So I just finished aot for the first time and I gotta say I loved season 4. Definitely my favorite season for reasons I'll explain later but I have to ask why does everyone hate Gabi so much.
I don't even like Gabi and im flabbergasted at the amount of hate she gets. Sasha death was definitely not handled the best but like Gabi is actually 12 and a child soldier.
Yes Gabi is very annoying especially in the beginning. But for one thing for her Sasha was a enemy responsible for killing people she knew. Yes, Sasha was just protecting her fellow soldiers and was firing under orders. But by doing so she was killing Gabi's comrades as well.
As for later when she's calling everyone an island devil and telling Kaya about their ancestors sins. You do realize its because Marley purposely brainwashed and indoctrinated the Gabi and the all the people she knows right. She is repeating the same things told to her over and over again. Why she is so insistent on being one of the good ones stems from Marley. This is all her essentially coping with the way her people are treated.
Yet all the people who complain about Gabi and how could she kill Sasha dont have even a quarter of the same hatered for Reiner, Bertholdt, or Annie. Who literally betray everyone and get several people killed or kill people. Yet, we forgive Annie for killing literally all of Levi's old squad. Reiner and Bertholdt kill Marco because they decided to talk about how they are the cause of this Trost being wrecked on a public rooftop.
They say oh they were only 12 when they attacked wall Maria or they were child soldiers they didn't know any better. But Gabi is too far because we see her indoctrination come undone in real time. Meanwhile Annie, Reiner, and Bertholdt spent years with these people and still attacked and killed many. Not to hate on these characters I actually adore Reiner and Bertholdt but I do acknowledged their faults and what they have done.
I also notice that when people complain about Gabi no one mentions the guard she beat to death with a brick to get away from a prison where no one was harming her. Why is that?
I am gonna be real. I adore Falco Grice so much in aot/snk. Falco is one of the few characters in aot that is a genuinely empathetic and kind person who despite living in this cruel word he is still kind.
He is also the first to truly understand the Eldians pov. Despite his an entire life being told what devil's they are he understand quickly that they were just people. Because even during a war where we all know that Falco killed during it. He still helped an enemy solider because he was following the laws of war. No because he wanted to. He is kind when did not need to be.
Also, Colt Grice loving his brother to the point where he did not want what he thought was going to be Falco's final moments to be alone and scared. I see comments about how his death was pointless because Falco was going to be fine anyways. But how was Colt supposed to know that. More than that Colt thought that Falco was going to die for all intends and purposes. How dare anyone call his desperate attempts to comfort his brother just pointless. Yes Colt didn't need to die but no more than any character in aot does.
I hate how people oversimplify Leona's want to be King or his overblot. Which admittingly doesn't really make sense why he overblotted and not Ruggie but I digress.
I constantly seem stuff like Leona is just salty about being second born or how much he wants to be king. But that's not really the point of him. Yes he wants to be king but when it boils down too it.
He just wants to be seen and not feared. He wants to be the best but was constantly told how he is lacking in ways his brother has. Till the point where now he doesn't even want to try cause why would he, it'll ever be acknowledged. All people ever seen is the sullen scary second prince who could never hope to compare to his brother. So why try and change when it doesnt matter.
What's the point of being the best at something if it I'll just go now where is this toxic line of thinking Leona falls into. He doesnt try anymore because he believes that it won't change anything. He'll still be the second prince whose only job is to make Farlena look better. Which isnt helped by his magic being so dangerous. Can you imagine being looked down on and feared by your own country that you are thr literally royalty of. How much that must hurt in ways you cannot describe considering how much Leona truly loves the Sunset Savannah. He his main goal after NRC is to make his country better in ways that havent been explored before.
Which is why Leona is the only character after his overblot to double down on his pride and willingness to fight. Because that means that his caring again.
In all honestly I hc that Lenoa has depression but since that isn't technically Canon I will leave it out unless people want me to make a post about that portion.
I do not really got why so many people hate on Jamil in TWST. I understand that his actions are directly related to actual mind control and betrayal. Also I get that his keeps Yuu and Grim there unwilling but Azul literally made them homeless. Not saying either is good both are awful but pick a lane people.
But Leona literally turns some of Ruggie to sand even if one would like to argue how much damage he did. I say this as someone who adores Leona. Vil literally tries to kill Neige with posion and I do not see nearly the same amount of hatred for him I do Jamil.
Jamil entire plan was based on the fact that he did not want to be Kalims servant anymore because he was born into it. Its also inferred that Jamil has literally been poisoned before because he is literally Kalims poison tester. Thats not even mentioning the kidnappings that they talked about that Jamil had to deal with.
We're Jamils actions absolutely horrifying and unjustified especially with him hating Kalim that things he cannot control but in his situation wouldn't most people Kalim. Like its easy to say from an outside perspective that Jamil is transferring his emotions on an easier target but not so much when youre the one dealing with it.
Yes, i do understand that Kalim was also dealing with all the posion and assassnation attempts. But he is still in a postion of power that Jamil isn't. They're relationship by its very nature is unbalanced with Jamil seen as disposable by literally everyone other than Kalim. Jamil literally had to dumb himself down in every area while also helping Kalim because he cannot be better than his master.
Jamil isn't even one of my favorite characters im just flabbergasted at the amount hate I see for him. Honestly I feel bad for both Jamil and Kalim.
So I learned that big cats will slow blink to show affection…
I’m thinking of Reader/Yuu/Mc slow blinking at Leona and him getting flustered and stuff
Leona Kingscholar x Reader
Accidental Flirting
There was something stuck in your eye so you attempted to keep blinking to get rid of it. Wait- why is Leona blushing?
First ever request let’s do this! I don’t know if this is exactly what you were looking for, but I tried my best! I’m sorry if it was on the shorter side, I was struggling to think on how to draw it out.
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You weren’t sure what was causing it, but your eye has been stinging for the past couple of minutes. Was it the dirt, pollen, a fallen eyelash? You didn’t know but you were getting annoyed. Leona was napping next to you while you were reading, well, attempting to read. You rub at your watery eye before blinking rapidly a few times.
You sigh in annoyance, dropping your book into the grass and banging the back of your head against the tree gently a few times. You look down at Leona’s sleeping form, slowly blinking a few times and wiping a tear from your eye before you go back to looking around the garden. Can whatever is making your eye sting knock it off?!
“Your thoughts are so loud they woke me up.” Leona mumbles out, voice laced with sleepiness. You look back at him, blinking slowly a couple of times. Leona’s sleepiness seems to vanish at your action and he sits up slightly, leaning on his arm. His tail flicks and his ear twitches.
“Sorry, didn’t mean to wake you up.” You rub your eyes again. Leona continues to stare, slowly blinking at you a couple of times before turning away to hide his face. You quirk an eyebrow at his weird shyness. “You…alright?” Leona nods.
“Mmhm, just fine herbivore.” Leona continues to look away from you and you watch as his tail flicks back and forth, ears twitching at every move you make. You close your eyes for a moment, letting the water build up and then reopen your eyes and you smile in satisfaction as you feel your eyes no longer sting. You turn back to Leona to see him staring at you. You blink again to return your eyes back to normal and watch as Leona’s pupils dilate just slightly.
You let out a gasp as Leona pulls you into his chest, burying his face into your neck as his arms wrap around you. You lean against his back as he cages you within his hold. You feel him snuggle your neck.
“Uhm…Leona?” He lets out a hum.
“Thinking you can get away with doin’ that without any repercussions tsk.” Leona replies, his hold tightening around you as he tail wraps around you as well.
“Doing what? What did I do?” You were confused, all you did was get something out of your eye and now you are being cuddled like there’s no tomorrow. You don’t mind what’s going on right now, but it does leave you confused.
“Gettin’ away with being affectionate.” You pause, reaching behind you to rub Leona’s ear gently. When were you? Oh well, it doesn’t matter. You’ll take your victories where you can get them, and this was certainly one of them.
Dan, bound to a clone body and experiencing a relatively calm life with the Fentons, gets de-aged by a jealous Vlad and is held hostage by the man, who wants to be involved with family things. Vlad, somehow, loses the baby.
14 years later, Jason Todd is desperately looking for his mother, only for the DNA test to match him with a 30-year-old transman and a billionaire over 60.
I go absolutely FERAL for this trope with Danny and Vlad.
It’s just so SCRUMPTIOUS, and then adding in Jason Todd as having once been Dan BUT NOT EVEN REALIZING IT?!
He’s a mama’s boy and he WILL get vengeance.
Danny himself had been looking for Dan for such a long time, furious at Vlad for his actions and the results that came from it. Dan was lost Ancients KNEW where, as a helpless baby! He kept the missing person’s report as active as he could because Dan was still out there, he was alive in some way for his soul and ghost had not returned to the Infinite Realms.
Dan was still alive.
He had to be.
And then Danny is visited by Jason Todd, a young boy so painfully familiar that Danny feels his core shake.
Prediction for season 2 of Hazbin Hotel. I think that Lutes is going to become a fallen angel. There are multiple shots where she appears more demonic, but there is a shot when she lands that her wings are entirely black. There is another shot near the end of the song where you don't see any color on her at all except her entire being being black with her wings raised as she is upside down still black.
Why, why are they still clapping. Why can I still hear it every night. Why do I still see her body every time I close my eyes. And why, why do I this festering hate for humans building and building and buliding till it feels as though as though I'm drowning in these awful wrong emotions.
The weak need to be protected by the strong, but what if when the strong are weak. The weak stab them in the back. Why do I protect these people who sentence mine to death by existing.
Why do I protect the same people who called me crazy, who those meds I could probably think while on. Why do I protect the people who hit me for not being 'normal' or the perfect daughter. The same people who called me a devil child and tried to exercise me multiple times. All the while I can still hear the fucking clapping.
I kinda hate that all the fanfics portray Mira as hating the Saja just because they are demons. No matter the context cause, behind the fact they are demons. The Saja boys are reason. Theoretically, hundreds died by taking their souls. Even if they didn't directly take the souls, they are still the reason it was possible, like with the train scene. They weren't there but without them hypnotizing the people and making the rifts into the human world larger. They weren't have been able to kill so many people.
Why can't Mira be mad at them because no one else seems to point out the fact that their actions got people killed. I say this as one who loves the Saja boys and think they deserved actual names and backstories, but I think it weird no one else brings this up.
I personally ship Miramabby, and I think dynamics between them could be very interesting, but in every fic i read. It is always Mira rejecting them just cause their demons, and that feel unfair and almost childish to me, considering the reasons I listed above. Thoughts?
So I have a fic idea about Geto Suguru that I may or may not write.
So I hc that Geto was abused by his parents. While as far as we know, he wasn't, or at least physically, since he isn't shown to have many scars as a teenager or than the obvious( cough cough toji). But like what is, they really weren't chill with Geto seeing Curses and instead that he was a problem child/ devil child that wasn't making things up. What if they got tired up getos curses and started hitting him instead. What if Getos whole protected the weak thing started because he wanted to protect others the way he wasn't protected when he was young? Never mind the fact that's only 15. What if he constantly made excuses in his head that it was his fault that it happened or that his parents didn't understand, so it isn't their fault that they abused him. What if Geto gets tired of excusing people about abusing him like the higher-ups and his parents.
But like I have a theory that since Curse spirits are literally made from negative emotions from humans that Geto would eventually become one but only like half.
Geto was shown to have an unspecified eating disorder in the manga/show where he can't really keep down regular food and cursed objects like sukunas fingers are posion to humans. What if, since Getos technique relied on consuming poison, the negative emotions that those curses are born from start to become one with him.
Geto realizes what's going on and starts to plan his s*idcide instead of become a curse but finds Mimko and Nanako and kinda goes "fuck these people". Cause I don't really like the genocide angle he has mainly cause it makes no sense in the long run of how that would work.
I also kinda what to add to Geto, starting to feel the emotions of those around him and even their thoughts because angst. So he starts to hate humanity even more, eventually accepting the fact that he will become a part curse.
As part of his emapth abilities, I could even make him like Mel from arcane and turn his already op abilities even better.
I also kinda wanna make him a slightly like a vampire where he to drink blood instead of human food for the vibes. Cause I also want to make this stsg and the way I want to make it work is geto can turn people into curses due to his ability with manipulation of them and emotions.
For the stsg accept while there are in school however. I want to make so that they weren't together but Grto loves Gojo and knows that Gojo loves him back but won't say anything because he fears that he will ruin his life. Worse that Geto wants to ruin his life. But Geto knows he can't do that cause of the bloodlust forming that he really wants Gojo's blood but fears hurting him or killing him. The reason Geto never tells Gojo what's happening isn't because he fears Gojo won't expect him but knowing he will and would let Geto kill him.
Making it so Geto nevers tells Gojo what's truly going on and once he disappears with the girls. He never sees Gojo until Yujji consumes Sukuna. I'll expand on that later.
Gojo always believing that they will have more time and until that day Geto disappears. Goes into a fucking rage and endlessly searches or him.
I also don't know whether or not ibwant to make Geto female in this cause I kinda want to make a storyline about Geto having to deal all the sexism and r*py vibes that Jujustu sorcerer is chalk full of. Along with the small country town with parents who abused Geto. Add in the empathy thing and kinda yandere Gojo.
In short this is a fucking powder keg of ideas and I have a lot ideas for it like adding in more stuff like a reincarnation aspect but I'll elaborate more if this doesn't seem like too much for one story.
Okay I just want to know where are all mu people's who watched JJk and Arcane. Because I have not been able to find a SINGLE SONG FIC WITH Ma Meilleure Ennemie for Gojo and Geto. Or even the fucking connection. Like this song is perfect for them. The English translation of some of the lyrics are " you are my worst blessing and then the best of curses".
LIKE THE SONG DESCRIBES THESE TWO'S RELATIONSHIP.
Another thing is that it starts off with the repeated lines of "I love you and then at the end, I hate you.
Making gojo the boy savior in this situation would be amazing, especially if gojo goes to the universe where anything is fine and happy, but geto is not his geto. The one who suffered eith him, the one who watched Riko die. Then, he realized he would do anything to have geto at his side again.
Hell, the song even has references about them being their best enemy.
The wanderers tale of Chang’e and Houyi (romantic)
This isn’t canon to these part 1 and part 2
This is a what if scenario, and I might write some more for different characters. None for the Greek pantheon tho for obvious reasons
This was a lot of fun to write, sorry if Qin is out of character but he is fucking whipped in love. Man is literally on his knees
tried adding some historical stuff in this but i'm not the most knowledgable on Chinese history or myth so please take it with grain of salt
For much of his life the concept of love is foreign to Qin let alone that of the romantic kind
Sure, he saw displays of it in small ways on the streets
A couple linking hands or exchanging kisses behind the cover of fans in the midnight hour
But he never thought he’d experience it
For he was hated by everyone including himself for the sins of of his family
For the deaths they caused that now transferred to him by the blood in his veins
It is cruel but for the longest time he accepted he’d never be given love of any kind until Chun Yan showed him he was worthy of it
It is through her he learns familial love
Not romantic love of any sorts but a type of love that leads him to discover and be curious of the other forms of love later on in his life
When he becomes empowered he explores this concept as times goes on
Lust and desire
But never actual connection
Not the love he’d hear in tales or see between young lovers
No, He’d yet to still experience that actual form of romantic connection formed through genuine intimacy
But for awhile he was fine with that
Perhaps even grateful he had not been subjected to such an intense feeling
Something that could bring down entire empires and could shatter men’s spirits like sticks to a boot
And for a long time it remains that way
Until the 3rd year of your friendship with him as his personal historian
It’s hardly something he notices at first
Just the small feeling of wanting to be near you more often than he already was
It was strange but be brushed it off for a long while
Perhaps it was him just missing your presence due to the two faced courtesans he had to deal with on a daily basis
No one was quite as truthful or real as you were
You never had stray intentions with him
Just treating him as a real person
Still respectful but not overly so
It’s a slow process for him
One built on denial and confusion as he tries in his mind to write off his behaviour
He’d never felt this type of love before
It’s foreign and slightly scary to him for several reasons
One of which is cause he’s afraid of loss
The death of Chun Yun had…hurt him a lot
Left himself a shattered visage to be rebuilt into a strong facade
For not only himself but also his people
It is something done due to his duty
A responsibility placed on his shoulders
He takes being a king seriously but in the process he loses a bit of himself
With you though he makes the choice to spend time with you
Listen
Indulge
Talk
When he’s with you warmth blossoms in his chest like a flower in full bloom
Petals opening to reveal something beautiful yet tender
It feels…nice
He feels for once vulnerable
And it’s nice yet scary
But with time he eases into it
Gently placing his heart in your hands
It beats like a drum in your presence much to his pride
But at the same time. He enjoys the sensation
The fact that you make him feel so flustered
It’s honestly amazing that such small acts such as your smile can make the emperor feel light on his feet
He once laughed at the tall tales of men foolishly in love
Now he is that fool
The ones who’d offer the moon and hang the stars in their beloveds name
Chun Yun once talked of love once, hoping he’d one day experience that beautiful emotion
He now understood as to why she spoke so highly of it
But as he finally admits to himself that he’s fallen deeply head first into this endless void
You reveal you must leave soon
Unknown to you his heart cracks
In the months ticking down to your departure he spends as much time with you as he can
He feels now that he’d taken your presence for granted
A luxury that he assumed would stay despite knowing you were a free bird
One who would not stay east forever and eventually travel somewhere else
He feels desperate though
Grasping at strings to reach out and convince you to stay
Pleading with every interaction for you stay
To please stay
in time he realizes it’s a fruitless endeavour
Yet he tries anyways
Because that’s the only thing he can do
Yet he can’t admit his feelings
Especially now that your leaving
Maybe confessing would get you to stay but it feels cruel, a way to guilt you into become a caged bird
Love should not be bound in shackles or a gilded cage
It is free
And he would never take that away from you
So he tries to convince you with deals
With time dwindling down he tries to inch closer
A hand almost touching your own
Eyes staring with lidded looks beneath their gaze
It’s not direct, perhaps the only time the emperor isn’t
He feels himself clam up at the last minute
It’s unbefitting of him but it’s Ying Zheng peaking through the cracks and taking the reigns of his heart
The young boy from the streets who only wanted love
Who’s scared of ruining what’s more than enough for that fragile heart
It’s pathetic that he’s battling with himself over this
A back and forth between two voices in his mind of his head and heart
Yet it endures as the days whittle down
During this time he becomes interested in tales of love
Specifically that of Houyi and Chang’e
A love bound for tragedy
A simple mortal man in love with someone divine
Requited yet torn apart
Yet despite it all he still loves her and still still mourns and waits
In some sense he hopes for something like this
But for now he resonates with the story
So much so he decided to incorporate the story into a parting gift for you
A bracket
One that is beautifully crafted with his finest stones
Intricately crafted to last
One that is made to pair with his own
It’s a sign that you will forever be the emperors closest friend
But also with the double meaning of a reference to Chang’e
To him you are his Chang’e, his love who shall never age and has to leave despite how much he pleads
And he is Houyi, who can only watch and do nothing but shed tears as you go
As you leave on your stead and ponders if this was the worst pain imaginable
Having you gone is a change of pace that leaves him uneven
There are no more talks of travel
Of warrior’s and battles from far off lands
A new courtesan takes your place but it leaves a bitter taste in his mouth
He wonders if your alright
If your ok
You once talked of a loneliness of being immortal
Seeing those you loved dear die from the passage of time
It’s natural yet it hurts
The loss of Chun Yun was one of the worst pains in his life, but knowing you’d always outlive those you’d grown close to must be hell
He doesn’t want to put you though than once more if he can do something to stop it
He anything but a simple man
And he begins trying to at least look for a solution
It is a neigh impossible task but he tries
And tries
And tries
And years tick onwards
When he lays awaken in silk sheets alone at night he stares at the moon
Taking another mercury pill as he stares at the silvers rays of light
A part of him knows that the pills aren’t his ticket to immortality
But he pushes himself to try anyways
Cause he is so desperate to become immortal for you
So he can be by your side without fear of hurting you in the end by dying
If it came down to it he’d leave everything he’s built till now for it
His empire could be transferred to someone else and he’d be completely fine with it
He’d be fine going back to a simple life
Perhaps he’d even prefer it over all the frugality of court life
And it would all be because of you
Beautiful and kind you who had shown him true love
Not fake nor manufactured to manipulate him to certain ideals or sides
Just true and pure love that formed through meaningful conversations and a beautiful friendship
So he swallows down the silver liquid
Ignoring the taste and how he feels his sanity slipping each time he take yet another
Though he bares heirs in the form of sons he never takes an empress or official partner
For in his heart that place is forever filled by you
And as he lays dying as he tours his beautiful land
The land in which you traversed and loved oh so dearly
He can’t help but smile as his tells his guards to let you in
They cast you glances of curiosity that he straightens out with his glare
He asks for privacy and they comply
Leaving you and him alone yet again like those nights long past where you and him would talk
He raises a hand to caress your face
“I think this is my end, I feel myself slipping every moment”
There is no sadness in his voice, just a chuckle as he gazed up at your beautiful face highlighted by glistening tears
They remind him of diamonds or the morning-dew
“I’m sorry I couldn’t visit sooner-“
“Shhh, it’s alright. What matters is now”
At that you have a small smile that makes his heart beat faster than it had in months
For a long while now he knew he was on the brink of death but still pretended (even to himself) that he’d be fine
He was emperor
The king of kings
But now as he lay in his death bed, Alone with the one person who seen him as he is
He was no longer king, he was Ying Zheng
Someone who was utterly human
A man in pursuit of that horridly consuming emotion of love
Requited or not he didn’t care
All that did matter was that he try, try to make you happy
To ease your emotions of utterly loneliness at loosing almost everyone you come to care for
You don’t curse death but he does in your place
How can he not when he shall never see your face again in the afterlife
You may have accepted death as a natural part of life
That it’s alright you will never see your friends again
But he thinks it’s cruel
A awful fate for someone as radiant as yourself
You seem to see his thoughts and silences them with a smile as a gentle hand cradles his face
All this thoughts of cursing death pause
And he focuses on you
The gentle curve of your face that was shaped with skilled hands
Those tear lined eyes that outshine any jewel in his treasury
A smile that outshined the very sun in the sky
Skin softer than the best silk robes he wears as he awaits death
The harsh cold ranking his body fades away and all he feels is warmth
A warm numbness taking over
You say something but he can’t hear it
He says so in a soft voice that comes out as a whisper
You nod
He’s fading by the moment
A part of him has accepted this fate but the other still fights
Still wishes and begs to just push further
Immortality could still be possible
But as you lean closer that voice quieted down
Both did
All he focused on was you giving him something he had wanted for years
Lips connect and he feels a jolt of many emotions
Joy
Sadness
Relief
And Peace
He swears he sees purple sparks flutter around you like petals of soft flowers
This was your goodbye to him
A kiss of goodbye
A kiss of reciprocated feelings between one another
A kiss of star crossed lovers bound to a fate of their love never working
And a kiss of death
“I hope I have a next life where we may meet again so you don’t have to be alone once more”
After so long of the afterlife and it’s pleasant buzz of apathy he’s suddenly confused when he wakes up
Well more like being woken up by yelling and the sound of breaking things as other men around him look just as disoriented and confused as he was
But then a woman appears, one dressed in white with a otherworldly aura
The look in her eyes is determined and simultaneously baring the weight of the world in them
He gets up from laying down in his casket, silken robes swaying as his feet touch the marble ground
He’s alive once more and somehow younger
In his prime again
In that moment he’s tempted to just leave the room and head out to find you once more but waits
He suspects The ethereal woman standing unafraid in front of him and the various other men who seemed to be warriors is the reason behind this
And has a reason as to why she chose very specific people to seemingly bring back from the dead
And not long after he learns that reason
“The gods want to wipe out humanity. I chose you all to participate in Ragnarok, a battle of 13 chosen contestants against the gods to the death. the determiner of humanity’s fate”
Ah, now that makes sense
But then why did she say 13?
There are 12 fighters here and she doesn’t seem as if she’ll be participating
She seems to most likely be the player in this game
Their her pieces to lead into battle so-
Suddenly his eyes dart to the doors across the room
They open and he watches as a familiar person enters
One who’s face was forever ingrained in his mind from restless nights left awake
Someone with the same smile as the day he first had a real conversation with them
It’s you
Before anyone could react he’s already across the room
Silk robes fluttering in the air as he darts past other warriors of different times eras
You have the same beautiful smile on your face
Arms already open wide as the first emperor crashes into your form
Arms wrapped tightly around you as if you’d disappear if he let go
Words in his mother tongue that was now a dead language fall from his mouth
Hushed rambles unbefitting of a king yet he doesn’t give a fuck
Why should he when your here
He was no king in your presence
For he was just a man with his heart on a platter, handing it to your gentle but weathered hands
It would not matter if you crushed it or treasured it
Only that you accept it
The room is completely quiet as you respond back in the same tongue
Almost as if you’d spoken it everyday and not in literal centuries
he holds back tears that will be saved for later when he had an actual private moment with you
With some hesitation he pulls back
Still feeling as if you’d disappear like sand between his fingers if he let go
But when he does he’s simply met once more with your smiling face
It shines radiantly like the sun, moon and stars
You were his sun, moon and stars
“We have a lot to catch up on Qin”
“Yes we do beloved”
“Beloved? Heh, I wish you had called me that much sooner than years after your death”
“I have some time to make up for that don’t I?”
“Not much…but it should be enough for me. I’ve missed you”
“As did I”
Safe to say after a bit of an explanation from the Valkyrie who introduced herself as Brunhilde the other warriors as hounding him for answers
Particularly cause many of them were apparently some past friends of yours
Some before and after his death
It’s interesting meeting the many he heard about in person
But what’s more is the ones that came after him
The fact that you’d apparently mention him
Or someone close to his description who was very dear to you
It’s odd hearing about his legacy but from your words
They spoke of his character and didn’t focus on the achievements
Highlighted the fact he was a human
A man just like any other who had risen from poverty to power
His misdeeds but also a reason as to why such decisions were made
A balanced perspective
Not like he’d except anything else from you
A true historian through and through
Much had changed throughout the years
The world was completely different from his time, as was his empire
It’s to be expected though and he enjoys learning all that had changed
In the quiet moments you talk he finds himself content
Sure, he’s supposed to be facing a god soon who has a good chance of killing him
But at the moment it doesn’t matter
There’s still time before the matches begin
Still town to train with not only his fellow contestants but also you
Something he particularly was excited about since he’d never seen you seriously fight
Well until now
Your true immortality come full purpose
Wound after wound being instantly healed with a few sparks of purple lightning fizzing around your form
Loud strikes echoing in the training grounds as he watches from afar
Gods he feels weak at the sight of your battle determined face
Violet lightning making your form look even more powerful
A few warriors like Lü Bu and Raiden tease him for being whipped for you
But the others seem to enjoy how this prideful king does a 180 the moment your around
It’s fun and nice
Though they had not known him for long they get the sense he’s a guarded man
Someone who had been hurt and vowed to not show that vulnerability once more
But it seems you had changed that
Breaking through that wall around his heart to let his true self deep through the cracks
While alone with you it’s a calm but joyful experience
You lay in his lap, head readying against his thighs covered in soft silky material
You say he doesn’t have to do so, but he insists
Despite loving in indulging in luxuries it seemingly switched when you were around
Him wanting to instead indulge you in the greatest he could offer
You don’t need it but its nice being cared for
Gently held by warm hands that help the tenseness in your shoulders or plays with your hair
once in his presence you allow yourself to enjoy in this indulgence
Small protests going away as soon as you laid down on hundreds of cushions as he worked his metaphorical magic
Conversations here go beyond what had just changed
Often reminiscing of old court life and what you had done or seen over the years
The people you’d met
The places you’d wished you could have taken him to
Outside of his room is an arena where the weight of the world weighs on both your shoulders
But in here it’s just you both catching up on lost time
Affectionately in each others embrace
Old and new nicknames falling from each others lips
Flowery language long abandoned by the world in a dead language brought back
A love not meant to be now brought back from the ashes like a Phoenix
Sometimes he thinks this is a dream he’ll wake up from
Being cruelly ripped from your loving arms and back into that of deaths cold embrace
But as you kiss comforts into his ears the thought melts away
He was in heaven
This was something he’d fight for
A mere mortal like him in the arms of something Divine
Something that would be frowned upon yet neither of you cared
Not when you’d both awaited to reunite despite fate saying naught
“You make me feel alive…human even”
“Who’s to say you aren’t human in the first place?”
“I’m a soulless being, one made of artificial flesh and lightning coursing through my veins. I’d say I’m hardly human”
“Your the most beautiful thing ever created ”
Your father contrary to Qin’s initial beliefs is practically radiating joy when he meets the former king
Hephaestus is jolly, giving a firm handshake despite being a god
It’s a bit jarring at first
But in a good way
It’s no wonder you become the person you are today, especially with such a gruff yet gentle man that had made you with his bare hands
Smouldering smoke wafts up from the man’s singed beard
Embers glowing softly when you embrace him with the same kindness he exudes
He smells of the forge, metal, sweat, ash and fire
It’s a deep contrast to your more earthy toned one
Something that spoke of adventure and travel
Yet despite the glaring differences your both much alike
A father and his child
Different yet more alike than what meets the eyes
Talk with Hephaestus is easy
Eager to hear of how you both met or ramble about his inventions
The way he seems so genuinely engaged with any type of small conversation makes Qin think of himself as a kid
Someone who everyone looked down upon and never gave the light of day
A begging soul pleading for someone to listen
He feels an knot of rage and pain wind up in his soul
This god was caring, more caring than many of the people he encountered in his life
A man who loved his work
His home
His craft
Yet no one listened
No one cared
No one accept his child and now the human contestants of this arena
The two form a deep friendship
Something formed through similar hardships
A kinship made through the unspoken words of “I get it” and “your not alone”
It makes you happy your father found a friend in the one you hold dearest to your heart
As does Qin who becomes more sympathetic as to why Hephaestus was so happy for you finding love in the first place
A marriage that was unhappy from the start
Trying to make the best of it anyways
Continued sorrow
Heartbreak
Betrayal from a brother
Wanting some type of love from anyone
Qin swears to himself if he’d ever encounter those who had made this man’s life hell he’d put them through the same
No one gets away with hurting someone important to the Emperor
Especially not family
“Treat them right and don’t break their heart boy. That’s all I ask of you.”
“You don’t need to say it twice. You have my word as Emperor”
“Heh, I like you. How about we talk business later, I’d hate to see you break that second requirement due to this whole fiasco”
The 7th round steadily approaches much to your anxiety
It’s noticeable to him how scared you are for him
The other can’t tell but he’s been around you enough to know your quirks
The slight tapping of your finger
Small bursts of violet sparks
The way your eyes seem more cloudy
He does his best to show you not to worry
That he’s strong enough to up against whoever is pitted against him
He spars with Kojiro and even is able to get Buddha to give some extra pointers to ease your mind
It doesn’t do much though
He can’t exactly blame you, once before you saw him die peacefully
But now there’s a chance you’ll see it again in a violent manner
He could already imagine how hard that first death was for you
The second would be devastating
Seeing those tear stained eyes was enough for him to promise himself he’d win no matter the Cost
He’d discard an arm or leg if he had to
But he had to win for you
For humanity that you love with a whole heart
This world was worth protecting
With a sigh he reclines back in the red cushioned throne
Soon he’d be out in that arena
Life or death
This VIP section was nice except for the nosey people already there
Though he wondered where you were, you said you’d meet him here?
Maybe you got lost..,he remembers the time you ended up in a different castle by accident
The memory makes him smile
Even as he’s flipping the man who grabbed him into the ground like he’s nothing
These guys need to humble themselves
Their in the presence of an emperor
The king of kings
Despite saying this aloud the big guy doesn’t get the picture
He blabbers on about being a god before Qin once again flips the man onto the stone ground
The other man though seems amused and offers a drink
One that he kindly accepts as he is about to question if the messenger of the gods can find you-
Turns out this “wasn’t” his room
Something of which you gently tell him with a laugh
Brunhilde looked less amused as you did
As did Ares
But Hermes found it seemingly hilarious
Especially since everyone else in the room can’t help but deadpan as he pulls you into the seat with him
Holding you close as you sigh with a small grin and accept his affection
It is a small moment of comfort
One that both of you know wont last forever
Or wont be guaranteed in the future
Despite that he is confident as ever
Something that makes you want to simultaneously bash your head into a wall about and smile at his unwavering spirit
The emperor’s after him roll out a carpet for him to walk down
But before that he pulls you aside
“Don’t die on me again….” The words are choked up in your throat but your able to get them out after a moment “please Qin, I love you too much to loose you again”
“Have some faith in me. I’m an emperor, king of kings, and you’re my divine being. You have me your blessing of love, that enough will get me through this” the tone in which he says this is both confident and gentle. He kneels down, pressing his lip’s against your knuckles. It leaves the onlooking pair of gods and Valkyrie’s agape.
He gets up, standing on the balcony to jump down towards his carpeted walkway. But just before he can you pull him down and press a passionate kiss against his lips. The crowd goes wild in both confusion and shock. “Call this an extra blessing” at that comment he smiles.
You turn to leave the god area with the two Valkyrie sisters, but not before turning to the two gods. “Sorry for the trouble. I can definitely say though that I won’t be pulling something like that for my round” as you say this you look over your shoulder, surveying their reactions. Ares is shock, Hermes like before is amusement and curiosity. You were a contestant, how interesting.
The fight is long and arduous
Armour enchanted and enchanted by both Hephaestus and his Völunder
Hephaestus couldn’t do too much in case of suspicion but he did make it a bit more durable and light
He’s bloodied and bruised
An arm was lost
But despite it all he won
He won for humanity
Won for you
And somehow in the process won the respect of the god he was faced against
Hades, king of the underworld
The only other man he’d call a king, for he in this fight had truly showed he earned that title
Both went into this battle for someone
But he prevailed in the end cause you were still there to fight for
This wasn’t a fight for revenge like Hades gad set out to do
His fight was to sustain you and the rest of the world
To keep you safe and happy
Preserve the world you loved despite its flaws
Qin Shi Haung for a portion of his life had nothing
But now that he had the love of someone he would do his best to keep it intact
To forever keep a smile on your face to keep his sun in the sky
Despite how much he’s in pain from both his injuries and his Mirror Touch Synesthesia he gives his respect to Hades
His foe
His equal as a king
His friend
Alvitr is screaming in his mind to get to the medbay already but he waits a moment as the dust settles
Both sides after cheering from humans and shock from gods quiets down
Alvitr appears at his side just as injured as he is
She almost tumbles to the ground
Before he can catch her someone jumps out from the stands beside Chun Yan and her son
A kasa hat with a veil trailing behind it fluttering in the wind as the warrior wearing it rushes towards the two
It happens within a split second but your at their sides
Grabbing the two inured winners
“Careful, you won and can’t just go dying on me after all that”
He chuckles at that, leaning into your touch as Alvitr gives a small tired thanks
You smile, your own thank you falling from your lips for protecting him
For making sure he got out of this alive
“Don’t attribute that to me. The entire time this prideful king had someone on his mind” she says this in a cheeky tone as you carry them both back to the medbay
A certain pep in your step
The crowd of both sides watches on with curiosity
In the medbay as they both are put into pods you await by their sides
Watching patiently
A hand against the glass encasing him
Your dad was already at work on a prosthetic for both of them
Something you were grateful for
You think back to the fight
It leaves…and unknown taste in your mouth that’s bitter and sweet
Qin had won
But in the process Hades was dead
You didn’t know your “family” well except for the snippets your father told you
Almost all were bad
All used him for their own goals or belittled him for his appearance
But from what you removed Hades was one who was seemingly neutral
Perhaps even somewhat kind to your father
Thanking him for his work done
Glaring at opposers who insulted him
In that sense he earned your respect
But with the battle you saw more if his character
Poseidon you couldn’t care less about but with Hades you felt more conflicted
Sighing you lean back resting yourself against the pod
There’s silence and then you hear something
Looking down you see his eyes cracked slightly open
His now only remaining hand pressing against the glass just like your own
His eyes close once more and you keep your hand atop his own
A pane of glass separating the two of you
Despite not needing sleep you close your eyes
Resting against the glass
Eventually you feel something draped over your shoulders
Turning your head you see Chun Yun and her son
Both with worried expressions but also happiness
His hand pressed against the glass trying to reach to yours is prof enough he’s still fighting
Fighting for you
And your waiting here for him
The woman who became his mother figure and her son pull up seats near your own
You feel a smile cross your face
“I’d wait till the end of time for you to wake up. Take as long as you need, I’ll be there when you wake”
If only if only the woodpecker sighs the bark on the tree was as soft as the sky why the wolf waits below hungry and lonely he cries to the moon if only if only
can i request something familiar with ruggie x reader, but with leona x reader?
angst to comfort please
I should really write about leona more,,, he's such an interesting character and has basically an open backstory (we know a lot about him but also,,, we don't really know him). it's also nice to see a character with his type of personality every once in a while!! It's a little hard to get him right, though, so sorry if he might be ooc!!!!
TW: Mentions of assassination, little bit of blood but not a ton
Leona Kingscholar had grown up alone.
It was not his fault, no. It was not his fault when he was first born and taken away by servants to be pampered and bathed while his mother recovered; His father was nowhere to be seen- away on a diplomatic trip with his elder brother in who-knows-where. He had spent his first night in a bassinet beside his mother, who held her soft hand atop his stomach that rose and fell with sharp breaths as he stirred in his sleep.
It was not his fault that those who saw his first steps were servants, and not his parents, nor Farena. He would learn over time to accept this fact- the fact that they would not be there for many of his milestones. Royal life was busy, and royal life did not fit the bill for normal family life.
His mother's assassination was not his fault.
Leona thought otherwise, bearing the scar that had been carved atop his eye since he was young- proof of the attack, and his survival. His scar sent a warning, a message, a cruel reminder of what he had witnessed on that day and what he had lost. It carved his soft, round face and highlighted the angry, hurt green glow of his sharp eyes, sunken in and rounded with dark circles.
Nobody could blame the young boy, the second-born prince who had just lost his mother with his father soon on his way to join the late Queen in the stars. His brother had been quickly taken in by councilmen, nobles, and advisors alike- his lessons being sped up in time for him to take the throne with now both the King and Queen absent. Leona had watched as Farena had been pulled from lesson to lesson, pampered by the members of the court as they fussed over whether or not he'd been eating well enough, or if he had been sleeping well.
Nobody asked Leona.
Nobody saw the heartbreak in his eyes and the way his heart sank when those same people would walk right past the small boy, rough bandages still patched over his eye to hide the injuries from the attack. The councilmen didn't stop, didn't ask him how his eye was (terrible, he would have told them. He spent nights in quiet panic over never being able to see again, or wondering if the injury would ever get better as every movement tore at the soft skin of his cheek and sent stabs of pain through his skull). They did not offer to help him, offer him any lessons so he could help his brother after his coronation.
They would not see him as he hid under his mother's blanket in his room, weeping silently with only the soft moonlight that shone through the large windows to comfort him.
The Afterglow Savannah royal family had seen it's fair share of injuries brutal injuries- accident or not. Leona remembered the one time his mother had told him about her father- his grandfather- and how he had fought in one of the wars all those years ago, the pictures of the beastman decorated with scars and maims alike always sent shivers down Leona's spine. The picture hung in the grand hall.
The servants saw it all the time so why, Leona wondered, why do they not look at him with the same awe? Did he not earn his scar? Did he not suffer enough to lose his parents and parts of his vision? Was he not heroic enough?
They would not listen to his cries for help, they would turn their heads when he would scream and cry and stomp his feet.
Leona shouted, pulling at his hair as the servants sneered, trying to hide their annoyed expressions as he slammed his hand on a table, the firm wood giving away to specks of sand that cascaded to the floor. He would look up just in time to see, through his blurred, tear-filled vision, Farena's horrified expression and the way the man took a tentative step back.
They finally listened.
They no longer listened to the young boy for his imagination and wit, they no longer listened for the sake of playing nice to a child who was excited about a small thing he'd seen or heard that day.
They listened out of fear. The fear that they would be turned to sand ran rampant throughout the halls, an echo of his brother's reaction mirrored throuout the castle- the same expression plastered on servant's faces and unsuspecting noblemen when he would sneak between them, the young beastman too close for anyone's comfort.
Everyone held Leona at a distance, and he decided that he would do the same. He could no longer hold Farena's hand as he did when he was a scared child, he could no longer grab onto the maids' skirts when he wanted to talk to them, was watched as though he was a cub when he would hold the texts older than his kingdom in the Royal Library.
On the day of Farena's coronation, Leona felt nothing. He thought he would be somewhat happy for his brother, but he only felt empty- as though the feeling of joy and celebration was stripped away to reveal the bitter envy that the lion man felt.
His brother's wedding went about a similar way. He had only seen the soon-to-be-Queen in passing before the woman was ushered off to prepare for the wedding or to spend time training for her soon Royal position in court- as opposed to her mother's position. Leona stood beside his brother, face stoic as he watched the woman approach the altar. His mind blanked as the man droned on and on, casting a glance up at the balcony to see if he could catch a glimpse of his father watching over the scene.
The lioness approached the teen after the ceremony, sitting beside him and smiling sadly.
"I haven't been able to formally meet you, Leona," Leona frowned, looking away. "How have you been?"
Leona had not been asked that question in years, and the tones of it, the rising and falling of the words as they slipped off her tongue felt foreign to him as he cast a sad glance out over the kingdom from his position on the balcony. He could not bring himself to answer.
He was fourteen now, and he felt as though he should know the answer, know the proper response.
"I've been fine, ma'am," He mumbles, pushing down the annoyance at her expression for a moment- unreadable, but made clear enough that she knew he had been lying. She reaches her hand out for a moment, aiming towards his scar when he gasps and reaches his hand up to block it, staring at the woman wide-eyed. He doesn't realize until it's too late that he had been crying, and that the Queen had merely been trying to wipe his tears away comfortingly; In a manner that was all to similar to the way his mother had when he would get upset as a child.
"Your majesty!" A lady-in-waiting called from the entrance, her ears falling flat against her head when she saw the scene before her. The bride simply stands and turns to Leona, smiling sadly.
"We'll talk again soon, yes?" With that, she walks back into the large ballroom, shoes clicking against the stone. Leona barely catches what the other woman asks her.
"You really shouldn't be around the prince," Her voice wavers, as though she was terrified of the teenager. "He's dangerous. It's rumored that he turns servants to sand when he's upset."
Leona wants to scream, to cry, to march up to the woman and tell her that she's wrong but he could only find the energy to rest against the pillar and close his eyes, drifting off to sleep.
The day Cheka was born, a year later, Leona couldn't bring himself to hold the cub. For the first time in years, he had been too terrified to touch the child. The squirming, pinkish creature in front of him, with little ears and claws and a tail that swung around uselessly as it wailed set off a feeling of discomfort within him. Farena told Leona to hold him, showed him the proper way to hold the newborn cub, but Leona was frozen on the spot, mind racing with images of holding the new heir to the throne only to have the child falling to the ground in piles of sand seconds later. Leona knew the extent of his power, and he knew that one wrong move could end in a disaster.
He scoffed and walked out of the room.
Leona had not seen Cheka again until the next year. He would have his dinners delivered to his room, and then he was off to Night Raven College in the blink of an eye. By the time he returned to the palace, Cheka was now walking and babbling, pulling at curtains and servants and giggling when they would hand him treats, sitting on the ground and slobbering all over the cookie until he was bored and would toss it to the side to pull at something else.
The child had followed him around the whole day. Leona did not spare him a passing glance, nor would he respond to his whines. The servants looked at him as though they were expecting this reaction, now used to the indifference of the second born prince. How? They asked. How could he be so cruel to ignore the new prince?
But whenever he thought about picking the baby up, he was haunted with images of the day his unique magic was discovered. The child did not care, was indifferent to the scar that acted as a warning and Leona's coldness that resulted in everyone keeping their distance. Leona felt annoyed- did he not understand that he just wanted to be left alone? Why now, after all these years, would he be bothered in such a way again?
He went back to school, and returned the day before Cheka's second birthday.
While the kingdom celebrated, the man napped in his room.
That night, he awoke to see the toddler curled into his chest, sleeping peacefully against his uncle. Leona lifted a tentative hand, feeling a lump form in his throat as tears welled in his eyes at the warmth, the love he felt coming from the child. He wrapped his hand in his blanket, and hugged the child close.
Leona, now a grown man, freshly graduated from NRC with the person he swore to marry curled against his chest, smiles to himself. He places a hand against their forehead, feeling them stir and mumble something against him as he tries to relax further, his tail wrapping protectively around their leg. It was the early hours of the morning, and the sun of the savannah had yet to scare off the chill that hung in the air- leftovers of the cold night. The castle was silent, with the servants likely still resting.
"Why're you up..." He hears the human mumble against him, their arms wrapping tighter around his abdomen as he smiles- a smile full of warmth and adoration, lacking the playful and snarky hints that it always held.
"I should be asking you," He pokes them gently, running his claw from their hairline down their cheek, along their chin and tracing circles on their neck until they giggle and the sound echoes throughout his chest, spreading a fluttery feeling that makes him antsy and rids him of the fatigue that normally haunts him in his waking hours.
"I asked first," They bury their face into the crook of his neck. "The sun's not even out yet, let's get back to bed."
Leona hums before going silent and takes the time to stare at their face, continuing to rub his thumb down their neck until his hand rests on their shoulder as it rises and falls with the new wave of sleep that crashes over his human. He tries his hardest to treat them with the gentleness and care that they always do, holding their face in the same way they hold his as their fingers lightly trace over his features, running over his scar and bouncing across his tired face.
He wants to treat them with the same love and affection they had given him- the love and affection that they had taught him to give. At the beginning of the relationship, Leona could admit that he acted coldly- the only affection being the occasion arm around their shoulder or the nudge he would give them when he sat beside him. With how intelligent he was, with all the words in his dictionary, he could not find the proper ones to use to tell them that he didn't know how to love.
He was always alone, and nobody ever taught him how to do these things.
It started small- he would mirror the things they did to him. They would play with his hair, he would play with theirs. They would trace shapes in his back, he would do the same. If they shared their food, he would share his (and then some, not that he would ever admit it.)
Leona would forever be grateful for this silly, brave little human who wandered into his life. This human who helped care for him when he didn't have the energy to get out of bed, who listened to him and put up with him when his annoyance rose to new rights and he snapped.
The first person who held him and let him cry since his mother's passing.
Leona holds the human closer, pressing a soft kiss to their forehead as he curls around them as tightly as possible, slamming his eyes shut in an attempt to block out the light of the rising sun. He buried his face into their hair, trying his hardest to internalize their comforting scent and the way their hands curled into his back, arms dangling loosely from his sides. He tried to memorize the way their heart felt as it beat against his chest, tried to imagine the song of their connected heartbeats as they pressed as close to one another as possible.
He tried to remember the soft sounds of their breath as it came out in breezy puffs against his neck, to remember the wonderful things they'd told him and taught him using their lips that hung open softly. Leona tried to imagine all the amazing things they would say in the futureusing those same lips, that same breath; And all the things that he would finally have the courage to tell them in return, to watch as that breath get's caught in their throat as they gasp or blush or smile in the same way that turned his mind to mush and brought back that familiar, childlike roundness to his features as he softened around them, turned to putty in their hands.
With them, he was safe.
For that, he promised to protect them until the end of their days, the engagement ring on their finger being proof of his promise.
So, this is based off of a commission prompt given to me by @readerwithsalt about an alternative story to the sun and the star since a lot of people disliked the book and the amount of canon material erased, characterization being off, pacing and writing being bad, etc.... and most of all: Lack of Hazel Levesque.
I read the book three days ago since I used to be a huge fan of Nico & Hazel when I was a freshman and also thought it was.... not great. Mostly because it dragged and bored me a bit.
I really liked the idea of this alternative story so I'm making a fancomic, scene for scene chapter style, with a more (in personal opinion) entertaining and juicy plot line. This is more of a side project of mine since I'm currently working on my webtoons.
Read the prompt story on their blog if interested to see where the story is heading.
(Also this is no hate to people who happened to enjoy the book :)
Oh my freaking gods. It has begun. As said above the au story is down below if you guys want to see where the story is going. I am so excited to see more! The designs and lighting are crazy 😭 just beautiful. Go follow @nove-thee on here and instagram!
I was wondering: are there any snippets or some further headcannon for the bleach-khr-fusion you shared a while back for aniseandspearmint? It's an interesting one, especially if Ichigo were to run into other flameactives and grow away from everyone.
Hmmm to be honest, I haven’t really thought much more of this one, but I can do a few headcanons for you (yes this time it really is a few, kind of). Also this just officially became a crossover instead of a fusion gdi send help.
Somehow this evolved to hints of UraIchiYoru pre-relationship.
