being the worst babysitter. What they didn’t account for was the mortals deciding it was a good time as any to duke it out. (Link to au info here).

#linked universe #asks #god au #writing #lu twilight #lu sky #lu time #lu shadow

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katzkinder · 2 years

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I posted 11,002 times in 2022

That's 1,192 more posts than 2021!

297 posts created (3%)

10,705 posts reblogged (97%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

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I tagged 2,627 of my posts in 2022

#servamp - 1,252 posts

#searching for mittens - 299 posts

#cats - 111 posts

#kat’s katerwauling - 110 posts

#friend art - 90 posts

#kat's katerwauling - 82 posts

#humans - 79 posts

#asks - 79 posts

#anonymous - 56 posts

#sakumahi - 54 posts

Longest Tag: 136 characters

#also can we talk about how fucking dehumanizing it is that radfems took our words and said ‘you can call yourselves literal animals tho’

My Top Posts in 2022:

chapter 122 spoilers

crawls out of my hovel to talk about chapter 122 (im not dead guys just busy as all get out FJDGHFD)

Mostly I'm making this for the sake of anyone confused by recent developments or maybe needing some reassurance that things are in fact okay and a certain puppy is only napping (and also because I'm having a swell time in general with recent developments but I'm very easy to satisfy)

Forgive me if this is a bit all over the place but i have. So many thoughts. And they all run into each other in one big mess.

Opens file cabinet, licks fingers and tabs through.

The foreshadowing for Lily being a turncoat has been written on the wall for a long time now but it's actually nuts when you go back through everything how much sense it all makes.

For starters, from the very beginning, Lily has been someone who kept contact with the Envy pair

Next, Lily is the only person who could have helped Mikuni gather the love letter and diary for Misono to find, being that no one would question him rooting through Mikado’s personal belongings (and if they did, he could easily make them forget)

Third, I suspect that his babyfication was a result of him being at war with his inner demon about how they should proceed (I also think Mikuni had his own little bit of revenge against Lily for being complicit in the situation regarding Misono, and that while they had planned to have his Item broken, he doublecrossed Lily in how it happened.)

Fourth, Lily was the one who knew about the curse Germaine would plant on whoever killed him. He was also the one who immediately knew that Mahiru had found and contracted with Kuro, possibly because he’s the one who placed his comatose brother in Mahiru’s path.

And finally: Lily has always wanted to die.

What fucks me up the most though is that even now, Lily tells himself that he’s doing what he’s doing for Misono’s happiness. Which is definitely the crux of WHY he was babyfied for so long, I think. Servamps become overwhelmed by their demon when put through significant emotional turmoil to the point it causes a collapse of the self, as we've seen with Ildio, a little with Lawless, and maybe even Hugh a while back? Back when he was shown as an old man.

Anyway, Lily was, more than likely, spending this whole time arguing with his demon about whether or not to continue with the plan, especially after the display of faith Misono made towards him.

Ultimately he seems to have decided that the best thing for Misono is to continue with things as they are, and I’m really curious to see why that is… I also don’t think Tsurugi’s dead?? I think he, and the fire itself, are all one big illusion. The best way to trick the enemy is to also trick your Allies

If everyone thinks Tsurugi is dead, then no one can prepare for him to be a wrench in their plans.

Which brings me to my last point: one of the chapter color spreads was a piece titled "Red or White," in which characters were placed in either red or white suits.

Notice anything? Both Lily and Tsurugi are wearing red, the same color as Mikuni, which SEEMS to indicate that they are working with him (as are Hugh and Touma, which is hilarious) but there's also a more sinister reading of this which worries me significantly...

Red and White aren't just the colors of the factions in Alice in Wonderland, nor or they haphazardly chosen to represent the Alicein brothers here.

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Dance of the Seven Veils

When the last one falls, I wonder what will be seen? A dutiful child or a remorseless betrayer

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What if Servamps impart a positive bit of their Sin to their Eve, like

Mahiru has an easier time falling asleep and sleeps better

Tetsu finds it easier to be satisfied and happy with his work

Mikuni is able to notice more easily areas he needs to improve on

Misono is like. Really Good at accidentally seducing people (Mikuni hates) The practical effect of this is that people are generally more inclined to give him things he asks for or try to curry favor with him. His family isn’t sure if the trade off is worth the creeps? Lol

For Iduna it becomes easier to stand up for herself and others

Licht doesn't feel as guilty being selfish and taking time for himself

Nicco lets himself indulge in the things that make him happy more often

Small things that impact them more positively, whether they realize it or not.

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Yes I do not forgive. Yes I do not forget. If you have harmed me and never shown remorse for it, I will not ever let it go.

Some people may call it petty. I call it justifiable reaction to being treated like shit <3

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My #1 post of 2022

This has always been a favorite color spread of mine, and that's primarily because of just... How much personality and characterization shows through in each pose Strike chose for every character.

For Mahiru, his posture can only be described as “open”. He’s facing you head on, he’s leaning forward a little, he’s ready! He’s gonna go! He’s determined! It’s very simple but very direct, just like him.

Kuro’s pose is simple too, but there’s the subtle touch of his coat tails curling up and toward the “Throne” his Eve sits on. It’s protective, even if it’s not obvious.

Touma in contrast is totally closed off. His legs are crossed, his hand is hiding his mouth, his arm is close to his body, he doesn’t want to talk to anyone or be perceived by anything that isn’t afraid of him. Like Mahiru, he has one arm positioned correctly on the rests, but he seems… Stiff, doesn’t he? He’s threatening, calculating, and so very him, laughs

And then, behind him, Tsurugi is facing backwards, indicating that their relationship isn’t as cut and dry as it appears. It’s a literal “turning your back on,” yet his hands are literally tied, and he leans over Touma like he can’t decided whether he wants to be away from him or get closer to the man who saved his life.

And then there’s Envy pair. I love their positions the most because it’s so… Them. Mikuni, like Touma, is more closed off than Mahiru. Legs crossed, creating a literal barrier between himself and the viewer. And yet, he allows his face to be viewed in full, indicating he’s more comfortable with people than Touma is. He’s cheeky, goading, and most importantly? Relaxed. He’s not in any hurry, and he doesn’t feel like there’s anything which can move him from his seat.

As for Jeje, he and Tsurugi has similar poses in that neither of them are facing their “owners,” but Jeje, unlike Tsurugi, is FREE. His hands are free. Mikuni feels no need to bind him like Touma does Tsurugi, because he’s confident Jeje will not disobey or leave him. Jeje also has, tellingly, a gun pointed at the viewer. He’s on a constant vigil to protect not himself, but Mikuni, from harm. And yet… His gaze is fixated on the people to his left. Is he watching them for Mikuni’s sake? Or is he envious of the bonds he finds there, where the Kings give their attention to their subjects?

And finally… Tsubaki. Tsubaki, with his seemingly empty chair. His hand is draped over the back, blocking anyone from taking a seat. He, very clearly? Still considers it to be occupied. And now we know why.

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kaypeace21 · 2 years

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It's funny people are losing it over the byler fight possibly being based off a romantic fight, in the highschool musical sequel. Because , byler (long before s4) has been paralleled to romantic pairings - that are from shows/films that are confirmed ST inspo. It's not new. The writers also said the original highschool musical was inspo for s4 ... so the idea the sequel is also inspo, is fairly possible. I even said a few years ago , and got teased by the way ,for mentioning how gabriel/Troy parallel byler because : Byler knew eachother since kindergarten. And in the og film- troy/gabriel say it's "feels" like they've know eachother since they were in kindergarten. They say it a bunch in the first film .And now people are noticing the byler fight (via dialogue and framing) also parallels troy/Gabriella's fight.

But did yall also forget the byler s3 fight (which parallels the s4 fight) was also based off a different romantic scene from a diff series? I noticed/mentioned this parallel - years ago. Duffers said they were huge fans of Dawson's creek.

In the D.C scene the 2 childhood friends try to deny their romantic feelings and fight about it ...one character does so with one very interesting line :

The character who says the same line as mike: is actually in love with their childhood friend. Yet uses this exact line to change the subject/deny their feelings to their friend (when confronted by them).

Also d.c had an endgame gay couple (what's funny is - one had a sister, the other had a brother. Their straight siblings dated before them- but eventually they broke up. And the gay siblings ,started dating later,and were endgame).

Also look at the framing of the gay realization: both occur at the end of an episode where we see them hugging a girl ,and only see the back of the girls' heads - as they zoom in on the guys' faces filled with turmoil.

Even after the gay realization/scene in d.c ,he (jack) pretends to be straight and still dates the main girl for a bit longer. Both are rich guys who initially date the main girl character (because they are in deep denial about being lgbt). And both have a smart overachiever sister who initially dates a guy who is poor,and has a shitty dad.And by the end jack dates the brother of his sister's ex. And this (straight ) brother always assumed his brother was gay and was also an ally to jack,before the jack and his brother dated- reminds me a bit of jonathan.

Some also thought the s3 byler fight reminded them of the fight between a gay pairing in " eyewitness". It has no confirmation of being inspo by the Duffers (unlike hsm or d.c). But the framing is very similar... coincidence or not. The boy on the same side as mike (has a gf, and was in serious denial/repression about his romantic feelings for the other guy, during said fight.) That boy had so much internalized homophobia- especially because he was from/lived in a small town. Their fight in a garage, the car in the background, the lighting . Coincidence or not the parallel is definitely something else... lol

Eyewitness even has another similar scene, which i really disliked in both shows: dude in woods with camera records love interest... cough with someone else doing , y'know. Yall remember that mess in s1 of stranger things. Ick.But, I digress.

Also byler in s2 is based off Ghostbusters. And name dropped in the show. Mike said he was Venkman. Venkman's love interest was Dana (Will): who gets possessed, and then can control demon dogs during said possession, one demondog was in her fridge too, they have to close the gate to break her possession. Does any of this sound very familiar. Cause it should...

And in s1 mike writes a d&d story where king Tristan (Will) gives mike and his friends medals at the end of s1. Like the end of the original star wars film where princess leia gave medals to han (her future love interest) and han's friends . Mike, a star wars nerd: replaced princess leia for a king (Will)- who gave medals (to their future love interest) . The medal ceremony was romantic foreshadowing since Han winks at leia after she gives him the medal.

There's more examples.little woman was s4 inspo. Dude dates girl, but he ends up with his ex's artist sibling -instead. Before that-the artist 3rd wheeled her sister and future love interest while the 2 were skating /holding hands. Aka just like Will watching mike and el skate. Or heck "it" series is confirmed inspo too-ben/bev/bill parallels Will/mike/El. Bev (mike) gets romantic poem (painting). Bev (mike) assumes the poem (painting ) is from Bill (El) when it's actually from Ben (Will). Bev was into Bill, but later she realized the poem is from Ben. When she realized the words were from ben- they became endgame. So if Mike ever finds out the truth of the painting (what will happen?).

But literally every season byler is paralleled to a romantic pairing from a show/film the duffers or writers like. The fact byler scenes are often based off romantic pairings/scenes is strange if platonic or one sided. That's all i'm saying XD

#byler #will byers #mike wheeler #stranger things

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jiangwanyinscatmom · 2 years

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So, with the new update of the manhua showing LXC telling WWX about the things that LWJ went through, the fandom once again is bringing up the discourse of “you were his one mistake” and hating on LXC. They are saying that he is talking crap about WWX, while knowingly letting JGY do heinous crimes and giving him information on LWJ’s feelings and therefore his weakness for WWX. Funny how they keep hating on LXC for literally one sentence, when the man was probably the biggest facilitator in getting LWJ and WWX together, and also seem to ignore that this speech which includes that line they hate so much is the reason that wangxian finally came to be.

But hey, LXC is apparently a monster who hates WWX and should suffer and bla bla bla

First, from a past ask I received:

I can very, very much understand why people would have a distaste for Lan Xichen as a character. He like many of the others are able to preach of the good while failing to actually practice it or really ever meet the basics of it when they did have the tools for it and just stepped back. I think it sort of entails “what manner of person am I able to respond to better”, when it comes to a myopia of social blindness and privilege.

I do not think Lan Xichen is a bad guy, or even morally bankrupt. I think he is naive, very blind to the worst in life, and a bit selfish given he does love others, but he is not the best at expressing when to keep his mouth shut and being unsure of what he himself should do. He has very very little worldly experience to understand a lot of harsh truths and can callously say things, even if that isn’t his intention. We see this when he casually says that Wei Wuxian has changed, which just ends up him completely misconstruing his own brother’s turmoil and worries for Wei Wuxian. He does this again with Wei Wuxian in Guanyin Temple, calling him his brother’s life’s mistake.

The exact words being, “这辈子唯一犯下的一个错误就是你!”, The only mistake he made in this life was you!“

The fun little thing about 犯/fàn, in connection to 错误/cuò wù is that is very very accusatory, it is mean, it is not a simple accusation of a problem, it means a criminal offense, which is what Lan Wangji had committed in the eyes of the Lans, and was a ruination of the little brother that Lan Xichen always could reassure by himself, or so he thought. This speech is him being as biting as he can (well for a Lan), to someone he sees as causing pain for years to his brother. All while he himself has, and continued to, treat Lan Wangji as a child. He is mocking a bit in his surety of his friend while he admits that he saw his brother’s trust in Wei Wuxian as wrong. It’s not calling Wei Wuxian just some sort of minor inconvenience, he is saying he is what had ruined his brother’s prestige and ideal daoist reputation for something so worldly.

But I think he is one for realization and can pursue that to apologize and really try to reach out to Wei Wuxian to understand him as family given he in no way decried their marriage as false. He in the least seems shocked at his own fall out and consequences for what had happened. His foundation he was sure in was broken in just a few hours. That’s a massive blow for an ego, but he tries, and seclusion at any rate, or the way he is practicing it is healthy and he knows what mistakes he himself had made as he reflects. His lesson is that he has much to learn, I don’t think that is a bad end for him at all.

As for the rest, he didn't want these two to be together, he thought that once he knew "Mo Xuanyu" was Wei Wuxian, he had been, in his eyes, continuing to be cruel to Lan Wangji. He made assumptions on very little information very unjustly while earlier within the book mocking Lan Wangji's absolute trust in Wei Wuxian next to Jin Guangyao who he had known for longer. I don't quiet agree that he was the tipping point for them to get together, after all the reason they had sex to begin with was impulsive and just off of Jiang Cheng's very homophobic and accusatory words mocking their feelings for each other. If Jiang Cheng previously hadn't mocked them, I feel it would have been a far smoother confession without anyone intervening to tell them about their outside perceptions. Lan Xichen included.

He is not the catalyst of anything just yet another factor that Wei Wuxian finally discarded to really let his feelings be known openly once and for all after the countless rumors everyone seemed to make up for them. It is him taking his own romance into his hands and not letting any of them assume for them without their say.

#mdzs #mo dao zu shi #that mistake discourse #lan xichen #he is blind to his own hypocrisy #despite his very real love of LWJ #he does not actually understand why he did what he did #and he has to grow as well

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dialovers-translations · 2 years

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Diabolik Lovers DARK FATE ー Shin Maniac [Epilogue]

ー The scene starts with a flashback

Monologue

ーー Nii-san’s existence in this world,

is absolute.

Exactly because of that,

I want him to ackowledge my own strength.

And one day, I wish to surpass him.

Those were the only two desires,

inside my heart.

As frustrating as it may have been,

at the same time,

I felt as if it gave my life a purpose.

There was not a single person in this world,

who could raise questions about Nii-san’s strength or existence.

And I am trying to catch up with someone like that,

I simply did not have the time to waste on anything else.

I had to get closer to him, even if just one step.

As soon as I let down the pressure, I will get left behind.

It felt like chasing a shadow.

...Even though I felt that way.

ー The scene shifts to the inner courtyard at Banmaden

Butler: S-Shin-sama!? H-How did you get so badly injured...!?

Shin: ...Che...I made a careless blunder...

Butler: ...What on earth...?

Leader of the Vibora: ...This scoundrel had the nerve to run rampant on our land. Therefore, we gave him his rightful punishment.

Shin: Rightful? My ass. Ironic coming from the people who set up such a dirty trap...

Leader of the Vibora: However, I am fairly certain we had warned you many times beforehand, asking you not to cause any trouble on our territory.

Shin: Listen...I made myself very clear plenty of times as well, didn’t I?

The Demon World belongs to us Founders. There’s no ‘Vibora territory’ to start with!

Leader of the Vibora: ...Well then, if all Founders think that way, I do not mind recognizing it.

ーー In which case, I declare war.

Shin: War? Heck yeah, bring it on!

Butler: ...!! W-Wait, please...!

???: What is this turmoil about?

ー Carla arrives to the scene

Butler: Carla-sama! Thank god, just in time...

Leader of the Vibora: That name...So you are the infamous...

Carla: ...

Shin: Nii-san! There’s no need for you to participate in this quarrel.

I’ll fight in their little war and beat this guy and his goonsーー

Carla: ーー Watch your words, Shin.

Shin: ...!?

Leader of the Vibora: ...I see. It appears that you are someone I can talk to.

In which case, please bring your King...bring Giesbach here. Without the presence of the King, we cannot settle this conflict.

Carla: Unfortunately, he is absent at the moment.

And above all...Regardless of what the circumstances may be, I do not wish to summon him for something which may bring distress.

Leader of the Vibora: Hmph...So you are implying that I am not worth his time? Your kind sure thinks highly of themselves...

I said that you seem like someone reasonable earlier, but I take back those words.

Please pass this message to your King.

ーー I accept your declaration of war.

And that we will make sure to wipe all Founders off the surface of this earth!

Shin: ...! What did you say just nowーー

( It’s unforgivable for some puny Vibora to insult us Founders like that. )

( He deserves to die in the most horrible way imagineable. In fact, I’ll kill him right here on the spot...! )

Carla: ...Step back. Keep quiet for a bit. This is an order.

Shin: ( Wha...? Nii-san...? )

Carla: ーー Wait, Leader of the Vibora.

I do not believe it is worth waging war and involving many unrelated individuals over a farce caused by this dimwit over here.

Leader of the Vibora: ...Oh? Are you chickening out because you know that you cannot win this war?

Carla: If that is what you wish to believe, go ahead.

As his older brother...Allow me to apologize for his blunder in his place.

...Just like this.

ー Carla bows down

*Rustle*

Shin: ( Wha...!? Nii-san lowered his head... )

( Why...? Why would he do that to a Vibora...!? )

Leader of the Vibora: Hooh...This is the first time I’ve seen a Founder lower his head towards a Vibora.

ーー Not bad. Quite a pleasant sight, if I may say so.

Carla: ...

Shin: ...Nii-san...

Nii-san!! Raise your head!!

Carla: ...

Shin: Can’t you hear me!? A Founder should never have to bow their head down for a Vibora!!

Kill that guy! Just end him!! It’s such an easy to do for you, isn’t it!?

Right!? Nii-san!?

( You shouldn’t be doing this!! )

Leader of the Vibora: ...Fufu. This is painful to watch...

Shin: ...!

Leader of the Vibora: ーー Carla. I shall take you on your word and cancel the war.

However...I cannot go back empty-handed. I need to set an example for my people.

I suppose I could take the head of that guy over there back with me?

So, what will you do, Carla?

Carla: ...

Shin: Nii-san...! I’d be willing to sacrifice my life, so...!!

Carla: ...You can take my younger brother with you.

ーー However, only one of his eyes, that’s it.

Leader of the Vibora: Hahaha! What a joke!

Not only did the future King of Founders bow his head to me, but now you’re begging me to spare your brother’s life!? Pathetic!!

Shin: ...!

Carla: ...Shin, you heard me.

Kneel down in front of the Leader, and offer him your eye.

Shin: ...No.

Carla: Are you scared?

Shin: That’s not it!!

At this point, just kill me already...Put me out of my misery!!

I’m a proud and almighty Founder! I shouldn’t have to submit in front of a Vibora!

( And Nii-san...You are much, much grander than I am... )

( You are supposed to be someone out of my reach...Aren’t you!? )

( So why!? )

Carla: Shin. What you want simply does not matter at this point.

If you value your pride as a Founder that muchーー

ー The scene shifts to the night sky

Carla: ーー Then do not make a single sound.

Shin: ...!!!

*STAB*

Shin: Uu...Uaaaaaah!!

ー The scene shifts to the bedroom

Shin: ...

( My vision...is narrow...I guess it makes sense...since I lost one eye... )

...Hehe...Ahahaha.

( Even though my eye is gone, the last thing I saw with it has been engraved in my memory... )

( That sight of Nii-san...!! )

( Why? Just why!? You...You are...!! )

...Why...!?

Monologue

There was not a single person in this world,

who could raise questions;

about Nii-san’s strength or existence.

ーー Or at least, that’s how it was supposed to be.

My whole world,

crumbled apart so very easily.

Making me wonder,

what exactly I had been chasing this whole time?

Just how little am I worth,

if despite all of this,

I know very well that I am still no match for Nii-san?

The more I think about it,

the more my eye socket begins to ache.

I swear upon this pain,

that I shall never forget about today.

About this dreadful day.

ー The flashback ends as the scene shifts to the dungeon of the Tsukinami manor

Yui: ( ...I am...inside the dungeon...? )

Shin: ...

Yui: Shin-kun...Did I...die...?

Shin: ...Idiot. We wouldn’t be able to talk like this if you were, would we? You’re alive, don’t worry.

Nii-san...seems like he suddenly decided to hold back...

Yui: ( Thank god... )

Are you...alright...? You haven’t been injured?

Shin: Who do you think I am? I’m in tip-top shape again. ...Well, I did see somewhat of a bad dream though.

Anyway, you...Why did you do that? You could have very easily died back then.

Yui: But, I mean...

I didn’t want you to get hurt.

Shin: Hah...?

You don’t want the guy who has treated you like a toy this whole time to get hurt?

Yui: Exactly...

Shin: Listen, you...You’re a really bad liar, did you know that? I almost took you serious for a second.

I would get why you’d want me to get a good beating, but instead you want to keep me safe from harm...?

Yui: I’m serious.

Shin: ...

Yui: Listen, if I’m being honest, I’m kind of surprised myself...

I won’t deny that you’ve done plenty of horrible things to me.

So I think it’s fair if you choose not to believe me...

...However.

I swear that I genuinely did not want you to suffer any more.

ーー Your pain really hit home for me after all.

Shin: Hit home, you say? I can’t say I enjoy how you’re talking as if you relate to me.

Yui: ...I’m sure I’ll never be able to fully relate. But you know...

Still, suffering from something beyond your grasp...

That feeling of being overpowered...Like you’re just a slave or something...

Being reminded of just how powerless you truly are.

Shin: Your own powerlessness, huh...?

Yui: That is incredibly painful. I know that very well.

I feel like I understand now that both humans and Founders share that feeling...

Shin: ...

Yui: ( I guess he’s done with me... )

Shin: ...Haah...

You really are a fool.

Shin: Should you really be saying that to the guy who has been overpowering you?

You’re an idiot, for real...I can’t keep up with you.

Yui: Yeahーー Achoo!

Shin: You’re not only stupid but frail on top of that. You truly are hopeless.

Like I give a damn about someone like you. Enjoy shaking and shivering back there in your little corner.

Yui: Okay...I’m sorry for stepping out of line.

Shin: ...Why do you apologize?

Any normal person would expect some gratitude in return and get upset, no? You did risk your life to safe me after all.

Yui: Y-You think so...? But it’s not like you ever asked me to.

I did it because I wanted to, that’s it. So...

Shin: Hahー... This kind of pisses me off. The way how you’re acting like some kind of Saint.

Go ahead, make you feel good about yourself like that; But I hope that you realize you won’t gain anything with it.

Yui: ...Yeah...

Shin: ...

...Ahーー God! I’m so done with that attitude of yours...I want to just kill you. Actually, I think I will just kill you already...

But...Before I do.

Come on, scoot closer.

*Rustle rustle*

On certain CGs, little black roses will appear on the screen. If you click on them, you get an extra line of dialogue.

“God...For some reason, I can’t just ignore you. Guess I have no other choice but to do this.”

“Don’t look at my face...This is just some weird ‘spur of the moment’ kind of thing...I’m not doing it for you or anything.”

Yui: Eh...!?

( Ah...He pulled me in his arms... )

U-Um...?

Shin: ...Did you know? Wolves will huddle up like this to share body warmth.

I’ll hold you like this for a bit...Before I kill you.

I mean, you’re still recovering from taking that blow so...I bet you still feel unwell?

I can imagine it’s a bit warmer and more comfortable like this?

Go and enjoy the moment before you meet your end.

Yui: ...Shin-kun...

Thank you.

Shin: Again with the ‘thank you’? Is that the only word in your dictionary? I don’t need your thanks. It means nothing after all.

Yui: Ahaha...

Shin: ...Just in case that wasn’t clear already, this makes us even, okay?

Yui: ...Yeah, thanks.

Shin: For the millionth time, I don’t need your gratitude. I don’t want it, so take those words back.

Yui: ...Okay...

( But still, thank you... )

Shin: ...God...You look totally relaxed...

...Haah...

Yui: ( How strange. I used to be absolutely terrified of being with him but...Right now...I can feel at ease... )

Shin: ...I’m really sick and tired of it...

Even though Nii-san and I...are undoubtedly blood-related brothers...

...Why are we so...?

...

Yui: Shin-kun...

( I don’t know what to say to him right now... )

( No, I’m sure that anything I’d say would just be futile. )

ー The scene shifts to the outside of the Tsukinami manor

Mertz: ...

A Founder and a human relating to each other...

...How interesting...

This is a truly fascinating outcome. Fufu...!

ー He walks away

ーー TO BE CONTINUED ーー

#diabolik lovers #dialovers #shin tsukinami #dark fate #diabolik lovers translation #dfshinmaniacepilog

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weekend-whip · 3 years

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So, what's Garmadon doing during the Legacyverse?

Well, he doesn't come into full focus until Season 2 (or if I wanna be picky, the second half of Season 1), but until then here's his general outline:

-He and Wu are born seven years apart (Garmadon was 14 when he was bit—ironically, it is the same age that Lloyd is about to turn in the current day). The venom not only soured his disposition but also did not interact well with his Oni blood, festering the worst parts of him to the surface. At the time, the only thing that really kept the evil at bay was the love of his brother, as he felt like the FSM started favoring Wu as a result of the incident, and he felt like his mother abandoned them in an absurd quest for vengeance on the Great Devourer (which, while partially true, was also an act driven by her love for Garmadon. And hey, she succeeded!...for the most part).

-He fights off the venom for well over a century and attempts to support the Third, Fourth, and Fifth Generations of the Elemental Alliance, but fed up with himself ends up heading off to train with Chen, hoping that mastering some Dark Arts will help control the 'darkness' within himself. After being made into a Lord and witnessing Chen and Clouse stirring up turmoil with the Serpentine, he abandons them to go support his brother, his returned mother, and old friends in the coming Serpentine War. (Not much changes here other than the span of time it takes).

-16 years after the end of the Serpentine War, the Fifth Generation of the Elemental Alliance has all but dissolved (especially after the incident with the Time Twins), with everyone but Wu and Garmadon heading off to start families or seek out personal passions. But another war arises: The Skeletal War, led by several War Generals seeking to gain control of the Central Province. He and Wu discover a female warrior fending her home on the battlefield, calling herself Lady Iron Dragon, but she alone isn't enough to combat the whole army and becomes severely wounded. Wu and Garmadon temporarily take her to the Monastery for their mother to heal her, and to teach her Spinjitzu, and Garmadon rapidly falls in love with her (as does Wu, upon learning of her love for archeology), but Koko fully falls for Garmadon (without any letter shenanigans, although that'll come into play in a far different way). The three of them eventually topple Samukai and get him banished to the Underworld. Ninjago City is built upon the ashes of that battlefield, and four years after that, Garmadon and Koko get married. Garm's mother also officially "retires" and sets out to help establish Ninjago City with the plans to live there.

-Eight years after Garm and Koko marry (and fourteen years before the pilot events), Lloyd is born! And...with green eyes. Immediately dreading what this means with the Legend of the Green Ninja, association with the Elemental Compass, and the result of Elemental inheritance, Garmadon and Wu argue about how they should go about raising Lloyd, which causes Koko to take Lloyd away from both of them to the newly completed Ninjago City to try and raise him as normal and as safely as possible. This is the event that causes Garmadon to fully snap, and nearly a year later, five days before Lloyd's first birthday, Garmadon attacks Wu for the Golden Weapons. Garmadon gets banished into the Underworld (he blames Wu for this, although both of them know it was the result of their own fight).

-From there, he usurps control of the Skeleton Army that he and his family defeated in the years prior, and knowing that they could betray him at any point, uses their realm-warping capabilities to send spies into Ninjago over the course of the next thirteen years, in the hopes of formulating a plan to collect the Four Golden Weapons to break himself free of his banishment. The Skeleton spies eventually round up a group of Garmadon supporters who eventually become the Shark Army, which started as people who were wrongfully cast from society for believing in the true way Ninjago was created (as, after Garmadon's banishment and Koko's departure, Wu removed all information relating to the FSM, the timeframes for when all the world-threatening events actually occurred, the Elemental Compass, and Elemental Inheritance from the world...which also included information about Garmadon, turning him into some kind of myth.)

-While this was done to preserve an image of peace and to protect Lloyd from being hunted for one reason (...or another...), Garmadon was outraged at the denial of his existence, and further sought out to conquer Ninjago City, and eventually the realm, for himself in retaliation. The Shark Army, including members Omar and his daughter Olivia, fully support his cause, as they believe Garmadon can destroy the current world built on burying the truth in favor of a better one, rather than maintaining the peace Wu created upon lies.

-From there the pilots happen (aka Way of the 21st Century Ninja events), Garmadon escapes and the Shark Army botches a premature attempt to control the city, but it does allow Garmadon the opportunity to teleport into the Realm of Madness, in order to obtain the means to wield all four weapons at once. He promises to return one day for the weapons (which he will, and does), and after the events of Born to Be, it leads into him attacking the city constantly to take out the Secret Ninja Force and stop Lloyd from reaching his True Potential (almost a la how it goes in the movie...with some tweaks).

And that's all I can speak on Garmadon for the time being! ^-^

#ninjago #the lego ninjago movie #tlnm #lord garmadon #master wu #lady iron dragon #legacyverse #the ninja legacy whip #fic tag #asks from nice people

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deidaratheartboi · 2 years

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Diablik Lovers Headcanon/ Idk lol

Basically a day in life with the Sakamaki's as you try to c o p e. But like you're a maid so yeah

It's a beautiful day outside, the birds are singing, the flowers are blooming on days like this....Ayato and Subaru are having a yelling match downstairs as you hear something break for the umteenth time.

You sigh as you get out of bed and look at your clock

5 in the damn morning. You'd have to get ready for skool anyway

You go to take a quick shower and freshen up but you find your favorite brand of shampoo and body wash is gone. You'd just have to settle for another brand you bought awhile back.

You'd have to talk to Laito later on about taking people's stuff

As you get dressed you hear a knock at your door and it was only Reiji apologizing for his brother's behavior. You tell him it's fine and you feel kinda bad for him.

He was always putting up with them and hardly got any recognition or his diligence and patience. You'd have to get or do something nice for him one of these days. Perhaps hire a babysitter while you and him relax.

He offers to escort you downstairs and you oblige. As you two make your way downstairs you can still hear Ayato and Subaru fighting like wild animals. You sigh and make your way over to them as Subaru proceeds to hit wall chan. Again. He had to stop doing that.

Reiji attempts to break them up which cause even more turmoil. You decided to put an end to this yourself. You said if they didn't behave you wouldn't make them any (insert food). That made them stop. You go into the kitchen and start to make breakfast for yourself and some for the other if they want it. By the time you were done it was about 6:30 ish and it was almost time for you to go. You didn't see any signs of Kanato, Laito or Shu until the limo was parked out front to take them to school.

You weren't really particularly close to these three but you go along just fine with them. You made sure everyone had what they needed along with Reiji. Ever since you arrived their lives were so much easier at least that's what Reiji said. And, of course you knew they were vampires since you yourself was one as well but that story is for another time.

You all pile into the limo and start the journey to school. Ayato and Subaru were talking like they weren't just fighting each other and Kanato was mumbling something. He was probably talking to Teddy. Usually it was either quiet or choatic when you all rode to school together. Laito seemed lost in thought and Shu was lost in his music so everything was pretty much as it should be.

When you all arrived at school the driver got out of the car and opened the door for you all before driving away. You adjusted your clothes and walked towards the building with the boys. All eyes were on you but now you were used to it. Many people wonderd what you were to the Sakamaki's. A friend? One of their girlfriends? Or someone who just lived with them.

The answer is you were simply their new maid Karlheinz had hired to take care of the boys and make sure they were getting the things they needed. You took the job eagerly despite being warned of their distinctive personalities. You loved a challenge. And, the job was much easier with someone like Reiji helpig out a bit. Anyways, you all went in seprate directions as class started.

As the day passed by quickly you didn't hear too much was happening with the brothers. No one was arguing or throwing food at each other at lunch time. So it was good so far. Until school had ended that is. As you waited by the entrance to the school outside you heard shouting coming from the inside. You quickly leave to see what was happening and surely enough Ayato is picking a fight with a Mukamki. You also had been warned about them but you hardly ever saw one. It wasn't too hard to tell who he was though.

You walk up to them and give Ayato a questioning look before asking what was going on. Apparently Kou, that was his name insulted Ayato's intelligence as he put it. You simpky told Ayato to ignore him and he scoffed. He said he wouldn't have anyone insulting him, especially Kou. You sigh and grab Ayato's arm but he won't budge. You ask him to come with you but, he ignores you. You could never understand him sometimes and you didn't think you ever would. You keep asking him to stop and just leave it alone. By then a crowd was surrounding all three of you and the chances of you escaping looked thin. You voice was drowned out by the crowd yelling at them to fight.

You thought this would never end until Reiji intervened and dragged Ayato and you out of the school leaving a smirking Kou waving to them goodbye. He chewed Ayato out and then you but, you didn't know what you did wrong.

He said you could have gotten hurt blah blah blah and you roll your eyes. As if. Laito thinks this entire thing is funny and Ayato starts to get cross with him and now they're arguing.

Eventually the limo pulls up to take all of you home from a very long day at school. The ride home is quiet and you're in a very sour mood. Subaru asks you what's wrong and you snap at him telling him to mind his own business. Quite frankly everyone is shocked but they don't say anything. You quicky get out of the car as soon as it stops and walk right into the kitchen to prepare a meal. Cooking was a nice distraction for you when you didn't want to think about anything.

You feel someone tap on your shoulder and sure enough it's Subaru. He looks concerned and once again he asks you what's wrong. And, you spill your heart out. You tell them you didn't like it when they fought especially each other and it bothered you a lot. And, they should know when to just walk away from people rather then continuing to argue.

And, out of nowhere Ayato laughs. "Why didn't you just say so?" You glare at him but say nothing. He stops laughing and stand beside Subaru. He says they'll stop fighting ot try to not fight as much. You nod and smile before continuing to make the food. Subaru and Ayato even have a normal conversation for once. And, at dinner all of the brothers are there. Even Shu. It was a good night.

Subaru and Ayato would still fight just not around you. Ik this is long but I couldn't halp myself lol

#diabolik lovers headcanon #reiji sakamaki #shu sakamaki headcanon #laito sakamaki #diabolik lovers kanato #subaru sakamaki #ayato sakamaki

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amistytown · 3 years

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Power Over Me (Leviathan x GN!MC)

Leviathan x GN!MC as Lord of Shadow and Henry; MC is referred to as Henry but remains gender-neutral. I enjoy the TSL lore in Obey Me and wanted to write a bit for it. I initially had an alternate ending in mind, but I decided to save it for another idea I might write at some point. Tried to keep Levi in character while giving him and the story a slightly different feel since it takes place in a fantasy world. Also listened to Power Over Me by Dermot Kennedy on repeat while I wrote this so chose to title it accordingly. Hopefully, it turned out all right. Trigger warning for mentions of blood and self-deprecating thoughts. Mostly some angst with fluff. As always, sorry for the typos that I may have missed, and thank you to everyone who takes the time to read. I appreciate it!

Lightning illuminates the throne room, the Lord of Shadow watching the rain batter the windows, gaze sullen. A storm rages outside, mirroring the flood of emotion bursting forth to drown him in misery. Though he can only hold himself accountable, allowing his envy to fester and take possession of his heart in a moment of weakness. He regrets the letters he frantically wrote in his jealously, the heated words exchanged between you, and your pain forever engrained into the parchment, the ink smudged by your tears, which now lay in pieces at his feet. He considered to make the journey to you, begging for your forgiveness, but he knows he’s undeserving. Instead, he mourns the loss of your friendship, the loneliness left in its wake burning him from the inside out as he cries into his hands, his tortured sobs lost to the thunder roaring above.

The doors swing open, light spilling in from the hall. He recoils at the intrusion, anger welling and threatening to spill over, his patience worn thin. A growl dies in his throat, eyes widening at the vision before him, so beautiful and precious his entire being aches with longing. Slowly, he takes in the sight of you, engraving every detail into his memory. Your windswept hair and the raindrops trickling down your face, clinging to your lashes and following the curve of your lips as you smile sweetly at him, staggering into his arms.

“Henry,” he whispers into the nape of your neck, daring to embrace you and revel in the feel of your body against his; your skin cool and soft, and your scent rich, intoxicating him. He’s certain he’s not worthy of your compassion, yet he can’t bear to turn you away, selfishly clinging to you and delighting in the fact you lean into him, your arms winding around his waist to pull him closer. My Henry, he thinks, tightening his grip, afraid he’ll lose you again if he’s not careful. “I’m sorry. I’m so so—”

You grow limp, legs buckling under your weight.

Fear engulfs him, heart lurching as he supports you, catching your hand in his. “Henry?” he whimpers, noticing how your chest heaves with each breath, and the way your brows knit in discomfort, a low groan slipping past clenched teeth. “Henry! What’s wrong? Tell me, please.”

“I ran into a bit of trouble on the way here,” you manage, laughing pitifully. “I didn’t realize . . .” Your fingers fumble to unclasp your cloak, and he swallows thickly at way lay beneath. Blood soaks your blouse—a sickening shade of red—the fabric sticking to your back.

“You didn’t realize?” he cries, incredulous. “Henry—”

“I just wanted to see you.” Your voice wavers, head lolling to the side. He calls to you, shaking you by the shoulders, desperate to keep you beside him. However, your eyes close, grief overtaking him when they don’t reopen.

“You’ll be okay,” he reassures, robes billowing around his ankles as he rushes down the corridor, gently cradling you to him. Guilt plagues him, reminding him how pathetic he is, especially for hurting you and putting your life at risk; how could he act so recklessly. You’re the light to his darkness, breathing life into his world, and he can’t accept losing you—his happiness—your love dispelling the shadows that once consumed him. He never knew a truer friend, and he’s positive there’s no one else who could play such an important role—you’re irreplaceable. There’s plenty of time to atone for his sins, tonight he needs to make sure you live to see the morning.

“I’ll take care of you, Henry. I promise.”

Time comes to an agonizing standstill.

The Lord of Shadow remains at your side, hoping and praying you don’t succumb to your wounds. He watches you closely, frequently checking your pulse and finding comfort in the steady beat of your heart while you sleep, looking deceivingly peaceful in his bed. His focus is on you, never straying from his true friend’s wellbeing despite his inner turmoil, which threatens to tear him apart at the seams. You keep him together, and again he’s at your mercy, owing you his life for all you’ve given him—his hero—his Henry. He hurt you, but you came to him and offered him forgiveness, willing to sacrifice yourself to save your friendship. How can you care about him with such ferocity, a brooding reclusive lord who’s unworthy of his title? No matter the days spent apart, you return to him, accepting him into your life without hesitance, and he can’t help welcoming you back with open arms.

“I’m so sorry,” he mutters. “I’m terrible. A worthless—”

“You’re not.”

For an excruciating second, he wonders if he imagined the glorious sound of your voice, and an anguished sob escapes him, tears clouding his vision. You stare up at him, eyes heavy with sleep, and a lazy smile on your lips. He’s dreaming, he reasons, shaking his head in disbelief. Then your hand is in his, familiar and warm; he shivers at your touch.

Gasping, he pulls away. “Y-you . . .”

“Forgive me,” you say, so understanding—so sweet—your kindness unfathomable. “I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable.”

“N-no,” he stammers, head spinning. “I’m sorry.” Tentatively, he reaches for your hand, fingers quivering as he entwines them with yours. “I’m sorry.” His tears come faster and harder, shamefully hot on his cheeks. He’s unable to articulate how sorry he is or how his very soul painfully throbs at the thought of hurting you—losing you—wishing he could turn back the clock. “For everything.”

You give his hand a reassuring squeeze. “It’s okay,” you soothe. “I’m sorry, too.” Sitting upright, the blanket bunches at your waist, and he can see where the bandages peek out from beneath your shirt, the skin bruised, making him wince. “Thank you for taking care of me.”

“I’m the reason you’re hurt,” he chokes out, averting his gaze. “It’s the least I can do.”

“It’s not your fault.”

You’re wrong, he wants to say; however, he refrains.

“I don’t blame you,” you continue. “Look at me, please?”

He shouldn’t. Surely, he looks foolish, a mere hostage to his emotions. Nevertheless, he spares you a glance, wondering why you regard him so kindly—lovingly even—causing his heart to flutter.

“It’s not your fault.”

Not his fault? His mind tells him differently; it’s a sea of dread and uncertainty that washes over him in waves, dragging him under. The sincerity of your words is difficult to ignore, and, in that instance, he decides to trust you, finally breaking the surface. “Henry,” he murmurs, hugging you to him, arms wrapping around you protectively as if to shield you from the world. His tears wet your hair, body trembling, and you hold him, letting him come undone in your embrace.

“I wanted to see you,” you say, setting him alight. “I couldn’t bear the thought of you suffering on your own.”

“Henry—”

“I know you’re struggling. It’s okay. I’m here.” You rub his back, resting your head on his chest. “I’ll always come when you call.”

“You’re the truest of friends, Henry. I fear I’m not worthy . . .”

“Of course, you are. I’ve never known a truer friend than you, my lord.”

“I can’t help worrying someone will steal you away. It’s selfish of me, I know. Though I feel so inferior in comparison. Sometimes I think you’re better off without me.” When he learned you met with the Lord of Corruption, his insecurities grew, fanning the flames of his envy. Why choose him over his brother? The Lord of Corruption could provide you with more than he can give. The rest of his brothers, too; they could care for you—protect you—unlike him. You’re here with him though, leaving his brother behind at a moment’s notice, and you did come when he called, eager to please. He wants to return the sentiment. “I can’t articulate how important you are to me. I . . . you’re so special, Henry.”

“No. No one compares to you.” Your praise captivates him. “All I ask is for you to trust me. Talk to me so I can help you. I accept you, all of you, and that’s not going to change. I love you as you are.”

“Love me?” he breathes.

“Yes, I love you.”

A simple but genuine vow of love. He stills, terrified he’ll faint in your arms as he hides his face, heart racing. The cynical part of him says it’s too good to be true, but he knows better—he knows you. He’s envisioned this moment, and it’s far sweeter than his fantasies, your love a beautiful feeling that sweeps him off his feet.

“Have you slept?”

He sighs, mouth unbearably dry. “No.”

“Come to bed. You should rest.”

“Henry! W-with you?”

“You say that as if it’s the first time we’ve shared a bed,” you tease.

“You’ll be the death of me.” Although he complains, the bed dips beneath his weight as he settles beside you, reaching for your hand. “Is this, okay?”

“It is.” Shifting onto your side, your hand tightens around his, a flicker of pain twisting your features.

He tenses, frowning. “Are you okay?”

“I’m all right. Better, thanks to you.”

He can see the exhaustion in your eyes, the dark circles beneath them, and the stiffness of your movements, betraying the smile you wear for him.

“Who hurt you?” he asks.

“No one you need to worry about. Not now.”

Unsurprising. You’re his Henry, besting him and his brothers on multiple occasions; anyone who chose to challenge you is a fool. Yet, your blood flowing freely, covering his hands—the ungodly stench—stayed with him. He clearly recalls your lifeless body, and how the color drained from your face, the heaviness of his heart breaking when he believed he lost you twice in one day. You looked so fragile then and do now, trusting him at your most vulnerable. Hatred for the one who dared to harm you runs deep and for himself for not protecting the one he loves.

“I thought I lost you,” he admits, inhaling sharply. “I-I . . .”

“You didn’t. You won’t.” You catch his tears as they fall. “I’m here, and I’m not going anywhere.”

“I love you, too.” His declaration is quick and clumsy but true; he’s loved you for so long.

Caging you in his arms, he hovers over you, peering down at you shyly. His body shakes with every beat of his heart, ears ringing, but he admires you, gaze affectionate and a light blush dusting your cheeks. He’s scared. He’s scared of losing you most of all, trying to muster half the courage he knows you possess. “I love you, Henry,” he says softly, clutching your hand, his lifeline. Closing the distance between you, he catches your lips in a tender kiss, the magnificence of it sending a rush of blood to his head. He forgets how to breathe, dizzy on the taste of your love, and collapses next to you, questioning if he died and ascended to the heavens. With you by his side the future is much brighter, and, for once, he looks forward to what it brings.

#obey me #obey me shall we date #obey me leviathan #obey me mc #obey me reader #leviathan x mc #leviathan x reader #my writing

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shadowsinger11 · 4 years

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John Wayne

Pairing: Fred Weasley x Reader

Summary: Christmas lights and stunning dresses are enough to spark a desire for a winter romance. But could you have possibly gotten the wrong idea?

Word Count: 2.5k

Genre: fluff, angst

A/N: I might've listened too much to Cigarettes After Sex while writing and this is totally not a song inspired fic, born purely as a result of my procrastination with other projects

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You were staring at the crowded dance floor.

Beautiful ladies were being spun around by their partners, gorgeous gowns twirling and swooshing with their every elegant move. Everything was perfect about them; from their smile which lit up the Great hall more than the sparkling white Christmas trees, to the way their wrist gracefully twisted around their lover's neck, eyes piercing into theirs. The music was playing, slow and melancholic, exactly as it had been playing for the last few hours, luring lovers and encouraging them to bare their souls in front of each other.

And so they danced, connected by fearful desire, united by hope and bonded by love.

It was a kind of magic no one could truly understand, mysterious and private as though you weren't meant to witness it that night. So when among the sea of couples lips met in a silent oath, your heart began to ache, pleading you to leave.

It should have been you. It should have been you the receiver of those loving glances, of those kisses which made your head dizzy and caused your knees to buckle, but it would've been no problem as you would've had the arms of your lover to keep you secure. Then, as you'd dare to look up through your lashes, gorgeous eyes would be already on you, their obscure flame consoling you and pulling you in. And you'd simply fall, letting the warm, velvety darkness envelope you.

You flinched from the slight chill, rethinking your choice of a sleeveless dress. The enthusiasm with which you had picked it months ago now seemed utterly ridiculous and foolish as you were sitting a good distance away from where you believed you'd have been dancing your heart out. But, as you took one last look at your surroundings, only to spot your lovestruck friends indulging in the presence of their partners, the comfort of your pajamas seemed far more tempting than the unreasonably expensive piece of fabric which didn't even matter to you anymore.

It was pitifully funny how things could change in the blink of an eye, in a single breath; how fast you had gone from blooming with excitement to wondering how you were foolish enough to contribute to your own heartbreak.

"How come I'm just finding out about this?" Fred exclaimed, chasing after you down the stairs of the Astronomy tower. "I bet I wouldn't have known if it wasn't for those Ravenclaws chatting back in class."

"You were gonna know eventually, what's the deal?"

"My point is, why didn't you tell me and I had to hear from someone else?"

A group Hufflepuffs gave you questioning looks as you practically ran past them, nearly tripping over your own feet in the process, "You're making a fuss about nothing, stop acting entitled to every piece of information in my life!"

"McLaggen? That git?" Fred yelled in frustration and disbelief; he didn't at all acknowledge the small crowd which had gathered to observe the scene, nor did he care in the first place. He stopped in his tracks, gripping the wooden railing tight, knuckles turning white and jaw tense. "You cannot be serious."

Shocked faces now turned to you, and you desperately wished you could use reducio on yourself. Instead, opposite to what your consciousness was screaming at you, you dug your feet into the floor and shot Fred a stern look over your shoulder, "We're not discussing this right now. Besides, what's in it for you anyway? You're going with Angelina."

Had you kept walking, you would have missed the way Fred's chest was heaving with shallow, rapid breaths, and his face was more maroon than you had ever seen. And you? You couldn't quite breathe yourself.

A week ago your untamed happiness brightened every room and hallway; classes seemed to fly by, exams were over and the Yule ball was right around the corner. Your heart was ringing with joy as you were so looking forward to forgetting your troubles for just one night.

In the midst of shining Christmas decorations and beautiful dresses a dreamy, yet pretty bold idea had begun to form in your head, an idea which Ginny and Hermione encouraged with their support and affirmations. Deep down you had started to believe Fred Weasley took an interest in you, harboured feelings for you even, and your ever-present goofy banter which contained far more flirting than what would be acceptable between two best friends, only fed your imagination and raised your hopes up.

You were aware you were the only one on the receiving end of Fred's teasing jokes, cheesy pickup lines and lingering stares which had you staying up an extra hour in your bed at night. Even his siblings shared the same opinion - there was no way on Godric's sword that a person who clearly wanted to be around you as often as possible and got his hands on you every chance he could, wouldn't be at least a little bit interested in you.

That's why you nearly broke down when exactly a week ago in the hallway Ron casually mentioned his older brother had just asked out Angelina.

The ground was pulled beneath your feet, vanishing along with your oblivious hopes. The news stung sharply, leaving a sour taste in your mouth; never had you believed you’d spend the few days before the ball stitching up your heart, and you were willing to do just about anything to forget about your humiliation. So when McLaggen invited you with an obnoxiously flirty note in Charms class, you didn’t hesitate much.

You could feel a wave of tears burning your eyes as you looked up to where Fred was standing. His face and ears were still as red as they could get, and his chest was vibrating with every shaky breath he took. Fury had disappeared from his eyes long ago, replaced with concern, regret and hurt which you couldn't quite place.

He climbed down the few remaining stairs.

"He's obnoxious! And beyond what's good for you!" Fred stated, though his voice now lacked power and slightly trembled, loud enough just for you to hear. "You're setting yourself up for a pretty bad night."

You swallowed down the dry lump in your throat and finally turned around to fully face him, looking him up and down.

"Seems like I have a terrible taste in men then."

A second glass of firewhiskey did nothing to burn down the growing turmoil in your stomach. You tapped the edge of the empty glass with your fingers and smiled at your friends who were visibly exhausted from dancing to upbeat songs for quite awhile now, but enjoying their time far too much to take a break. You admired their spirit - just because you weren't feeling your best, it didn't mean your friends didn't have the right to have fun.

However, the inevitable sense of regret lingered in your bones, and you found it hard to not focus on how the ball had gone wrong for you, in more ways than you had originally thought.

Even without Fred as your date, there was still a chance you'd have a good time. McLaggen could undoubtedly make it awkward to be around, and with the fact that your heart had recently been sliced open, you weren't sure how much of his ridiculous antics you could take. But at least he was trying; if you put aside his overbearing ego, you could see genuine effort into creating something romantic for both of you. It was going to be okay. Not necessarily what you desired, but somehow okay.

And that last bit of hope vanished the second you caught your former date snogging your crush's date in an empty classroom merely an hour ago.

You didn't know whether to cry or laugh at the universe's bitter joke, but the tears on your face as you ran down the hallway in your beautiful dress were eloquent.

A bitter, bitter joke.

You couldn't take it anymore. The charming smiles, sultry glances and stolen kisses you had been observing for the past hour were too much. And when another slow song made an appearance, you rose to your feet and headed towards the tall doors of the exit. Perhaps sleep would be a decent ending to your horrendous night.

You had barely made it out of the Great hall when loud footsteps echoed on your right.

"Bloody hell, I've been looking for you!" Fred said through heavy breaths, having run all the way to you as it seemed. His ginger hair had escaped its slicked look long ago, now too messy to fix despite his numerous attempts to smooth it back. His suit was no better, slightly wrinkled and shirt open to the third button.

"Why have you?" you asked and folded your arms, feeling a bit chilly in the hallway.

"McLaggen. About him," Fred sighed and rubbed the bridge of his nose. "I'm sorry for having to say it, but I just saw him-"

"I know."

Fred frowned in confusion.

"You do?"

It was your turn to let out an exasperated sigh as you looked down at your feet, "Yes. A while ago."

Fred's features softened.

"I'm sorry."

You barely found it in you to respond with a weak smile, "It's alright. I guess I was right. I do have a terrible taste in men." Then you gave Fred a sympathetic look, "I'm sorry for Angelina too, it's horrible she did this to you."

Your friend allowed the ghost of a smirk to appear on his lips and he shoved hands into his pockets, "I'm not really affected by it in all honesty," he shrugged. "I'm rather angry about the fact that the prat thought he could pull off something like this and get away with it."

Fred's heart ached at the sight of your slumped figure and glossy eyes; he hated himself for having contributed to the failure of the event you were expecting with so much hope. He tilted his head to the side, attempting to meet your gaze.

"I'd gladly prank the crap outta the git until he doesn't even dare to show up to classes… But for now is there a way for me to make your night any less terrible, love?"

You couldn't help but giggle at the thought of McLaggen skipping classes out of sheer fear of Fred. But then your thoughts wandered to the way Angelina was practically straddling his lap, and you wondered if Fred had been doing the same all this time unbeknownst to you; if right after a flirty joke sent your way he'd go to an empty classroom and kiss Angelina with the passion you had just witnessed.

The image of Angelina's lips on Fred's caused you to become nauseous and you attempted to swallow down that lump again.

"No," you replied. "But please, tell me one thing. What was that entire tantrum for?"

Fred didn't really seem taken aback by your question, realizing you'd eventually bring it up. He furrowed a brow, carefully thinking of an answer, and wettened his lips.

“Perhaps it would be inappropriate of me to say it- selfish even, but the mere thought of you being in the embrace of someone, especially with that someone being a foul git, caused me to get unreasonably angry.” Guilt was seeping into his every word and he bitterly chuckled to himself. “Ironic, isn’t it? Attempting to spare you heartbreak by being the reason for it.”

He gently took your hand and looked into your eyes, remorse swimming in his own, "I had no right to treat you the way I did. I'm terribly sorry for being controlling and you absolutely do not have to forgive me. Just know that I truly regret my actions; I never intended to hurt you."

His words were a feather-light caress to your wounded heart and you shuddered. You couldn't stay mad at him. Reciprocated feelings or not, he was still your best friend and you wouldn't let that go.

"Apology accepted," you gave his hand a light squeeze and Fred beamed, the entire hallway lighting up with him. Dread released your chest of its merciless grasp and you could finally breathe. However, one question never ceased to haunt you. "But I just need to know…” you began, absentmindedly playing with his fingers, “...why were you so upset to begin with?"

Fred's shoulders immediately stiffened and he averted his gaze from you in an attempt to come up with a reasonable reply. His jaw was clenched, and his adam's apple bobbed as he swallowed hard. "I didn't want you to go with him." He stated simply. "Not when you could've easily gone with me instead."

You froze.

"What do you mean?” you asked timidly, shifting your weight from foot to foot. “What about Angelina?"

Fred only shook his head, fighting back a grin.

"Darling, Angelina was never the catch."

The air was knocked out of your lungs.

You could only stare at Fred wide-eyed, and though his expression was unreadable, maroon had begun to crawl its way up to his ears and cheeks again.

"I'm sorry for putting you through all this," Fred spoke softly as he pressed a kiss to your knuckles, a kiss that awakened the butterflies within you. "I was really too much of a wuss to confess to you and settled for this instead."

"I guess that makes us two," you smiled sincerely, perhaps for the first time that night. Fred returned your smile with a grin, and asked.

"How can I make up to you for this oh-so-awful mess?"

"Dance with me," you said without skipping a beat. "That's what you owe me at least. Let's finally do what we both wanted."

Fred's expression became serious as he intertwined his fingers with yours, and led you into the direction of the Great hall, from which music could still faintly be heard.

"With the greatest of pleasure, my love."

Most people had already gone to bed, leaving just a few couples and you to drench in enchanted serenity. Fred's arms around you felt like home as you both swayed to the soft rhythm of the song, one of the many to follow, but his racing heartbeat under your palm caused your own pulse to speed up as well.

You looked up at your lover through your lashes, gorgeous eyes already on you, their obscure flame consoling you and pulling you in. There was an odd, enigmatic allure that Fred possessed, and even after years of knowing this man, it only caused you to fall further into the velvety hell you didn't wish to escape from.

And when his lips collided with yours, they tasted sweeter than the forbidden fruit.

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beifongsss · 4 years

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doubts [zuko]

Pairing: (Fire Lord) Zuko x reader (i’m such a simp for Fire Lord Zuko)

Requested?: Yes! By a marvelous anon!: “hi! so i was thinking either a zuko x reader or sokka x reader please, where it's the night of your wedding and you're not ready and then he gets mad but fluff at the end :) if you can't do it i totally understand, thank you !!”

Summary: It’s a day before your wedding and you find yourself in Katara’s room, worried about your duties as the Fire Lord’s spouse. I tried to keep it gender neutral!

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You had met Zuko way before Aang had defeated Ozai, back when he was still the banished prince. The start of your relationship was rough, especially when you remembered how the two of you had constantly been at each other’s throats when he finally joined Team Avatar.

Eventually, the scathing remarks and backhanded compliments faded away to teasing comments and shy smiles as the two of you shared many sleepless nights under the stars. It was during these nights that the two of you opened up to each other, Zuko finally revealing information about his childhood and how he got his scar and you telling him all about your own upbringing and how you ended up traveling with the Gaang. You had ended up sleeping in each others’ arms that night, Momo snuggling in between the two of you.

That night changed your whole dynamic and after Ozai’s defeat, Aang forced the two of you to confess your feelings for each other. Your relationship bloomed quickly, the events you had been through only making your connection that much stronger. It wasn’t a relationship built only on attraction; it was one built on mutual trust and respect, and the confidence of knowing that you were there for each other no matter what.

That was what had led to Zuko proposing marriage at a young age.

When the words came out of his mouth, you had been shocked. To be honest, you had always thought that you’d be the first to bring up the idea of marriage. You had also expected to talk about it once the two of you were older and Zuko had gotten used to his duties as the Fire Lord, not when the two of you were on the edge of seventeen. Despite your surprise, you had agreed after making him promise to wait until the two of you were eighteen.

He had agreed, stating that he was certain that you were it for him.

Now, two years later, you found yourself smiling as the Gaang arrived at the palace. They were there for your wedding, which would be taking place in two days. Zuko had kept his promise and now that the two of you were eighteen, he didn’t want to waste any more time without you at his side.

The first day the Gaang was there was spent catching up with each other. Zuko had even managed to get the day off by asking Iroh to attend some meetings in his place. You had taken them to the city, giving them a proper tour now that they weren’t wanted criminals.

The Gaang spent most of the day silently fawning over the way the two of you treated each other, Zuko buying you snacks that he knew you liked and smiling when you kissed his cheek in thanks and you making sure that he was comfortable being surrounded by so many people. You truly were the perfect couple. Your action-packed day came to an end with a picnic in the royal gardens, lounging around as Aang played with the turtle ducks.

The next day was the day before your wedding, and you didn’t get the chance to see Zuko all day. You spent the day in the library with Sokka, who claimed that he wanted to learn more about the history of the Fire Nation. It felt nice to have a calm day, especially knowing that after tomorrow you would be married to the Fire Lord. Your stomach flipped uncomfortably at your thoughts and you swallowed nervously as Sokka turned to you.

“So?” he asked, a book in his hand as he stared at you. “How does it feel knowing that after tomorrow you’re no longer single?”

“I’m not single now,” you replied blandly. “I’m dating Zuko.”

“Yeah, yeah,” Sokka said, waving off your words. “But after tomorrow you’re like, bound to him. How does it feel, knowing that you’re going to help him run the Fire Nation?”

You visibly paled at Sokka’s words, causing him to put the book down immediately and approach you.

“(Y/N/N)? Are you good?” he asked, gently grasping your shoulder. You didn’t look at him as you nodded.

“I-I’m great Sokka,” you replied quietly, shooting out of your chair and heading for the door. “I just remembered I promised Katara I’d visit her.”

Sokka’s worried gaze followed you as you darted out of the room. He stood there for a moment before shrugging and sitting back down.

“Wow, those pre-wedding jitters must be pretty intense.”

Katara gasped and whirled around as you burst into her room. She was about to scold you when she noticed the panicked look on your face and the tears welling up in your eyes.

“(Y/N)? What happened?” Katara asked, rushing to you and wrapping you up in her arms. She tried to kick the door closed as she led you over to her bed but failed, leaving the door open an inch. You didn’t say anything as she sat you down, your face contorted in a grimace as you thought about Sokka’s words.

“Sokka said something and it made me panic,” you finally breathed out, turning to look at Katara. She snorted.

“Don’t listen to anything my idiot brother says.”

“No, he asked me if I was ready to help Zuko rule the Fire Nation,” you clarified, nervously fidgeting with your fingers. “And I’m not. I’m not ready Katara.”

Katara rubbed your arm as she looked at you understandingly. “It’s a little overwhelming, isn’t it?”

“That’s an understatement,” you mumbled. “I love Zuko, so much. But I’m not the right person to rule by his side. It should be Mai or someone else who knows the proper etiquette and laws of the Fire Nation.”

“You can always learn (Y/N/N),” Katara said softly. “Zuko wants you by his side. We’ve all seen the way you act around each other; he wants you by his side because he trusts you to help him out whenever he needs you to. And you’re gonna do a great job!”

You sighed before replying. “I’m just so nervous Katara. I’m not good enough to marry royalty. I feel so inadequate here, and I don’t know how to change that! How am I expected to help the Fire Lord when I can barely help you cook?!”

Katara chuckled at your words before falling silent. She didn’t know what to say.

Elsewhere in the palace, Zuko was getting out of his last meeting for the day. He walked off in the direction of your bedroom, determined to surprise you with a romantic dinner before your big day. When he didn’t find you, he checked the library, knowing that it was one of your favorite rooms in the palace. The only thing he found was a reading Sokka, who only mumbled that you had gone to visit Katara before he focused on his book once more.

Sighing, Zuko made his way towards Katara’s room, pausing slightly when he noticed that the door was open. He was about to knock when he was halted by the sound of your voice.

“Katara, maybe this marriage isn’t the best idea.”

Zuko felt his heart drop at your words, his throat closing up slightly as he registered your words. Before jumping to any conclusions, he waited a bit, wanting to hear Katara’s response

“(Y/N)? What do you mean?” Katara replied. “Zuko loves you, he’s been waiting for this day for literal years.”

“I know,” came your reply. “But I can’t go through with it. Especially not when I’m having all these doubts.”

“Ok, wait,” Katara spoke again. “Let’s think this through first.”

“Let’s not,” Zuko said, finally stepping into the room. The two of you stared up at him, Katara’s mouth dropping open in surprise as your eyes widened in shock. “If you didn’t want to marry me, you should’ve just said so.”

Katara stood up immediately, her cheeks blushing with embarrassment after Zuko’s sudden appearance. She awkwardly bowed to the boy before heading to the door. “I’ll uh, I’ll let you two sort this out.”

“That was weird,” you spoke first, breaking the silence. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen her bow to you before.”

A smile twitched at Zuko’s lips before he remembered your earlier words. You glanced up at him, flinching slightly at the hard expression on his face. “Zuko, I-”

“We don’t have to get married (Y/N),” he spoke bluntly, no emotion present in his voice. “You could’ve just told me and I would’ve called it off. In fact, let me go do that right now.”

“Zuko, no,” you replied, standing up. “I’m sorry I didn’t tell you, I just didn’t want you to-”

“You didn’t want me to what, (Y/N)?” Zuko snapped, causing you to flinch and take a step backwards. He was angry, that much you could tell. “You didn’t want me to find out that you had no intention of staying in my life, that you had doubts about being with me? What have these past few years meant to you? Because if you were planning on leaving me at the altar you could’ve just told me you didn’t love me anymore.”

“W-What?” you asked, gasping lightly at his words. That’s why he was angry; he thought you wanted to call off the wedding because you didn’t love him anymore. You stepped closer to him. “Zuko.”

He pulled away from you, trying not to look at you as tears pricked at his eyes. His thoughts ran wild as he tried to pinpoint the moment you had lost feelings for him. He knew it was his fault, he didn’t spend enough time with you or buy you any sparkling jewels or-

“I’m so in love with you, Zuko,” you whispered, interrupting his inner turmoil. You sidled up next to him, reaching out to gently brush away the tears that had escaped his eyes and were now trailing down his face. He turned away from you and scoffed, a harsh expression still on his face.

“No you aren’t.”

You felt your heart leap into your throat as you took him in. You held your breath as you turned his head back towards before pressing your lips against his. Zuko’s hands went to your waist instinctively and you could taste the tears he had shed as his lips molded against yours perfectly. You tried your best to pour as much love as you could into the kiss. He pulled away from you first, tears still falling as he looked at you in disbelief.

“My doubts weren’t about my love for you Zuko,” you spoke quietly, your eyes never leaving his. “I have never doubted my love for you. In my heart I have always known that you’re the one for me, as cheesy as that sounds.”

Zuko swallowed as he searched your eyes, finding nothing but the truth. “Then w-why-”

“I was having doubts about myself,” you whispered, cutting him off. “I love you so much that it hurts, but I’m not good enough to rule by your side. You deserve someone better; someone who knows how to deal with Fire Nation issues and help you make the best decisions that will benefit your nation. That’s not me. I barely even know who the Fire Lord before Sozin was!”

“You’re more than enough,” Zuko replied, his voice rough as he reached out to hold you. “You’re all that I have ever needed or wanted and you’re gonna do an amazing job by my side.”

“How can you be so sure?” you asked softly, melting into his touch.

“You can always learn about your duties as the Fire Lord’s spouse,” he replied, causing your mouth to twitch up as you remembered Katara’s earlier words. She had said the same thing. “You’re a quick learner. Besides, I’ll be with you every step of the way.”

You sighed softly as you leaned against him, his anger and insecurities fading as he held you tightly.

“If it makes you more comfortable, we can always postpone the wedding,” Zuko mumbled. You hummed lightly as you snuggled up against his chest.

“No, you’re right,” you replied quickly. “I’m gonna have to learn about my duties anyways, there’s no reason for the wedding to be postponed.”

The room went silent for a while.

“Did you really think that I would leave you?” you whispered, your heart sinking as you realized how upset Zuko was when he thought he would lose you.

The Fire Lord cleared his throat before speaking. “I uh, I- yes.”

You looked up to see him hanging his head in shame.

“I’m sorry,” he whispered. “I just, I could understand why someone like you could stop loving someone like me. You’re too good for me.”

“That’s ridiculous,” you replied, looking at him in disbelief. “Zuko, if anything I’m not good enough for you! I love you so so much. You’ve shown me what it’s like to love and be loved and you’ve always respected me, which is all I could ever ask for. You mean the world to me and I never want you to forget that.”

Zuko stared at you for a minute before leaning down and pressing a kiss to your lips. You responded eagerly, tangling your hands in his hair and causing the royal headpiece to topple to the ground. He backed you up against the desk in the room, breaking the kiss to look down at you.

“I love you too,” he said breathlessly. “More than you will ever know.”

“I can’t wait to marry you,” you mumbled as he pressed his lips back to yours. He smiled into the kiss, only responding by pulling you closer to him.

“So, I’m guessing the wedding is still on?”

The two of you broke apart to see Katara leaning against the doorframe, a smug smile on her face. Your face turned bright red as Zuko’s head dropped onto your shoulder in embarrassment, only managing a small nod. Zuko nodded along with you as he straightened up, intertwining his hand with yours as he began to lead you out of the room.

“Yeah, it is,” he said as he passed Katara, knowing that she was about to go tell all their friends about what she had witnessed. He could deal with the teasing just this once. After all, how could he be angry when he was about to marry the love of his life.

The two of you were halfway down the hall when Katara poked her head out of her room, holding out the royal headpiece in her hand.

“Hey! Aren’t you two forgetting something?”

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nothingbutimagines · 4 years

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The Set Up (Tom Holland)

Pairing: Tom Holland x Reader

Warning: Cursing, mentions of drug use, sibling bickering, a bit of angst

Summary: When Y/n comes back home for the holiday season to visit family after another long semester at Uni, her family takes it upon themselves to invite her old crush, Tom, to Christmas dinner in the hopes of setting the two up together.

Author: Dizzy

A/N: Oh geez, Christmas is approaching very quickly! Hope you all have been able to get all your Christmas shopping done (I know I haven’t)! Tomorrow is going to be a cute little Harrison Osterfield fic, so keep your eyes peeled, and today is Tom Holland as well as a few other fics I hadn’t gotten the chance to put together until today since I fell ill for a few days.

Masterlist Request Any Of These Peter Parker/Tom Holland Masterlist

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“Y/n, what are you wearing?” Your mother asked, causing you to turn away from the plate of cookies you were eating off of.

“Uh, a hoodie and jeans?” You muttered, your statement sounding more like a question as you paused, mid bite.

“Are you really wearing that to dinner tonight? We’re going to the steakhouse.”

“I mean,” You swallowed, “I have a sweater on underneath.”

“What happened to that cute little dress I left for you on your bed?”

“Mom, no one else is wearing a dress. Why would I?” You asked, brushing your hands off before sighing. “Lucy and Charlie are wearing sweaters and jeans too.”

“Your sisters are younger, they’re hard to get into dresses.”

“They’re 16 and 18. Not that young.” You argued. “I’m not wearing a dress. It’s just dinner with the family. You, me, Dad, Lucy, Charlie, and David. And you have all seen me at my ugliest.”

“Well, what if you run into someone you’re interested in?” Your mother asked, following you closely as you walked out of the kitchen and into the hallway.

“Like who? Tom?” You scoffed. “Mom, I know you love Tom, but I don’t. And I know you want me to get a boyfriend, but this is getting ridiculous. Last Christmas you set me up on a date with Ms. Chasten’s nephew and now you’re telling me to pick up a guy at a restaurant?”

“No, I wasn’t saying Tom. I know you said you no longer have a crush on him, but I’m just saying, what if you see a man you might want to date? Wouldn’t you want to look your best?”

You turned around, placing a hand on your mother’s shoulder as you smiled at her warmly. “Mom, I love you, but I’m not going to get a boyfriend just because you want me to. And I’m sure as hell never seeing Tom again, as much as I know you’d like me to.”

“Are you two ready to get going? We have a reservation to get to.” Your father interrupted, pulling his coat tighter around him.

“Yeah, yeah. Let me get my coat on.” You pushed past the two, making your way to the door and grabbing your coat off the rack.

You quickly pulled your hoodie over your head, hanging it up in place of your coat before pulling your coat over you. You quickly wrapped a scarf around your neck as the rest of your family began congregating by the door.

“I thought you were going to wear a dress.” Lucy stated, looking up at you as you followed everyone out the door.

“No, I wasn’t. Why is everyone trying to bully me into wearing a dress?”

Lucy shrugged. “Maybe it’s because you’re ugly.”

“You’re ugly.”

“No, I’m not. If anyone is the ugly, it’s David.”

“I heard that.” David grumbled as you piled into the car. “And for the record, if anyone is the ugly one it’s you, Luce. That’s just because you have a bad attitude and make unfunny tik toks.”

“I thought you said you liked my tik toks!”

“I lied.” David stated, turning back around in his seat, now facing forward.

You laughed as he turned, only to receive a small pinch on your arm from Lucy, who was pouting beside you like a child.

“Ow! That hurts, you brat!” You gasped, pushing her away and knocking her into the side of the car. “Luce, you’re like 16, cut it out!”

“And you’re like 21 but I have a boyfriend and you don’t!”

“That’s not even a valid argument in this conversation.”

“I know, I was trying to be a bitch.”

“You’re already a bitch. You don’t even have to try.” David interrupted, turning back around to face you both.

“Dad! David called me a bitch!” Lucy whined as you rolled your eyes, gazing into the eyes of your younger brother who had the same expression on his face.

“David,” Your father gazed back into the rear view mirror, “it’s not polite to talk about other people’s shortcomings.”

You started to laugh loudly, giving your younger sister a shove as the car slowed to a stop in the restaurant parking lot.

“I hate you all.” Lucy pouted, shoving you back as you all climbed out of the car.

“I can’t believe I still have to say this,” Your mother shook her head as you all walked into the lobby of the restaurant, “be on your best behavior, all of you, okay?”

“Hey!” Charlie spoke up, making you realize you had forgotten she was even there. “I didn’t do anything!”

“I didn’t say anyone did anything, I am just reminding you all that this is a very special evening, okay?”

You nodded, still chuckling as you glanced over at your brother, who still had the same smirk on his face as he had in the car. You followed the group along with the hostess to your table, taking a seat before realizing there was an extra place setting beside you.

“Oh, uh, I think there’s a mistake here.” You waved the hostess over. “There should just be six place settings.”

The hostess frowned slightly, confused. “Oh. I thought the reservation said seven people.”

“It did.” Your mother interrupted. “The other guest will be here shortly, thank you.”

You watched the hostess nod and walk away. You turned back to your mother, furrowing your brows as you looked at her, confused.

“I’m sorry, who else is joining us?” You asked, the confusion evident in your tone.

“Tom!” Your mother smiled, her line of sight leading above you as you followed it, to come face to face with the boy she was referring to.

“Hello, Mrs. L/n, and everyone else. Sorry I’m a bit late, there was some traffic.” Tom explained shyly, slipping his coat off and hanging it on his chair as he took a seat beside you. “Hi, Y/n.”

“Hi, Tom.” You nodded at him as the inner turmoil had begun to stir in the back of your mind.

“Oh, honey, don’t worry about it, we were just seated.” Your mother waved, almost as if she was apologetic herself. “I’m just glad you could make it.”

“I think I’m going to go to the bar to get something to drink.” You announced, rising from your seat as you grabbed your small purse. “David, why don’t you come with me?”

“Oh, I don’t think I’m all that thirsty.”

“I wasn’t asking.” You muttered, giving him a look as he rose from his seat, now following you away from the table and in the direction of the bar.

“Before you say anything-”

“How could you not have told me Tom was coming?” You snapped, causing the younger man to flinch.

“Uh.” David averting your gaze, trying to find something to say.

“Since when do you keep secrets?”

“Since when do you cower at the sight of men?” David retorted, taking a seat on a bar stool as you followed in suit.

“You didn’t answer my question.”

“And you didn’t answer mine.” He huffed. “Ladies first.”

“Ugh, fine.” You groaned, rolling your eyes. “I cower at the sight of Tom since he came with to drop me off at uni last year.”

“Why? I thought that went really well.”

“No, it didn’t. You were high the entire trip anyway, I doubt you remember it at all.”

“Wait, so you didn’t share a kiss with Tom?” He asked, scratching his head. “Cause I didn’t think that was a weed hallucination, but now I’m not sure.”

“No, I did kiss Tom. But, that’s not the problem.” You shook your head. “I kissed Tom outside my building when you and Charlie were still packing up the car, which is why you remember seeing that, but then I ran off before he could say anything because it was obvious how he felt about me by the way he reacted to the kiss.”

“The way he reacted? What does even that mean? Like he didn’t kiss back?”

“Uh, yeah. Not at all. So I ran off and avoided his texts and calls forever and I haven’t talked to him since because it’s embarrassing.”

“Don’t you think maybe he didn’t kiss back because he was in shock?” David suggested, letting you think for a moment as he turned away to order a few drinks.

You thought for a moment, unsure of your own memories from the trip. You could only remember small portions of events, such as smoking with your siblings and Tom, Tom pulling you aside to talk, and you kissing him. You paused, going back to the earlier memory of Tom asking to talk to you. What was he wanted to talk about? You couldn’t remember and didn’t get the chance to dig around your own thoughts as David snapped his fingers at you.

“Hey, earth to Y/n. I got our drinks, let’s get back before Mom sends a search and rescue team.”

“Yeah, yeah.” You got up from your seat, drink in hand as you followed him to the table and took your seat beside Tom.

“Y/n,” Tom glanced over at you, a bright smile on his face, “your mother was just telling me you got on the Dean’s list?”

You swallowed the lump in your throat, placing your drink down on the table and placing your napkin in your lap, attempting to avoid eye contact.

“It’s not that great, I mean, as long as you get over a 3.5, you’re on the list.” You explained, shrugging it off.

“No, no, that’s way cooler than anything I’m doing. I mean, I’m just an acting major. You’re doing what? Pre-med?”

“Pre-law.” You corrected. “Pays about the same and is not as much schooling. But, acting sounds really cool. Sounds more fun.”

Tom shrugged. “I guess. I mean, I’m taking this improv class and it’s absolutely the worst thing I could’ve taken.”

“Oh! I take improv at school!” Charlie chimed in, excitedly bouncing in her seat.

“Oh yeah?” Tom raised a brow, taking a drink from his glass before setting it down beside yours. “Maybe after we have dinner, you can show me some of your skills.”

Charlie shook her head. “I never said I was any good.”

The table erupted in a bout of laughter as you gave a small chuckle, your mind elsewhere while you picked up your glass, taking a drink of it.

“Uh, I think that’s mine.” Tom leaned over, his breath hot on your ear as he spoke lowly.

You choked on the drink a bit, coughing slightly as you set the glass down and looked at him apologetically.

“Shit. Sorry.”

“It’s alright. It’s not like we haven’t exchanged spit before.” Tom stated coolly, smirking slightly.

“I don’t backwash into drinks.” You retorted, attempting to not acknowledge his last statement fully.

“I don’t know, you might.” Tom said, picking up the glass and swirling it around with his hand, pretending to inspect it.

“Well, if you’re so worried, I’ll buy you another drink.”

“Oh, I’m not worried, but if you’re offering another drink, I will gladly take it.”

“Hey, lovebirds, I’d look at the menu if I were you, otherwise Mom’s going to order for you.” David interrupted, nodding towards the waitress that was at the table.

You gave him a glare before looking down at your menu, deciding to order the first thing you set your eyes on since you didn’t have much time before the waitress’s attention was on you.

“I see your brother is still snappy as ever.” Tom muttered after the moment of silence you shared.

“You know how he is. He’s not so bad with me, definitely on his last straw with Lucy, though.”

Tom opened his mouth to speak before being interrupted by the waitress. You quickly ordered your food, Tom doing the same before you turned your attention back to the conversation.

You weren’t sure what the young man’s plan was, why he was so insistent on talking your ear off when you had practically ghosted him like an ex-boyfriend for almost a year prior to the current exchange. You wanted to shrug it off, but you couldn’t get past it and it tortured you more for Tom to be so kind to you than it had ignoring him.

It’s not that you were okay with ghosting him in the past, in fact, you felt like it was a true breakup without you having ever been with Tom. It was a stupid, little interaction that you could’ve talked about and explained away had you actually given him a chance to speak to you, but instead you let your own pride get in the way of that.

“Y/n, did you hear what I said?” Tom asked, his hand resting on yours.

You blinked for a moment, clearing your throat and slipping your hand from under his as you shook you head. “No, sorry, what did you say?”

“Oh, don’t take it personally, Tom,” Your father started, “Y/n’s always in her own head. She never really hears anyone.”

“Dad, it’s fine.” You shook your head again. “What did you say, Tom?”

“I asked if you wanted to get a drink and speak privately for a moment.”

“I don’t know if that’s such a good idea.”

“I think it is,” Your mother stated, now interrupting. “You two go ahead. We’ll come get you when the food comes.”

You mentally cursed yourself and your parents as you followed Tom’s motions, setting down your napkin alongside his and rising from your seat. You allowed him to place a hand on your lower back and guide you away from the group and to the bar, much to your own internal dismay.

“We need to talk.” Tom stated, taking a seat at the empty bar as he looked at you.

You crossed your arms over your chest. “Is that why you came tonight? Just to confront me? You could’ve just called if you wanted that.”

“I would’ve if you didn’t block me.” Tom asserted himself before pointing to the empty seat beside him. “And have a seat, please, it’s weird that you’re just standing there.”

You took a seat beside him, leaning away from him and against the bar, as if you wanted to put as much space between you both.

“I came tonight because I wanted to see you, not just talk about how you drop kicked me out of your life.”

“I wouldn’t say I drop kicked you...”

“You kissed me, ran away in a split second, and then proceeded to block me. I think that is the definition of drop kicking someone.”

“Actually, I think it’s when you jump up and kick someone.” You joked, attempting to redirect the conversation away from your mistakes.

“I’m about to drop kick you if you don’t take this seriously.”

“I’m sorry.”

“For what? Drop kicking me or making a joke out of it when I’m trying to be vulnerable with you?”

“Both.” You shifted in your seat, uncomfortable and feeling as though you were a child about to go to the principal’s office. “I’m not trying to hurt your feelings, I think I’m just trying to protect my own.”

“David’s right, you are selfish and trying to talk to you was a mistake.” Tom shook his head, rising from his seat.

“Tom, wait.” You grabbed his arm, only for him to shake you off.

“I have been waiting, Y/n. I’ve been waiting the past year for you to talk to me or be willing to see me and every time I think you will, you disappoint.”

“Tom, I-”

“You know, I begged your parents to let me come here to see you, to spend time with your family? They didn’t ask me. Once I realized you were never going to speak to me again over something so stupid, I had to swallow my own pride, unlike you, just to see you again.” Tom ran a hand through his hair, attempting to calm down as he looked away from you. “I swallowed my own pride to see you choking on yours and still acting as if I was the one in the wrong somehow. You kissed me, you blocked me. You didn’t even let me assess the situation before you did it for me and now I’m the bad guy?”

“I don’t think you’re a bad guy.”

“Really? Because both Charlie and David have said multiple times that you claim that I rejected you when I never did. That you could just tell that I didn’t like you so you pushed me away when the truth was that I did like you. God, Y/n, I’d been in love with you since primary school and the one time I realized you reciprocated feelings, you ran away like you hadn’t.”

“I’m sorry, okay?” You cried, falling back into your seat. “I didn’t think it would be a huge deal until it was and I was scared that the outcome of my actions wasn’t going to be the one I had been hoping for. When I kissed you, you didn’t seem to like it and when I ran, you didn’t chase after me and I took that as you not liking me and wanting to get the fuck out of the situation.”

“But that’s what I’m saying, Y/n! You’re always so focused on yourself that you don’t even realize how other people are feeling. I tried to run after you, I did, but I lost you halfway up the stairs and I couldn’t remember your room number.” Tom explained, exasperated. “I even tried to call but you didn’t pick up and your brother and sister convinced me it was best to just go home so we did. I thought you needed space, but once it got to be so long, I didn’t know what to do.”

“You really chased after me?”

“Of course I did. I loved you, Y/n. I wanted to be with you. I’m here because I still do, but I’m starting to think this was a mistake. I should go, I shouldn’t have come in the first place.”

Tom straightened up before turning on his heel and starting to walk back to the table to collect his things and leave.

You watched as he did so, something in you pulling you up off of your seat and making you grab him by the arm even though you wanted to cower away like you once had before.

Tom turned towards you, about to say something when you collided your lips with his, the action feeling more natural than it had the first time you kissed him. He melted into you, his free hand resting on your hip as he kissed back, causing you to smile at the gesture before pulling away.

“Please, Tom, don’t go.” You whispered. “I want you to stay. I want to make it up to you for all the heartache and lost time. I never meant to hurt you and I was being selfish and that wasn’t fair. I want to try to work something out with you.”

“If I stay will you buy me that drink you promised?”

“I’ll do anything if you stay.”

Tom looked away for a moment, as if he was pondering something. “Hmm. I’ll think about it.”

“Tom, please.”

“Fine, I will stay, but only because I already ordered food.” Tom joked, raising his hands defensively as you pouted and gave him a look. “I’m kidding! I want to stay and work something out, I swear.”

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katzkinder · 2 years

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chapter 122 spoilers

crawls out of my hovel to talk about chapter 122 (im not dead guys just busy as all get out FJDGHFD)

Forgive me if this is a bit all over the place but i have. So many thoughts. And they all run into each other in one big mess.

Opens file cabinet, licks fingers and tabs through.

The foreshadowing for Lily being a turncoat has been written on the wall for a long time now but it's actually nuts when you go back through everything how much sense it all makes.

For starters, from the very beginning, Lily has been someone who kept contact with the Envy pair

And finally: Lily has always wanted to die.

Anyway, Lily was, more than likely, spending this whole time arguing with his demon about whether or not to continue with the plan, especially after the display of faith Misono made towards him.

If everyone thinks Tsurugi is dead, then no one can prepare for him to be a wrench in their plans.

Which brings me to my last point: one of the chapter color spreads was a piece titled "Red or White," in which characters were placed in either red or white suits.

Red and White aren't just the colors of the factions in Alice in Wonderland, nor or they haphazardly chosen to represent the Alicein brothers here.

In the color page for chapter 34, Misono and Mikuni are illustrated holding chess sets in these same colors. Notably, Misono clutches his pieces close to his chest and offers up his King, while Mikuni keeps his King close and sacrifices his other pieces to keep it safe. This shows not only their methodology of dealing with the world, but may also be indicative of how they will progress through the story.

Misono gathering precious allies and protecting them at the expense of himself, while Mikuni offers up to the chopping block as many of his pawns as he needs to achieve his goal.

Now that I've gotten all THAT out of the way, I can get into the list of reasons why Tsurugi will be fine.

The number one and most important reason is a meta one: he's popular lol. Strike is NOT going to kill him off so easily or so suddenly, not when his merch sales are so off the charts.

But from a story perspective, Lily's scythe is the type which cuts the mind but not the body. I do think he CUT Tsurugi, but I don't think it was off with his head (i am so funny). If anything, cutting him at all was definitely a petty revenge against Tsurugi for distressing Misono so thoroughly earlier, because Lily is petty but also I think he's becoming a wee bit yandere? |D Literally sick with love, to the point he's doing horrific things by justifying his actions with "It's because I love Misono." Earlier in the story he chopped off all of Belkia's hair because Bel gave him a little trim, so going this far against someone who he perceives as being harmful towards his Eve isn't out of the question.

The neck being sliced through is just another illusion if I had to make a guess.

PS: I forgot to mention this earlier in the post and am too lazy to go back and edit (I'm on mobile lmaooo rip) but Mikuni recites a few lines from humpty dumpty earlier in the chapter, and it has made appearances before as part of a riddle during his birthday event (which is coming up soon!), and the reason I bring this up is because back during Lust arc, we see many different eggs inside Lily's inner world, including one which has been broken and has been painted with what seems to be... A snake.

#servamp #kat's katerwauling #chapter 122 spoilers #snow lily #tsurugi kamiya #mikuni alicein #it feels so good to be doing this again lol

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ficclings · 4 years

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Y/N - Reindeer Hybrid

Yoongi - Amur Leopard Hybrid.

A/N: I got super carried away with this and it was supposed to be up for Christmas but my brain shut down for a bit and it missed my own deadline. I haven’t proofread this but I wanted to get it out there. Again it’s a bulletfic as I’m terrified to write proper full fanfictions for KPop but I hope that you all enjoy it anyways. Please like or comment if you would...be...so kind to...

Y/N always had a small aversion to Christmas.

This wasn’t because she despised the day or anything, it was how she was teased relentlessly because she was a Reindeer Hybrid.

She thankfully didn’t have giant antlers like the actual Reindeer; she could hide them with a hat whenever the season arrived.

She could handle herself with the comments but it was always appreciated when her best friend Hoseok stood up for her; his strong Stallion aura greatly intimidating when he needed it to be.

She often stayed at home during winter and worked on her computer, trying to look as if she was at all interested in what her colleagues were saying to her via their small little video chat.

Staying at home wasn’t exactly the most exciting thing in the world but she did enjoy a couple of things.

She could go do things in her home like taking a break often and having a small nap whenever she started to get a headache from working too hard.

Also, she got to listen to her neighbour.

Her neighbour was an amazing rapper and even though a lot of people would assume she liked musicals, she actually enjoyed rap and heavy metal the most; dabbling in a love for all Japanese music.

He had the deepest voice she’d ever heard when it came to rap and sometimes he spoke so fast that it took her a moment to comprehend just what the hell had happened.

Y/N always wanted to sound an applause afterward but knew it would most likely be a little weird for him to suddenly hear the squeals of a mostly shut in Reindeer Hybrid.

He always practiced right as the afternoon started for a couple of hours and then she would hear nothing from him again until the next day at the same time.

Unknowingly, he became apart of her routine.

It was like having small daily concerts just for her and as each day passed she found herself gaining a little crush despite most of her knowledge of him came from listening to him through her bedroom wall and one small shared glance they had had with one another when she had just come back from gathering supplies for her Instax Camera.

He was about the same height as her with gorgeous fluffy black hair; bucket hat covering any indication on whether or not he was a Hybrid.

Dressed in all black with only one red tie to add colour, he looked like an absoloute dream to Y/N and she nearly walked right into her front door when she finally got a look at his eyes.

Wonderful dark eyes that held such sleepiness in them; something she found rather endearing.

The moment quickly ended though when she felt her face completely burn up and she hurried into the apartment, leaning against her closed door with a loud gasp of air as she tried to calm down her small panic.

He was there again.

Right by her wall, where she worked, rapping like he was born to do it and her hands immediately stopped typing.

She clambered over her bed and pressed her ear to the wall, smiling and her small tail tingled with excitement.

He added music?!

She clenched her fists tightly with such utter happiness; her mouth opening and before she knew it, she let out a great big “You’re so cool!”.

Y/N froze with wide eyes as the music stopped suddenly and the silence began to pound in her ears; fingers twitching and she curled up away from the wall.

“Hello?”

Oh no, he’s talking to her.

His voice is so close to the wall that she couldn’t even pretend he wasn’t talking to her.

Y/N couldn’t bring herself to speak and she began to nervously pull at her right antler.

Then a knock at her front door just about made her heart drop to her feet.

“Fuck,”

Why did this situation have to arise? She’s so bloody awkward with social interactions!

“I know you’re in there Reindeer,”

Oh that made her shiver for some reason and her tail twitched as she managed to get herself to move off her butt and open the door; eyes glued to the floor with red decorating her skin and if he could see that, he never mentioned it.

“Have you been listening to me?”

She just nodded like one of those stupid bird desk toys.

“Sorry,”

Brilliant response.

Stunningly eloquent

“What did you think?”

That one question allowed for a friendship to blossom between the two of you.

His name was Min Yoongi and he was a very lazy Amur Leopard Hybrid.

But a very handsome one.

One that made Y/N want to throw up in nervousness whenever they hung out, which was practically everyday despite her having to work whilst he lazed on her sofa and played on her Playstation.

It was one of those blinding crushes where if Y/N were in a cartoon a pink mist would be surrounding her and hearts and butterflies would dance around her face.

It really didn’t help that winter was also when her Reindeer side would go a bit loopy with hormones and would make her act like, just such a moron around Yoongi.

He had no idea.

He was very clueless when it came to women’s inner turmoil let alone a female hyrbid’s inner turmoil.

Y/N was a woman that he was interested in knowing the inner turmoil of though; she was just...special to him for some reason.

He could blame it on the fact that she was a Doe and very skittish and it brought out his protective side.

Something that made Y/N feel fuzzy.

It was also a bit of a problem when both Yoongi and Hoseok were standing up for you at the same time because they were both very Alpha but Hoseok would always calm down quickly and just nudged Yoongi playfully on the shoulder.

Hoseok loved Yoongi too, it was nice to have a brother to help him out with guy things; something that always made Y/N laugh.

Anyways.

Yoongi had discovered a lot about Y/N when it came to himself.

She liked his ears.

Like a lot.

It was annoying at the beginning because he wasn’t used to it and they kept flicking around as it tickled to no end.

Now he just sat there most days as she ran her forefinger and thumb around on his soft fur.

It made him feel slightly warm under the collar now.

It wasn’t his fault.

You’re just so fucking cute with everything you do.

Even your grumpiness towards Christmas was adorable to him.

The pride he feels when you give him an applause after he practices was the best feeling in the world...only second to the ears.

Your eyes get so big as you stare at him and he almost always falters in his rapping whenever he catches your gaze, red flashing against his pale skin.

“When you get famous you have to invite me on tour!”

Oh his heart aches.

Oh look at your little hands grasping his arm in graceful giddiness.

Oh your antlers are so fucking cute and oh god look at your little tail.

He wants to tug on your tail.

Not entirely sure why.

But he does know that the thought sends him to the shower every night.

Uh-oh you’re talking to him and he hasn’t been listening.

Totally not imagining things a friend should never imagine.

“Yoo?”

OH SHE CALLED HIM YOO.

He was pretty sure he was malfunctioning because there was a very concerned expression on your lovely face.

“W-what?” his canines bit harshly down on his bottom lip as he stuttered.

“You alright?”

Y/N’s hands were tugging on the fabric of his shirt as she tried to look at his face more.

“You’re so red,” she giggled quietly feeling quite drunk on nothing but her own Hybrid side.

Yoongi’s breath got stuck in his throat when the wave of your hormones suddenly slapped him across the face.

He really wished you were sitting directly next to him in your comfy clothes.

You looked so soft in them that he just wanted to gather you up in his arms and rub all over your scent gland.

“I’m good, Reindeer,” he practically purred out getting a scent of mints and chestnuts, setting his skin on fire.

Neither of you have any clue as to who actually made the first move but Y/N found herself laying on top of Yoongi on the sofa, kissing him with the most amount of passion she’d ever felt.

Soon finding her hands gripping the back of the sofa as Yoongi helped her ride him, his face first pressed against her collarbone; hot breath panting against her causing goosebumps before he buried his face in her neck as he continued to scent her heavily.

Your little cries of “oh Yoo,” made his brain feel as if it were melting into a puddle of heaven.

His large hands shyly cupping your backside before finally, finally getting the pleasure of tugging your tail causing a delightful and horrifically erotic squeal to leave your swollen lips.

Both of them consenting before they took the plunge and bit into each other gland as their release rushed over them; fingers causing cuts into each other’s skin as they shook.

After you two had become a mated couple (with the approval of one Hoseok of course), Yoongi had made it his mission to get you at least a little interested in the Christmas Spirit of things.

And boy did he.

His plan would only come into effect on the actual day.

And with his arms wrapped tightly around you on Christmas morning (both of you walking around practically glued to each other after heavy love making the night before) he led you towards the bathroom where he’d hidden his present.

“Merry Christmas, Reindeer,” he bit flirtatiously on your earlobe before opening the door.

A sharp bark sounded around before it was followed by loud squeals from you, hands picking up the small brown dog and snuggling into it’s warm, warm body.

“Oh he’s lovely, oh Yoongi,” cuddling into the Leopards side, he purred in content.

“Holly,”

He looked down at you, eyebrow raised.

“It’s Christmas,” you stated with a determined expression

“His name is Holly,”

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jiangwanyinscatmom · 3 years

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Yay, someone who also thinks LXC will make it! I agree with you, maybe because I love him - yes he is flawed but his faults are much less and his nature braver and sweeterthan a hell of a lot of the fandom's pets imo. Can I ask, what about one of my other darlings - Nie Huaisang?

Hello, there anon!

I can very, very much understand why people would have a distaste for Lan Xichen as a character. He like many of the others are able to preach of the good while failing to actually practice it or really ever meet the basics of it when they did have the tools for it and just stepped back. I think it sort of entails "what manner of person am I able to respond to better", when it comes to a myopia of social blindness and privilege.

I do not think Lan Xichen is a bad guy, or even morally bankrupt. I think he is naive, very blind to the worst in life, and a bit selfish given he does love others, but he is not the best at expressing when to keep his mouth shut and being unsure of what he himself should do. He has very very little worldly experience to understand a lot of harsh truths and can callously say things, even if that isn't his intention. We see this when he casually says that Wei Wuxian has changed, which just ends up him completely misconstruing his own brother's turmoil and worries for Wei Wuxian. He does this again with Wei Wuxian in Guanyin Temple, calling him his brother's life's mistake.

The exact words being, "这辈子唯一犯下的一个错误就是你!", The only mistake he made in this life was you!"

The fun little thing about 犯/fàn, is that is very very accusatory, it is mean, it is not a simple accusation of a problem, it means a criminal offense, which is what Lan Wangji had committed in the eyes of the Lans, and was a ruination of the little brother that Lan Xichen always could reassure by himself, or so he thought. This speech is him being as biting as he can (well for a Lan), to someone he sees as causing pain for years to his brother. All while he himself has, and continued to, treat Lan Wangji as a child. He is mocking a bit in his surety of his friend while he admits that he saw his brother's trust in Wei Wuxian as wrong. It's not calling Wei Wuxian just some sort of minor inconvenience, he is saying he is what had ruined his brother's prestige and ideal daoist reputation for something so worldly.

But I think he is one for realization and can pursue that to apologize and really try to reach out to Wei Wuxian to understand him as family given he in no way decried their marriage as false. He in the least seems shocked at his own fall out and consequences for what had happened. His foundation he was sure in was broken in just a few hours. That's a massive blow for an ego, but he tries, and seclusion at any rate, or the way he is practicing it is healthy and he knows what mistakes he himself had made as he reflects. His lesson is that he has much to learn, I don't think that is a bad end for him at all.

And on to the next part, I quiet enjoy Nie Huaisang as a character. He has a lot of hidden depths that get ignored for his bumbling persona that isn't real. Much like his enemy when it comes to fandom. But I also think he would like that irony, it is what he wanted out of it all while hiding in the shadows while he got the revenge he wanted quietly for his brother. He didn't need prestige for that anyways.

#mdzs #mo dao zu shi #lan xichen #nie huaisang #sort of

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twstheadcanons · 3 years

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This is a lore question and a slightly specific one. Cater as a character and otherwise is super interesting to me but at the same time insanely confusing. While at first I thought he would end up having maybe slightly abusive family there's a possibility that's not the case. His sister's seem to enjoy dolling him up and his mother seems to go along with it and his father's a bit more absent. I think I would mainly like to know what his true self is truly reflecting and also if Trey seems to know about this 'true version'. Don't feel pressured to anwser this if you can't btw ❣️

Cater fans come get yall’s food.

S, iideally I’d go through events Cater’s prominent in (Beans Day, Halloween), but that would just make this whole post longer. So I’ll be using Cater’s card stories for now. What we know about Cater, on the surface level, is that he comes across as happy-go-lucky, energetic, social, trendy, superficial, flaky, and insensitive at times. But that’s Cater on a surface level.

So for Cater, his major issues from his background are:

his family frequently moving to accommodate his father’s occupation as a banker

his sisters dragging him into their own interests that he was expected to accommodate as well

Cater repeatedly states he disliked getting dragged around by his sisters and having cutesy stuff he wasn’t genuinely interested in shoved into his face. This would even happen on his birthday, where his sisters got him things they’re more likely to enjoy, which made Cater feel frustrated since he was supposed to be the focus on his own birthday. But despite that annoyance, Cater understands his sisters didn’t really mean any harm. From the sounds of it, they liked hanging out with Cater, and assumed that Cater enjoyed how they spent time together as well since Cater preferred to go with the flow, rather than rock the boat.

In his Bday SSR, Cater mentions that his sisters became more considerate of his own interests and asked him what he wanted. All three coming from a family where they move and lose close friends a lot, the sisters are probably close and want to stay close to their brother as well, since they’re the only consistent company in a similar age range. His sisters are each other’s best friends, Cater didn’t have that growing up. He also mentions his sisters and mother’s sweets-making kick, and how he eventually got over having sweets every day. But when he protested, it’d disappoint and sadden them/they’d have dejected looks on their faces, which Cater didn’t know how to handle, so he made himself go along with their whims to keep them happy.

This pours into his social media life, where he’s a peppy, cheery guy that posts upbeat content and responds with light, casual, carefree messages to people. His Lab SR literally has him state that he ‘should always be happy and excited, after all’. So, clearly, whatever dynamic the Diamond family has, while not what I’d call something as heavy as abuse, isn’t considerate of Cater’s feelings and views Cater’s ‘go with the flow’ ways as approval. If he ‘breaks character’ of the devil-may-care person he is on the surface, it raises questions, and Cater would rather just avoid all that and enjoy himself instead of getting involved in anything heavy.

Again, Cater doesn’t like to rock the boat. He also mentions in his Lab SR that this obsession with cutesy stuff became rather invasive, and he’d even be criticised or second-guessed if he didn’t go along with the idea. Cater ends up accommodating that interest to prevent any debate, even if he didn’t actually care for them. That said, with such an emphasis on aesthetics being the way he grew up, Cater has a good understanding and practical knowledge of decour and eye-catching designs, which makes him helpful and invaluable when the time calls for decour. This is something Cater knows he’s good at, and enjoys showing off since the focus is on himself and he’s acknowledged for his skills.

With their family moving all the time, Caters gained and lost friends a lot. Cater has an outgoing personality, at this point, it’s safe to assume he’s an extrovert, so making friends comes naturally to him. But when you’re moving a lot, maybe sometimes in the middle of a school term, . Cater needs engagement and social interaction, but at this point in his life, he’s tired of trying to keep up with old and new friends on deep levels, hence his interest and obsession with social media.

One thing to note about Cater: he likes cutting corners. a lot.

In his R card “Portrait of Rosalia”, it’s understood that Cater being nice to Rosalia by throwing her a party with some lively students around is a way for him to get on her good side, because Rosalia overhears the teachers’ discussions of tests and future lessons so that he wouldn’t have to study for an upcoming history test: while Cater’s idea of a party to lift Rosalia’s spirits is in good nature, he wants something out of it that benefits him. But while disappointed the plan didn’t work, he’s quick to brush it off, and Rosalia’s anger, by mentioning that she’s cuter when uptight anyway.

In his PE card “This betrayer!” Cater only have five laps left to do in PE. But he hates how sweaty he is and how tedious the overall task is. So he uses his UM to try and avoid doing all five laps himself. Riddle catches him red-handed, and Cater tries - albeit I’m sure he knows it’s a lost cause - to flatter Riddle at the last minute. Trey’s also involved, and despite leaving Cater in the dust, Trey also returns with Riddle, because Trey knows that Cater’s the type that tries to cut corners whenever possible, something against the rules in Heartslabyul. Honestly, as far as Trey goes, Trey’s someone used to the way Riddle holds himself back. Cater’s exterior personality wouldn’t be hard for Trey to recognise as Cater pushing himself or exaggerating points of his personality just to keep up an image. especially after being in the same dorm for three years.

In short, while he isn’t malicious about majority of the time, Cater will use others to get out situations and tasks he wants no part of. This is a huge thing reflected in his UM, as it allows Cater to be in more than one place, so that he personally doesn’t have to be involved. Growing up with two pushy older sisters, it makes he develops a UM that complements a need for escape when pure wit won’t work. And despite being someone with a superficial interest in trends, that experience accumulates in him understanding the basics about social media and how it affects others, himself included, since it became the only way he could stay in contact with acquaintances and ‘friends’ from previous years.

Cater has a good understanding of how people, in general, work, especially those in his agegroup, which makes him rather crafty when he wants to string others along and get out of a situation. This doesn’t make Cater a mean or conniving person, and in fact, he’s generally amicable and social. Cater lives by a pretty ‘live in the moment’ credo. He enjoys having fun and not getting overly serious about issues when he can help it. There are instances where he doesn’t care about the situation he’s in, or thinks it’s lame/boring, but he tries to make the most of it as something to post about on MagiCam later to engage in low-effort social interaction for a mental break.

Cater pretty much states this in his Halloween SSR:

“If I left there, they remained there. That’s why I’d rather have a casual and happy time with everyone instead of going steady. It’s like a circus troupe, you know, having fun hanging with people all over the world and then leaving. And that’s why MagiCam is the best. I suddenly got messages from acquaintances from the school I went to 3 years ago. Aren’t my casual and light relationships multiplying? It’s lovely! “

Social media helps him keep in contact with people on a low-effort level, so the risk of moving doesn’t damage his relationships online like it would physical friendships. As for family, Cater’s feelings towards his family are difficult, tricky ones he has problems with. He certainly doesn’t hate them, but their lifestyle, the moving and pushy personalities, don’t mesh well with Cater’s personality overall. When Lilia tries to relate to Cater’s experiences of fleeting relationships, Cater can’t help but dismiss Lilia’s empathy as surface-level, since, to CATER’S knowledge (it’s not like he knows Lilia’s old as shit), Lilia’s always lived in the VoT with his own family and friends, which hits a sore spot with Cater:

““Cater: ….Family…huh.

Flashback Lilia: I feel like I understand you. But it is just as Cater says, it might be the truth that you should not attach yourself too much to one person in particular.

Flashback ends Cater: (That was full of lies. For a guy who grew up in the same place and never had to deal with rebuilding relations over and over… He wouldn’t understand my worthless and meaningless feelings.)

/Notification

Cater: Hello, Trey. What’s up? Huh? Are we doing our rehearsal for our night show at the stamp rally now? And is Deuce from my committee lacking in hands, so Ace is helping him out? Darn, Ace is definitely going to use this to ask me for a favor later!

Cater: Argh! And is Riddle on the verge of a rampage? I’ll be back soon, Trey, please calm him! It was such a pain getting involved in the biggest crisis of this Halloween week! No, for real! I’m not lying. That’s why you don’t have to say such cold things to me, kay? URGH, TREY, YOU’RE SO CRUEL!!

Cater: Now that Diasomnia’s turmoil has settled, it’s time to change the mood. No matter how you slice it, we’ll still separate if we become 4th years… It would be different if I repeated a year though. Anyway, I should just enjoy the memories I’m making “now”! I’ll surprise everyone with this charming skeleton costume! I’ll show them my serious side!”

Cater calls his own feelings ‘worthless and meaningless’, which likely ties into how he got dragged into his mother and sisters’ own interests over his own, and sometimes even criticised if he didn’t go with their flow. He also expects the friendships he’s made in NRC (as we see with him talking to Trey about the rest of the Heartslabyul cast), to inevitably disappear after he and Trey are fourth years with their own internships and lives to live. Because to Cater, the future of his life and relationships appear disruptive and inconsistent, so instead of fretting about them, he wants to live in the moment and enjoy what he’s doing at all times, hence why he cuts corners to make things easier on himself. This is why he can come across as superficial and easy to get along with, because he doesn’t want to fret over the details.

unrelated but we’re team ‘former dorm leader cater’ here because him doing it because it sounds cool and fun fits perfectly with his personality

#cater diamond #twisted wonderland #Anonymous

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