#and he thinks he’s failed in protecting her

[sunderwight]

KPop Demon Hunters theory on the Honmoon & Rumi's powers:

Okay so I am like 75% sure that Celine was full of shit when she said that the Golden Honmoon would remove Rumi's patterns. Rumi seems to be a largely unprecedented hybrid so it's far more likely that Celine herself doesn't know what will happen to her when the Honmoon is fully sealed, especially given that the Honmoon has also never been fully sealed either. It's unclear what all the ramifications of that would be and those ramifications just being purely positive and happening to have the ideal outcome according Celine seems implausible.

To that end, I think the real reason that Rumi's patterns kept increasing as the Honmoon got closer to completion was because something else was going on. The patterns seem to connect to Gwi Ma and the Honmoon seals away everything connected to Gwi Ma, so the most plausible supposition based on that information is, I think, that anything with that Gwi Man connection would get permanently sealed away with him by the Golden Honmoon.

But are all patterns indeed connected to Gwi Ma?

I think not, actually.

Rumi doesn't hear Gwi Ma the way that other demons do. This could be because she's spent her entire life on the other side of the barrier, but as we see with Jinu, Gwi Ma can grab demons connected to him and yoink them across whenever he feels like it. It could then instead be that Rumi was protected by Gwi Ma's ignorance of her existence -- she didn't hear him because he never even thought to look for her -- but if that was the situation, then Gwi Ma definitely would have grabbed her as soon as Jinu reported on her patterns.

Even after Rumi goes full demon, she doesn't seem to be connected to Gwi Ma or susceptible to his influence.

So my theory is, Rumi's dad was a demon, yes, but not all demons are connected to Gwi Ma. Gwi Ma is just one demon king, the one that the hunters focus on especially because of his habit of devouring souls (and because their powers seem to work especially well on him). The patterns are demonic but only those who have made bargains with Gwi Ma have their demonic natures bound into servitude to him. Thus, Rumi is not connected to Gwi Ma.

But Rumi is connected to the Honmoon. For the past five years she's helped strengthen it. Her voice is part of it and her soul is part of it. When her demon powers start to manifest, they ripple through the Honmoon.

So I think Rumi's patterns were starting to spread because her powers were increasing, because she is a demon connected to a massive spiritual network that is powered by human souls. Her voice failing at the same time was a consequence of her anxiety and burnout, not the patterns actually doing anything to her singing (except indirectly). In fact the reason her demon powers were getting stronger was because the Honmoon was getting stronger.

A fun idea to go with this interpretation: if Rumi's voice hadn't given out and Huntrix had rested up and resolved some stuff before properly completing the Golden Honmoon, Rumi would have still ended up going Full Demon Mode because she would have unwittingly created like a perfect base of power for herself. She would have become a demon king, comparable in might to Gwi Ma. Maybe that's even part of what was going on -- through her connection to the Honmoon, that was sealing Gwi Ma away, Rumi was also unwittingly taking his power for herself. This gets way more fanfic-y but I think it's quite fun to contemplate. Rumi thinks she's going to turn herself full human and instead she ends up usurping a millennia-old demon king and stealing his seat of power. Surprise!

[randomshyperson]

classified love - wanda maximoff x kryptonian!reader

summary: wanda is new to the avengers, and learns the concept of a secret identity. or the one where kryptonian!reader has a secret, and a crush.

warnings: reader is superwoman; mild angst; mutual pining; nervous flirting; soft wanda; protective reader; fluff with feelings; light humor; superhero bureaucracy; canon divergence; minor ultron reference; mild language; happy ending.

a/n-> i'm going for my old drafts and this is from months ago when i was reading a bunch of supercorp fics, especially ones about lena learning about kara's secret identity. So i made my own with this two lovely dorkies. (nope, this is not related to the series with kryptonian!reader i'm working on).

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It wasn’t that Wanda didn’t know what a secret identity was.

Of course she did. She just hadn’t quite grasped the weight of it.

In her defense, the Avengers weren’t exactly the poster children for discretion.

Tony Stark made sure everyone knew he was Iron Man. Steve Rogers had been the star-spangled face of American propaganda since the forties. Natasha was arguably the most famous spy on Earth - and somehow still mysterious - and poor Bruce had his green alter ego splashed across news channels since his very first rampage. And then there was Thor. A literal god. No mask could hide that hair.

So maybe, just maybe, it wasn’t completely her fault when she leaned over during breakfast, bright-eyed and curious, and casually asked you,

“So… what’s your name, by the way?”

The room fell dead silent.

Wanda blinked, eyes flicking around the Avengers compound’s cozy living room. The sun spilled lazily through the tall windows, warming the hardwood floors and catching dust in the air. A pot of coffee burbled in the kitchenette, and the smell of waffles hung pleasantly in the background. But the atmosphere shifted like someone had cut the power.

Tony was the first to crack. He snorted into his mug, trying and failing to smother a laugh.

Wanda’s eyes widened further when Natasha silently reached over and handed him a crumpled five-dollar bill.

Your smile dropped. Just seconds ago, you’d been grinning at her, saying how nice it was to finally have someone around your age on the team. Now your expression shuttered. Calm, professional. Guarded.

“Uh… that’s confidential,” you said simply.

Wanda let out a short laugh, confused. She tilted her head, hoping she’d misheard.

“What?”

Your eyes flicked over to the group still half-watching from the couches. Clint was biting back a grin. Steve looked conveniently invested in stirring his coffee. You exhaled through your nose.

“I guess nobody warned you about the secret identity policy,” you muttered, not bothering to hide your disappointment. Your arms crossed over your chest - biceps straining slightly under the fabric of your suit - and Wanda was momentarily distracted by just how much muscle you were hiding beneath the armor. She didn’t think that was allowed.

“I’m not trying to be rude,” you added, your voice softer. “But I can’t tell you my real name.”

Her brows drew together. “But you know mine.”

From the couch, Natasha barked out a laugh. You shot her a look that was half glare, half plea, before turning your attention back to Wanda, a flicker less certain than before.

“I do,” you admitted. “But that’s because… everything about you is already public knowledge.” Your voice lowered a little, like you were offering her something real. “It’s nothing personal. It’s about safety. The only reason Ultron didn’t find my family was because I wasn’t in any of S.H.I.E.L.D.’s databases. Not the Avengers’, either. Same way they kept Barton’s family off the radar.”

That explanation landed - she could feel the weight of it - but it didn’t soothe her. Not really.

Wanda forced a tight smile, but a bitter coil twisted in her stomach.

Of course, it still came back to Ultron.

She hadn’t fought beside you back then - hadn’t fought against you either - but that didn’t mean the past was erased. That didn’t mean trust grew overnight. Clearly, it hadn’t.

And suddenly, she was the one on the defensive. Because why should you get to know her when she was still in the dark about you?

“I don’t think that’s very fair,” she said, echoing your posture with a huff and crossing her arms. “You get to know everyone’s names, but we don’t get to know yours?”

You blinked, surprised by the shift in her tone. But it only lasted a beat.

Clearing your throat, you held your ground. “They know. You’re the only one who doesn’t.”

The offense hit her like a slap. She turned sharply toward the others, sending each of them a scandalized glare. They all conveniently found something fascinating to look at - the wall, the floor, the coffee machine.

Only Natasha had the nerve to smile into her cup.

“Hey, I don’t know either!” Sam piped up from the back, his voice light, trying to cut through the tension like sunlight through fog.

You cracked a small smile at that, grateful. But Wanda didn’t move.

Her arms stayed stubbornly crossed, a pout tugging at her lips, and whatever iron-clad resolve you’d been clinging to softened immediately.

“Hey, if it’s any consolation - for both of you,” you start again, your voice lighter, trying to reset the energy to what it had been before your name became the hot topic of the morning. “It’s only because I’ve known them longer. Maybe… if we hang out a little more, I’ll tell you.”

You flash Wanda a tentative smile. There’s warmth behind it - an invitation, not a promise - but she doesn’t take the bait.

She presses her lips together, visibly fighting the tug of a grin, but loses the battle to her pride. With a sharp turn of her head, she mutters, “Don’t bother,” and spins on her heel.

You watch her walk away, ponytail swaying with each step, her back impossibly straight and her jaw clenched in defiance.

And just like that, you’re certain - painfully certain - she might be the most charming girl you’ve ever met.

Unfortunately for you, Natasha doesn’t miss a beat.

She catches the way your gaze lingers a moment too long, your head tilted just slightly as Wanda disappears down the hall. The corner of the assassin’s mouth curls with amusement as she leans back into the couch, arms crossed.

You snap out of it fast, frowning in her direction. “Don’t think I didn’t notice you paying Stark when Wanda brought that up,” you accuse, tone laced with mock betrayal. “You two were betting on this again?”

Tony lets out a bark of laughter from his seat and shrugs like it’s the most natural thing in the world. Natasha raises both eyebrows, feigning innocence. The five-dollar bill is already gone, stashed away like evidence in a classified file.

You sigh, rubbing your hand over your face. “Unbelievable.”

“Oh, come on,” Natasha says, barely hiding her amusement. “You’ve gotta admit - it’s hilarious when people realize Superwoman isn’t your actual name.”

Steve chuckles from the other couch, finally giving in. “That reminds me - remember that poor waiter in D.C.? The one who panicked and couldn’t decide whether to call you Miss Super or Madam Alien?”

Laughter ripples through the room at the memory. Even Banner cracks a smile. You roll your eyes dramatically, throwing your hands up.

“I told him just ‘Ma’am’ was fine,” you mutter as you start walking toward the door, shaking your head. “And for the record,” you call out, tossing a glance over your shoulder with a perfectly straight face, “I am from another planet.”

Tony doesn’t miss a beat. “See? Knew it.”

The room erupts into fresh laughter, but you just shake your head, waving a hand dismissively as you walk off.

“Still unbelievable,” you mutter under your breath, though this time, there’s amusement in your tone. The kind that sits warm and quiet in your chest, like sunlight through clouds.

-

A new bet had been circulating through the Avengers Compound ever since your disastrously awkward introduction to the team’s newest recruits.

How long until Wanda Maximoff discovers your true identity?

Clint said a few weeks, tops. Steve and Tony were betting for a couple of months. Thor, bless him, didn’t even understand the concept of keeping a secret identity and nearly shouted your actual name across the room - only to be stopped by a flying metal gauntlet Tony launched with frightening precision.

Bruce, ever the scientist, made a whole prediction chart - color-coded and everything - outlining the likelihood of various exposure scenarios. According to his behavioral analysis, you’d eventually slip up and reveal yourself accidentally. Tony called him a spoilsport but still convinced him to place a bet anyway.

Maria and Natasha, meanwhile, were curled together on the couch like shadows stitched at the hip, indistinguishable in the half-light of movie night. Natasha didn’t even look up from the screen as she muttered, “It’s not fair to bet on that. Wanda could just read her mind.”

Maria hummed her agreement. “And not tell anyone. Classic Maximoff move.”

Right on cue, as if summoned by sheer chaos, Wanda reappeared in the doorway, arms crossed, eyebrows drawn tight in a frown.

“I would never invade someone’s mind like that,” she snapped, voice low and tight with restrained indignation. “If she wants to keep secrets and build walls, that’s her choice.”

Then she turned on her heel and walked off, her crimson flannel pajama pants fluttering slightly with the motion. The room sat in silence for a beat, then Natasha grinned.

“New bet,” she announced. “How long until Wanda admits she has a crush on Y/N?”

Laughter erupted.

It only got more ridiculous from there.

Maintaining a secret identity was hard enough with your crazy schedule, missions popping up at ungodly hours, and an internship at Oscorp that demanded more from you than legally acceptable. Peter Parker was the only one who truly understood the madness. You had a little ongoing competition: “How many times did I almost get caught today?” A point system. The winner got free shawarma.

But lately, things felt… off.

It was as if the team had collectively decided to test you. You were being sent on last-minute missions, brought back in civilian clothes, tossed into briefings before you had time to shed your disguise. It felt deliberate. Sabotage by friendly fire.

Of course, no one mentioned the bet to you.

It was one of those mornings - chaotic, cursed, and running ten steps behind the clock. You were still in your Oscorp clothes, your signature lead-laced glasses perched on your nose, hair slightly frizzy from rushing. Your dress shirt wasn’t completely buttoned, and beneath it, a glimpse of the familiar blue and red peeked through like a bad omen.

As you stumbled barefoot into the Tower’s common room, scanning for your shoes, you froze.

Wanda Maximoff was standing there in oversized pajamas, her hair a sleepy mess, blinking at you from over a mug of steaming coffee.

“Oh, uh. Hi,” you said, voice cracking just a bit under the panic.

This was it. This was the moment you’d have to change your name, disappear to the Arctic, and start a new life herding goats.

Wanda just blinked, forced a smile, and murmured a polite “Good morning” before turning back to the coffee machine, like you were no one. Like you were just some intern passing through.

Your shoes sat mockingly on the far side of the room. You crossed to them, fumbling with your shirt to make sure not a single thread of the Superwoman suit was visible.

You sat down, tugging your laces tight, when her voice broke the quiet.

“Are you… Friends with anyone here?” she asked suddenly. Wanda leaned casually against the counter, but there was something soft in her voice, almost cautious.

Your mind blanked. Friends? With anyone?

“Uh yeah,” you blurted, nerves turning your brain into static. “I’m friends with Superwoman.”

You could hear your soul leave your body.

Wanda tilted her head. “Oh?”

Before she could press further-or laugh, or question the absurdity of what you just said, the automatic door whooshed open.

Bruce stepped in with a file in his hands and a furrow on his brow.

He took one look at you, then glanced at Wanda. You weren’t often in civilian clothes around the Tower - especially not so early, or without warning. His pause was subtle, but it said enough.

“Y/N?” Bruce asked, tone neutral but probing. “Didn’t know you were here.”

You jumped to your feet, trying to act casual. “Hey, yeah. I came by late last night. Needed to grab some documents.”

Bruce blinked slowly.

“I, uh, ended up staying. Superwoman said it was okay,” you added, your lie falling apart as it left your mouth.

Bruce, mercifully, decided not to comment. The brilliance in his eyes suggested he knew exactly what you were doing. He gave a slow nod. “Right. Of course.”

You grabbed your shoes, already half out the door. “Nice meeting you, Miss Maximoff,” you said quickly, voice almost too formal as you escaped, waving once and not daring to look back.

Bruce stood there for a moment in silence, then looked at Wanda.

She simply lifted the cereal box into the air with her magic, poured it with too much force into her bowl, and carried it off, pouting the whole way.

-

The worst part of the whole secret identity thing isn't the exhaustion, or the constant lies, or even the juggling act between superhero landings and corporate deadlines.

It’s remembering exactly why it's necessary.

Peter runs into an old friend - Harry Osborn - who, by some cosmic joke, also happens to be your boss. Superheroes have their own demons, their own secrets clawing behind the masks, and something serious unfolds between them.

When the dust settles, Gwen ends up in the hospital.

She’ll recover - Peter says it like a prayer - but the guilt is carved into the spaces under his eyes, and it doesn’t go away when he tells you what happened. About Harry, about the favors he wanted from Spider-Man. About how betrayed he felt when he discovered Peter was Spider-Man - and had refused to help.

You don’t sleep that night.

There's a pit in your stomach, bitter and deep. That could’ve been anyone. That could’ve been you.

There are only a handful of people who know who you really are. Your family. Carol - your lifeline, your salvation, the one who pulled you from the wreckage of your dying world. Fury - who raised you through SHIELD like some grim guardian angel. A few Avengers who found out under specific, inescapable circumstances.

Peter, of course. He understands the weight of the mask.

And then… there’s everyone else.

Your classmates. Your bosses at Oscorp. The coffee shop barista who always forgets your name. The world.

And Wanda.

Wanda, who bickered with Superwoman during missions like it were a sport. Who never let you win without a challenge and rolled her eyes so dramatically you sometimes thought she'd levitate off the ground.

Wanda, who always looked at Y/N Danvers like she was made of something softer. Who shared food without asking. Who nudged your knee during movie nights. Who once touched your badge, just to straighten it, and sent a shiver up your spine with the brush of her fingers against your neck.

Wanda, who was slowly becoming a reason to smile in rooms too quiet.

And precisely because of that… Wanda, who could never know.

You couldn’t stand the idea of putting her in danger.

Not just from enemies, but from you. From what it costs to be close to you.

By the time your distress becomes impossible to hide, the bet has long been forgotten. You walk through the Tower in pieces. The team stops whispering about when you'll slip up and starts worrying about whether you’re okay.

It’s Natasha who finally had enough.

She kicks you off the next mission.

No arguments. No chance to protest. Just a firm grip on your wrist and a silent march through the hallways until you're sitting in an empty room that smells faintly of metal and ozone. The door closes with a hiss behind you.

“Okay,” she says, arms crossed. “Let’s talk.”

You glance at the wall like it might give you an escape route. It doesn’t.

You can hear faint voices down the hallway. The others are whispering about your little outburst in the briefing room. You clench your jaw.

“There’s nothing to talk about,” you mutter.

Nat raises an eyebrow.

“Nothing,” you repeat. You shrug. Look at the floor. Your voice dips quieter. “It’s just…”

A breath escapes you. Heavy. Frustrated.

“…how did you know this was what you wanted?”

Natasha’s expression shifts. The sharpness in her posture softens. She sets her tablet down on the table behind her, unread.

“What do you mean?” she asks, but her voice is gentle now.

You hesitate. Your throat burns.

“I mean… back then. When you stopped being the Black Widow. When Fury gave you the option to just be Natasha Romanoff. Why didn’t you take it? Why didn’t you stop?”

She doesn’t answer at first. She just watches you, eyes trained and careful. You hate that they see too much.

You blink, and the tears well up despite yourself. You’re so tired. Of pretending. Of juggling two lives. Of wonder, which one is real?

“And now you’re living with Maria,” you continue, voice cracking. “You could’ve quit. You could be… happy. Quiet. Safe.”

Natasha sighs.

“I get it,” she says softly, like a truth you didn’t want to hear.

She sits beside you.

“But this isn’t really about me, is it?”

You shake your head, eyes shining with unshed tears. Natasha reaches out instinctively, finding your hand and resting hers over it. It's warm. Solid. A grounding force you didn’t realize you needed.

“I visited Gwen in the hospital before I came here,” you say quietly, your voice thick with guilt and fury. “Harry… he did a number on her. Four broken ribs. Internal bleeding. She’s lucky to be alive.”

Your breath shudders. “Peter hasn’t put the mask on in weeks. And I can’t stop thinking - if any of my enemies came for the people I care about…”

You don’t finish the sentence. You don’t need to.

Natasha squeezes your hand tighter. “Hey. I get the fear. I really do. But we’re not helpless. You’re not alone. We can defend ourselves.”

You let out a dry, humorless laugh and nod, though there’s nothing funny in any of this.

“I didn’t want any of this to be necessary, Nat,” you murmur. “The mask, the secrets. I didn’t come here to be a superhero.”

“I know,” she says gently. “But no one makes it through this life alone, Y/N.” She laces her fingers with yours. “And, if you must know, the weight got a little easier for me when I let Maria in. Turns out, sharing the burden isn’t so bad. Who knew?”

You huff a soft laugh and bump your shoulder lightly against hers. The touch feels safe. Reassuring.

There’s a brief silence before you speak again. “I’ll get my head on straight, okay? You don’t have to bench me.”

Nat smiles at you with that knowing tilt of her head. “Look, I think you’re one of the best heroes we’ve got. But maybe - just maybe - getting benched is a good thing right now. Take a breath. A day off. Ask a girl out.”

Your face heats immediately, and you mutter something about not having time for relationships.

Nat smirks, entirely unsurprised. “Then maybe you should consider someone who gets the job. Say, another superhero?” She wiggles her brows. “Someone in the Tower who, as far as I can tell, is very interested.”

You blink. “Wanda doesn’t even know I’m Superwoman.”

Natasha bursts out laughing.

“Oh, honey. Do you really think the mind reader of the group doesn’t know?”

You stare at her, stunned. “But - she never said anything! She treats me like I’m two different people!”

Nat sighs, her smirk softening into something more understanding. “Because you asked her to. Maybe not with words, but with walls. You put this distance between yourself and everyone. Between her and you.”

You look down, guilt landing like a weight on your chest.

“She’s the new kid, Y/N,” Natasha continues gently. “She’s trying to make real connections. Trying to earn trust. And you - ” she nudges your knee with hers - “you won’t let her in all the way.”

You swallow hard, throat tight.

“I just thought… maybe she didn’t know. Or maybe she liked Y/N Danvers more than Superwoman.”

Natasha throws her head back and laughs again, full and exasperated. “Wow. You really are the queen of self-denial.”

She stands and grabs her work tablet off the table, mumbling to herself as she taps through a few screens. “Well, since neither of you is cleared for the mission, it looks like you and Wanda are stuck with tower duty. Desk work, all day.”

You grimace. “Ugh, but I hate desk work - ” You stop. Catch the flicker of amusement in her eyes. Oh. Desk work.

Alone. With Wanda. In an empty tower.

“This desk work,” you mumble.

“I love desk work, actually,” you add quickly, sitting up straighter.

Natasha rolls her eyes and chuckles, already halfway to the door. “You just cost me twenty bucks, Danvers.”

It takes a second to process what she means. Another bet. Another chance. Another push.

And before the door closes behind her, you're on your feet again - chasing after her, heart hammering with something that feels a lot like hope.

-

Desk work is, without a doubt, the least glamorous part of being a superhero.

Bureaucracy. Mission reports. Intelligence logs. Inventory updates. Categorizing classified items into neatly labeled folders.

Endless, soul-crushingly boring stuff.

Boring enough that your focus slips every five minutes - though maybe that’s less about the files and more about the hum of Kryptonian energy beneath your skin, begging for movement. Or maybe it’s the presence at the other desk, steadily flipping through files, her brow furrowed in concentration.

You spin absently in your swivel chair, just to keep your body busy. One turn too far and the chair wobbles dangerously under your weight, threatening to tip. You gasp and grab the desk for balance - just in time.

Wanda lets out a small giggle, quick and unexpected. The sound makes your heart stutter.

“Sorry you got dragged into this too,” she says, trying to make conversation. Her eyes flick toward you, soft with something you can’t quite name. “I think this is just them getting back at me.”

You tilt your head, brows raised. “What do you mean?” Your voice is playful, but your mind leaps straight to the worst possible interpretation. “Wait - am I that bad to be around? Is this some kind of punishment?”

Wanda's eyes widen, and she scoffs, scandalized. “What? No! That’s not what I meant.” She sounds almost flustered, and when you give her your best wide-eyed puppy dog look, she glares, flustered but amused. “Come on, you’re not that bad.”

There’s laughter in her tone, and you offer a reluctant smile, looking away before it turns into a grin you can’t hide.

She leans back slightly in her chair, her voice softer now. “It’s because of Ultron, really. My fault he managed to compromise so many of our files. Now we have to go all analog. Hard copies for everything. Hence…” She gestures broadly to the pile of folders between you.

You pause, your smile fading a little. “You know you didn’t create Ultron, right?”

Wanda doesn’t answer immediately. Her fingers hover over the edge of a file. You can hear the shift in her breath, just slightly unsteady, before it evens again.

“Maybe it’s time to stop blaming yourself for something that wasn’t yours to carry,” you add gently.

There’s a moment of quiet between you, something unspoken passing in the space between your desks. A heartbeat. Hers, steady now. Yours, skipping like it’s forgotten how to keep rhythm.

Then Wanda clears her throat. “Still,” she says lightly, “I have to admit - it’s a little funny. Seeing Superwoman stuck behind a desk.”

You roll your eyes, shifting in your seat as the poor chair creaks under your weight. She smirks. “It’s like watching Thor try to sit on Tony’s designer couch. That poor thing never stood a chance.”

You laugh under your breath and adjust your posture before the chair gives out. “It’s not so bad,” you murmur, casting her a sideways glance. “I like my work partner.”

The words slip out before you can stop them. They land in the air between you with more weight than you intended.

Wanda blinks, and her cheeks flush instantly. You feel the heat creep up your own neck in response.

“I mean - like, in a friendly way,” you stammer quickly, eyes darting back to your file. “Like… liking my teammate. Not like liking liking - ”

She lets out a breathy laugh, somewhere between nervous and charmed, and turns her attention to the stack of papers in front of her like they’ve suddenly become the most fascinating thing in the world.

You try to listen - listen for the gentle rhythm of her heartbeat - but yours is pounding so loudly in your ears, you can’t hear anything else.

“I get it, Y/N,” Wanda murmurs.

And just like that, your mouth clamps shut. Embarrassment floods through you, hot and fast. You duck your head and pretend to care very deeply about the stack of inventory files in front of you, wishing you could disappear into them. Or, better yet, have one of those heavy boxes topple over and end this moment with poetic finality.

It takes a full five minutes for your brain to catch up - five minutes of sitting there in silence, pretending to work, heart pounding uselessly - before it hits you.

She called you by name.

Your eyes widen as realization crashes into you like a wave. You freeze, blinking at the words on the page that don’t even register anymore. Your breathing shifts, shallow and uneven.

Wanda brought it up first.

You didn’t even notice.

You’ve been so locked inside your own anxious spiral, so distracted by every small move she makes, that you missed the one thing you were most afraid of.

You’re so wrapped up in your panic that you don’t realize she’s stopped working, that she’s crossed the room, quiet as a shadow. She pulls something out of one of the drawers. It doesn’t belong to the inventory.

Your glasses.

The old pair, lost ages ago in the mess of the tower, now held gently in her hands like they were something precious.

You only catch her movement in your peripheral vision, and when she’s standing beside you, you instinctively hold your breath.

The chair shifts slightly beneath you, the telltale shimmer of her magic moving it to face her.

She doesn’t say anything. But there’s no anger in her face. No judgment. Just that patient, quiet look that always makes you feel like maybe the world isn’t such a bad place after all.

She brushes a few strands of hair from your eyes. Then, slowly, she slips the glasses onto your face.

“There you are,” she says softly.

It’s almost enough to undo you.

The contrast of the suit - the bright blue and red - and the old glasses feels ridiculous, but the way Wanda’s eyes soften makes it something else entirely. Familiar. Real. You.

“Wanda, I - ” you start, but she moves before you can finish.

She kisses you.

It’s soft, gentle - just the press of her lips to yours. Barely long enough to register before she pulls away.

Your cheeks go up in flames. “H-hm...” Your brain short-circuits. Words evaporate. You’re just... sitting there, in a slightly too-small chair, in your super-suit, with the most incredible girl in the world looking at you like that.

Wanda’s lips quirk in a smile. “Sorry. I just thought we had to get a few things out of the way.” Her fingers trace lightly down your cheek. “You’ve been thinking about it for days. But it didn’t seem like you were going to actually do anything.”

“I was going to,” you mumble, flustered. “Eventually.”

She laughs under her breath, warm and amused. “Sure. Eventually.”

Before you can think of a clever response, she leans in again - this time slower, more certain. Her nose brushes yours, a soft, teasing touch, before her lips find yours again.

This kiss is different. Unhurried. Confident. Her mouth moves against yours with quiet intent, and when her tongue brushes against yours, it sends a shiver down your spine.

Unfortunately, the chair makes a rather unfortunate groan beneath your shifting weight. You lurch slightly, catching yourself before you topple over completely.

Wanda pulls back with a burst of laughter, and you can’t help but join her, even as you cover your face in embarrassment.

Eventually, you peel the glasses from your nose and set them on the desk beside you. Your hands find hers and bring them to your chest, pressing them gently against the symbol on your uniform. Her gaze flickers down, then back to your face.

Your voice comes quieter now, almost fragile. “I’m sorry it took me so long to tell the truth,” you say. “I’ve never been this scared to let someone in. To risk putting them in danger just by loving them.”

Wanda doesn’t flinch. She nods, her expression softening as she wraps her arms around your shoulders.

“I do understand,” she whispers. “Come here.”

You fold into the embrace, arms slipping around her waist, grounding yourself in the feel of her - warm, solid, real. There’s a long moment where neither of you says anything. You just breathe each other in.

Then, voice low and almost conspiratorial, Wanda murmurs against your ear: “I love Mexican food, if you ever get brave enough to ask me out.”

You laugh into her shoulder, breaking the hug. “Oh my God, stop reading my mind.”

“But it’s so fun,” she teases, her smirk blooming again.

You roll your eyes, but the grin stays. “I can think of something better for you to focus on.”

She raises an eyebrow, intrigued.

But she’s the one leaning in first, closing the distance with a wicked little smile and a kiss that promises a thousand unsaid things.

[salesmancarddd]

Squid game characters x INJURED!Reader

╰┈➤ SPOILERS! some parts includes season 3

✶ Characters: Gi-hun, Nam-gyu, Cho Hyun-ju, Cho Sang-woo, Masked Officer

TW: Toxic-ish relationship (if I missed any tags remind me)

A/N: I'm genuinely speechless after watching season 3, but ngl it was so worth it Ive seen my husband holding a fish on the photo 😭💔 he absolutely looks so stupid

MASTERLIST

GI-HUN

✦ During a games he'll always make sure you're near him in case something goes wrong, he knows you can be on your own but he doesn't let it.

✦ After the failed rebellion, watching his friends die in front of him he was numbed, being chained to bed like a animal for wanting to die, the only relief he got that you're okay (it was a good call he didn't brinf you along with him, but leaving you behind was harder he didn't know if he would see you again)

✦ During a hide and seek, you got a blue team, he wanted you to switch him but you refused being stubborn, the only way he can make sure you're safe is finding you and protecting you, you were the only one he had to keep going

✦ When he wasn't able to find you he started to panic hearing all those screams reminded him of you, in panic he kept running around tyring to find you (this happens after he killed Dae-ho)

✦ In desperation he came across you but someone was attack you in that. moment he didn't even hesitate he immediately pushed him off which other dude was confused on what he was doing

✦ After what happened he realised you were badly injured there's no way for you to even get up and walk

"It's going to be okay" he said that while kept looking at the injury, your eyes were trying not to be in tears but it was hard, he knew that.

in that moment he just picked up and and kept looking for safer place for you to rest untill the game ends

"Just focus on me, alright?" He had you in bride pose while carrying you, he didn't look at you but kept looking ahead, when he found a safer place he put you on the ground, he took off his tracksuit wrapping it around your leg, during this time he didn't talk to much but inside he was panicking.

✦ He definitely felt guilty for not finding you sooner and finding you in this state, you could've died there if he didn't come across you

NAM-GYU

✦ He genuinely didn't care at first when Thanos was alive, you were just fun to them like any person was, having you in group which lead to be made fun mosly Nam-gyu did that.

✦ During a mingle game the team needed to be in two Thanos picked someone else, Nam-gyu just stood there not knowing who to pick, neither did you you accepted your fate, in brief moment he just picked you and dragged you in the room closing the door behind

"What the fuck were you standing there for?" he said in angry tone while trying to mock her, she didn't speak to him back instead she looked a tthe ground.

"Now what are you gonna cry because I yelled?" there was a silence between them before he spoke up again

"Cat got your tongue?" He tilted his head to the side with a smirk on his lips. "Or maybe you're just used to being treated like a doormat." another silence

"Shit you aren't fun" he laughed.

✦ After the game was over he kept he's eyes on you, you didn't even eat when food was given you kept staring it like a doll, your eyes were dollish to him

He couldn't help but smirk at your blank expression. Seeing you like this somehow made him feel in control, like he could do whatever he wanted with you and you won't fight back.

✦ During a hide and seek game he kept looking for you hoping he'll come across you, nobody couldn't kill you untill he decide to

But once he noticed you were wounded and bleeding, he felt a satisfaction but also some type of consern. Of course, he wasn't too sure why he was feeling this way, but that didn't stop him from kneeling in front of you and taking a look at your wounds.

"Found you." He said, his voice a low, menacing tone. He walked towards you slowly, his knife gleaming in the dim lighting. "You didn't think you could hide from me, did you?"

"Nam-gyu.. please.." she spoke Nam-gyu's smirk faded for a moment as he saw the pleading look in your eyes. He stopped in his tracks, his gaze locking with yours.

"Please what?" He asked, his grip on his knife loosening slightly. even in drug influence he stopped and listening just by hearing her say his name, the only person who said his name right.

"Please..please don't.. kill me" her voice sounded so destroyed, tears in her eyes.

Nam-gyu's expression softened ever so slightly, though his gaze remained intense. He took a few breaths before he spoke again. "And why shouldn't I?" He asked, his voice almost a whisper.

"I-.." She was speechless looking at him, fear in her eyes Nam-gyu's eyes narrowed as he watched you struggle to find the words. He could sense the fear in your voice and the way your body was trembling.

He took a step closer to you, his knife still in hand, but his grip on it loosened even more. "Come on, dollface. Say something." He said, his voice taking a slightly more gentle tone but also mockery way.

"please.. help me.." there was a long pause, before she spoke up again "Please Nam-gyu.." Nam-gyu knelt down in front of her, his gaze moving over your body. He noticed the way you were holding yourself, obviously in pain.

He gently reached out, his hand touching your arm. "shit show me where you're hurt, hurry up" he didn't even countine killing other people instead he stayed there and tried to help her.

✦ After that game he started to lose control without drug he couldn't focus or do anything, you tried keeping him calm and speaking to him, which on some part it helped

CHO HYUN-JU

✦ The first time she met you was during red light, green light, when she seen you struggling to stay calm.

✦ After the game was over she she couldn't help but notice you sitting alone, struggling to keep your composure she slowly approaches, her footsteps silent as she takes a seat beside you. For a moment, she simply gazes at you.

"You're quite shaken up."

Her voice is low, but surprisingly soft. She takes in your distressed state, the tension in your shoulders, the way your hands tremble ever so slightly.

"I guess so" she spoke up, Hyun-ju lets the silence linger for a moment before speaking again, her tone even and cautious.

"It's normal to feel on edge after that game. Everyone's just... trying to survive."

✦ After a small talk between you two, you became closer to her, you weren't sure if she even wanted you to be with her, the conversation were awkward.

✦ The spinning platform slowly begins to move, the lights and sounds around them a dizzying blur. The robotic voice announces, "Three."

Hyun-ju's grip on your arm tightens just a fraction, her eyes darting around the room, assessing the other players. When she was able to find one more player to join in that's when she lost you in crowd in panic she kept calling out your name while there was a countdown.

✦ When she found you, your arm was injured apparently someone grabbed your arm while you weren't looking and dragged you

✦ Her protective instincts kick in, and her mind zeroes in on you

Ignoring the ongoing countdown, she quickly rushes to your side, her face etched with concern. "Are you okay?"

She gently tries to move your arm, testing the range of motion.

"The countdown" You spoke up Hyun-ju's head snaps up as the robotic voice announces the countdown, reminding them that the time to reach safety is running out.

Hyun-ju: "Damnit..." in brief moment she picked you up and carried you to safer room

✦ After the game was over she checked your injury trying to help

CHO SANG-WOO

✦ You two didn't talk at all the first time you two met, the only reason you tow know each other existence is because of Gihun

✦ Over time, you and Sangwoo grew distant from each other, but you still occasionally talked. Sangwoo mostly agreed with what you said, as he often shared the same views.

✦ During a glass bridge game he seen you being more nervous it's like you were afraid of the height or dying either way he didn't pay attention to it to much, but he still kept he's eyes on you.

He could tell you were getting nervous even without looking at how your hand was tightly gripping on your shirt, how you were shaking ever so slightly. He sighed quietly, not turning around but talking behind.

"The more you look down, the more your mind spirals in panic." he said in gentle voice

"I'm trying" the panic in her tone

"Take deep breaths. Inhale, hold, and exhale. Focus on my voice, nothing else." he said while jumping on the glass

✦ Time was running out, the countdown nearing the zero mark and Sang-Woo watched as you hastily moved forward. Time seemed to slow down, his eyes locked with yours.

✦ Next, glass was shattered and pieces were flying through the air. Sang-Woo's eyes widened in alarm as a piece of glass made huge scar on your cheek

He approached you hastily, his hand gently hovering over the injure

"Let me see," He said, a bit demanding. His fingers lightly grabbed your chin and turned your head to get a better look at the cut.

"It okay it's not that big deal" she tried to crack a joke with it Sang Woo scoffed

"Not that big of a deal?" He repeated, his grip on your chin slightly tightening. "It's bleeding."

"It's just a little cut, cmon on let's go" Sang-Woo rolled his eyes, irritation starting to brew at your stubborn attitude but let it go

✦ Over some time he seemed to be more over sligly protective over you, he still didn't speak with you that much but he kept he's eyes on you

MASKED OFFICER

✦ When you first time joined it was all eyes on you but not in good way, since you were younger the rest of them you were fully a target to anyone

✦ Masked Officer kept a good eye on you seeing you different then others, you weren't following his rules always which lead to many calls into office giving her warning for her behavior, it was something he got used to it

✦ During the rebellion, you were sent along with other guards to shoot the rioters. In a brief moment, as you were firing, a bullet struck your arm, causing a loud gasp that made you fall to the ground.

✦ As the masked officer watched the cameras on the TV screen, he realized you were likely there as well. In a moment of urgency, he grabbed a Walkie-talkie and called out to you, but there was no response. He then began contacting other nearby guards to assess the situation.

✦ When the guard mentioned how many guards were injured, he paused and then said, "Guard 020." He continued listening intently. In a cold tone, he ordered any guard to bring her to his office. Hesitant, the guard obeyed his order, escorting her there bleeding from her arm, half passed out, half awake. The other gaurd left them alone leaving the room.

"Why the hell were you there!?" he asked, a hint of irritation and concern barely masking his tone. "I told you to stay where you were, and you can't even follow that." He took a sip of whiskey, glancing at you on the ground, then let out a long sigh.

"What am I supposed to do with you?" he said as he approached, kneeling down to her level. His voice was a mix of gentleness and anger. "Let me see your arm." You didn’t speak the entire time, only kept looking at him.

[julietcpulet]

In Basen’s Defense

So, I have thoughts about this. Basen did not shoot Loulan in the light novel. Or should we say, it’s not clear. We know the soldiers who enter the room shoot at her multiple times and it’s unclear who strikes her. I’m not sure why they chose to change it to Basen, drama probably and focus on a central character, like making her exit a whole dance that was a bit too long.

But I liked the dramatic look of Basen when he sees Jinshi’s scar, the loyalty he shows to him and anger towards Loulan with an intense glint in his eyes as he wants her to be punished for hurting someone he deeply respects.

Also, keep in mind there was steep punishment for letting someone of a royal personage be hurt. In the anime they don’t really make it clear that it’s Basen who gets beat by Gaoshun. This is meaningful because it’s why he wants to always be in front of Jinshi and takes it seriously when he’s been hurt, besides I believe just caring for him as he’s known him since they were young, but also because the punishment falls on everyone for them failing to protect him.

Trust me when I say Basen is one of the kindest souls in the novels. Yes they changed this scene up a little bit but it very much exemplifies who Basen is. A deeply honest and loyal person who takes treachery and harm to Jinshi very seriously. I think it’s a good moment but if you haven’t read the LNs, I recommend it. If y’all can’t get the nuance of these characters you’ll miss out on some of their best stories, like Bashu.

[peasack]

When I was scrolling through my Tumblr feed I saw this post by @lucenorthstar and I just had to write headcanons about this.

You guys should totally check out their page since they're just so good at drawing!!!

Thunderbolts x Gn!Platonic!Reader

✦ Thunderbolts Beach Day Headcanons ✦

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✦ Yelena Belova

Queen of beach snacks. She packed like three bags filled with chips, sandwiches, and suspiciously well-made pastries she "definitely didn’t steal."

Brings the most competitive energy to beach volleyball. She will trash-talk you like it’s the Olympics.

Insists on applying sunscreen for you because “you missed a spot” but proceeds to smear it on your face like a toddler with finger paint.

She’s the one dragging you into the water even if you’re fully clothed. “Come on, don’t be boring.”

Secretly makes the best sandcastles but will knock them over if anyone compliments her. “It was ugly anyway.”

✦ Bucky Barnes

Grumpy the entire car ride but secretly loves the beach. He just doesn’t know how to admit he’s having fun.

Always sits under the umbrella, fully clothed, pretending to read while occasionally checking on you like a worried old man.

Refuses to swim unless you ask him directly, then begrudgingly joins but makes sure to stay close to you the entire time.

Packs extra towels, sunscreen, and band-aids because someone has to be prepared.

Loosens up when you bury his metal arm in the sand and tell him it’s treasure. He actually smiles.

✦ John Walker

Mr. Overprepared. Cooler packed, folding chairs, umbrella, frisbee, football, you name it, he brought it.

Will not let you out of his sight. “This beach is huge. I’m not losing you in this crowd.”

Totally starts tossing you into the waves when you’re swimming. He denies it, but he’s definitely having the time of his life.

Gets way too into beach sports. He’s the guy yelling “Let’s run it back!” after winning a game of beach volleyball.

Will carry you on his back if you’re tired, 0.2 seconds after pretending to say “Tough it out.”

✦ Bob Reynolds

He burns. Badly. He slathers on sunscreen every twenty minutes and still manages to look like a lobster.

Brings books and claims he’s “just gonna chill” but ends up getting dragged into everyone’s chaos anyway.

Spends hours collecting cool shells with you and lets you bury his legs in the sand because he doesn’t know how to say no to you.

Bob is the gentle guardian who carries all your stuff without complaint and makes sure you drink water every five minutes.

Has a soft smile the whole day. He’s just happy you asked him to come.

✦ Alexei Shostakov

Absolutely insists on wearing the worst floral dad shirt and flip flops. Thinks he looks fantastic.

Cannonballs into the water and splashes everyone on purpose, laughing like a maniac.

Tries to race you in the water, fails miserably, and accuses you of cheating every time you win.

Brings the loudest, most obnoxious inflatable (like a giant pizza slice) and refuses to share.

Packs way too much food and always forces you to eat more because “you are growing child, must be strong like bear.”

✦ Ava Starr

Sits near the water’s edge, legs in the surf, soaking up the sun quietly while watching over you.

Brings a disposable camera and takes candid photos of everyone, especially when they’re laughing or mid-chaos.

Will protect you from jellyfish like she’s your personal bodyguard. “Get behind me. I’ll zap it if I have to.”

She’s the one who taught you how to skip rocks, and now it’s your little competition every time you’re near the water.

Ava packs the best music playlist and insists on having a mini dance party with you on the beach even if people stare.

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Again, for the drawing full creds to @lucenorthstar!!!

Anyways I hope you enjoyed this, and if you guys want more like it and have any ideas for me to write leave a request! <33

[sw1ft-sniff]

Out of anyone on the team Nya would notice something up with Kai, obviously because she has his behaviours and emotional responses memorised since when they were kids Kai would always try to hide his suffering from Nya (always failed but that's how she knows something is wrong)

She is always the one to notice if he's hiding an injury because he'll avoid her or act too normal (besides maybe Zane since he is a robot and can scan people probably). She always knows when he's keeping secrets because he'll be a bit more guarded in conversation, and she always knows when he's hiding something because he'll act too happy or too clingy/protective.

So, Kai had to clutch up and actually hide what happened in monstrosity, and he did, for a little while.

Nobody had noticed his odd behaviour, until they all got back to the monastery. Because Nya can brush off his slightly on edge behaviour to just recovering from the merge separating them. She can brush off his extra anxiety to the sudden changes. She notices the way he lingers behind bit more, ensuring everyone is together, the way he clings to them all tighter and a fraction longer when they hug. Sure, kai probably missed them, and is making sure nobody gets lost again. She can brush that off.

But then she notices how he's up at night. How he checks on her when he thinks shes sleeping, how he's always awake first awake in the mornings. She notices the way his face drops when they leave for missions, the way he mutters to himself under his breath when he thinks no one is listening. She notices the bags under his eyes the way he avoids water more than usual. How he avoids the mirrors, doesn't looking at himself for too long, the way he stares at himself like a monster. She notices his scars, the ones he's been trying to hide, the ones she swore weren't there before. She notices how her brother isn't doing too well. She notices his pain. His sadness. His fear.

So she confronts him about it, Kai brushes Nya off, saying she's stressing too much. She holds her ground and watches Kai falter. His facade falling for a moment, a long enough moment for her to push again, he denies again, pushing her away, deflecting. He says he's fine, just frazzled from the merge and finding everyone again. He's lying. She calls his bluff, he has always been bad at lying to her.

He gets angry telling her to leave it, to stop pushing, that he's fine, "always has and always will be". But she knows he isn't fine. If he was fine he wouldn't be yelling. If he was fine he wouldn't be so stressed, if he was fine he wouldn't be trying to hide the fresh scars from her. He isn't fine and they both know it and Kai can't think of another excuse, so Kai breaks. The walls surrounding him collapsing from the unstable ground, he isn't fine he was never fine. He just didn't want her to worry. He didn't want to be a bother when there were more important things to worry about. There was nothing more important.

She doesn't push him to tell what happened. She just wants him to stop bottling all his emotions up inside. She wants him to know that he doesn't always have to be strong, that he doesn't always have to keep it all together. That's he's a person too, a person that deserves help as much as the next. He wasn't a monster, not in her eyes.

He was her brother. Something she never could replace

[milkmugishere]

things from Phainon's Trailer

Some screenshots from Phainon's Trailer, watch it here! Now let's begin the image dump....

We got to see some snippets from previous cycles, based on the starters with the cycle / loop counts

2. Anaxa and Hyacine... Hyacine was still trying to save someone but it didn't look good judging from her tears. And I think Anaxa was keeping watch / guarding her up front.

3. Aglaea and Castorice fighting side by side. Interesting that Cas' curse of death didn't affect Aglaea here. Maybe there's something different in how it worked on the previous cycle...

Also, in this one Cas sacrificed her life to protect Aglaea.

... Cas' wish is to "live a normal life". Phainon's reply was "That's not a wish". It was really powerful, as living normally should be the norm... not something you have to wish for.

4. This is the preparation of Mydei's death in this cycle / loop:

I notice that this is the same tactic Flame Reaver used for Mydei-- to overwhelm him and separate him from his team, to open up his back.

Back in 3.1, Phainon was still there, alert. And there's Trailblazer helping too... Thus Phainon in 3.1 managed to block FR's attack and save Mydei [in Castrum Kremnos' scene].

In this previous cycle / loop, however... I think both of them are too overwhelmed, and Phainon didn't get to save him in time... and had to watch as Mydei fell.

The look on his face... and this is where Phainon breaks.

If you watch this scene, you'll notice Phainon flinched, like he couldn't believe what he saw. He looks so sad... and after this, his tears finally fall and his eyes turn gold.

5. We got to see other Heirs' death too. Tribbie, Aglaea's fall, and I think Anaxa got stabbed at some point.

6. This scene with Anaxa is interesting to me. Why is he there?

Is this a memory? Back from the Grove, maybe Anaxa asked this to him at some point? Or will he have bigger role in 3.4 as Phainon has his flash back in Aedes Elysiae? As he said he will plant the "seed of doubt" in Cerces' coreflame.

7. Phainon's dreams, I suppose? Is to enjoy life to his fullest with all his companions. Playing with kids... even give Castorice (and Pollux?) a normal life as kids. And of course, sparring with Mydei.

Look at how happy he is!!! Mydei looks happy too...!

Some also noticed Phainon is using wooden sword here, as he still doesn't want Mydei to get hurt :')

Additional tidbits: They are seemingly having their friendly spar on the rooftops at Memorial Market, nearby where Mydei usually stands in watch (as per Mydei's magazine trivia too). And in-game it is said to be a popular spot for dates lol.

8. Back to bitter truth... in this cycle, Phainon fails (I think, or at least we are shown like he failed).

But the part after is what's interesting as well. It looks like Phainon is reaching out, and then we have this symbolsm / animation of 2 Phainons clashing and fusing (?).

Phainon tears open his ribs and then transformed into the golden haired-non.

In this above frame, he looks like Lord Ravager Irontomb.

9. Phainon will walk through to end of Flamechase as written. However, he refused to submit to this idea of Fate.

I assume this means he will not end the story if it means watching all his companions die and finish it with tragedy.

10. And thus, the cycle loops... back to Aedes Elysiae.

But now, with another factor: the Astral Express.

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This trailer was so amazing as we see what in Phainon's mind from last cycle. We will get to see what Phainon will do in this current cycle, with Astral Express (and The Herta + Screwllum) in the equation!

Can't wait... but I'm also anxious....

I also have some more thoughts, but I will make separate post otherwise this will get too long lolll Ahhhhh 3.4 can't come sooner....

[sxpphotales]

isn’t it devastating? the entirety of squid game season 2-3. sure, the storytelling was bad and the plot was horrendous, but the realization of what happens to them now.

hyun ju died not knowing who killed her and not knowing if jun hee and geum ja and the baby escaped. she died thinking she was the reason why the rebellion failed and that she should’ve been more cautious. she died thinking that she could’ve saved everyone, but she didn’t and that it’s her fault.

young mi died knowing she was a burden and that she wanted to have a home. she finally found the people that she could laugh and be safe around, but she won’t even know if hyun ju and the others made it.

yong sik died wanting to save him and his mother. he died with the thoughts that he wanted to leave with his own mom and that he was everything to her, so he wanted to kill jun hee to be with his mother. that’s a son’s determination.

geum ja died after killing her own son. thinking that she couldn’t protect him. thinking that she couldn’t convince the people to vote to leave and that’s why jun hee suffered too. she killed her own son, the boy she saw after birthing, raising, and loving. even in the midst of abuse, her son was her light and she turned it off.

min su died knowing that he couldn’t ever be anything more than dust and that he was the reason why semi died. he died wanting to be appreciated, but he was called a fucking bitch instead. his last thoughts in mental instability were all about semi. the one woman who truly loved him as him.

nam gyu died in a frenzy and chaos. drugs that intoxicated his mind in a state of anxiety. he died violent and fearful. the drugs that rotted his mind so badly. he was constantly called by the wrong name and mocked. he still hears the voices and he’s aching til his last breath.

thanos died with fury and desperation. he was forced to live even after losing his career and his entire life savings. he wanted to die, but he was forced to live, and even then, he was killed by the man that ruined his entire life, even if it was indirectly.

semi died not knowing if min su even made it. she genuinely cared about min su and wanted to help him out, but she was betrayed by him. she felt betrayed by the boy who she supposedly ‘loved’ and appreciated and she was killed by the man who hated her deeply.

gyeong su died thinking that thanos and the others abandoned him. gyeong su died wanting to be accepted and seen by his dream idol and celebrity role model, but he was abandoned and killed for being too trusting and too loyal.

jun hee died thinking that her boyfriend left her and not even naming her own child. she died knowing she was a burden and that she couldn’t have survived anyways. she purposefully fell, hopeless and lost. she wanted to live for her child, but for her child, she had to die.

dae ho died afraid and angry. he was scared, he wasn’t even in the marines. he doesn’t know how any of this works and he was forced into the situation due to the toxic masculinity he implanted in himself. he died thinking that he killed everyone and that nobody will ever forgive his fears.

jung bae died, not knowing what was happening, and calling out to his best friend that he cared so much about. he died thinking that gi hun was going to die too and got so scared when he wasn’t involved in any of the plans in the first place—he just followed through to help his best friend’s smile return.

gi hun died with questions unanswered, all of his friends dead, his mother gone, his promise unfulfilled, goals unachieved (since american squid games are a thing), and his own daughter abandoned. he died with so much raw human emotions and pure guilt. he died sorrowful, angry, tired, depressed, lost, wise, guilty, regretful, and glad. he always wanted to die; he was suicidal, but god did he die with not enough. a billionaire who could’ve won squid games again, but he was too good of a heart. he was too human to kill the baby.

the unnamed baby doesn’t even have parents. jun ho still thinks that his brother abandoned him without knowing the reason why. in ho still lives separated from his family and thinking that gi hun did something that he couldn’t do. all of those families are hopeless, thinking that their broke daughter or son or father or mother or friend got drunk and passed out again. nobody will know. the games are forever a mystery; that’s the worst part about it. no one will remember them anymore. they’re all truly gone.

[bewitched-hours]

Im being a greedy lil anon >:33 (I have another idea)

Bazically, [READER] is like Telamon/Zhedletzky, they were a god like him, had wingz, etc y'know all that jazz.

And they uzed to take care of 1x! They loved the lil fella, alwayz making zure she felt loved, and playing with him. They were like a mother towardz them. But one day, they got zent away, like hibernating for many yearz.

And they alzo got Forzakened! But unfortunately, they're abzolutely forced to smile, unable to show any other emotion. Zadnezz? Nope. Anger? Only a wider zmile and showing even more teeth. Fear? A smaller zmile, but it can turn larger. Tirednezz? Just a zmall zmile.

But in the round with 1x, they THOUGHT zhe waz a zurvivor. But it zeemz he hates them.

They thought they were just being.. weirder then normal, nothing bad, right?

Wrong. Zo zo wrong.

1x1x1x1 zlammed them to the ground, zaying terrible thingz about them, zaying how they failed to protect them, etc. Until finally he grabbed at their wingz (if you didn't know, bird wingz are very zenzitive), tugging and pulling az hard az they pozzibly could, before she grabbed the root of the wingz finally ripping them out. [READER] zcreamed in abzolute agony, tearz pouring down their face, a rare frown on their face. Az they dezperately tried to claw into the ground, but the pain waz way too much for them. 1x1x1x1 just discarded the wingz next to them, didn't even feel bad for [READER], just thought they failed her too.

When [READER] for teleported back into the lobby, they were dripping blood, and extremely weak. They just went into the cabin, wrapping their woundz, and didn't go out. They hardly even went into roundz.

Anywhoooo, idk if this is like angzt or anything (I'm horrible at telling if it iz or not) but happy writing!

MAKE SURE TO FUCKING TAKE CARE OF YOURZELF OR IM GOING TO BE IN YOUR FUCKING VENTZ.

-zanon

ZANON YOU CHEEKY LITTLE CHEF- I LOVE IT!!! Although, I'll say the wings are back after the round because I think it'll make for better angst when the reader can still feel the pain even though the consequences were nulled- Also, I got a little confused but I hope this was what you wanted and sorry for not including the smile part (⸝⸝⸝-﹏-⸝⸝⸝)

Reader gets She/They~

Things started out perfect.

You were a god, adored by many and hated by few. Usually just cultists that thought you were an insult to their god or delusions.

It was amusing... Though you usually spent time with your fellow gods.

Especially Telamon. He had a knack for lighting up the mood even though he usually did as he pleased.

But he did make one thing you would never forget. 1x1x1x1. 1x for short.

The little one was absolutely adorable, you couldn't believe Telamon of all the gods made it.

But seeing as Telamon annoyingly ignored her, you decided to step it up and redirect 1x's attention to you to treat him like an actual child and give her a chance to be happy...

Alas... It didn't last long.

You were so confused when 1x disappeared and Telamon's refusal to talk about it made you grow suspicious, even angry at your fellow god.

How dare he take away the kid?! Is there really not a care in his chicken brain even for the emotions of another god?!

No... Of course not...

That's probably why he disappeared not long after... Not like you cared...

That's why you were Forsakened. Your fury and pent-up emotions all combining to have you black out and become the perfect victim for the Spectre.

You were in a new form entirely, losing your godly spark and being forced to adjust to a weaker state.

How weird that you were immediately befriended by Shedletsky... Though, he didn't strike you as an ex-deity.

Not that you could think about it much when you were hastily thrown into a round with 1x as the killer.

You were learning how to handle the generators when she showed up, making your wings flutter open partially. Though you were too overwhelmed with joy at seeing him again that you didn't notice the hatred burning in his eyes.

And before you even got a sentence out, you were knocked to the ground by her minions, your wings flapping about in a panic.

"1x- What's-" You were about to question him when a tug at your wings made you yelp in pain.

"Pathetic..." You could only look up in shock and fear as they began to slowly pull at your wings. The pain made you scream but your confusion rang through it all.

"You were a GOD and couldn't protect me?! You probably didn't even try! Did you know how much I suffered from you both?!" Their words made you freeze for a moment. Did you ever hurt them? You only ever remembered showing them love, right?

They only continued, dragging out the torture as you desperately clawed at the ground in agony. The roots of your wings were starting to rip and you wondered how you were even still conscious as you lost all feeling where your wings were.

Feeling them go limp, 1x simply scoffed and quickly grabbed the roots before ripping them out in a swift motion and allowing you to watch in horror as your wings now bled out beside you. "Even now you stick by him... Disgusting..."

And then... You were back at the cabin...

Silence filled the air while the feeling of your wings returned gradually. Though you didn't bother to react, your mind still stuck at what 1x told you. There was still blood dripping where the wounds had been and although the other survivors all tried to talk to you, your expression of pure shock and trauma was enough to explain why you didn't answer them.

'Even now you stick by him'? They didn't mean...

You were too exhausted to think...

The others could only watch as you dragged your wings behind you with a medkit in hand, heading to your cabin in silent defeat.

Where was that sweet smile you missed? That childish glee that would always insist on the best outcome?

Where was the child you had tried so hard to protect without incurring Telamon's wrath?

All questions that ran through your mind as you wrapped up your own injuries, tears finally showing up and staining the bandages on you as you mourned the loss of the child.

You mourned the loss of hope...

"[Reader], can I come in..?" Shedletsky sounded nervous but entered anyways, not taking your uncharacteristic silence as rejection.

You just laid on your bed, too exhausted to move but too confused to sleep. "Do you know... 1x..?"

The words had slipped from your mouth without even thinking. It would make sense if they had been talking about Shedletsky...

But he hesitated to answer... Which sparked an old rage to begin boiling again...

"Please just tell me..." You pleaded, knowing if he refused to address it you might scream.

Of course, he knew better. He just nodded and rubbed at the back of his neck. "You caught me... heh..." He tried to lighten the mood but it only angered you further.

"Telamon." Your sudden firmness and the fact you used his old name startled him. "What the fuck did you do?"

You only had your own wrath to strengthen you as you sat up, staring at him with that same gaze you had when 1x had first disappeared and he refused to talk about it. "You better tell me the truth or I swear I'm making sure to-"

He was quick to interrupt you. He was uncomfortable with the topic but he proceeded to tell you everything.

It was disturbing and if the damage from 1x hadn't made you want to vomit, now you felt much more like it...

The only reason you hadn't started strangling the man was for the fact he actually didn't try to lighten the facts or sugarcoat them. He was honest... But you were still angry.

"They were just a child..." You felt a lump form in your throat, hands balled against your face. "And I..."

"I failed them..."

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Kiss Me Before the Words Hurt Too Much|oneshots

Charles leclerc

“I had all and then most of you

Some and now none of you…”

The rain had just started to fall over Monte Carlo, turning the city gold and gray in equal measure. The windows of Charles’ apartment fogged slightly as the tension in the room pressed against them — heavy, sharp, and unspoken for too long.

He stood by the counter, jaw clenched, arms crossed. You were near the door, your shoes still on, like you weren’t sure if you were staying.

“You keep shutting me out, Charles,” Y/N said softly, her voice tight with frustration. “I ask you how you’re doing and you say ‘fine.’ I ask what’s wrong and you give me silence.”

Charles looked down, brows furrowed. “Because sometimes I don’t know how to explain it,” he murmured, voice strained. “Because I’m tired, Y/N. I give everything out there—on track, in front of cameras—and when I come home, I’m just... worn out.”

She exhaled sharply, the words hitting her in the chest. “And I’m not asking you to perform for me. I’m asking you to talk to me. I’m not some reporter trying to get a headline, Charles. I’m yours.”

That made him look up.

Those brown eyes — usually warm, now clouded with guilt — met hers. The kind of gaze that felt like it reached right through her skin.

“I know you are,” he whispered. “And that’s exactly why it’s hard sometimes. Because if I tell you how much it hurts, how afraid I am of letting everyone down—of letting you down—then it becomes real. Too real.”

Y/N felt her throat tighten. All her anger, the sharp edges of her tone, softened in an instant.

She took a step forward, boots clicking on the floor.

“You don’t have to protect me from the ugly parts, Charles,” she said. “That’s not how love works.”

He didn’t respond. His fingers tapped anxiously on the side of his arm. The silence stretched again — the kind that was starting to break her heart more than the words.

And so, before she could think about what came next — before pride, or pain, or fear stopped her — Y/N walked straight up to him and kissed him.

Hard. Honest. Desperate.

Charles froze for a second.

Then melted.

His arms unwrapped from around himself and wrapped around her instead, pulling her in like he was holding the only thing that tethered him to earth. His lips moved against hers with a quiet kind of urgency, like this kiss was his way of speaking when words had failed him.

When they finally pulled back, breathless and close, his forehead rested against hers.

“I’m sorry,” he whispered, hands cradling her waist like she was breakable. “You’re the only place I feel safe. That scares me sometimes.”

Y/N smiled, brushing a thumb against his cheek. “Then stop running from it, and let me be that place.”

His lips ghosted over hers again — this time slow, reverent.

“I love you,” he murmured, like a promise. “Even when I don’t say it. Even when I’m a mess.”

“I know,” she said. “That’s why I kissed you.”

Outside, the rain kept falling.

Inside, so did the walls between them.

Lewis Hamilton

“I need you ...

I'm ready to love you…”

The hotel suite was quiet except for the soft hum of the city outside. London pulsed beyond the windows — alive, indifferent — but inside, everything felt stuck. The kind of silence that wasn’t peaceful. It was too sharp. Too full.

Lewis sat on the edge of the couch, hunched forward, hands clasped between his knees. Y/N stood by the table, arms crossed tightly over her chest, her jaw set.

She was trying — again. And he was… distant. Again.

“You say you're okay, but I can see it, Lewis,” she said quietly, pain lacing each word. “You come home and you vanish. You don’t let me in anymore.”

He rubbed his jaw, not looking at her. “It’s just been a lot lately.”

“That’s not an answer,” she snapped, a little harsher now. “I’m not your PR team. I’m not asking for a statement. I’m asking for you.”

That made him finally meet her eyes — and what she saw made her stomach twist. Not anger. Not apathy.

Exhaustion.

His voice was low. “Do you have any idea how heavy it feels? To walk around with a target on your back, trying to be perfect, to represent something bigger than yourself—then to come home and feel like even that’s not enough?”

Y/N’s breath caught.

“That’s not what I meant,” she whispered.

“I know,” he said, softer now. “But sometimes I don’t know how to carry all of it. So I carry it alone.”

She crossed the room slowly, heart thudding in her chest. “I never asked you to carry it alone.”

Lewis looked down, shoulders tense. “It’s not about you. It’s about me not knowing how to break without letting everyone down.”

A long pause.

Her hand reached up and touched his shoulder, then the side of his face. “You’re allowed to break. You just can’t keep shutting me out when you do.”

He still didn’t speak.

So she kissed him.

Not with fire. Not out of anger.

She kissed him like he was a wound she was willing to hold. Gentle. Firm. Intentional.

Her hands on his face, thumb brushing against his cheek, as if to say “You’re not alone anymore.”

Lewis didn’t move for a second. Then he sank into it like a dam finally giving way.

His hands gripped her waist, forehead resting against hers when they pulled back. His eyes were glassy, raw in a way only she ever got to see.

“I’m scared,” he murmured. “Of failing. Of being too much. Not enough.”

“You’re everything,” she whispered back. “To me, you’re everything.”

He nodded slightly, exhaling a breath he hadn’t realized he’d been holding.

“Thank you for kissing me,” he said. “I didn’t even realize how much I needed it.”

“I know,” she smiled faintly, brushing his curls away from his face. “That’s why I did it.”

And for the first time that night, he smiled — just a little — but it was real.

Carlos Sainz

“When you love someone ...

You open up your heart…”

The sound of the front door clicking shut echoed through the quiet apartment. Rain had just started outside, tapping softly against the windows, as if trying to fill the space between two people who had suddenly stopped knowing what to say.

Carlos stood near the kitchen, hand running through his hair. His brows were drawn together — not in anger, but in confusion. Hurt. A rare thing for him.

“You could’ve just told me,” he said finally, not looking at her. “If you didn’t want me at the event, you didn’t have to make excuses.”

Y/N stood in the middle of the living room, arms loosely crossed, more defensive than she meant to be.

“I wasn’t making excuses,” she muttered. “I just needed some space.”

His eyes finally met hers. “From me?”

A beat passed.

“I’m not… used to needing someone this much,” she admitted, voice quieter now. “It scares me. When you’re gone for weeks, when I don’t know what city you’re in, when I can’t be part of that world—sometimes I feel like I don’t belong in your life.”

Carlos took a slow breath, his voice low. “And so you push me away.”

“I don’t mean to.”

“But you do,” he said gently. “And I let you. Because I think ‘okay, maybe she needs air.’ But I’m also here thinking—why won’t she just talk to me?”

Her throat tightened. She hated that he was right. He always read her too well.

“Because I’m not good at this,” she said, frustrated now — more with herself than him. “I’m not good at being vulnerable. You’re so calm, so steady. And I’m just—”

“Mine,” he said simply.

That stopped her.

“You’re just mine,” Carlos repeated. “Messy or not. Guarded or open. I don’t care. But you don’t get to decide you’re not part of my life. That’s not your call. I already chose you.”

Y/N blinked. Her heart thudded in her chest.

And before he could say another word — before he could turn away or take one more step back — she crossed the space between them and kissed him.

Not out of victory.

Not to silence him.

But because her chest was full of too much. Regret. Relief. Love.

His hand immediately found the side of her neck, steady, anchoring her like always. He kissed her back with that quiet strength only he had — like he’d been waiting for her to finally just let go.

When they parted, he kept his forehead against hers.

“I wasn’t going to walk away,” he whispered. “But you were letting me think I should.”

“I know,” she said, voice cracking. “That’s why I kissed you.”

Carlos exhaled softly, pressing another kiss to her lips — slower this time.

“You’re not perfect,” he said. “But you’re worth fighting with. And for.”

Franco Colapinto

“When you love someone

You open up your heart…”

The hotel room was scattered with little things — his hoodie on the chair, your charger tangled near the bed, his race schedule on the desk. Comfortable chaos. Normally, it felt like home.

Tonight, it felt… off.

Y/N stood near the open balcony door, arms crossed, eyes heavy with frustration. Franco was sitting on the bed, fidgeting with a ring on his finger, brows slightly furrowed but trying not to seem defensive.

“You can’t just joke your way out of everything, Franco,” she said, her voice low but tight. “Every time I try to talk about how I feel, you turn it into something light. Funny. You smile like it’s all fine.”

“I’m not trying to make fun of you,” he said, finally meeting her eyes. “I just— I don’t always know how to respond. I’m not good with serious talks, you know that.”

She let out a shaky breath. “That’s not good enough anymore.”

Franco stood up slowly, the humor gone now. He stepped forward but left just enough space between them that it ached.

“I know I joke a lot,” he said, quieter this time. “But that doesn’t mean I don’t feel things. I just… I feel things too much. So I protect it. With laughs. With stupid nicknames. With pretending I don’t get scared of losing you.”

Y/N blinked, a little stunned at the honesty.

His voice dropped more, raw and honest in a way he rarely was. “Do you think I don’t notice when you get quiet? When you stop texting me back as fast? When you pull away a little, like you’re testing if I’ll follow?”

She looked down, heart pounding. “I’m not testing you.”

“I know,” he whispered. “But I still chase you.”

Silence fell again — that kind of silence where the truth hangs between two people, waiting to be caught.

So she did the only thing that felt right in the moment.

She kissed him.

Quick. Breathless. Frustrated. But full of love.

Like she needed to shut him up — and also pull him closer.

Franco froze for a second — then smiled into the kiss, softly at first, like “Finally.”

He kissed her back with that familiar tenderness, like her lips were the only place he ever wanted to land. When they pulled back, foreheads pressed together, his thumb traced the edge of her jaw.

“Didn’t expect that,” he murmured, eyes still closed.

“I didn’t want to argue anymore,” she whispered. “I just wanted you to know you’re worth being serious for.”

Franco smiled, this time real. “And I’m still gonna annoy you in the morning.”

She rolled her eyes with a small laugh. “I’d be worried if you didn’t.”

He kissed her again — slower this time. Sweeter.

“You always win when you kiss me like that,” he said against her lips.

“I know,” she smirked. “That’s why I did it.”

Paul Aron

“I can't help but love you

Even though I try not to…”

The lights in the living room were low, and the quiet buzz of the street outside was the only thing keeping the room from collapsing into complete silence.

Y/N stood in front of the window, arms crossed tightly over her chest, while Paul leaned against the back of the couch, jaw clenched, eyes fixed on the floor like it had the answers he couldn’t find.

“You didn’t have to say that, Paul,” she said finally, voice low, like she was afraid of her own volume.

He didn’t look up. “I know.”

“Then why did you?”

His mouth opened slightly, then shut again. A muscle in his jaw flicked, that signature restraint clashing against the rising emotion in his chest. He wasn’t good at this — not when it came to her. Especially not when it was about hurting her.

“You always walk away when I try to talk about how I feel,” she said, louder this time. “So yeah, maybe I pushed. But you didn’t have to throw that in my face.”

Paul’s eyes lifted. Finally. And they were burning. Quietly, but clearly.

“I said it because I didn’t want you to see how much it actually got to me,” he said. “I thought if I made it into something sharp, something you’d back away from, I wouldn’t have to admit it.”

Y/N’s breath hitched. “Admit what?”

“That I hate it,” he said, more forcefully now. “I hate how easily you think I’ll leave. Like I haven’t proved to you a thousand times that I won’t.”

She stared at him, the fight in her stomach flipping into something else entirely — guilt, love, need.

Paul took a step forward, hands still shoved in his hoodie pocket like he didn’t trust them. “Do you even know how much I care about you? Or are you still waiting for me to screw it up so you can say, ‘I knew it.’”

Tears stung at her eyes. She opened her mouth to speak, but the words tangled somewhere behind her ribs.

So she did what she hadn’t planned — what she hadn’t even fully thought through.

She kissed him.

Hard. Fast. No warning.

Like the apology wouldn’t come out of her mouth but it might live in her touch.

Paul froze for a second — just a second — and then kissed her back like he’d been holding back an entire storm.

His hand moved to her jaw, the other to her waist, like he needed to hold her in place before she disappeared again. When they finally pulled apart, her chest was heaving.

He looked at her, brows drawn, voice rough. “What was that?”

“I don’t want to fight with you anymore,” she whispered. “And I needed to remind you that I do know how much you care.”

Paul stared at her for a long moment, something soft flickering behind his eyes.

“I didn’t mean what I said,” he murmured. “And I hate that I said it just to hurt you.”

Y/N nodded slowly. “Then stop shutting down when you’re scared. Let me see you. Even when it’s messy.”

His forehead pressed to hers, breaths syncing as the world outside their window kept moving.

“I’m not going anywhere,” he said. “So stop kissing me like I might.”

She smiled, a little tearful. “That’s the only way I know how.”

Lando Norris

“I think I’m gonna lose my mind ...

Something deep inside me I can’t give up…”

“You always make a joke when I’m trying to be serious.”

Y/N’s voice was louder than usual — not yelling, but tight, strained. She stood in the middle of the hallway, arms folded, heart beating far too fast for how calm he looked.

Lando was leaning against the wall near the bedroom door, one hand running through his curls, the other crossed over his chest like a shield.

“Because everything isn’t that serious,” he muttered, not meeting her eyes. “You always want to turn stuff into these big dramatic talks.”

She blinked, like she hadn’t quite heard him right.

“This isn’t a drama, Lando. It’s me saying I don’t feel seen. That I miss you. That I don’t want to be the girl standing in your apartment wondering if you’d even notice if I left.”

His expression shifted — slightly. But he was still hiding behind that smirk, that tilt of his head that made everything feel like it wasn’t really real.

He opened his mouth to say something else — probably another sarcastic deflection — but she cut him off.

“You know what?” Y/N said, stepping forward, hands clenched. “I can’t keep trying to get through to you while you stand there acting like it’s all nothing.”

And then she kissed him.

Hard. Fast. With so much emotion it practically knocked the air out of both of them.

Lando’s body tensed at first — stunned — but then his hands flew to her waist, dragging her closer. His lips caught up with hers like he’d been dying for this. For her. For anything real.

He kissed her back like the words he didn’t know how to say. Like he needed to prove with his mouth what he couldn’t with his tone.

When they finally pulled away, breathless and a little dazed, his forehead leaned against hers.

“I don’t mean to shut you out,” he murmured, voice cracked open. “I just… I don’t always know what to do when things feel heavy. I joke because it’s easier than saying ‘I’m scared of messing this up.’”

Y/N closed her eyes, forehead still pressed to his.

“I don’t need you to be perfect, Lando,” she whispered. “I just need you to meet me there when I’m trying.”

His thumb brushed her cheek, no teasing in sight now. “You kissed me like I was about to lose you.”

She nodded. “Because I felt like I was.”

He exhaled, eyes finally locking with hers — really seeing her now.

“Then I’m glad you did.”

Oscar Piastri

“All I know is we said hello ...

And your eyes look like coming home…”

The apartment was still — that kind of stillness that pressed into your skin, filled every breath. The kind where something’s off, even if no one’s raised their voice.

Oscar stood in the kitchen, sleeves pushed to his forearms, his jaw clenched slightly as he leaned against the counter. Y/N stood across from him, arms crossed, frustration bubbling under her quiet tone.

“I just wish you'd react to something,” she said softly. “Anything.”

Oscar blinked slowly. “I’m reacting.”

“No,” she snapped. “You’re thinking. You’re analyzing. But you're not reacting. You're not saying anything that actually tells me how you feel.”

He tilted his head. “Because I don’t want to say something I’ll regret.”

Y/N let out a soft, humorless laugh. “At least that would mean you felt something. You always play it so calm, so unbothered—like nothing ever touches you.”

He looked at her then. Really looked.

“Do you think I don’t feel things just because I don’t shout them?”

“I don’t know, Oscar,” she said, shoulders falling slightly. “Sometimes it’s like I’m breaking right in front of you and you just… stand there.”

He exhaled through his nose, eyes dropping to the floor for a moment before he pushed off the counter and took a step closer.

“You think I don’t notice when you’re breaking?” he said, voice low but clear. “I notice everything. I just don’t always know if you want me to catch you or let you fall.”

Her heart cracked at that — not in pain, but in sudden understanding.

She crossed the space between them, fast — and before she could overthink it, she kissed him.

Slowly. Purposefully. Like a truth her words had failed to speak.

Oscar’s hands found her waist immediately, not pulling her closer — holding her there, like he was afraid she’d pull away before he could finish saying everything he didn’t know how to say.

When they broke apart, he kept his forehead against hers.

“You think I don’t care?” he whispered. “Y/N… you’re the only thing that gets through the noise in my head.”

She smiled faintly, lips still brushing his. “Then next time, just tell me.”

“I will,” he promised. “Next time, I won’t just stand there.”

And with that, he kissed her again — firmer this time, like he’d just remembered how much he could feel.

Arthur Leclerc

“Kiss me the way that you would..

If we died tonight…”

“You always turn it around on yourself,” she snapped, pacing in front of the couch, hands flying with emotion.

Arthur sat there, back pressed into the cushions, hands clasped together as he watched her with those storm-grey eyes — quiet, but intense. “Because maybe it is about me,” he said, more quietly. “Maybe I really am the problem.”

Y/N froze mid-step. “Don’t do that.”

“I’m not trying to be dramatic,” he said, voice steady but hurt bleeding through. “You said you feel like you’re always the one making the effort. That I don’t show up the way you need me to. And I’m trying to hear that, Y/N, but it just makes me think…” His jaw clenched. “Maybe you deserve someone who doesn’t need to be told how to love you properly.”

The words hit her like a punch. Not because he was yelling. Not because he was angry. But because he meant it. Because he was sitting there — honest, stripped down, looking at her like she was already halfway out the door.

Her voice cracked as she whispered, “You’re not the problem, Arthur.”

He looked up, finally, and it shattered her.

“You never were,” she added, stepping closer. “I was scared, and tired, and I took it out on you because you’re the safest place I have.”

His eyes didn’t move. He didn’t even blink. He just… waited.

So she kissed him.

Slow, desperate, full of apology. Like she needed him to feel every unsaid thing — I love you, I didn’t mean it, I’m sorry.

His hands came up slowly, almost uncertain — one cradling the back of her neck, the other settling over her lower back like he needed her to stay there. With him. Still.

When she pulled back, her forehead rested against his.

“I don’t need someone perfect,” she whispered. “I need you. The one who listens. The one who notices. The one who always asks me if I’m okay even when I’m lying through my teeth.”

Arthur finally let out a breath — the kind he hadn’t realized he was holding.

“You scared me,” he murmured. “You said those things like you were already halfway gone.”

“I’m not,” she promised. “I kissed you because I couldn’t stand the thought of losing you over a moment I didn’t mean.”

He kissed her again, slower this time — longer — like the tension had finally melted into something softer. Something safe.

And then, pulling her into his lap, he murmured, “Next time, yell at me less. Kiss me sooner.”

She laughed into his neck. “Deal.”

Hi guys.. hope you like my this post too..

I have part 2 in my mind too.. but than it would be a bit lengthy.. so comment for 2.

[rookthebird]

no thoughts only rujinu arranged marriage royalty au. princess rumi of the human kingdom (her parents were murdered when she was a baby and a regent has held the throne) and prince jinu of the demon kingdom (adopted, a street urchin stolen from his family and trained for the role) are excited that queen celine and king gwi-ma are ending the war between their kingdoms. finally!! peace at last!

the two rulers announce the peace treaty. "in order to cement the peace between our warring kingdoms... our heirs will marry."

they're both smirking. celine knows the rebellious princess will never go through with it, and perhaps she can even stage rumi's murder at the hands of her demon fiance. gwi-ma knows his adopted son isn't good enough to win the heart of any woman, and people will want to avenge jinu if he's murdered by the cruel humans.

of course, the more everyone thinks they're going to fail, the more determined rumi and jinu become to succeed. they may hate each other, but they can't let the kingdom find out! they'll be the most romantic fake newlyweds the kingdom has ever seen... or die trying to protect each other.

[enygma-and-crow-show]

The idea of Harleen Quinzel, Jonathan Crane, and Bruce Wayne going to med school together is so devastating because imagine they made a small little study group and had fun together, Alfred has bedsheets for the both of the in the manor and all, and then they grow up.

Then Harley gets manipulated by the Joker and Jon's obsession takes over his life and Bruce become Batman. Imagine how much more complicated the lore would get there.

Imagine Bruce seeing Harley become Harley Quinn and do all the stuff she does and feeling like he failed her because he couldn't protect her from the Joker. Imagine Bruce and Alfred seeing Jon being Scarecrow on TV and Alfred'd heart cracks a little because that young man who came over all the time to study had been one of the few people to respect his kitchen. Imagine Bruce actively trying to avoid sending Jon and Harley to Arkham as much as possible because he doesn't want them to hate him if they ever found out. They were his saftey net in med school- they were his friends.

Imagine the reveal of who is behind the cowl! Imagine the hurt and betrayal. It would be all around for all three of them. Jonathan would finally feel a little fear, not of the Bat but of what he's done to a friend of his. Harley would be sobbing and apologizing to Bruce, hiding his face from the other Rouges.

Imagine Bruce still sends them care packages, like groceries for Jon at whatever hideout he's in and makeup and new fabric for Harley. Imagine Alfred demands to put some of his cooking in there too. Jon getting some southern food made by Alf and Harley getting baked sweets?

Im officially adding this to my au. I've been thinking about it far too much. I need more of this. The angst would be astronomical.

[kohvan]

About Jacob, John, and their relationship

Sometimes, I wondered why Jacob and John didn't really communicate throughout the game. There are little to no interactions between them, and for me, it made no sense. They're brothers. Jacob loved John and protected him when he was little. John, I'm sure, loved Jacob, too, because he flipped the whole damn USA upside down to find him. And yet... The only connection between them is Joseph. Only Joseph contacts John or Jacob, and it seems like they have no direct contact with each other.

At first, I thought it was Jacob's guilt and shame that caused it. For sure, he felt deeply ashamed of himself: he failed to protect John. He lost his control and got into a juvenile, and John suffered without him around. And then — the war. He came back ugly, from inside to outside. He was ashamed that his little Johny, that kind and big-eyed boy, would be terrified. He looked more like a beast than Jacob John once knew. And when John found him, it was the worst way imaginable: he didn't find his protector but found a failure that cried lying on a dirty cot in the middle of God-knows-what kind of facility. From Jacob's perspective, it ruined their relationship. From Jacob's perspective, John wouldn't want a brother like that. Would probably hate him, even.

Then I thought it went for both sides. John felt guilty for being the one who "snitched" their family to his teachers. John felt guilty for ruining it and eventually getting them all separated. And Jacob was always the one with a temper, so he'd probably be very angry at John and hate him, so it would be better to avoid him...

But then, it doesn't make any sense, really. For over a decade of running their Project, wouldn't they get along once again? Because it seems that Joseph did. Joseph communicates very closely and intimately (in a familial way) with both of his brothers. Why wouldn't they be the same towards each other?

And oh, it hit me. Joseph. Joseph fucking Seed. Comes out once again to ruin something precious.

See, here is the thing. John's fully under Joseph's control. You can argue or not. You can think John's the "favorite child," but it's not true. Joseph needs John for his traumas. Joseph needs John the way he is: angry, maniacal, unstable. When John cried about killing a woman? Joseph said John's gifted. When John overstepped by drowning the Rook? Joseph humiliated him and threatened him.

Jacob needed months to recover after they found him. So who'd John lean to? Joseph. Who'd John see as an adult figure? Joseph. Who'd John open his heart to? Joseph. John wouldn't want to throw it on Jacob, not when Jacob was still a mess. So John and Joseph reestablished their sibling closeness over time. And of course, John shared his life with Duncans (and we know he did because Joseph described it in detail in his Book). And Joseph? He used it against John. Joseph used the same tools and words to keep John in line. At the same time, he was that loving brother who supported John.

It was a smart, carefully played game. Joseph made sure his hold on John's pulse was tight.

And what if Jacob steps in? John would get distracted. Another adult figure, another loving family member in his life, would make him feel better. Jacob would never manipulate John or force John into obedience, not with the way he always protected and loved him. Jacob would support John and maybe scold him brotherly, and it would melt away John's anger. It would melt away John's traumas.

And Joseph doesn't need that. Joseph doesn't want John to betray his loyalty. Joseph needs John alone and depending. On his love, his attention, his punishments. That's why Joseph made sure Jacob's still not close with John.

I'm not saying he did this on purpose. He's not that evil. He loves his brothers. He wants the best for them, I'm sure of that. But again... What if the Voice said it would go against God's plans? Joseph loved his daughter, too, and he mourned killing her. It's something... subconscious. Not purposeful. But still, I think, even if without really meaning it, Joseph is the one guilty for Jacob's and John's relationship being so distant.

[thatblackstarinleo]

wip fic game!

This is such a FUN idea so thank you to @alltimecharlo, who sent it to me days ago, and apologies for taking such a long time to actually do it. BUT. I finally have enough time to sit down, stretch my fingers, and write it all out. So here we go. My WIP folder(s), categorized, and in writing order (per pairing):

✨WillMack✨

just like heaven Basically, rivals (are they ever really rivals?) to lovers. A/B/O world. True mates, bonding, giving each other hickeys, while being so dumb about each other. Hiding it. Failing. Absolutely fluffy and saturated in feelings. I think we all know about this one at this point.

where the water turns gold New England girl!Will & still-BU-player Mack. Will's a golfer at BC, wears knit sweaters and subtle gold jewelry. Mack thinks she's too cool for him and... he's kind of right. But she likes that he sucks at golf and follows her around the driving range like a kicked puppy. Slow-burn summer romance with an agnsty twist.

JLH snippets (1, 2, 3... ?) - Mack in heat? - Their first NHL season together? - Will, like, just holding Mack's hand during a five hour flight? - Listen. I don't know. They show up and I write them. No promises. No structures. Only chaos.

still-unnamed pianist!Mack / hockey!Will AU BC college AU. Will's a jock, Mack's a music major. They meet in Music Theory, Will can't read sheet music for shit, but plays like a dream. Mack is furious about it. Will falls head over heels, very quietly, like a slow song you don't notice until it's all you can hear. Dual POV??

in the white sunshine Dom/Sub universe. Will is a dom, Mack is a sub - except, no one's supposed to know that, because Rick Celebrini exists. It's painful. It's tough. It's about shame and power and wanting things that feel dangerous. I wrote two chapters. Then I cried and started writing just like heaven. Will revisit this when my emotional capacity is higher. You've been warned.

Mpreg sequel to JLH Yeah. It's gonna happen. Not yet, but definitely eventually. I'll probably write a few snippets while writing my other WIPs to ease myself in, emotionally. I'm not strong enough now. But later? Oh, we're DOING IT.

Scientist WillMack AU Look. This might not happen until I'm done with my PhD, but. Will and Mack in the same Harvard research institute. Competing for machine time. Mack's like "why are you always hoarding the fucking thermocycler??!!" and Will's like "maybe if you knew how to book it properly—" and they get feral in lab meetings. Coworkers think they hate each other. They do not (even if they don't know it yet).

✨NicoJack✨

endless summer hues UMich AU. Girl!Jack is a figure skater. Nico plays hockey. Quinn is there, being the protective older brother that he is. Jack is beautiful and talented and Nico immediately loses his mind. Jesper, Nate & Dawson witness it all. Basically the "don't date your teammate's little sister" in which the main character ends up doing exactly that.

golden like daylight Sequel to only the young. Summer after they Nico and Jack mate. It's domestic. It's fluffy. It's hot. It's a bit angsty. 30k+ written. A bit chaotic.

unnamed outsider POV (Luke) Luke seeing everything. Realizing something's off. Putting it together. Asking one question and watching his brother and his captain absolutely flounder. Dragging Dawson in, somehow. Yeah...

✨JamieTrevor✨

Same A/B/O universe as just like heaven and only the young What if they were true mates? What if they were roommates? What if they were insufferable about it? Got into this while writing a scene in golden like daylight and then Jamie's trade hit and I got sad. But now... they're back. So expect chaos, fluff, and Trevor getting bit.

[topazy]

Teen spirt

Pairings: Carl Grimes x reader, Maggie Rhee x sister reader

Warnings: Swearing

Chapter: 7.03

Every time Carl climbs the fence and disappears deep into the woods, you fear he’s never coming back.

And this time is no different.

“Just keep Judith safe, and I’ll do the rest.” he presses a light kiss to your lips and then steps back. “I’ll see you soon.”

A bile of dread stirs in your belly as you walk the grounds of Alexandria, pushing the pram Judith is in to help her sleep. The thought of Rick returning soon and asking for his son made you feel queasy.

You wanted to sneak out and go to Hilltop to see your sister, but Carl argued that your healing wound would not only slow you down, but the smell of blood could possibly attract the dead, so Enid, who overheard part of your heated conversation, volunteered to go to Hilltop and check on Maggie while Carl was off on his own. Carl was going to kill Negan but had only told you that, so now it was down to you to cover for him.

While walking, you survey the houses and make note of all the ones still damaged from when the horde of walkers got in.

Sometimes at night you could still picture Ron’s face when you killed him. You didn’t regret saving Carl, but the price you’ve paid to save him has taken a small part of your soul. And if Carl’s plan failed and he died, it would have been all for nothing. You wished he had stayed in Alexandria or at least had let you join him. The fear of what the saviors would do to him if he exceeded kept playing on the back of your mind as well.

“Ma’am.”

Looking over your shoulder, you see Eugene walking in your direction and quickly wipe the fallen tears away. He has a somber look on his face and a cardboard box in his hand. Although he lied about being a doctor, Eugene had never actually hurt anyone. He just always seems afraid.

“Hi, Eugene.”

“Sorry to interrupt your morning routine, but I thought you might like to have these.”

Curious, you glance in the box and immediately recognize the flowers inside it. “It’s lilies.”

“I believe Deanna had been growing them before she died.”

Your mom used to always say lilies were the best choice of funeral flowers because they were a symbol of purity and innocence, and now you have a box full of them. You fight to blink back the tears welling in your eyes. “Do you want to help me and Judith with an arts and crafts project?”

—

Sitting cross-legged in the back garden of Rick’s house, you continue making a wreath out of the flowers, spray wire, and ribbons that you found while Eugene writes down notes. It was obvious he had been crying recently, but you didn’t want to bring light to it and upset him again.

“My daddy would have liked you.”

Eugene shakes his head, “not many people like me; I’m a coward.”

Not knowing what to say to the last part, you continue with your original thought, “you’re always polite, and he liked polite people.” You chuckle to yourself, “he once had a man thrown out of church during the middle of a service because he kept swearing. I could imagine his reaction if he’d met Abraham.”

“Most fathers are protective of their offspring.”

Offspring. He was just so weird at times. “He didn’t like Glenn at first and wanted him to stay away from Maggie, but he eventually approved. I don’t think he would have minded me and Carl being together since he saved his life.”

“How so?”

“He pulled the bullet out of Carl’s stomach.”

Eugene looks bewildered by this; you just presumed he knew the story since Abraham did.

“When the outbreak happened, one of my daddy’s friends, a man who worked for him on our farm, stayed with us, and so did his wife. He went hunting for deer and accidentally shot Carl. That’s how we all met. My daddy was a veterinarian, and… we got incredibly lucky. He saved Carl, and we got a whole new family that day.”

“Well, I think I would have liked him too.”

You smile; the small talk was a welcome distraction from the fear consuming your insides.

—

After you finish making the wreath, you place it over the small wooden cross you’ve stuck into the ground and go back inside to wash the dirt off your hands. Eugene left when you started to carve names onto the wooden cross; the older man seemed very uncomfortable when your hands began to shake and tears streamed from your eyes.

It was worse that you couldn’t admit how much danger Carl was in.

Olivia, who has been watching Judith inside the house, suddenly steps in front of you, flustered. “He’s here,” she whispers. “Negan’s here.”

Through the thin white curtain covering the glass on the front door, you can see Carl standing behind him and feel instant relief, but then the panic sets in. “Try and get him away from the house.”

You manage to make it upstairs before Negan knocks on the door. Damn it. You curse yourself for not managing to make it into the attic, but for now Judith was sleeping, so all you could do was hope Negan leaves soon.

—

Unfortunately, your plan to hide Judith from Negan didn’t work when he decided he wanted a full tour of Rick’s home. Luckily he seems to like small children and didn’t show any interest in harming her… not yet anyway.

Negan was crazier than you first thought; you knew he was violent and cruel, but the more you watch him, the more it seems like he’s actually trying to become Rick as a type of intimidation. He’s used Rick’s razor to shave and just prepared dinner for you, Carl, and Olivia. Occasionally he would refer to his bat, Lucile, which he used to kill Glenn and Abraham, as if it were a real person and hold it above his head, reminding you what he was capable of.

With a stupid grin on his face, Negan, who was sitting at the top of the table, kept looking between you and Carl, who was sitting across from you. “So this is the future serial killer’s girlfriend, I’m right, aren’t I? You two crazy kids are fucking.”

“They are just children,” Olivia says, disgusted.

“I didn’t mean literary,” Negan laughs to himself. “Although it’s not unheard of for teenagers to explore their sexuality. I presume Rick had his fatherly talk about the birds and bees with you?”

Carl’s cheeks turn red, and Olivia squirms in the chair beside you. You don’t react; you knew Negan was just saying anything he could to get a reaction. He notices your lack of reaction and uses his fingers to brush Carl’s hair out of his face, revealing the hole in his face where his eye should be.

“Have you seen his scar yet? It’s so repulsive, right?” Negan continues to stare at you. “Right?”

“I’ve changed his bandages plenty of times; it doesn’t bother me.”

“That is so fucking cool,” Negan says, sitting back in the chair. “You’ve got a badass girlfriend right here; she doesn’t care about shit. Which makes me think she knew about your little plan to kill me and my men.”

Olivia lets out a horrified gasp.

“No,” Carl deadpans. “I didn’t tell anyone.”

“Uh huh,” Negan takes his time to chew and swallow the piece of spaghetti in his mouth before continuing. “You’re Rick’s son. Somebody must have been bound to notice you were missing, even with your dad gone—hold that thought; we have a guest. Olivia, tidy this up. I’ll get the door while these two lovebirds think about their behavior.”

—

You frown, watching from the living room window as Spender sits with Negan on the chair on the porch drinking whisky. “What an asshole. I actually hope he leaves with him.”

“He’s a snake. Spencer just wants to undermine my dad,” Carl says while rubbing Judith’s back. “None of us are safe with him here.”

Olivia tries to keep herself busy by deep cleaning the kitchen. You were desperate to ask Carl what happened but didn’t want the older woman overhearing. Before you get the chance to ask, there’s a tap on the window. Pushing the curtain back, Negan motions for you to go outside.

Sharing a look with Carl, he hands his sister over to Olivia to join you, but when you approach the door together, Negan holds up his hand. “Just the girl.”

In an attempt to conceal your fear, you shove your shaky hands into the pockets of your jumper, step outside, and stand in front of them. The smug look on Spencer’s face infuriates you.

“A little birdie told me you’re the one who bruised up Spencer’s face,” Negan says a little too cheerfully. “It’s okay. I’m going to give you and Carl a pass for today since you’ve both brought me so much entertainment.”

“Yeah…”

“Well, damn it,” he laughs. “First you attack a fully grown man, then assist your serial killer-looking boyfriend in killing my men. Tell me, have you ever killed someone?“

“I…” tears spring to your eyes. Quietly you say, “I had no choice.”

Spencer finishes the last of the whisky in his glass and scoffs, “the children here have an attitude problem. They run wild. That’s what happens under Rick’s watch.”

“Spencer?” He looks up at you. “Shut the hell up.”

Amused, Negan laughs, “I’ll tell you something, the kids here have more fire than half the adults. I mean, shit, Carl killed two of my people because he wanted revenge.”

“Why did you let him live?”

“I admire his ruthlessness, although I am concerned the two of you will go on a killing spree.”

When Spencer laughs, you glare at him, “laugh all you want, but at least one of the children did something.”

He sighs, “and why would you say a thing like that?”

The words spill from your mouth before you can stop yourself. “Why? Negan has taken Glenn away from us! He killed him. He killed Abraham. They didn’t deserve to die! The man sitting next to you murdered our friends and our family, and you’re out here kissing his ass, even a child like me has more backbone than you.”

Negan lets out a wolf whistle and claps his hands while you storm back inside the house.

[nanenna]

The more I thought about this the more I liked it. I was also thinking about Jason/Danny (and Red Hood/Phantom) more so! Strap in!

So part of why everyone just accepted Phantom was a heretofore undiscovered evolution of LBM (which are pure ghost type, btw) was because only Professors give out pokedexes. No one has one! Oh, Sam's parents offered to get her one... if she accepts the Cleffa they got for her. Sam went with the boys to the Amity Park gym and got a LBM.

And then the trouble trio met Jason, who does have a pokedex (ooooh fancy pants rich McGee over here). So he tries to register their pokemon because that's the whole point, right? Except Phantom comes up as completely unknown, so he gets to write it in himself! Danny, of course, makes a bunch of nonsense up that Jason copies down faithfully and I feel bad for whatever professor has to read all that. (A lot of pokemon have descriptions that just don't make sense, written by ten year olds -_-)

This leads into how Danny is the Red of this AU. He knows nothing, doesn't really learn/study pokemon during the whole thing, catches a bunch of legendaries, gets all 8 badges and wins against the local Pokemon League. He has such anime protagonist energy. Poor Jason, on the other hand, got maybe 5 badges at most but due to getting blown up and nearly dying never finished his grand poke-adventure.

Which brings us back to the present because I was thinking about Danny and Jason meeting again. Danny never really wanted to go into being a trainer as a job when he grew up. He went on his adventure partly because it's just what kids his age do and partly because his besties really wanted to and he wanted to go with them. He did have fun, that's undeniable, but it's not his future. So after graduating high school he ends up in Gotham going to Gotham U on a Wayne scholarship. He remembers his friend Jason Todd who said he couldn't fight the Gotham gym leader because his family runs the gym and well... Danny misses his friend.

So Danny goes to the gym to watch the acrobatic show and also maybe ask about his old friend. Who's helping run the the place. Just because Jason can't be a trainer/one of the performers at the gym without a flying type pokemon doesn't mean he can't help with back end stuff. So they meet again, catch up, tell their stories.

Jason backstory time: he still got adopted into the Wayne family by Bruce. (For his own protection when with the Waynes in public he's Jason Wayne but when he was out on his adventure he was Jason Todd.) So for the Waynes it's expected that when you're young (<30) you help run the gym, be a trainer or a performer (before Dick it was just aerial shows by the pokemon, now the trainers are performing acrobatics with their birds, running obstacle courses, etc.), then when your energy starts flagging you move into helping run Wayne Enterprises (which technically is separate from the gym but since WE does so much charity work and helps fun the Pokemon League in general it's eh... kinda a gray area).

Since getting adopted Jason thought of that as his future, but after he failed to finish gathering badges, let alone challenge the League, he feels like that was the first in a long list of failures. His team didn't have any other flying types, why would he? He had his Robin, who was going to evolve into a Dark Knight just like his dad's (his dusk stone was stolen). Except that didn't happen and now his Robin is a Red Hood, and he lost his ability to fly. After everything they've been through Jason can't imagine leaving his best bud behind, so no being a trainer or performer at the gym. And as for the family business? Tim's the one who's actually good at it, and Damian keeps insisting he's going to take over some day.

Jason's just been... kind of drifting ever since coming home. Haunting his own life rather than living it.

Reconnecting with Danny helps. A bit is living through Danny vicariously a little, asking him about getting all his badges and challenging the League. Most of it is being the only friendly face in a new city for Danny. Danny keeps wanting to spend all his time with Jason: having him show him around, show Danny all his favorite spots, hang out with him, go out clubbing or mini golfing or to the movies. It wakes Jason up, gets him living in the moment instead of just drifting while grieving the plans he had for his life.

Then Danny suggests they go finish Jason's grand adventure anyway. Jason wouldn't be the first adult to do it, he won't be the last. Jason... genuinely considers it. He doesn't want to go alone, and Danny says of course he'll go with Jason. They talk about it and Jason realizes he doesn't want to go when all the little kids are going (during summer break) so Danny offers to take a gap year and they go after school starts back up so there's way less kids. Jason also realizes he doesn't want finish the Justria League, he wants to start over and do it right. Good thing Danny is taking a gap year. They can just go to the next region over, or they can travel far away, maybe Kalos or Galar.

So they go. They leave as friends and come back as boyfriends. UwU

When they get back is when the first egg appears. And it's like "who laid this????" Out pops a LBM. Danny knew it! Congrats Phantom, you're a mama! Or is it Phantasma's? (Ew, no! Phantasma is not the mama, no thanks!)

This leads to problems though, because there are more and more eggs. Will you 2 knock it off? What are Danny and Jason supposed to do with all these LBM running around?

They end up moving to Amity Park so they can donate Phantom's eggs to the gym. Danny wants to cry, why does all this pokemon stuff keep pulling him in? He wants to be an astronaut, not a pokemon trainer!

Except Jason's the one who already knows how to help run a gym, knows how to care for pokemon, and his companion is now a ghost type...

So Jason ends up working at the Amity Park gym (and eventually becomes the leader) while Danny commutes to the nearest college to finish his degree and live his dream.

DCxDP Pokemon-ish idea

Just a silly idea I've been kind of batting around while my hands are busy at work. Everyone is normal humans, their alter egos are their pokemon. So for instance: John Jones has a green Martian for his companion pokemon. The Kents give their children a Superboy or Supergirl for their first pokemon.

The Waynes traditionally give their child a Robin regardless of gender. Robin is the Eevee of this AU because there are several forms it can take. For instance: Dick's Robin evolved into a Nightwing and Tim's Robin evolved into a Red Robin. (This implies Bruce used to have a Robin that evolved into a Batman, which is of course what Damian is aiming for.)

Now obviously Danny's companion is Phantom. Not a Phantom, just Phantom. That's right, he's that kid that caught Zapdos thinking it was a Fearow. Danny comes home with his first pokemon showing it oof all "I caught ghost pokemon!" and showing off his brand shiny new legendary. He's ghost/ice type and knows all these cool moves! (I cannot be arsed to go find attacks that fit Phantom.)

Anyway! All that just to be backstory for this DeadonMain story idea: Phantom and Red Hood like each other, so it's up to them to get their trainers to hook up.