Shingeki No Kyojin: The Final Season - Kanketsu-hen

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Idia Shroud x GN!Reader (No pronouns used or mentioned, established relationship slightly implied, written in second person) Word count: 187 TLDR: Getting Idia's attention by meow at him because why not. (Kinda crackish) Comments: UHM I WAS BORED AND THIS HIT ME LIKE A TRUCK AND I FINALLY AM FREE OF THE URGE TO WRITE. Btw this may be ooc, oh to be a beginner

"Would you still love me if I were a cat?" You ask almost to fill in the quiet between the clicks of his controller and the background music of the game he was playing.

Idia didn't think two seconds before replying, "Of course I would, you would be a cat."

"You're not just saying that to make me feel better if I randomly turn into a cat?"

"I would pet and love Grim if he wouldn't set the rest of me on fire." He quipped back without taking his eyes off the screen.

You chuckled at you curled up beside him, and the most stupid thought came into your head: meow at him, see what happens. And so you do, meow after discontented maow Idia finally gets to a good stopping point.

Idia, after pausing his game, turns to look down at you, "Why do you keep meowing at me??"

"Cause: oh no! I'm turning into a cat!" You sarcastically say a you smile up at him.

"Srsly.. If you just wanted attention you could have asked" He gently strokes your arm while you grin at him. Mission achieved

ending comments: "cause: oh no im turning into a cat"

Pissing Off the Mikaelson Bros

Okay, but like imagine you’re a witch and you piss off the Mikaelson brothers (you made their sunlight rings not work because you felt like it and you’re a bitch) and none of them are invited into your house and it’s the middle of the night when they’re finally able to get to your house without catching fire on the way.

So like Klaus is pissed because he gets mad at everything, so is Kol. Elijah’s just ticked off because he wanted to go see Hayley but you made it nearly impossible. So it’s the middle of the night and you’re fast asleep in your room and since they can’t get in because they haven’t been invited, they’re standing outside you’re bedroom window throwing rocks at the glass. So when you don’t answer, they start to get even angrier because they think you’re ignoring them, so Klaus starts threatening to set your house on fire, but there’s still no response.

Then Klaus is like, “I’m serious (y/n), we will set you’re house on fire and since we’re not invited in, we can’t save you.” So like you still don’t answer and Klaus is like beyond angry because he’s mad that his scary threat didn’t get a reaction out of you.

So then after a while, Elijah is like, “I think she’s asleep.”

And Klaus goes, “She’s not asleep, we’ve been making a raucous.”

And Elijah says, “Listen.”

And all three of them become quiet and sure enough, you’re heartbeat and breathing are slow and steady.

“That’s impossible,” Kol says. “Nik has been loud enough to wake up the whole city.”

“(Y/N)!!!!!!!” Klaus shouts and all three of them are silent listening for any indication that you’re awake but they get none.

So then they just start having a competition on who can wake you up. Like Klaus gets a bullhorn and keeps shouting and Elijah gets an ambulance to come down the street and Kol even sets off some fireworks, but you never wake up. The whole street however, does.

thank you, i'll say goodbye soon

and though it's the end of the world, don't blame yourself

and if it's true, i will surround you

and give life to a world

that's our own

i guess this is my goodbye to the channel. all i can say is - thank you for a fantastic fucking year. i don't know what i would have done without unus annus in my life the way it was, and i will treasure the memories of it forever. the videos themselves, and the community - the memes and art and edits and stories that sprung from this. i love you all with my entire heart, and i know i won't ever forget this messy, wonderful year. so uh... memento vivere. remember you have to live.

happy wife, happy life : gojo satoru

includes: fem reader, mentions of having children, elopement/marriage, and clan hierarchies

it’s a cold, empty sunday when you and satoru get married. you call it an elopement, and he prefers the term private matter. you both compromise that maybe it’s simply just love and you should leave it at that.

scandalous, maybe. but love all the same.

“your parents will kill me,” you say, laying on his chest. it’s cold outside, but satoru is perfectly warm. you don’t worry about what’s out there when his fingers trace your arm, goosebumps making home on your skin.

“think so?” he asks slightly amused. maybe a little excited at the prospect. he likes pissing them off, you think—you almost wonder if you should be scared of just how much.

“yeah,” you snort, looking up at him like he’s stupid. he is a little, but you don’t point it out. “i just married their clan’s star child. how will you make future strongest babies now?”

“with you, silly,” he grins, “we’ll make plenty of babies if that’s what you’re worried about.”

it’s the wink he gives you that makes you realize you married the right man. the type of man who knows how to get under your skin, making himself home there as he pokes and prods at your insides but makes you feel warm…complete. like a part of you was missing until he filled the void with his infinite presence.

“i don’t know if my cursed technique is currently on their radar to pass down to heirs,” you hum, nibbling at his fingers as they work their way up to trace your jaw.

he flicks your nose, chuckles when you scrunch it before cupping your cheek. his hand is big enough that you can hide half of your face in it so that his eyes aren’t as distracting as he takes you in.

it’s like he’s seeing you for the first time. or maybe the last. you can never tell if the way he looks at you is like he’s stunned or longing. maybe both. maybe he looks at you with a mix of everything all at once, like you pull every emotion out of him.

“don’t care,” he shrugs after a moment, giving you that wicked grin as he adds, “i can do whatever i want. because i’m strong.”

“how strong?” you challenge, laughing.

“really, really strong,” he says smoothly, “the strongest. so strong, that my prissy little mother can’t say anything to my dear wife.”

“oh, really?” you raise an eyebrow like you don’t believe him.

but satoru knows. he’s perfectly aware that if there’s only one person you believe, it’s him. the world could say one thing and him another—logic might tell you he’s wrong. your heart tells you he’s right.

“yes, really,” he nods with utmost sincerity, “she’s too outdated, anyway. kids these days marry for love, y’know. not for bloodlines and techniques and all that loser shit.”

“oh, forgive me. i’m really not too educated on these matters,” you nod along, “you see, i didn’t grow up on these traditions, i wouldn’t know the first thing about them.”

“right, right,” he hums like he’s beginning to understand your situation, “clan traditions aren’t very publicized, you see. you know how it is…we can’t let outsiders know our secrets.”

“ah,” you snap your fingers, waving your pointer as if it hits you all at once. satoru stifles a snort. you pretend your lips aren’t pulled into a wide grin. “i get it now. but are you sure you can tell me all this if that’s the case?”

“don’t worry,” he’s smiling far too wide by now, wide enough that you can dig your finger into that dimple of his that you love so much. “you’re my wife, so that makes you an honorary member of this clan.”

“oh,” you gasp, “i’ve made it in the network now!”

“yup,” he laughs. and you too. and then his lips are on yours, and your hand is on his cheek, and his breath feels like it’s your own as he shares his oxygen with you to keep you alive.

and you feel so, so alive.

“your parents will kill me,” you breathe, the words whispered against his lips, “i stole you away.”

“i don’t think you know how stealing works,” he clicks his teeth in disappointment as he shakes his head, “you can’t exactly steal something if it’s already yours.”

“i married a fool,” you slap his chest, “a corny one, at that. my life is on the line here, satoru. your parents will kill me.”

“i told you i’m the strongest!”

“oh right, i forgot,” you tease, “you don’t look the part.”

he looks at you wounded. the type of wounded that makes his eyes gloss with hope that you’ll lean in and kiss him to rebuild his crumbled pride.

you take the bait. he reels you in closer, closer, closer. impossibly closer.

“my parents might want to kill you,” he chuckles, voice just barely a whisper.

you hum, pecking his lips twice before he closes his eyes. “i know,” you stroke his cheek, “i was aware of the risks. love makes you do stupid things.”

“like what?”

“like marrying a man who’s parents want to kill you,” you say sarcastically, pulling a giggle out of him.

you want to tell him he doesn’t look like the strongest now, with rosy cheeks and dazed eyes as he giggles of all things. but he knows, you think—because he doesn’t feel like the strongest right now.

right now, he really just feels like a man who loves his wife. maybe a little too much, but never enough for him to be satisfied. so he’ll love you a bit harder tomorrow, and the day after that, and the day after that.

until maybe, one day he’ll be satisfied because you’ll be loved like you deserve.

“they’ll understand,” he says softly, “and even if they don’t, i’m pretty strong. people listen to me.”

“not me,” you raise an eyebrow.

“not you,” he concedes, “you’re the boss.”

“what a dutiful husband you are,” you pinch his cheek.

he grins, pulling you closer as his head tucks into your neck. it’s sunday, and it’s cold outside, and you’re somehow married even though you shouldn’t be. but somehow, you feel like you’ve swallowed the sun and drank her warmth.

“you know what they say,” he murmurs, “happy wife, happy life.”

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remember how dazai despised the sheep for using chuuya for their own personal gain? remember how he stood up to them by saying that chuuya is capable of making his own decisions? and how he always asks chuuya if he's alright with using corruption even if he already knows the answer?

dazai must be really pissed at the fact that his partner has been turned into a mindless vampire being used as fyodor's trump card

Some people seem surprised that Chuuya managed to fool Fyodor about being a vampire for less than 30 minutes, but you gotta remember that when he and Dazai first met, Chuuya succesfully hid that he was Arahabaki for two or three days, all while Dazai was specifically investigating Arahabaki.

Chuuya has always been an extremely good liar, and he is kryptonite to people like Fyodor or Dazai (or at least Fifteen's Dazai, he learned from that experience) because he looks brash and impulsive and ""simple"", but actually Chuuya has been lying about who he is for most of his life, and nobody knows how to be a mindless monster better than him.

This sHiT hUrTeD

Happy birthday to Luke 🖤

2019 - 2011

BAY CITY ROMANCE 𖥻 005 𖥻 KITTY KITTY!

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synopsis. fyodor's sudden invitation, a cat, and a couple led you to uncertain circumstances.

warnings. HORRIBLE description of the surroundings.. so sorry... i wrote this while watching one piece, you and fyodor share a nice meal!! the cats love fyodor

notes. sorry!! i was really busy these past few weeks bc of school ahh I'm here now;.. maybe after ill be busy again HAHAHA my midterms r soso nhear. but here's a fyodor centric chapter to make up for my absence AND the final ep of bsd CUZZZ IT WAS SO SICK

Getting up from your bed, you allowed yourself to stretch before shortly heading over to your closet. Your dorm was relatively simple as the university provided minimal space to encompass your belongings. From the door, your bed was squeezed into the leftmost corner of the room. a large circular black carpet was sprawled underneath your furniture, below some potted plants and your work setup, which was to the rightmost corner of the room. Beside your bed, a simple coffee table that houses a figurine you bought a while back with your friends, and the traditional alarm clock that you perceive as a treasure amongst the sea of belongings inside your dorm. The space provided was wide enough to encompass a projector and a few shelves that house your books. Averting your eyes from the protruding stack of clothes nestled beside the closet, you continue your avid search in the clutter you call your closet to prepare for the events that ought to happen later. Fyodor doesn’t mind the style you choose-- at all, even complimenting your style on several occasions, so you do not have to think twice about choosing what to wear. Settling for a simple outfit, you grabbed your previous clothing to add to the heap of fabric on the side of the room. 

It took a bit to prepare for the outing, gathering your needed items in a sling bag you thought fit best for the occasion. Still, you admired your look for a bit before swinging your bag over your shoulder and grabbing your phone to type a reply back to Fyodor hastily. Panic intruded your body as his texts registered in your mind, and bolted to the door to leave as fast as possible. However, what you didn’t consider, was Fyodor’s presence behind the door; jumping as soon as you opened it, putting your hand over your heart and clenching it while heaving slightly. “Don’t ever do that ever again, Fyodor!” You punched him lightly, relieved that it was just him. Turning back, you muttered to yourself, stopping as you heard him chuckle faintly. “What? What do you want?” You spat, although not in an offensive manner, and he smiled at you. “Nothing, you look great.” He breathed out, albeit sweetly, before adding, “You also took your sweet time, didn’t you?” 

Flustered at his words, you cleared your throat, mumbling a compliment to him that he caught. He was straightforward in his approach, clothes representing the man very well; clad in an oversized black dress shirt with a few buttons loose, partially tucked in black dress pants, sleek leather shoes that you thought were fitting for a man like him, and finally, a brown trench coat that perfected the entire outfit. You must have been staring for too long, as he smiled at you knowingly, “Are you done staring, [Name]?” He adjusted the end of his sleeves, flicking his wrists every so often. 

He caught you. That was enough to make you avert your eyes immediately, earning a soft laugh from him. His chuckle was enough to land a familiar feeling in your stomach, embarrassment, maybe, you weren’t sure. The travel to the cafe was not long, but your insatiable curiosity about nature was enough to delay your arrival for a few minutes. Of course, Fyodor held his patience, smiling softly at everything you pointed at for him to see. First were the cicadas, then the small cat wobbling around, and finally, the pretty flowers that were exceptional to the eye. His gaze on you was inconspicuous, glancing at you every so often. You weren’t oblivious to the stares he was giving you, truth be told, you returned the looks he gave you. “Hey, we’re here.” You said in realization, Fyodor releasing his hands from his pockets to open the door for you. “After you,” he whispered, following suit after you entered. The slight tinkle of the bell alerted the staff; Oh, isn’t it Ranpo for today? You thought. Almost as if he heard you, he peeked from the cash register, smile widening in realization after seeing the both of you. “Fyodor! [Name]! It’s you!” He rushed over, waving in excitement. The soft chatter of the customers halted after he shouted, gazing over at him in mild annoyance, but it didn’t matter to him. The cafe wasn’t packed as it was normally, leaving a few vacant seats for you and Fyodor to take. After peering behind the door, your eyes landed briefly on the cats wandering aimlessly to customers. A select few, namely the most eccentric ones, in your opinion, lounged around their beds, scratching and nipping at their toys. Fyodor called out to you, which made you flicker your eyes to him in recognition. “I paid for your admission, so don’t worry about paying me back.” Said Fyodor, reassuring you. Ranpo was heard snickering from behind him, “Stop sounding like a gentleman, dumbass Fyo,” He joked, “I lowered the admission prices for you both. The total isn’t even worth the price of one undiscounted admission.” He revealed, making Fyodor deadpan. Fyodor turned to you, apologetic eyes meeting yours, as you walked over to him to pat his shoulder. Fyodor was uncharacteristically sweet to your group, paying for your meals every so often. The origins of his copious amounts of money were left lingering in your head, but you don’t bring the question up to him. “You didn’t tell me,” He reasoned, his voice enlaced with a hint of embarrassment, fingers glazing his credit card before handing it over to Ranpo, who accepted it gleefully. “Okay, since you’re so adamant about paying on their behalf!” He swiped the card, tapping on the monitor before stating, “You’re not getting that discount anymore!” Cheekily, he winked at both of you, making you wave your hands in protest at him, while Fyodor hummed in agreement. “Sure.” He responded curtly, which made you freeze, turning to him slowly. “Hey, you’re funny.” 

“Oh, really? You’re so kind! You’re paying for the entire menu too, Fyo!” 

You weren’t sure how you got into your position now. You poked your fork desultorily at your food, eyes flickering from Fyodor to the cats meowing at your feet. A smile was present on Fyodor’s face, sighing in contentment at the taste of the tea he ordered. A black cat was perched on his lap, tail moving as he leaned into Fyodor’s touch. “So, why did you bring me here?” You let the question slip before you could notice, genuinely curious about his motives. He gazed at you upon hearing that question, pausing his actions to face you. “Well, I just wanted to hang out with someone here,” he pursed his lips, locking his eyes with yours, and you found it hard to tear your gaze away from him. “I wanted to ask you and Sigma originally, but since she couldn’t go, I opted to ask you instead.” Admittedly, you looked away, feeling abashed, and focused on the cat rubbing itself on your leg. He was cute, in a way, a white cat with a scar on its left eye and gentle paws marked in black. Picking him up, you cooed, the cat meowing in return. “His name is Kolya, Fyo!” You shoved the cat in his face, making him scrunch his face in surprise as he took the cat from you. At this, the cat in his lap jumped off, which prompted Fyodor to sigh lightly, taking the cat for himself. Oh, Kolya. He thought, eyes blinking at the cat, to which the latter did the same, squinting his eyes in recognition. He looks exactly like Nikolai. He recalled his friend motioning towards a cat that looked exactly like him, but he paid no mind to his friend, but now that he studied his features, it looked exactly like him-- save for the humanistic characteristics and his signature white hair. Looking at it now, he held the cat closer to his face, before feeling the cat’s paws atop his nose. “Oh, he’s cute!” You leaned to the side to get a closer look at Fyodor and the cat; however, the former seemed to be frozen in place. Fyodor sighs before letting out an amused chuckle, gently placing the cat down beside him. “Yeah, it really is cute.”

A few hours passed-- although it felt like mere minutes to you and Fyodor, and both of you decided it was best to leave. Arranging the plates on your table, you carefully stood up; the cats walked past you to give you way. Muttering an apology to them, you took in the soft scenery the cafe provided, breathing out and walking towards the door. Fyodor greeted you and opened the door, thanking him softly as you walked out. He left you to wander outside as he settled the bill with Ranpo, which resulted in further delay; not that you minded, though, it allowed you to leave the cafe to observe the evening sky outside. 

The sky painted itself in gradient hues of orange and blue, fading into unique colors that marveled in the distance. It was peaceful, with the sound of cicadas chirping mixing with the sound of the wind, you found tranquility in this atmosphere. You breathed out, gaping at the clouds that blended with the sky’s colors. This wasn’t new to you, and once you heard the bell ring, you looked over the horizon to meet Fyodor’s eyes, and in response, blinked at the sudden eye contact. “Hi,” He said, and you waved at him enthusiastically. “Hi, Fyo!” You replied, making him nod; “I’m going to talk with Ranpo for a minute, if that’s okay.” He scanned your eyes in hopes of finding approval and smiled softly once he did. “Of course, Fyo! I can wait.” Smiling sincerely, you set your attention to the couple leaving the cafe, but once they opened the door, a certain white cat came rushing out. It seemed that the clamor alerted Ranpo from behind the cash register, and he shot up, before slamming his hand on the table to steady himself to properly observe the situation. “Kolya?!” He yelled, and the cat stared at him briefly before speeding out of the main door. You forgot to close it, so you stared at Ranpo in an apologetic manner, but he couldn’t quite notice it as he bolted for the entrance. 

“[Name], help me catch him!” He pointed at the cat, and Fyodor simply stared at the commotion. You sighed in exasperation, “I get to keep this cat, alright?!” And so, you ran for the cat with newfound determination-- it would be your new pet if you caught it, after all! The thought made you giggle silently, and you could slightly hear Ranpo fuming as he spat warnings towards the couple that allowed Kolya to get away. Yelling out countless apologies to the passersby that you ran past, your eyes locked on the cat that was slipping from your sight. After a bit of running, you found (supposedly) your cat in the hands of another. You halted your movements, your feet skidding to a stop in front of a foreign man. He, however, didn’t pay any attention to you, but to your cat. Nevertheless, once you caught your breath, he acknowledged your presence. “Oh, you were looking for him?” His voice had a playful lilt to it, which matched his appearance. His eyes were what captivated you most, heterochromia eyes with the shade of bluish grey and emerald boring right back at your own; his abnormally long braided white hair that coincidentally matched the fur of the cat he held. Your eyes trailed down toward his outfit, which consisted of a pair of oversized jeans and an equally oversized bomber jacket, zipped until his chest which revealed a bit of the shirt he was wearing. Kolya’s meow broke your train of thought, and the stranger giggled at this. 

You felt as if you had met this man before, but from where, you were clueless. “Did Kolya escape from the cafe again?” Cuddling up to the cat, he addressed his statement in a manner that made you think it was directed at Kolya instead of you. Crossing your arms, you let out an unamused sigh, which made the man’s attention drift towards you in response. “Ah, hi!” He called out to you, “Sorry, sorry! This cat’s a bit of a troublemaker,” He admitted, flustered, and looked at you apologetically. “Have I seen you before?” You questioned, and he blinked, before laughing. “Maybe! I mean,” He pets the cat in his hands, “Well, before anything, what’s your name?” Confused at the man’s sudden switch in tone, you answered him hesitantly, “It’s… [Name]...?” And at that, his eyes widened in realization, mumbling utterances to himself that you couldn’t quite hear. Okay, this guy was weird, sure, but he saved you the trouble of running after Kolya any farther than you originally had to. “Alright! Hi! I’m Nikolai, I hope that rings a bell, [Name]!” No honorifics, you noted-- but nodded at him regardless. You reflected back on his statement, however, despite racking your brain for anything that would relate to him, there was nothing that came to mind, so you settled for a smile. “It’s nice to meet you, Nikolai.” Your eyes darted to him and to the cat, and you realized how similar they looked. “See anything?” He brought the cat up to his face, and it meowed in return. “Holy shit! It looks exactly like you!” He chuckled loudly at your words, proud that you finally got the idea. “You know, when I first came to the cafe, I fell in love with this little guy!” He exclaimed, although the cat’s ceaseless meowing drowned out his statement. “I was with Fyo--” He shut his mouth, interrupting himself, “I was with a friend when I first saw him.” Embarrassed, he looked over to you, smiling at your delighted look. You tilted your head, feeling panic invade your body. You didn’t know why, but the answer came to you incredibly quickly. 

Oh shit, Fyodor! “It was great meeting you, Nikolai, but I really have to go.” You motioned to the cat, and he took the hint to give it to you. Disappointment washed over his features, and despite being in a hurry, you recognized the look on his face. You waved to him hurriedly before setting off, the cat in your hands wiggling at your hold. Gathering the contacts of Nikolai was out of the question, as you had to make it back to Fyodor quickly, glancing at the horizon, you figured that the sun setting was an indicator of how late it was. Nikolai was not too bad-- although a bit eccentric in his approach, you just thought it was in his nature to act as he did. He was conventionally attractive, you can admit, his graceful features nestled in your head as he talked to you. His gaze towards you was ever so soft, a gleam of appreciation present in his eyes as he talked to you; and as his eyes lingered in your head, all the while, you figured that meeting new people had never been so bad-- or maybe he was just simply an exception. You chuckled on the way back, at the interaction you had with the unique individual determining the course of events that presented itself in front of you. The narrative was writing itself, and while you cannot make out with certainty any possible occurrences from now on, you had an inkling that you were to embrace change.

Nikolai, you believe you would remember that name for a long time. 

trivia:

niko thought you were sooo interesting!! he just doesn't know why.

he went to the cafe straight after meeting you, but was surprised when he couldn't see kolya in sight

he knew you were fyodor's friend since fyodor kept talking about you and your friend group (in a good light, obviously!)

fyodor understood you, don't worry, he isn't mad. he can never be mad at you

while fyodor may say these things so carelessly, he does it with no romantic intentions. you are most aware of this fact, and he is thankful for that.

you were so unsure if fyodor really paid for the entire menu. but with ranpo's devilish smile, you knew it was a joke.

yes, you just realized that niko was the man in your comments the previous chapter

so seeing him there again made you smile a bit, he was eccentric, but he was a good person!

you knew he'd make a good friend!

dazai asked fyodor about what happened, and when he told him about you and niko meeting, he rushed to the latter to demand answers.

tg: @iruc @celestair

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