The Reader Is The Older/Younger Sibling of Aether and Lumine
Instead of Aether or Lumine Getting Separated , It's The Reader and The Twins
The twins awoke up in the beach together and met paimon
And became the Travelers,
Traveling Teyvat looking for their lost Older/Younger Sibling
As for the Reader Thay became the Abyss Prince or Monarch/Ruler
The Reader Doesn't hate The Seven Archons instead they hate Celestia
[ Ps: I think that the Seven Archons did not have a choice but attack Khaenri'ah because Celestia will threaten to harm their people if they don't obey.
it will make sense because Venti & Zhongli Gave Up ther gnosis to the Tsaritsa/The Cryo Archon
because I believe that the Tsaritsa is trying to stop Celestia by using the Ginosis
Like Zhongli is One Of The Smartest people in Teyvat, so we will he make a contact to give up his gnosis to a bad person on purpose, and Venti could easily defeat La Signora if he wishes
In my opinion, Venti is the strongest of the Seven like because he's a Wind Sprit he is literally made of Wind or in this case Anemo
His gnosis rambles a queen chess piece, and in chess, the Queen is the most powerful piece]
I also believe that the Travelers are Immortal the they said the Thay have traveled countless words and "We have always had enough time" that's the biggest hint that they are Immortal
Mabey The Reader And The Tsaritsa made an agreement to help each other
Like the Abyss don't hurt the people of Snezhnaya and the Fatui don't hurt the people of the Abyss and mabey ask them to help find a cure for the people of Khaenri'ah
Midoriya: It’s not about looks, Hito. What’s valuable is on the inside...
Shinsō: Izu . . .
Midoriya: For example, someone's heart.
Shinsō: Aw... Stop it-
Midoriya: It could be purchased for more than a million dollars, you know.
Shinsō: Seriously, stop.
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Fuyumi: So, what's it like living with Shigaraki?
Natsuo: They once referred to sand as "heterosexual glitter."
Tōya, Shoto & Fuyumi: . . .
Natsuo: I love them so much.
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Rin: You borrowed a crane?
Twice: Not exactly.
Kourgiri: You stole a crane?!
Twice: Exactly.
Rin: 🤷
Kourgiri: 🤦♂️
Twice: 😌
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Dabi: Hey, HandJob. Why did the chicken cross the road?
Shigaraki: To get to the other side?
Hawks: You were supposed to say “I dunno, why?“
Shigaraki: Uh... fine. I don’t know. Why did it cross the road?
Dabi: To get to the idiot’s house.
Shigaraki: ...Ok?
Hawks: Hey, Handy Boi . Knock knock.
Shigaraki: No.
Hawks: You were supposed to say “who’s there?”
Shigaraki: Fine... let’s get this over with. Who’s there?
Dabi & Hawks: The chicken.
Shigaraki:
Dabi:
Hawks:
Shigaraki: Listen, hear you little shits-
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Shoto: When do you usually go to sleep?
Hitoshi: Whenever I collapse is entirely up to the gods.
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Twice: If you see me talking to myself, go away! I’m self-employed and we’re having a staff meeting!
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Inko: That's it, you're grounded! Izuku, no Pranks for you! Himko, no Stabbing for you! , Tenko no Video games for you! Rin And ... oh my god, is there anything that you love?
Rin: Revenge.
Inko: No vengeance for you.
Rin: I was going to say, "I'll get you for this," but I guess that's off the table.
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Shoto: What are y’all’s favorite things to wake up to?
Izuku: Breakfast in bed!
Tomura : Game Updates.
Rin: My favorite thing to wake up to is not waking up at all.
Rin: The screams of my enemies are a close second though.
Shoto:！Σ(￣□￣;)
Izuku: (ーー;)
Tenko: d(^-^)
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Kourgiri: Are we really going to let Izuku keep Todoroki & Shinsō ?
Rin 「Reader」 : Self-care is suppressing all your trauma until it comes back and hits you in the face with the force of 14 very large trucks.
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Toga: And now for a gay update with Dabi, Rin, & Hawks
Shigaraki: Getting gayer.
Toga: Thank you, Boss!
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Toga holding a scooter: Rin! Can I go outside and play with this?
Rin: Sure, whatever. I'm not your parent, okay?
Toga, running outside: Thanks, Rin!
Rin, running out after them and screaming: NOT ON THE STREET! STAY AWAY!
The L.O.V, Todo Siblings, Etc: *Cricket noises*
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Kourgiri: Why can't any of you ever clean up after yourselves?
Shigaraki: I have a person who does that for me.
Kourgiri: Yeah, ME.
Shigaraki: I'm glad you agree
Kourgiri: 😮💨
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Midoriya: Rin-nii , I beg of you. Please, PLEASE go to the doctor.
Rin: Hey, I'm sorry. Is this OUR stab wound?
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Bakugō: I’m really glad “fight me” has replaced “sue me” in the common vernacular because I don’t have money, but I do have fists, and I am always angry.
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Shigaraki: Do you ever get pre-annoyed? Like you already know someone is going to piss you off?
Rin: What? No, I—
Dabi: *enters room*
Shigaraki: *jaw clenches*
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Sero: Guess who just found out the difference between wax paper and parchment paper the hard way?
Kaminari : Wait, what’s the difference?
Sero: One you can use in the oven safely, and the other you can also use in the oven... if the thing you are trying to make happens to be fire.
Hare Are some BNHA — MHA Incorrect Quotes + Male/NB/GN! Reader
* This Will Be My AU
* OCC [Out Of Character]
* UA Is A University Or College Instead Of A High-School
* The First Years Are "19" Years old
* The Second Years Are "20" Years Old
* The Third Years Are "21" Years Old
* The Reader Is An Adult "24 - 29" You can Pick
* The Others Age Will Stay The Same
* There Will Be Ship So If You Don't Like Don't Read
* Ships Are. . . .
* EraserMic - 「Aizawa Shōta x Yamada Hizashi」
* TodoShinDeku - 「Todoroki Shoto x Midoriya Izuku x Shinso Hitoshi」
* Natshig - Todoroki Natsuo x Shimura Tenko 「Shigaraki Tomura」
* Hot Wings x Reader - 「Todoroki Tōya 「Dabi」 x Takami Keigo 「Hawks」x Reader」
* Reamber This Is My AU So The Ships Are NOT Toxic
*I Will Explain The AU Later
* The Reader Died In The And Reacneted In The MHA—BNHA Universe 170 Years In The Past All Before Canon
* The Reader's Personalty Is Based Of Me So Beware
*The Reader Is Emotionless Or/And Have A Hard Time Understanding And Expressing Ther Emotionans, They Have Trust Issues, Atachment Issues, Depression, Mommy & Daddy Issues, Self-Esteem Issues
* The Romance Will Be Slow Burn
* This Will Be A Bit Of A Fix-It
* "Dad For Two" Au Don't Worry He Is a Decant Dad & Husband
Main Quirk: C̷͈͖͘o̶͔͚̓͗̒̔̑̑́̕ͅp̸̘̥̮̏̄̔y̴̟̱̳̤̠̞̪̺͚͊̄ͅ,̴̨̯̼͇̩̻͎̳̮͙̅̈́̋͗̀̓̏̚Ě̸̺͕̬͔͗͛͜d̶̤͕̬̲̹̖͛̄̂̀͐̂į̶͔̥̺̙͎̲̩͓͕͌̇ț̸̇͐,̶̧̗͉̬̘͚̀̓̅͌̀͗͘͘P̴͖͓̀͑̓̃͊̿̋̄́͘ă̸͓̤̰̰̮͍͉̞̤͂̿̆́̓̍̕̚͝ͅş̷̪̺͒̎̐̊̕t̴̗̦͎̄͋͊͑̅̕̕͝e̸̢̪̜̙̳̘͍͆̽̉̒͒
Allows the Reader To Copy Other Quirk(s) & Keep The Said Quirk(s) .
The Reader Can Edit the Quirk to a certain extent.
For example, Shigaraki quirk if the Reader copped the Quirk the Reader Can Edit the said Quirk Tarn Off When not needed.
2️⃣ Quirk: Necromancy
「Necromancy powers encompass a wide range of abilities centred around manipulating death, life force, and the undead. These powers include summoning and controlling undead, animating corpses, manipulating souls, and even potentially defying death. Some examples include raising skeletons, summoning zombies, creating undead thralls, and even manipulating the souls of the living or dead.
Here's a more detailed look at some common necromancy powers:
Summoning and Controlling Undead:
This is a fundamental aspect of necromancy, allowing practitioners to raise and control various types of undead, such as skeletons, zombies, and wraiths.
Animating Corpos:
Necromancers can use their powers to animate corpses, giving them a semblance of life and allowing them to be controlled or manipulated.
Soul Manipulation:
Necromancy can involve interacting with souls, potentially summoning them, binding them to objects or individuals, or even transferring souls between bodies.
Life Force Manipulation:
Necromancers can often tap into life force, either drawing it from living beings or transferring it to the undead or even to themselves.
Death Magic:
Necromancy is closely related to death magic, and practitioners can often use their abilities to cause death, inflict damage that bypasses normal defenses, or even heal with dark magic.
Defying Death:
In some settings, necromancy can offer the possibility of defying death, such as through resurrection or creating a form of immortality.
Undead Thralls:
Necromancers can create undead thralls that follow their commands, acting as a personal army or workforce.
Soul Communion:
Necromancy can also involve communicating with the spirits of the dead, potentially gaining knowledge or insights from them.」
3️⃣ Quirk: Umbrakinesis, or Sciakinesis
「Umbrakinesis, or Sciakinesis, is the ability to mentally generate and manipulate darkness, the absence of light. One with this ability can even deactivate and repulse or travel through shadows (see Shadow Travel)」
3️⃣ Quirk: Lunakinesis
「Lunakinesis is the power to create, shape and manipulate all aspects of a moon/moons, including its gravity and the effects it has on the planet, reflective surface, time-keeping and its use of lunar energy.」
4️⃣ Quirk: Reality warping
「Reality warping is the ability to change, create, or even destroy parts of or the entirety of reality. Basically, the user can freely control and alter reality, potentially even having complete control over it.」
5️⃣ Quirk: Technokinesis
One could psychically move digital or electronic devices about, as though by Telekinesis. In addition, one could psychically shape mechanical devices into tools and constructs, at will. One can also psychically activate and/or deactivate machines, at will
6️⃣ Quirk: Hacking
A "hacking manipulation" superpower, in the context of fictional superpowers, would likely involve the ability to manipulate digital systems, data, and even the physical world through technological means. This could include hacking into computers, networks, and devices, as well as manipulating the code, data, and even the physical hardware itself.
Here's a more detailed breakdown of what such a power might encompass:
Core Capabilities:
Access and Control:
The user could gain unauthorized access to any computer or network, and exert control over its functions.
Data Manipulation:
The user could read, modify, create, or delete data on any device or network, potentially even altering the physical reality through computer-generated effects.
Code Manipulation:
The user could write, rewrite, or even remove code, potentially affecting the functionality of any software or hardware.
Physical Device Control:
The user could control physical devices connected to the internet, such as robots, appliances, or even vehicles.
Information Control:
The user could manipulate information stored on the internet, such as news, social media posts, or even government records.
Beyond Basic Hacking:
Digital Warping:
The user could manipulate the digital world to affect the real world, such as causing glitches in reality or altering physical objects through digital means.
Virtual Reality Manipulation:
The user could enter or manipulate virtual realities, potentially influencing the experience of others in those spaces.
Internet of Things Control:
The user could control any device connected to the internet, including everyday objects like refrigerators or smartwatches.
Security Bypass:
The user could easily bypass any security measures, such as firewalls or encryption, making it difficult to protect against their manipulation.
Possible Applications:
Accessing Sensitive Information:
The user could access confidential data, secrets, or even military information.
Disrupting Systems:
The user could disrupt critical infrastructure, like power grids or communication networks, potentially causing widespread chaos.
Influencing Public Opinion:
The user could manipulate online information to spread misinformation or control public discourse.
Creating Digital Illusions:
The user could create fake identities, alter online records, or even create digital illusions to deceive others.
Developing Advanced Technology:
The user could use their power to develop new technologies or inventions beyond the current state of the art.
I reblogged her late last year and my 2024 has been very satisfying work-wise and (secure enough to not stress out) money-wise so far. Money Snake is wise and good.
Although not going by the term "asexual" yet, asexuality was spoken about alongside homosexuality as far back as the 1890s. Asexual history is just as vital to queer history as any other term and I'm so tired of watching us being treated like a new thing
a.note Had this idea and it was really fun to write !! I thought it was so cute aaaa drunk confessions are one of my favs
Xiao's not one to drink, not at all actually. Usually it's you calling him, hanging on his shoulder as he carries you back to your house and puts you to bed. However, he claims he holds his liquor well, it's a constant arguement between the two of you but you're glad he is the way he is when he's tipsy.
"y/n.." he stumbles and trips over his feet, falling into your arms.
"Xiao !" you lunge forward to catch him, right before he falls to his knees. Taking him by the arm and using you shoulder as support, you both slowly make your way to your house for him to sober up.
Before you could go to get Xiao a cup of water, he grabs onto your arm, " I'm so tired y/n" his face still slightly red from the wine.
"tell me why" you question, sitting in front of him
"why you won't notice me", he stares at you "the way i notice you," The blush on his face deepens, as he buries his face in his hand. "It's so tiring, pretending the way I like you is ok, when really my heart can't take it anymore"
"Xiao, wait, i love you too, you know that?" bringing the cup of water to his lips, "but tell me when you're sober", before the two of you lay on the bed, slowly drifting to sleep.
Bonus :
"I would never do that." Back to his stoic behaviour, he constantly denies ever getting drunk.
"Whatever you say Xiao !" you shrug your shoulders. " it doesn't change the fact that you didn't deny your confession !"
" That's because it's true, love"
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✧ some way or another, every member of the global pop sensation 6REEZE has fallen head over heels for you.
✧ kunikuzushi, venti, kazuha, heizou, aether, xiao ; fluff, slight hurt comfort ; idol au ; not proofread
the first to be sucked into your irresistible gaze is kunikuzushi, known as the main dancer kuni to 6REEZE’s devoted fanbase, STORM’S EYE. it’s almost funny, considering how kuni is known for being the sharpest and most angry member of the group, who dismissively flicks his hand at fans pleading for his autograph. somehow, it was always you who was able to see past his thorny exterior to the blazing passion underneath.
as the group’s manager, you know almost everything about each of the boys, from their favorite colors to their most coveted dreams. only kuni refused at first to open up to you, calling it a waste of time because he had more important things to do than team-building. there were some tiny hints of disappointment on your face whenever he opted out of the group hangouts early, but you never forced him into anything, no matter how eager everyone else was.
yet, there was some tiny part of him, buried far beneath, that almost wanted you to make him. to be given an excuse to learn more about you, and to be known as well as you knew the other boys. he never acted on it, and so it’s by complete chance the first time you show having knowledge of him beyond what he’s voluntarily shared.
he was in the rehearsal room, packing up his bag and wiping the sweat off his brow after another long day of practice. while his singing and rapping skills were mediocre – for an idol, of course, which made them still far above average – he had been scouted solely for his skill at dancing and thus had to train much more in that area than any other. while it was his passion, he still found himself exhausted beyond belief at the end of the day.
you opened the door without looking up, talking on the phone to someone about future marketing plans (i’m sorry, but if you want heizou to model that line then you need to take aether too because he doesn’t have enough deals yet). kuni cleared his throat.
your head shot up and your eyes landed on him. “kuni!” you said, sounding surprised and ending the call with a tap of your finger. “oh, do you want this? here – ” you dug in your tote for a moment, then tossed a bottle to him. startled, he threw out his hands and almost fumbled the catch.
“ragnvindr energy?” he read the label out loud. the neon pink coloring on the plastic wrap almost hurt his tired eyes, but he was still able to discern the title. “what is this?”
“isn’t that your favorite brand?” you asked, sounding surprised.
“yeah, but – how would you know that?” he said, the usual bite in his voice gone, replaced by confusion as he stared at the bottle. you tilted your head. “well, you bring it practically every day and keep it in your bag, so,” you shrugged, “i just noticed. that one’s my favorite, so i thought i’d have you try it too. which flavor do you like best?”
there was some strange pulse of feeling through his chest at those words. that casual recognition, the easy way you stated that you had noticed something about him. that you were paying attention. He couldn’t explain why it felt so important. so heady and exhilarating in a way that almost rivaled the feeling of dancing.
“green tea,” he said, without thinking. “the more bitter it is, the better.”
you laughed, and he sucked in a breath. the sound was like – the first rays of light peeking over the horizon in the morning; like rain drumming on leaves in the midst of a storm. like music. so easily, he could be lost in that rhythm the way he gets swept into a song even in just the first few beats of an addictive melody.
“green tea, huh. you aren’t supposed to have that much caffeine, but i saw how hard xiao was pushing you today.” you lifted your shoulders in a what can you do gesture, then pressed your index finger to your lips. “maybe try to drink more water in the future, but for now you definitely deserve this. let’s keep it our secret, okay?”
“o-okay,” kuni stumbled over the word, surprise still freezing his wide-eyed expression in place, hating the choked breath lingering in his throat as you smiled back at him. a blush rose to his face at the sight, coloring the apples of his cheeks bright red. “thanks.”
“of course! once this next m/v comes out, you’ll have more room to breathe,” you said reassuringly. “just hold out til then.” he nodded, not trusting himself to speak without his voice cracking embarrassingly. what is this? [name] of all people, causing this reaction? get yourself together! they’re just your damn manager, not your –
he silenced his inner thought before it could finish that humiliating sentence.
“well, see you later,” you said, waving goodbye and leaving the room as you tugged your phone out of your bag, already returning to your itinerary of plans to make. there was silence for a long moment, his eyes still focused sightlessly towards the door. kuni looked at the bottle in his hand, turning it over multiple times before unscrewing the cap, lifting it up, and dumping the whole thing over his head.
he stood there for a moment, the smell of artificial sunsettia flavoring soaking through his hair and cool, sticky juice dripping down his cheeks, soaking into his long sleeved exercise shirt, and pooling at his feet, an speechlessly angry and dumbfounded expression on his face. the heat in his cheeks refused to dissipate. then he took a deep breath in, hoisted his bag over his shoulders, and headed for the showers.
the second person to be enchanted by you is venti, the main singer, with a pleasant, boyish voice that can go unexpectedly deep and serious. considered immature and childish, he’s also the most rebellious of the group, in a way; the one who would disappear for hours at exactly the wrong times, fetching expensive gifts for the other members and interrupting meetings with the company heads to interject his own opinions on music and production.
this was yet another day that he was spending doing the opposite of what he was meant to; visiting a local café, one of his personal favorites because of their cutely decorated cakes and lattes, wearing thick black sunglasses and a face mask.
currently, he was hurrying away from the café, holding a bag with a small box of petit fours and a caramel-apple flavored special edition coffee, trying to lay out his plans for the rest of the day. i just need to get out of here, then i’ll get right back to the company and start practicing again. it’ll only be about ten minutes to go straight home, it shouldn’t take that long…
“oh my god! is that venti?! like, from 6REEZE?!”
… damn it.
“can i please get a photo? i love 6REEZE, i know all your songs! i have, like, every single photocard released since you debuted!” the nervous babble of the girl who spotted him was admittedly somewhat flattering. “h-hey, sure, a photo’s fine!” venti said, a dazzling smile leaping to his face as he bent slightly to make a peace sign at the camera. the girl clutched her phone in both hands as she took the photo, like it was a priceless item of some kind.
“oh, me too, please! you’re my favorite!” begged her friend, bouncing excitedly; her hysterical voice reached a new pitch as venti did finger hearts in her photo. “hey, what’s going on over there?” “what, is he some kind of celebrity?” voices began to bubble through the crowd at the noise, and soon enough, there was an entire group of people shoving up against him, asking for pictures and autographs and asking questions that he could barely hear.
panic was starting to burn in his chest, flustered words of hey, excuse me, i’ve really got to go spilling from his lips, with no end in sight to the mayhem. then, he spotted a familiar figure; you, hand shielding your eyes from the sun, peering out over the crosswalk for, presumably, him. your gaze lit on the commotion, and then on him. your jaw dropped slightly in surprise at the uproar being caused simply by his presence.
he made eye contact with you through the crowd, panic sparking in his eyes, an unmistakable help me forming on his lips. there was annoyance on your face, and for a second he thought you were going to leave, but instead you opened your mouth as wide as it would go and shouted, “HEY! IS THAT CHILDE FROM DCKZ?” pointing – somewhat unkindly – at a random passerby, a tall boy with bright ginger hair.
screams rose from the crowd, the unique sound of teenagers seeing their favorite, most handsome celebrity crush, and in the following roar of sound as the poor boy was swarmed without warning, venti was able to slip away, flicking his sunglasses back down onto his face.
you met him in the center of the crosswalk, quickly starting to walk again. you chided him gently, smacking his arm with the back of your hand at his impulse to suddenly disappear, and he apologized, only sort of meaning it.
“part of me is kinda annoyed that someone like childe would get more attention than me,” venti remarked wryly, hooking his mask with one finger and pulling it back over his face, careful to tuck his two toned braids into the back of his hoodie. “with his one-note singing, he shouldn’t have half the audience i do.”
“sure, but don’t worry, that won’t last for long,” you said, your eyes sparkling with determination as you strode confidently through the streets; venti’s slightly shorter legs scrambled to keep up with your quick, assertive pace. “you’ll be a superstar someday. i’ve always been sure of it.”
there was a sudden, strange feeling of a lump in his throat; his green eyes flickered to your back, the 6REEZE tour hoodie that you were wearing and its list of sold out dates written down the smooth, high quality fabric, and strange whispers of memory fluttered into his mind. a thousand days spent practicing, the moments right before rising onto the stage, his heart pounding so hard he could barely think and sick nervousness boiling in his stomach, rendering him almost unable to speak. and you, of course, holding out a water bottle, a sheet of lyrics, a helping hand, as always.
his breath caught and a frantic whirl of thoughts spilled into his mind. the feeling that there’s something he was always overlooking before, something obvious that he never noticed even though it was right in front of his face, like he was missing something crucial, something so important that now that he had noticed its absence it was like a puzzle piece had been cut out of his still beating heart.
wind blew past his face, and time seemed to slow down in the next second; you turned, a smile flitting to your lips and the words “hey, go a bit faster!” falling into the air as your hand flashed out, connecting the space between you, and grabbed his wrist. in that moment, there was no other way to describe you than… angelic, with golden sunshine drenching your face, your fingers cool against his skin, and he struggled, suddenly, to take air into his lungs.
“anyway, what did you leave for?” you asked, abruptly breaking the spell. venti shook his head, disoriented. “w… what? oh – i,” he held up his paper bag sheepishly. “i wanted to get a coffee.”
“oh? from where?”
“just this café i like,” he said, almost embarrassed of the answer. “well, can i try something?” you asked. he fumbled in the bag for a moment before taking out a small pastry, a layered cube of strawberry shortcake. you popped it into your mouth and chewed for a moment, and he found himself holding his breath with the hope that you would like it.
“wow, that’s really good,” you said with surprise. “can i come with you next time?”
there was no excuse for the shot of adrenaline that rushed through him at the innocent question, and he was so thankful that you weren’t facing him as a giddy smile crossed his face. “sure thing!” he said, brightening, and quickened once more to continue in pace with you.
the third person to melt into your fascinating mind is kaedehara kazuha, the songwriter of the group and main rapper; a fan favorite for his calm and relaxing exterior that belies a fierier soul underneath. it helped, of course, that he wrote extremely popular and romantic songs. you had a strong friendship with him, as he was the member you had known the longest, practically since he was a trainee and you were both much younger.
right now, he was laying on the floor of your apartment and listening to a demo track of a new song, already planning the words to the sweet, delicate piano melody, while you sat on the couch scribbling in a spiral bound notebook, eyebrows knit in a concentrated expression. you heaved a sigh, ripping out a sheet of paper and crumpling it into a ball before tossing it on the floor frustratedly. kazuha paused the music. “what’s wrong?”
“i’m just – trying to figure this out,” you sighed. “the words just won’t come to me.”
“what are you writing?”
“… poetry,” you said begrudgingly. when he laughed, hiding the surprised and excited thump his heart made when he heard that word, and then the following shock at those emotions, you threw a pillow at him. “stop it! you write this kind of thing too!”
“yes, but i get paid to do it,” he pointed out, refraining to mention that it was also his main pastime outside of his idol duties. “can i see it?” you shook your head instantly, and his lips tugged downwards into a frown. so, [name] writes poetry. what a coincidence. his eyes glittered, fixing his unhappy look on you.
you closed your notebook and gave him a big smile, slightly pained in a way he could only recognize due to your years of friendship. “really, it’s just a hobby. it’s about time for dinner anyways. shall i start making something?”
“no, show me,” he requested, tilting his head, dark red eyes locked onto yours. “please?” he wanted to see them so badly, a hint of desperation seeped into his voice. he almost cringed at that sound. but why was he so curious? of course, he inexplicably loved the idea that you had one of the same hobbies as him. composing poetry and songs? it was as if you were made to be together.
he bit down hard on the inside of his cheek, and tasted salt on his tongue for a second, the pain jolting him back into his right mind. partners, of course, is what he meant. friends. nothing more than that. how could he be having such stupid thoughts about you, his oldest friend?
your voice drew him into reality again. “okay, fine, just don’t judge me. it’s… really dumb,” you admitted, closing your eyes and cracking open the spine of the notebook. kazuha ran his fingertips over the paper, ridged with line after line of your cramped handwriting in thick ink. as he took in the contents of the pages, his eyes widened. this is…
“a love poem?” he said aloud. you squeezed your eyes shut as he started to read the words halfway down the page. “… lost to me like dandelion fluff / i grasp for another handful / another breath, wishing for you cupped in my hands.” he rocked backwards, clapping his hand over his mouth not soon enough to muffle the laughter.
your cheeks colored and you snatched the notebook back. “ugh, kazuha! get out of here! i didn’t even finish it yet!”
“no, no! i’m not laughing at you!” he said, though he was a bit. such a tacky way of words, and yet… “it’s just so sentimental, i never would have expected this from you. it’s, sort of sweet.”
“well, you never know,” you said, placated slightly by his words. “and anyway, i’d never show it to anyone but you. it’s just for fun.”
you’d never show it to anyone but me? logically, he knew there were a thousand reasons for you to say that, ranging from him being another poet, to him being your close friend. and yet, he latched onto the one he wanted the most.
“who’s it for?” he asked, as casually as he could, as calmly and slowly as he could. as if there was no meaning behind that question at all. as if the idea that such a poem could maybe, possibly be for him didn’t make his heart explode into fireworks of joy, without him even knowing why. no, not quite; of course, he knew why. his job was writing love songs, anyway. he had just never thought that of all people, it would be you who caused these feelings he’d sang about a thousand times yet never experienced.
“i’m not telling,” you said, sticking your tongue out childishly before looking embarrassed. his heart plummeted into his stomach. even though it was an answer to be expected. he couldn’t explain this crushing disappointment at your refusal to speak. “w-well, anyway… why don’t we go get something to eat now?”
it was unmistakably an escape from a conversation you didn’t want to continue. yet, kazuha wanted to ask you to wait, so he could see another poem of yours. even if it led to heartache, he wanted to know so badly that it almost hurt. the possibility of you writing something like that for him was something he wanted more than anything in that instant. and yet…
more than that, he wanted you to be comfortable around him. that was truly what he wanted most. so… “okay, sure,” he obliged, and you set down your precious notebook as the two of you stood to leave, him casting one more glance towards it and wondering after its tantalizing contents.
as you both stood in the elevator, waiting for its descent to the bottom floor, he turned to you. “hey, what was the name of that poem again?”
“dandelions,” you said, another embarrassed flush tinting the tips of your ears. “it’s silly, but— ”
“no, it isn’t. dandelions,” he repeated, the word tingling on his tongue. it felt like he was on the verge of something new, somehow, that familiar warm, sparking feeling he always got right before an idea for a brand new project. “i like it.”
the next single is soon released, titled wishes in the breeze, a heartfelt ode laced with sugary-sweet declarations of love for an unknown person. you find a copy of the tape– its cover plastered with an image of the boys sitting together with their backs to the camera, kazuha in the middle, one eye showing as he turns his head– outside your apartment door; in the liner notes of the tape are shreds of a poem in red ink.
the third to fall prey to your beauty is shikanoin heizou, the main visual and most outgoing, charismatic member of 6REEZE. of course, he’s quite talented as the other members, but his true strength is in his magnetic personality that draws in new fans almost every day. he always knows just what to say, a perfect comeback locked and loaded on his tongue and ready to burst no matter what the situation is.
after wishes in the breeze won ‘best new pop song’ at a prestigious teyvat awards event, you and 6REEZE were invited to a celebration dinner with many other famous artists. heizou was standing with the other members and holding small talk with a punk-pop girl band trio that recently released an album that swept the awards, golden apple.
“heya, [name] just came in,” the shortest girl said, tilting her head towards the entrance. “ain’t that ya manager, heizou?” he smiled instantly, and agreed, “ah, yes!” with a gleeful look on his face. “i wasn’t sure they were going to show up, they don’t usually like big crowds, but i guess this was too important of an opportunity to pass up.”
he swiveled to greet you, hand already raising in a wave, and as his gaze landed on you, the world seemed to stop turning for a moment, the words falling out of his mouth and disappearing.
highlighted underneath the dancing lights, there you were; in a forest green tuxedo, the silken material of your sleeves almost glowing as you rubbed the back of your neck nervously. your hair was styled in such a way that you looked like royalty, sweeping over your shoulders, and when you turned your head slightly and the bright color of your eyes was caught in the glimmer from the spotlights above, he could just feel his heart in his throat and the bittersweet taste of longing.
heizou was unable to speak for a few seconds, almost unable to breathe. it was lucky for him that kazuha caught sight of you and waved you over, because he couldn’t get a single syllable out, let alone a greeting. you crossed the room to the small group.
“how fancy,” kuni scoffed, sharp nose turned up as he jutted out his chin. “no wonder it took you so long to get here, primping like this.”
you pulled at your sharp collar. “it’s a little stifling,” you said with just a hint of sweat to betray your flustered interior underneath your calm expression. “i don’t usually get dressed up like this, but… it’s for such a special occasion, and it’s a little fun too – ”
“it looks amazing, [name]!” venti exclaimed, stars in his eyes as he grabbed your hand and pumped it up and down. “seriously, the best! you didn’t have to go so all out for us, we would have been happy with just a fancy sash or something,” he laughed. you accepted his handshake without a change of expression, as the other boys oohed and aahed dutifully.
“i mean, come on! this is so fancy, i’m shocked to see [name] all dressed up and looking sharp! i wish we could see you like this more often,” venti continued, turning to look at heizou with a smile. “right?”
the question was surely meant innocently, as a query for the other contender for flirtiest member. it was most likely that venti had expected only a oh yes, it’s quite stunning, but not as stunning as [name]’s cute face by itself. but heizou had no smart remark, instead offering only a “yeah, it’s fine,” with a flat, unchanging face, before turning on his heel and practically running for the exit. “hey!” venti said, surprised, as if trying to call him back, but it was no use; the red-head boy was already out of earshot in a matter of seconds.
“ah… ? heizou?” you said, taken aback as you watched heizou’s rapidly retreating frame. “did i… do something wrong?” a strange sadness seemed to fill your chest, and your hand fell away to rest limply by your side.
pushing through the double doors, heizou finally managed to escape. he ducked around a corner, hunching over and staring at the floor, his breathing fast with exertion and agitation. “that’s… just not fair,” he mumbled into his hand, palm pressed to his mouth and face burning red. “to suddenly show up in something like that? it’s practically playing dirty… ”
he sunk to the floor, getting dust on the legs of his suit, but he barely noticed, burying his face in his hands with only thoughts of you rushing through his head. he had no doubt the others were wondering after him, but there was no chance he could go back in his current state, barely able to think straight.
“man, [name]… you really are dreamy.”
though the mood of the celebration was dampened by heizou’s partial absence and your dejection, you managed to go to bed that night with a smile on your face due to the fun atmosphere and the others making a special effort to cheer you up. the next time you saw heizou, he presented you with a gift box tied in an intricate knot with a silk ribbon. inside, was a less formal version of that outfit, in a popular style that you could wear out on the street.
“because you said you thought it was fun,” he says, tucking his hands behind his back to conceal their shaking. “i thought you would like something like this. to wear whenever you want. but if it’s too much, or silly, i – ”
“i love it, heizou,” you say firmly, cutting him off. “thank you.” when you hesitantly pulled him into a hug, his arms came up automatically to wrap around your back, his breathing almost stopping with an nervous thrill that traveled up his spine. he wondered for a second if you could feel his heartbeat and how fast it was pounding inside his chest, before pushing the thought aside and letting himself just feel the warmth of your arms for that short moment.
the fifth person captivated by your kindness is aether, the youngest member and the least experienced, with no solid lead position. every person in 6REEZE has their fair share of fans, but he had a noticeable lack of support compared to the others; the company that managed the group, SHOGUNATE ENTERTAINMENT, just seemed to have it out for him, barely giving him any solos or spending any time marketing him.
of course, no one ever voiced their concerns at his treatment aloud, not when he seemed so truly optimistic. nobody wanted to be the person to make that grin disappear. spending all day, every day practicing, waving the others off when they asked him to take a break, every moment was dedicated to the betterment of his idol persona, never letting that golden smile drop from his face.
it felt like it was a thousand degrees on the set of their next m/v, yet aether was still practicing, the sound of their upcoming release today and tomorrow blaring through his ears. it was the only song he had heard in at least a week, but he couldn’t take a break for even a second if he wanted to remember the whole thing without one mistake.
when his twenty-third(? he lost count around number fifteen) runthrough of the song finally finished, leaving him kneeling on the floor, he shut off the music. in the silence of the empty room, there was some kind of pounding still echoing in his head, making it hard for him to think straight. as he rose to his feet, his vision blacked out for a moment.
“aether, you’re still here?” said a sudden voice, laced with surprise. he looked up to find you, apparently having just entered and in the midst of rearranging a couple of set pieces. as your gaze traveled over him, your eyes widened slightly. “are you okay? you look so pale.”
“yeah, ‘m fine, just – just tired,” he mumbled, swaying on his feet slightly. your worried expression swam before his eyes. “is it hot in here, or… ?” were his last words before he stumbled and fell, the ground rushing up to meet him faster than he could react with his exhausted, nonresponsive limbs, eyes closing and unable to think properly.
huh… ?
the world pulsed around him in blinking black dots. somehow, he hadn’t hit the ground yet. it felt wrong that he would still be falling; he forced his eyes open with great struggle, and found that you had caught him. how strange… why couldn’t i move… ?
you gently lowered yourself to the floor, allowing him to rest his head against your leg. “aether,” you said, your voice pained and worried, “how hard have you been practicing? have you taken any breaks today?”
“no, i was trying to learn the choreography without – ” the words caught in his dry throat, breath scraping painfully, and you looked even more worried as he coughed. “without pausing at all.”
a tch sound escaped your lips, expression more concerned than he’d ever seen it before. “you must be so dehydrated.” you bit your lip. “aether, you know you’re just hurting yourself this way. this level of work… it’ll hinder your progress, rather than help it.”
despite the discouraging nature of your words, it was gratitude for that acknowledgement, and some thick, warm emotion that brought a strange moisture to aether’s eyes. he tried to rub at his eyes, but his hand was shaking too hard. “no, i have to do this.”
“why?” you demanded.
he barely knew how to put it into words. “i’m just… the weak link,” he said, tears pricking for a moment before he blinked them away, one hand resting on his temples and shielding his face from your concerned gaze. “i’m not good at anything, so i have to practice and practice to make up for – ”
“you’re not the weak link, aether,” you said firmly, your voice so kind and earnest that it almost brought tears to his eyes yet again. “you’re like – the glue, you can do everything perfectly well. there’s nothing wrong with not having a specialty. you work so hard, and always go out of your way to support everyone. don’t let me hear you talking like that, okay?”
“but – ” he tried to protest, then almost melted underneath the force of your angry, anxious eyes. even with the embarrassment of being in this situation, there was some foreign ember of warmth in his chest that burned hotter with every word from you. he couldn’t explain it, but it was like hearing those things from you was rejuvenating somehow; soaking into his body and leaving him feeling looser, calmer in its wake. he didn’t know if it was because it was you specifically, and he was almost afraid to think about it.
“no buts!” you snapped. “i refuse to listen to you thinking this way about yourself. you’re incredibly capable and strong, and don’t you dare bottle this up and work yourself to the point of passing out again. i know you can do it, without punishing yourself for no reason. it’ll be okay.”
“… okay,” he nodded. you pressed your hand against his forehead and winced. “you better not be getting sick. now go home and rest up. i don’t want to see you here again until tomorrow afternoon, got it?”
you walked him to the exit, making sure he drank almost the entire contents of his water bottle, with orders to go to sleep extra early. yet, even with those directions, he tossed and turned almost all night, still feeling the force of your laser-hot gaze every time he closed his eyes.
the day filming started, there was no doubt in him that he could nail the entire choreography. even xiao commented on his movements seeming more sharp than usual, his voice more fluid as well. of course, there was a reason for that, but he would never have voiced it aloud that he wanted just one more second of your eyes on him. just one more word of praise that felt so much more real coming from you than anyone else.
there was a six-second focus on him for the second chorus, and he poured all of his saved-up energy into that moment. “i want you here, i want you with me in my arms,” he sang, throwing his entire body into the next twirling movement, and pointed straight at the camera with the unfaltering wish that you would see and know he was speaking to you. “you’re my love, the one i’m wishing for, today, tomorrow, forever!”
the sixth member of 6REEZE to love you is xiao, the center and leader of the group. though STORM’S EYE has no shortage of love for him due to his mesmerizing voice and mature good looks, he is the least social of the boys, known as ‘ice prince’ because he’s so aloof and cool at fan events. there is no one in public knowledge that he chooses to let his guard down around; even in vlogs, he barely socializes and keeps to himself, practicing or listening to music on bulky headphones.
SHOGUNATE ENTERTAINMENT works mainly out of an enormous compound filled with training rooms and facilities for all of their groups and other productions. the residence reserved for 6REEZE is attached to it. technically, it could be shared by the group, but the only people who really live there are venti and xiao, and venti is almost always out on other business (or so he claims) anyway.
the roof of the apartment has an amazing view of the entire city and the sky. it’s the perfect place to go when a break and fresh air is needed, meaning xiao can almost always be found there. and now, after an incident in which a very important standalone project where he was meant to collaborate with a girl group has been cancelled due to strong pushback from fans, he’s vanished, and you know exactly where he’s gone.
watching the door still swinging shut from his sudden exit, president miko clicked her tongue carelessly. “ah, so immature. do you remember when we were young enough to be able to throw tantrums whenever things went awry, ei, dearest?” she tilted her head at the purple haired woman, who sighed and pinched the bridge of her nose. “we could secure another collaboration, but apparently not with any girl group. perhaps xing/yun or LUPICAL… ?” she mused. “could someone please go after him?”
“i can – ” kuni volunteered, already raising from his seat, before you rocketed to your feet, pushing your chair in. “i’m on it! please email me your consensus later!” the other boys watched, taken aback, as you gave a hasty bow and practically sprinted out.
you found him on the roof, of course, leaning over the balcony with a stony line to his jaw. you approached, and he raised his hand without greeting. “what happened back there?” you asked tentatively.
“how can they take away an opportunity so selfishly?” he spat. you weren’t sure whether he was talking about the fans or SHOGUNATE ENTERTAINMENT, but nodded anyway. as the leader, he was naturally under the most stress, and when he got into a bad mood there was nothing to do but wait it out.
“i don’t know if i can do this anymore,” he said, feeling the smallest crack in his voice and dragging a hand down his face. “we’re always being watched, always having to obey stupid rules that don’t even make sense! this was an important collaboration, i’m not a commodity that will lower in value if i work with a girl! if our fans can’t handle us acting like normal people, they aren’t even our fans, are they?”
“i know,” you said, trying to soothe him, placing a hand on his arm only for it to be shaken off. he glared out at the city for a moment, eyes focused above the horizon. “it’s just not fair,” you continued. “but xiao, there are alternatives – ”
“i don’t want alternatives,” he interrupted, “i’m not sure if i even want to be an idol sometimes. all these rules are too much.” he turned and met your eyes. “and you know the worst one of all.”
“of course i do.” you reached out and tucked a lock of hair behind his ear. “but are you serious about not wanting to be an idol? because, if you ever chose to leave the company, i… can also leave.”
“you can’t put your career in jeopardy just for this.” he gave a frustrated huff. “this stupid company is just so stifling. i didn’t think being an idol would be like this when i first signed up.”
“well, that’s why i’m here, right?” you offered. “to make your life easier. my career isn’t as important, so as your manager, i could – ”
“you’re more than my manager.” his tone was gentler, the earlier roughness somehow melting away, and the words were quiet enough that nobody could possibly hear, meant only for you as he tilted his head, golden eyes finding yours. “you know that.”
“xiao.”
“i won’t let you endanger your own job prospects if i leave.”
you stared at each other for a moment. the wind stirred your hair around your face, framing it in the most beautiful way. his heart caught in his throat. the painful look of uncertainty mixed with determination that you wore was sure to be mirrored on his own face.
“i would never stay here, without you,” you said finally, your voice tight. “i’ll go wherever you go.”
he opened his mouth, unable to form words as a response to this, and you looked at him. there was nothing in your eyes but earnestness, and he thought for the millionth time how heart-stoppingly beautiful you were. he cupped your face with both hands, and there you were in silence for a long second, the cotton candy sunset gleaming down onto you.
“[name],” was the word that finally escaped his lips, taking in your sweet scent that enveloped you like an angel’s aura. you wrapped your arms around his neck, murmuring xiao in the quietest voice, a secret that wreathed through the air, like smoke curling into a calm breeze. “i love you.”
you kissed him, then; and when your lips met, he felt his worries melt away, and the overwhelming thought that he couldn’t care less if the whole world knew about your relationship; it was like he could feel everything, like he was frozen and time only started moving again when you were together. eternity could pass in a heartbeat and he would never know, not when he was holding you.
whether 6REEZE was together or not, whether he stayed an idol, or the trifling problems of his everyday life – nothing like that seemed to matter when he was with you. it felt inconsequential. no matter what the company wanted from him, he could do it; as long as he could continue to kiss you like this, he would do anything in the world.
I have been interested in Twist ( Twisted Wonderland ) for some time now And I'm also interested in Obey Me! ( One Master Rule Them All ) and Obey Me Nightbringer.
And there aren't many good Fan-Fic (I have only found two or three Good Fan-Fic)
I always see the Mc/Yuu/Reader as magicless and weak, gating pushed around by Bird Man AKA Dire Crowley
So I thought of an idea
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Where the Mc/Yuu/Reader is from the Obey Me! Universe and already finished the exchange program and went to the past (OB! Nightbringer) and finally able to get back and taking to the OB cast with Solomon about the event that happened.
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After a week or two they get YEATED to Twist.
And the Magic mirror says that they are "Magicless" and something is wrong/off with than.
When Mc/Reader finds the Mirror says that they are "Magicless" they thought it was better to act "Mgicless" so they get around easily because telling that they're able to use magic, was and IS Solomon's apprentice, good friend with Dia/Diavolo (The Future King of the Devildom) and Barbatos (Diavolo's personal butler), has pact's with all seven demon brothers including Lucifer (Avatar of Pride),Etc is Not a very good idea
The plot goes on like normal but Mc/Reader is More calm and Knows what to do
Even better if they had a bit of a GenZ personality is very sarcastic, uses a lot of meme and references form earth maybe even form davilbeom
A LOT of Dark humer jokes
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And it will be even better if Mc/Reader is Only half-human and the other half is a Demon or Vampire maybe both or something else
