#dark: I was. . . busy. doesn't want to admit that he DID spend time with him but as in staring at ad of his face for uncomfy amount of time

[llamaisllama777]

A VERY LOVELY TSAMS AND TEASS REVIEW SHOW!!!

(I didn't feel like watching the TikToks on LAES today. Sorry Kat and Davis but I did watch TSAMS and TEASS so let's get on with it!)

Yes! One of my favorite ships returns!

So, the episode opens with Solar in a bowling alley waiting for Nebula. He's wondering what's keeping her when she pops out of thin air and greets Solar. He says it's probably best she doesn't teleport into a crowded building randomly but thankfully everyone was too caught up in their game to notice.

Solar teaches Nebula how to play and they begin their game and catch up on things. While we do know they have gone on plenty of dates off-screen Solar admits he wishes he could see Nebula more and she admits she wishes she could do the same. Nebula has apparently been busy with Astral business on another planet.

While they talk Nebula can tell Solar has something on his mind and he tells her about The Overseer and how Overseer wants him dead.

Nebula offers to step in if Solar asks and deal with Overseer (<- Good girlfriend Nebula) but Solar says as tempting as that offer is, he is afraid that the Astrals of this universe may find out she's here and that may cause some issues (plus, who knows what the Astrals here are like? Are they like our Astrals or are they Dark Astrals like Rez or Cetus?)

But the idea of this world's Astrals does give Solar an idea, what if Nebula moved to this universe and worked for the Astrals here? That why they could spend more time together.

Nebula says she'll see if that is a possibility.

(Solar misses girlfriend. It's cute but sad at the same time. This is like LONG long distance)

As Nebula wrestles with her ball that keeps vanishing before our eyes she and Solar talk more about their relationship and Solar talks about the future and if Nebula would want kids? To which Nebula almost immediately responds yes. (<- I'm sorry just she said that way too quickly and it made me laugh a little 😆 I guess Nebula has thought about it too)

They talk about Jack and how Nebula can seemingly handle him and how if they were to have kids Solar would probably have to figure out a way to make them. Nebula compliments Solar saying how he's can figure anything out. (<- Good girlfriend Nebula once again.)

The game ends and Solar wins and as a reward he gets a hug. Nebula admits she likes Solar's hugs and if I remember correctly (Which I probably don't) Solar says the same to her.

The two leave and Nebula says goodbye to her magic vanishing bowling ball which I thought was cute.

This episode was really cute. I love startools/patchnotes...

*Grabs Davis and Reed by the collars, falls to my knees and begs* PLEASE DON'T LET SOLAR GO ROGUE! NO MATTER HOW COOL THAT WOULD BE! DON'T LET HIM RUIN THIS RELATIONSHIP! IT'S TOO CUTE TO DIE!

*Sobs*

AND IF HE MUST GO ROGUE PLEASE LET HER GO ROGUE WITH HIM! GIVE ME ANTI-HERO COUPLE GOALS! PLEASE!

*Clears throat.* Anyways...

Onto TEASS (<- I love that name)

🎶"A whole new world!"🎶

So, it seems like Saturn is still mad with her soldiers for sending Eclipse/Clipper to another universe without knowing she was there.

The soldiers are all sitting around talking about how Saturn will praise them only for her to burst in barking orders and yelling them about who was dumb enough to send Clipper to a dimension without knowing where she was.

One of the soldiers blames another for sending Clipper to the other dimension and Saturn pulls a Thanos and just snaps him out of existence.

Saturn returns home to Clipper and tells him that if he is gonna be messing with other dimensions then he needs to learn, have her dimensional signature, and know what universes not to mess with.

She teleports Clipper back to her ship and Clipper talks about who told him where to go and Saturn realizes "Oh, shoot. I killed an innocent man."

Saturn and her soldiers teach Clipper about other dimensions and give him Saturn's code so he can follow her to another dimension if he has to and they warn him to avoid other realms and to be careful with dimensional travels.

So now Clipper can join Saturn on her multiversal adventures and they can be together.

Clipper returns home and Saturn then demands who lied and the solider actually steps up and tells the truth (<- Which is surprising. I honestly thought they would have kept their mouth shut)

Saturn let's the solider live but tells them all she'll be keeping an eye on them.

Saturn returns home and this episode makes me wonder what universe or multiversal threats could Saturn and Clipper run into next.

I love how Saturn and Clipper just want to be around each other. It's cute. They want to keep the other safe and be around each other. I love it!

10/10! A day full of love and it's not even Valentines day yet

[flamestar126]

One last glance at a former rival

bonus + original photo below cut

[edwardhartenjoyer]

Hello! How do you do?

May I request for a MC that is just....very very quiet. Like not shy! Just quiet. BUTTT THERE'S A TWIST! So imagine this! The ghouls are just hanging out with her right? And maybe they ask her to do something for them and she does hoping it might start a conversation but she's so so quiet it doesn't so finally they go "hey did nothing noteworthy happen today? You're pretty queit" And she goes..... "No. Because you weren't there with me today so it was pretty boring"

(She has no idea what that did to the ghouls)

With uhhhhhh- Ren, Sho, Yuri and Romeo?

Hi! I'm doing good! Hope you're doing well, Anon! This is a cute idea!

Becasue You Weren't There

Featuring: Ren | Sho | Yuri | Romeo

Ren Shiranami - You were hanging out with Ren at the end of the day, curled up next to him on his bed as you watched his latest movie choice.

You were unusually silent, even for movie night. Ren was used to you being quiet, but usually, you at least told him about your day. He'd never admit to it, but he liked listening to you talk about your day.

The movie wasn't all that interesting anyway as he turned his attention to you.

"Did nothing happen to you today? You're even quieter than usual." Ren commented. You shrugged, glancing over to him.

"You weren't there, so my day was pretty boring." You replied softly.

Ren froze, a dark blush crossing his features. He stared at you as your attention turned back to the movie. He felt like you just managed to melt his heart, and you no clue you'd done so to him.

Sho Haizono - You stopped by Sho's food truck to spend time with him while he worked, which usually just involved you hanging out in the back and fetching items for him when he asked. You were happy with it, it meant spending time with him, and at the end he usually always gave you a fresh meal.

"Wanna get me some more of these?" Sho called out, and you hurried to grab them for him.

A part of you hoped it would spark a conversation. Sho usually did try to talk with you while he worked, but he seemed to be busy today to think up conversations. You had nothing to bring up, so it remained silent between you two as Sho continued to work.

When the truck finally closed down, Sho set down a plate of food in front of you as thanks for your help.

"You doing okay? You've been quieter than usual today." He commented.

"You weren't around me until I came here so my day was reallying boring until I saw you." You replied around mouthfuls of food.

Sho stared at you, his heart melting at your words. "Hey." He called, and you looked back up at him. He gave you a smile "Love you."

You blushed and smiled back at him. "Love you too."

Yuri Isami - You liked spending time in Mortkranken. It not only meant getting to spend time with Yuri and Jiro, two of your favorite ghouls around campus, but it also was just peaceful for you.

Mostly, you were left to just do whatever tasks the two asked of you, while Yuri usually provided explanations for you of what they were doing.

Which is what you found yourself doing now. You were writing down recordings for Yuri's latest experiment while he was working on the next part of it. The lab was silent, and while you'd hoped to be pulled into a conversation by the doctor, just wanting to listen to his voice, it seemed neither of you had anything to talk about this time.

Yuri glanced over at you, admiring you while your attention wasn't on him. He was used to you being quiet. Often, he enjoyed it because it meant someone who wasn't going to interrupt him. Though, he had to admit, at least to himself, he did like listening to the sound of your voice when he could finally get you to talk and ramble on about your day.

"Anything interesting happen to you today?" He finally asked, and your attention turned towards him.

"Not really. You weren't around, so my day was really boring." You replied with a shrug. Yuri's entire face lit up with a blush, and he made a sound between a scream and a shriek. "Yuri? You okay?" You asked with concern.

"Y-you can't just say things like that!" Yuri stammered out.

"Why not? I missed you, and my day was awful until I got to come here to be with you." You commented, smiling when his face somehow grew even redder. You laughed softly. "Love you Yuri."

He mumbled something unintelligible with an indignied squeak before he finally managed to get the words out. "Love you too."

Romeo Lucci - You were sitting in the VIP lounge while Romeo worked. You'd been bored all day and wanted to spend time with him, despite knowing he was going to be doing work firstly. So you'd gone to the casino to just sit in quiet with him, or as quiet as he tended to be.

"BB, bring me a drink." Romeo called, sparing a glance towards you. You nodded and got him a drink, hoping that maybe this was your in to a conversation. But, once you handed him his drink, he turned back to his work, so you went back to sitting at his side.

After a while, Romeo sat back from his work and glanced at you, with your head resting against his shoulder as you took a mini nap on him. His movements jostled you awake and you cracked your eyes open to look back at him.

"You've been quieter than usual today." He remarked.

You shrugged. "Nothing to talk about. You weren't there, so my day was boring until I came to hang out with you."

He blushed lightly and looked away. "Tch, of course I make your day more interesting, I'm the best-looking ghoul here by far. Anyone else would be drab to be stuck looking at."

You laughed softly and snuggled in closer to his side. "You are the prettiest around by far."

He hummed in agreement. "You're a close second, at least. Now that you've listened to me about how to dress."

"Love you too Romeo." You laughed.

"Love you."

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[yanderestarangel]

Wesker has consumed my mind entirely, so could I leave an request for him?

Albert wesker as the father of readers boyfriend, at first he didn’t pay much attention to them but the more often reader came by, the more his thoughts started to become intimate and every time reader would have a fight with his son, wesker would use it to make them doubt their relationship with his son.

Really love your fics, if you won’t do this request it’s fine, but really can’t wait to read more of your story’s! Hope you’re doing alright and take care of yourself 🫶

— HEADCANONS RE || WESKER FATHER-IN-LAW X SON-IN-LAW READER

TW ┊dark smut, ftm reader, aggression, toxic relationship, age gap, v!sex, cheating, eat out, blowjob, 69, sexual recording, sensitive themes, dead dove.

WARNING : no negativity please. If this isn’t your sort of content, block me and move on with your day<3

— SFW AND NSFW

In Wesker's eyes, at first you were just another toy for his son, you were already the third boyfriend his son had in less than three months — so the scientist didn't even look at you, just greeting you out of politeness and isolating himself again in his office to continue his work."It won't last long, I bet." Albert said to himself, referring to yet another boyfriend of his son, but he didn't get involved in matters... After all, he was a man too busy for trivial things.

You obviously tried to be a polite boy and get along with your father-in-law, but all your attempts failed as the blonde didn't even look at you — and if he did, you couldn't speak because he simply wore those sunglasses 24 of the day. It was frustrating for you every time you received a rude and rude response from your own father-in-law, making you give up on getting closer to him.

But despite his attempts to avoid you out of pure disinterest, he couldn't deny that you were getting into his routine much more than he wanted to admit. His son always brought you to spend the weekends and have lunch at his mansion, so finally the older man's eyes noticed you.

You were a kind and sweet man, different from his son who was always the same as his personality — only a little worse considering his extreme elitist upbringing. But not you, you were simple and sweet, it even surprised him how stupidly innocent you could be sometimes.

And his also knew that it wouldn't take long for his son to start a fight with you because of his stupidity.

The older blonde started to have unhealthy thoughts about you, your presence was like a balm for him, but also like an inferno that threatened to burn everything and everyone around him.

He began to wonder what it would be like to squeeze your thighs, how your soft skin would feel in his big, calloused hands — how beautiful you would look moaning and begging him to go deeper into your beautiful body... How he would be better than his son being a companion to you.

He really tried to push those thoughts away and tried to approach you like a real father-in-law would, apologizing for his previous behavior and that he was just stressed about some company matters.

But the way your face and doe eyes lit up at simply being treated well by him made the heat in his core gradually rise — every fiber of his being was pulsing and burning like a fire... Only he knows how much he controlled himself to doesn't push you against the nearest wall and make you his right there.

Albert tried to suppress the feelings of lust that were slowly threatening to rot his mind, but every time he saw your smile, even those caused by his son, he wanted to do some crazy things and take you for himself. "Fuck, I'm too old to act like a dedicated man controlled only by his desires." Wesker thought as he rested his temple on his closed fist and watched you on the other side of the room, in his mansion, hugging his son and watching a movie. But he knew that moments of peace like that would end soon, especially with his son's toxic behavior — he had already predicted this, but he never thought it would take a considerably longer time compared to other times.

Even though it took a while, it happened, you fought with your boyfriend and practically the entire gated community heard the screams. Wesker was still trying not to interfere in your two lives because of the feeling of wanting to have you for himself — but after the fifth fight where you were slapped in the face by his son, he felt obliged to break up the heated argument and take you to a safe place away from there.

Before you said anything he just took off his sunglasses and for the first time looked at you with his piercing blue eyes. "No no, you don't need to say anything kid... I know my son was a horrible man and an asshole to you. I'm on the right side, just because he's my son doesn't mean I'm going to blind myself to the horrible things he did you hear." Albert said it loud and clear, then his cold, rough hands found your face and made you focus on his face.

"Listen to me, pretty boy, you deserve someone better than him." He spoke with a tone that made you feel goosebumps, the nickname "pretty boy" came out practically erotically from his thin lips and the look with the older man's dilated pupils didn't help much with your confused feelings.

With each fight that happened in your relationship, you felt closer and closer to your father-in-law. Even starting to frequent Wesker's mansion when your boyfriend wasn't there, purposely just to be alone with the older man.

Between smiles, conversations and not-so-unconscious looks, you quickly found yourself sitting on the older man's thighs while both of you were breathing faster — unable to hold back any longer, Wesker had given in to his desires and finally kissed you, his lips on yours, in a warm and desperate kiss — his hands going to your ass squeezing the soft flesh and quickly soft moans coming out of both of you, the erection in his pants wouldn't let him lie that he wanted more than just kissing his own son-in-law. "Come on lad... I'll show you how much you need someone older who really knows how to take care of you."

Wesker's cock was thick and pulsing enough to make your brain shut down with each thrust, moaning and drool dripping from the corner of your mouth as your legs trembled around his muscular torso — your pussy dripped onto his bare, skin-tight member. skin made you feel the thick, dirty tip of precum kissing your uterus and threatening to fill you at any moment. "Fuck--! open that pussy wider for me, good boy..." Wesker moaned as he grabbed your thighs and squeezed the soft flesh there, leaving marks all over it.

Having sex with your own father-in-law was dirty and wrong... But it was incredibly hot. Unlike your boyfriend, the older man really focused on your pleasure.

He smiled huskily as he saw you turn into a trembling mess barely able to suck his dick while you did a 69 in his office. "You have a charming and pretty pussy, boy," He moaned, licking and wrapping his lips around your clit, sucking hard as he felt your hand on his cock, stroking it gently. The light pressure on his dick was pleasant and arousing as it also fueled his desire to make you feel as good as he could. He kept alternating between his fingers inside you and his tongue on your clit, and every now and then, he'd let a finger slip into your ass, and a moan from your lips encouraged him to continue doing so. "Fuck, you're tight, so, so tight..." Wesker's moaned, his hands squeezing your thighs, wanting you to hold onto him, to let him know that you were enjoying it. "My son is an asshole for letting such a needy and bitchy boy like you run wild, I'm glad I got you for myself, right?"

The two of you fucked like two animals in heat, even with your boyfriend at home — every time you waited for him to sleep and ran to Wesker's office. "Do you want me to help you with this my angel?" The scientist laughed as he fingered your pussy with two thick fingers, rhythmically thrusting into your g-spot and making you roll your eyes and hold on to the wooden table that you were leaning against, making the tall man laugh.

"Shhhh, don't make any noise, be a good slut and keep those beautiful moans bottled up ok? You really are sensitive boy- holy shit, it's just my fingers and you're already squirming for me to touch that cute pussy of yours." He snapped his fingers against your pussy, a sting, but not enough to make you shudder too much as his attention was diverted to your clit, flicking it with his thumb, trying to tease you even more and make you beg for him. him again. "You want me to fuck you don't you? Then you better beg for it boy." Albert pronounced each syllable fiercely, unbuttoning his pants and once again exposing his thick, pulsing member — you could smell the musk and the heat radiating from his groin, making you drip even more and barely be able to think beyond begging him in a slurred manner to fuck you soon.

"My son should see what a whore his boyfriend is for me, you know?" He teased as he buried himself without warning into your wet heat, covering your mouth with his hand as his thrusts were animalistic but with a concern that his cock would hit all the right spots on your sensitive wall.

Fingers, tongue, dick, sex toys, everything you wanted he used for your pleasure, taking you to orgasms that you didn't even know could be so pleasurable. Besides his look conveyed more than a simple desire for you — he wanted more, a lovers' affair wouldn't satisfy him, he needed to steal you from his son.

And how to do this? Simple, record a short porn video and send it to him later — cruel? Sure, but your father-in-law was sick and obsessed with you enough to not even care about his own son.

"Look at the camera, come on my prince, be a good slut and fix your eyes on the lens." Wesker pulled your hair as he made you look at the recording instrument with your face messy and flushed with pleasure — your pussy squeezed and milked the older man's cock as he made sure to record you from every possible angle.

"Smile darling... Tell him who you belong to." He grunted in your ear, hearing you moan his name repeatedly as he increased his thrusts to the point of making your groin hurt and hot, mixing your juices and his cum that made your thighs even wetter. He held his head tightly to the camera, as a cruel smile spread across his own face. “It looks like you lost quite a boy, I never thought you were so stupid, son... But you can leave it, daddy will take good care of your... Ex-boyfriend." The blonde laughed as he came again inside your pussy, seeing you moan drunk of pleasure for him — Wesker loved you in a distorted way, but unlike his son, he really saw a future with you by his side. Like his boy, as it had to be.

[yan-lorkai]

I’m quite new to this app so i’m sorry if i wrote this wrong :’) , but would it be possible to request:

Headcanons for Undertaker with a darling who is working at his shop while also having a crush on Undertaker, yet is completely oblivious to Undertaker wanting to court them too.

.⁠｡⁠*⁠♡ A/N: Hi darling! Yes, you did everything right. Don't right :). Hope you like this!

.⁠｡⁠*⁠♡ You always thought Undertaker was funny. He was playful yet always affectionate teased you, often making jokes or comments that made you laugh so hard, though you never seem to understand some things he said. He liked his parables and riddles. But for him, you are immensely funny and you often caught him smiling while he looks at you - it's because he is thinking how much time you'll need it to realize that his gestures and words have another meaning and bear his romantic feelings for you. Another day? Another week? Another month? He have time on his hands, he can wait.

.⁠｡⁠*⁠♡ He finds excuses to be around you, “accidentally” brushing his hand against yours or standing just a bit too close. Often, he brings you treats or gifts, claiming they are leftovers or things he just happened to come across, though he goes out of his way to find things that will make you smile. And he is delighted whenever you let him feed you your food. He even lick his fingers after while maintaining eye contact.

.⁠｡⁠*⁠♡ He is very protective, insisting on walking you home or ensuring your safety, especially if you stay late at the shop. He often steals glances at you when you are busy helping someone chosing a coffin to bury their loved one or with the bureaucracy, a soft smile playing on his lips as he appreciates your dedication at your work. His compliments are cryptic or humorous, leaving you confused sometimes but always flattered.

.⁠｡⁠*⁠♡ Undertaker invites you to assist in his intricate experiments, using it as an excuse to spend more time together and share details he wouldn’t with anyone else. He gets a bit jealous if you talk about or interact too much with others, making dark jokes or snide comments, quickly covering them up with a laugh or two. He loves telling you embellished stories from his past, hoping to share pieces of his heart and hint at his affection, even if he doesn't downright admit he is a grim reaper to you. Not yet. Maybe he'll tell you in the future.

.⁠｡⁠*⁠♡ Whenever he has the chance, he lets his touch linger a bit longer than necessary, cherishing these small moments of contact. Your skin is so warm and soft, so human and he loves it. Though entertaining as it is, Undertaker really wants you to understand and realize everything he has been trying to convey. He can only wait for so long before taking things into his own hands.

[swappedandtrapped]

Rent Help - Part 3

As always, character consistency is hard for me. Just go with it.

I wake up again. Every time I wake up, I have about a minute of peace before my brain starts to boot and realizes where it is. That minute of bliss is what has kept me going recently. It's the only part of the day when I don't feel so… Wrong.

Waking up unwillingly, I go to the bathroom to wash my face. When I arrive, I realize it's been about a week after the car crash and I still can't get used to seeing Roy when I look in the mirror.

I study my new reflection. I stare at my skin blemishes on Roy's dark skin. My big Brown eyes underneath my thick eyebrows. My nose in the middle of the face that is now mine… When I open my mouth to brush my teeth, I see a crooked array of yellowish rectangles. I cringe realizing I'm actually tasting Roy's mouth and teeth 24/7. Roy didn't have a spare toothbrush, so I had to use his old one. Disgusting. I hate this so much. Why doesn't he take care of himself?

When I return to his room to get dressed, I sigh in frustration. During the last few days, I finally understood why Roy felt comfortable walking around without his shirt on. I was just too hot. ALL THE TIME. The meat and fat of his stocky body type kept the heat trapped within me. If I had a shirt on for more than 5 minutes I would start sweating and smell Roy's scent even more.

So just like he did, I elected to spend the day shirtless again. It's not like anyone would see me. Well except for… Me.

After trying to explain to Roy in my body what happened, he's gotten cold. I mean, I would too. I was practically begging him to remember, but when I'm in Roy's body, it's pretty hard to convince someone who he really is.

"I'm coming back late." He states in a premeditatedly cold intonation. "Ok," I reply in the same manner. I didn't see the point to initiate another argument. convincing him is impossible. "I might bring someone back with me. Please don't be weird when she's here." "Ok. I reply again. But missing any sense of my old self, I ask: "Someone I know?" "None of your business Roy." I cringe at the sound of that name. "And also, you don't know any of my friends. They're MY friends. Even if you… Think otherwise…" He goes out, leaving me alone in the flat.

Like a punch in the fucking gut.

Which reminded me, I'm hungry. I order an extra-large Pizza so Roy's stomach would leave me alone. Roy had an apatite I couldn't ignore easily. At first, I fought off his habits, unwilling to accept the new situation. But as the days went on, I gave in to most of Roy's habits. Like eating too much of this junk. I look at my body and feel shame as I admit I lost the battle against Roy's needs.

Later, I lay on the sofa, investigating Roy's phone. Thankfully, he locked his phone with Face ID, so I didn't have to guess any passwords and was able to unlock it. Every time I have some time off, I study his phone and learn a bit more about Roy's schedule and connections.

You see, I did swap bodies with him, but I didn't acquire his memories. So, I try to avoid all contact until I get the hang of whatever relationships he had in his life. "Yes, it's me. I'm Roy." I say to myself, trying to fake his tone. Even though I hear his voice, it still feels fake.

But today, after going through all his texts, I began looking through his notes app. I find there grocery lists, names of bands he wanted to check out, some foreign language I still can't read, and also something with the title… "Research"? What's this?

I open the file and my eyes widen. It's a long note, riddled with an assortment of semi-related bullet points regarding… "POWERS"!?

POWERS

possible timed cooldown? variable? Tested times: 5 days (17/05) 8 days (15/09) 6 days (12/11)

only post 24h mark???

ignore. no cooldown. instance of instant swap back. There's another condition.

Note the eye glow at optional swap time. Starts fading. Possible relation to condition?

Ignore. Doesn't fade.

Best swap triggers: visualize face, focus on identity

He was researching his swapping power. I guess Roy didn't receive a handbook with this ability, so he tried to mark the triggers and limitations he confirmed to be true. This was a goldmine. Maybe there's a limit on how long we can stay swapped?

Wait. If I'm Roy… I have his powers! I can swap us back!

I read the whole file, attempting to figure out exactly what conclusions Roy had and what I needed to do to return to my body. It looks like he could just will the swaps to make them happen, but there was some sort of condition that prevented swapping back at some times. Roy named it "The Condition", and going by his note, he didn't figure out what it was.

I immediately try to follow his technique and will the swap to come. I visualize my body, focus on my identity, but 20 minutes later, I'm still stuck in Roy's flesh. When I looked in the mirror, I still see his regular brown eyes. No glow or anything.

Does this 'condition' he mentioned apply to my situation? Am I just a moment away from retrieving my life back? I need to figure out what it is.

Going over Roy's notes I began piecing together a picture of Roy's swapping experiences. Some were willing, some were not. Some were functional, but some were for no reason at all other than to swap. But after a few hours of going over the cases, I started noticing a pattern.

While swaps were able to occur at any time, reverse swaps would never work on days of a full moon or new moon! That's the only explanation! It fits in every swap Roy documented in this file. This must be it!

But then I stop. Wait, today isn't a full or new moon. Why am I not able to swap us back?

A new fear rushes in as I hear the apartment door open. "Yeah, and then we… Oh, hey Roy," says Roy in my body accompanied by a girl I used to know. She waves politely at me with a certain reservation. I guess he warned her about me… "So it's the last door on the left." He points to the bathroom. "Thanks. It'll be just a minute." She says, closing the door after her.

Roy in my body leans silently on the wall, checking his phone for messages while he waits for her to finish. I look at him with envy.

But then I see it. His eyes. That Glow. It was subtle, but it was definitely there.

I don't have Roy's swapping power.

He does.

It swapped along with his body.

Tears start forming in my eyes as I realize the only hope I had of getting back was never an option. Roy looks up from his phone to me. Seeing my pathetic face in ruin. He makes an expression I can't decipher. Maybe empathy, but probably pity.

My friend exits the bathroom. "Hey," Roy turns to her. "Wait for me in the car, ok? I need to close a small thing with Roy. "Sure. Don't be long." She said going out the door. "I won't." He answers.

We look at each other for a few quiet moments. "Listen, are you gay or something?" "What?" I ask confused. Still in tears. "You want to be me. You cry when you see me with girls. I can add 2 plus 2 you know." "Fucking ass." I spit out. He duped me into this mess. He should rot in hell. "Don't be a bitch man. This can't-" "Bitch!??" I cut him off. "This is all your fault! I'm like this because of you!"

I charge towards him. I'm stuck like this because of him! I needed him to know how much I suffer because of his recklessness! But Roy was quick enough to get out of the way.

"Ok Roy. Fine. You started this." "Fuck off!"

I charge again, and Roy slips to the side again. I stumble and crash onto the living room floor and feel great pain in my back. I scream in pain and frustration. This fucking weight. I start sweating again and smell Roy's body stench, but I can't concentrate on it. I feel my body grounded by another body.

"That's IT Roy!" He yells at me from above. He prevents me from getting up. God dammit why didn't Roy ever go to the gym? "Get off of me!" I shout. "Say your name." He commands me as I struggle. "Say your name Roy." "I'm telling you! I'm not Roy!" I cry out. "It's the deal man, it's the swap deal!"

My face explodes with massive pain. Roy punched me in the fucking face.

"SAY YOUR NAME." "You can still have it! You can still swap us back! Please! Remember!"

Bam. Another one. I hear my nose crack and start feeling the blood.

"This is going to keep happening until you say your fucking name Roy." "You're hurting me! Please! Your eyes! I can tell you have your power!"

This time it was a punch from the right. My head is spinning.

"You know what? Even if I did have this power, I would never swap with you!" He shouts at me. "You are PATHETIC." Punch. "You stay to slob at home. You have no friends. You're an ugly motherfucker that can't even accept who he is!" Another punch.

But he's right. This is me now. I can say whatever I want but the fact remains. I'm in his body, and I'm here. Permanently. And even if he could swap us, he will never do it after this."

"For the last time. Say. Your. Name." "Roy." I whimper. "Louder." "Roy." "Now the whole sentence. Shithead" "My name is Roy."

He lifts me and pushes me in front of a full-length mirror.

"Now say it like you mean it. Tell it to yourself"

I look at my pathetic excuse for a body. I see a chubby guy with a bloody face. I see black hair all over covering a dark skin.

"My name is Roy Alamin." "And don't you fucking forget it."

[mrspark7777777]

i love how all the km blogs have been avoiding the behind the scenes "we all live alone" question like a parasite or smthing, bc none of you are are actually confident about anything, you just dont wanna leave your fantansies or open your mind a little to other options/facts/opinions. that is not called being insecure but a person who looks at all angles. you all just dont have anything to support your thoughts so just laugh and say okay its your opinion, i dont share it or ask someone else, or some other way of diverting the question labelling all as insecure. guess everything always works out for you or you usually get what you want, so you dont need to even look at other options or think from a broader perspective. also even if some people are insecure whats it to you, to answer each of thier questions. i was always firm in my belief that though they have some special friendship they arent dating bc of so many past inconsistencies, but i have always seen km blogs find the wierdest and farthest explanations for some things to suit thier purposes. bc come on a person you are intrested in or care about as much as you all think they do or jk does, and doesnt even know about all teh content or doesnt even know that jm's face music show performances ended, srsly?! my best friends boyfriend who studies at diff university, still knows more about her even when tehy are both extremely extremely busy. Even if Jm ever says he doesn't like men or he likes women, you all will still find a hidden meaning to it.like srsly someone had to admit it that majority of the km blogs dont have any idea or reasoning behidn ehat was said to suit thier purpose and will still cling to it, by diverting the other opinions as insceure jikookers, or that we have a diff opinion, but i have not even heard that so called diff opinion. bc you all dont have one

Jimin was basically living with pdogg when creating FACE. Which clearly means he was avoiding any distractions. His boyfriend looks like this ffs.

Can we really blame the dude????

We are talking about a guy who was begging to go to Jimin's while he was half naked in bed

Surely this explains why Jimin needed to stay away, no?

JK was going through Jimin withdrawals during FACE era. Like hard. So no, I personally wasn't surprised he didn't know when Jimin's promotions ended. Not if Jimin was keeping him in the dark.

As for Jimin saying we all live alone, why is this a big deal? He does live alone. Jikook haven't cohabited since 2020? When did they stop sharing cars? That's when they stopped exclusively living in the same house. So, Jimin lives alone, wbk. They completely laid low last year and kept any time they were spending together a secret. We now know it was coz they had applied to serve together but again, idk what u want us to say here when even we agree Jimin lives alone???

Lets see, what else do you have an issue with? Inconsistencies? Nah, bro. Jikook have NEVER been inconsistent. Ever. Its the one thing they've got going. Its the biggest reason why we believe they're together. Consistency. So I've no clue what you're on about there

If Jimin ever says he has a girlfriend, I believe I speak for many Jkkrs when I say we will accept and support that. However, we shall not be blindsided, we will have picked up on the Jikook break up by then. So, this won't be happening any time soon 🤷🏽‍♀️

And yes, anon, of course we always get what we want. And we shall continue to get what we want. We don't predict, we just talk about what we expect Jikook to do or to have done because they are a couple. When those things come to fruition, then yeah, we end up getting what we wanted because of course we do. Couples are predictable. Jikook are a couple and so they do couple things. That's why is seems like we are always right.

We don't explore other options because we didn't come to the decision to support Jikook as a couple lightly. I personally looked and studied all of Jimin ships before concluding him and JK were it. So no, there is no more exploring. We believe what we believe and are quite comfortable with our decision. If you get frustrated that we refuse to be shaken, thats on you.

I think I have addressed all your concerns. Thanks for stopping by

[bm571158]

Free Now LN4 (Part 4)

Lando had returned to Woking to attend some meetings at McLaren a couple of days later, and tried his absolute hardest to stay positive, but after five minutes back in the building he was well and truly back in that same deep dark hole he'd ended 2024 in.

Everyone around him was so incredibly upbeat, already moving on, their laser focus on doing better this year. But for Lando, he was still living in the past. Every waking hour, and a lot of the time he was asleep, were consumed with the thoughts of how he'd fucked up the year before and the thought that he might be about to repeat it again this year.

No matter how many times the team tried to tell him they were proud of it, no matter how many times people had patted him on the back and told him to keep his chin up, he didn't hear it. He only heard one thing... he hadn't won, and he'd let them all down.

The muscles in his face were actually starting to hurt from trying to force a smile by lunch time. His answers to people who had stopped to offer their condolences on missing out on the title had gotten shorter and shorter every time. He just desperately wanted the day to be over so he could get on the plane back to Monaco and not have to see any of them for another couple of weeks. Maybe it would be easier to deal by then.

He sat hidden away in the corner, picking at his lunch that he didn't really want, as he scrolled through his phone. It wasn't going to be too long before he could get on with his afternoon simulator session, and then he could finally get out of there.

The message from Lottie that popped up caught his attention. He hadn't said goodbye to her, leaving early before she'd made it out of bed, the early start meaning he needed to get on the road. He'd been meaning to text her but once he'd actually arrived at McLaren all thoughts of doing anything else had quickly been lost to a busy schedule and his sour mood.

Flo told me you snuck off early this morning  and then you're going back to Monaco? I hope it all goes okay today, and if it doesn't and you want to talk about it give me a call. You can give me some news from the outside world to entertain me if nothing else!

He hesitated for a moment, before hitting the button to call her. He just needed someone to talk to him and get him out of his own head for a bit, before he drove himself completely insane. And if there was one thing he'd learned Lottie was very good at, it was talking just enough to distract him.

"Hey!" He could hear the smile in her voice as she answered the phone on the second ring. "I wasn't expecting you to call so soon. I thought you'd be busy!"

"Oh... I uh... I can call you back later if you're busy." He offered quickly, suddenly feeling bad that he hadn't thought to check if she was free. He'd been so caught up in his own feelings, yet again.

"Lando." She laughed quietly. "Of course I'm free. I'm laying in bed watching more crap tv, you know it's literally the only way I can spend my day."

"Oh, right." He answered uncertainly, not really listening to what she was saying.

"Well you know, I did run a marathon this morning, then me and Flo went sky diving. Then I thought I'd go to the gym this afternoon." Lottie teased, realising he wasn't listening to a word she was saying.

"Yeah, sounds good." He was still staring off into the distance, watching as Zak made his way towards him and saying a quiet prayer that he might just be able to blend into the wall and not have to have this conversation that he'd been avoiding.

"Lando. You're not even listening to me. What's going on?" Lottie asked.

"I uh... sorry." He mumbled. "It's weird being back here."

"I thought it might be." Lottie agreed quietly. "You didn't say you were going back?"

"I didn't want to think about it." Lando admitted. "Denial is the best policy sometimes."

"I'm not sure in your case that's really going to work." She told him. "How's it been, being back?"

"I uh... I tried to be positive." He told her.

"How is that going for you?" She asked, although she already knew from the tone of his voice and the fact he'd called her in the first place that the answer wasn't going to be a good one.

"How do you think it's going?" He asked dryly, one eye still on Zak as he made his way towards him, stopping to chat to people on the way. Lando hesitated, then quickly tossed the remains of his lunch in the bin, and bolted out into the fresh air and away from Zak. He didn't have it in him to put on a smile and try and reassure Zak it was all going to be fine this year.

"I'd hazard a guess and say it's not been a good day." She agreed quietly. "You going back to Monaco tonight?"

"Yeah." He nodded. "I've got a couple of hours on the sim to do then I guess it's time to go home."

"You could come back here?" Lottie offered. "I'm sure Flo won't mind. You can keep me company, I've found a trashy new tv series I've been watching all day and if you need something to rot your mind and stop you thinking then it's ideal."

"I think I might've over stayed my welcome a bit with Flo as it is." Lando told her. "Besides, I've gotta get back home at some point. That plant mum got me is probably long since dead. I'll have to buy another one so she doesn't realise I killed it. She gave me so many instructions and I've managed to fuck that up too."

"The plant might've survived." She offered. "I'm sure Flo wouldn't mind either if you wanted to come back. She's barely been here all day to be honest, she might not even realise you're here."

"She's left you there on your own?" Lando frowned.

"She's only just outside with the horses." Lottie reassured him. "She's got to take the morning off tomorrow to take me back to the hospital for my appointment so she had a lot to get done. I think your Mum is going to stop by in a bit too."

"The hospital? What's wrong?" He asked quickly.

"Nothing, just got to go back for more X-rays to see how it's all healing up." She told him. "It'll be an exciting day out as far as I'm concerned. It's about as fun as things get at the minute."

"It'll be good news, I hope." He told her, and he really meant it. If anyone deserved to finally catch a break, then surely it had to be her.

"Yeah, well... we'll see I guess." She sighed. "You sure you're going to be okay?"

"Oh yeah, I'm fine." He reassured her, trying his best to make his tone sound at least slightly optimistic. "I should probably go to be honest, I'm supposed to be on the sim in a few minutes. Gotta get the practice in so I don't fuck it all up again next year."

"Stop saying that." She sighed. "You didn't fuck anything up, I know it feels like that but you didn't. One day you'll look back and realise that, even if you can't see it now."

"Maybe." He shrugged, although he sounded doubtful. "Either way, I'd better go get my ass into the sim and get on with it. They'll be sending out a search party soon."

"Okay." She agreed quietly. "Good luck, safe trip home."

"Thanks." He smiled, and it was probably the first time it had actually been a genuine smile on his face all day. "You'll let me know how you get on tomorrow?"

"Yeah, I will." She agreed. "Go on, go be amazing."

He snorted with laughter. "I don't know if I can do amazing. Painfully average might be more my style these days."

"Stop doing that." She sighed. "I know second place wasn't what you wanted; but you still did better than eighteen other people. Look at it that way."

"Let's just agree to disagree on this, shall we?" He suggested. "I'd better go, I'll talk to you tomorrow."

"Alright, bye Lando. Good luck."

"Thanks, Lottie." He hung up the call, leaning against the wall and closing his eyes for a second as he tried to savour the peace and quiet. He just needed five more minutes before he had to go back in there and put on a brave face infront of everyone.

"Ah, Lando! There you are!" Zak's voice shattered the little bit of peace he'd been hoping to find, and Lando painted a smile on his face and stood up straight to greet his boss.

"Hey, Zak. How are you doing? It's been a while." He mustered up his last remaining bit of enthusiasm to greet him. He couldn't even begin to explain quite how much he just wanted to go home and be alone in that moment.

"I was starting to think you were hiding from me." Zak joked. "You're a hard man to track down these days. I was really hoping we were going to have time to get a couple of rounds of golf in at the end of the season but you just disappeared."

"Oh, I've been busy." Lando mumbled, trying to come up with an excuse in his head quickly. He'd known all about the plans Zak had made for the two of them, he just couldn't face the thought of a whole day on the golf course with Zak trying to make him feel better so he'd pretended to be unaware and sat at home to wallow in his own disappointment instead.

"Everything alright?" Zak raised an eyebrow.

"Yeah, yeah." Lando nodded. "I was just checking in, one of my sisters friends... I've been staying with them, she's injured... long story. I'd better go actually. Im supposed to be in the sim already and I can't stay late or I'll miss my flight back tonight, sorry. We can catch up another time if that's okay? Unless you need me for something urgent?"

Zak hesitated for a moment, a look of uncertainly crossing his face as he tried to work out what was going on with his driver, but he did eventually nod in agreement as Lando started backing away from him. "Okay, we'll catch up soon though. Get a move on, you don't want to miss that flight!"

Once he was settled into the sim it did at least help to quieten his mind. He had no option but to concentrate on the task in hand and it left no room for any thoughts of anything else. It actually helped to quieten that nauseating feeling of anxiety that had taken root in his stomach as soon as he pulled into the car park that morning and refused to budge.

He was safe in the sim from anyone trying to talk to him or make him feel better. They mostly left him to it apart from a few very short exchanges here and there for him to give some feedback. It was actually very tempting to just stay in there forever. The combination of not having to talk to anyone and having something to distract himself with was a tempting one.

Before he knew it though his couple of hours was up, and he was climbing out and gathering his bag up. He said a very hurried goodbye to the team, not lingering long enough for anyone to try and strike up a conversation with him, and then he bolted to his hired car. He'd kept his head down all the way to the car park, pretending to be busy on his phone, so that no one could try and stop him to speak to him.

It had worked surprisingly well actually, and before he knew it he was sat back in the drivers seat of the hired car, putting the address of the airport in to the satnav ready to go and catch his flight back to Nice.

****

"Do you want me to come in with you?" Flo asked as her and Lottie sat in the hospital waiting room. Lottie was drumming her fingers nervously on the arm of the chair she was sitting in, waiting for her name to be called.

"I'll be okay, thanks though." Lottie shook her head, taking a deep breath as she tried to calm herself down. "God I hate coming back here."

"Maybe it'll be good news?" Flo offered.

"Yeah, maybe." She agreed weakly, although she somehow doubted that they were going to tell her anything remotely like what she wanted to hear. If she had learned one thing about this whole experience so far, it was not to get her hopes up.

The door opened and a nurse stepped out into the waiting room. "Charlotte Smith?" She called.

"Alright, good luck!" Flo told her, wishing her luck as she struggled to get to her feet. The nurse waiting patiently as she took a few incredibly hesitant steps on her crutches to follow after her.

"Sorry, I'm still very very slow." Lottie quietly apologised to the nurse as she hobbled down the hallway after her.

"No problem at all, you take your time my dear." The nurse reassured her. "I'm amazed that you're up and on your feet at all."

"Gotta get on with it at some point I guess." Lottie muttered. "I don't know if I'd count hobbling along at snail speed as anything amazing."

"Honey, after what happened to you, you're lucky to be alive never mind walking. Even if it is slowly." The nurse paused to hold the door to the doctors office open for her. "Just take a seat there for me, the doctor will be with you in a second, okay?"

"Alright, thanks." She nodded, slowly lowering herself into the chair to wait.

It felt like a lifetime before the door opened, and she was no enjoying the silence of being left alone in that small room with nothing but her own thoughts for company. The suspense of waiting for the doctor to turn up was almost as painful as the rest of her body.

Eventually though, the door opened, the familiar face of the doctor who'd performed the numerous surgeries she'd had to patch her up appearing around the door. "Hi Lottie, sorry to keep you waiting. It's been a busy day around here! How are you doing? It's good to see you up on your feet."

"I uh.... It's been good to be out of here." She offered. "But I'm still struggling. I know it's going to take a while to get better it's just... well, it's hard."

The doctor nodded, tapping away on his keyboard for a moment to pull up the X-rays she'd had taken that morning. "So, the extent of your injuries, I know I don't need to tell you again how extensive they were. I had a look at your X-rays quickly before I came in. The spinal fracture does look like it's healing, albeit probably not as quickly as I would like, but it is doing something at least."

"But?" Lottie asked warily, because from the tone of his voice there was definitely a but coming.

"The pelvic fractures look exactly the same as the last time we xrayed them a few weeks ago. They aren't moving, they're stable because of the metalwork, but they're not healing either." He said slowly. "My main concern would be the fixation of the femoral fracture. It's not healing, and actually the metalwork that is securing it is coming lose. I'm not surprised that you're struggling to walk on it."

"What does this mean?" Lottie asked nervously. She'd known he wasn't going to tell her it was a miracle and she was cured, but she hadn't expected the situation to sound quite so dire.

He took a breath, turning to face her. "In the short term, we may have to look at doing another surgery to replace the metalwork and refix the femur so it's stable, hopefully less painful, and if we can stabilise it then we hope that it starts to heal."

"And if it doesn't? What does this mean in the long term for me getting back to what I want to do?"

The doctor paused for a moment, considering his words. "Lottie, I know it's not what you want to hear, but we've had this conversation before. Given the extent of your injuries, even if you made something of a miraculous grocery which given the complications this far I'm sorry to say seems incredibly unlikely, the odds of you returning to riding at all, never mind competing at the kind of level you were before.... They're non existent." He told her, handing her a tissue as the tears started streaming down her face. "I'm sorry, and I really wish I had better news for you, but I have to be honest. I think what we need to focus on now is finding out why things aren't healing as they should be, and probably getting that leg reset and stabilised properly which will help make you more comfortable."

"Sorry." Lottie mumbled, wiping at her eyes as she tried to calm herself down. It wasn't anything that she hadn't heard before, but every time she heard them put it quite so bluntly it never got any easier.

"It's a lot to take in." He said kindly. "You've done really well to make it this far, don't forget that. It's a little bit of a setback, but there's things we can do. Let's just focus on getting through this next bit and then we'll see where we are at."

"Okay." She nodded reluctantly, because in all honesty what other choice did she have but to get on with it? "What happens next?"

"Someone will be in touch with you to book a date for the surgery." He explained. "In the meantime, you carry on as you are. I'd hope to get it done in the next couple of weeks. Just don't go pushing it too far, we don't want any more accidents."

"Okay." She agreed, her stomach already flipping at the thought of having to have yet more surgery and go through all that pain again. "I'll wait to hear then."

She hobbled slowly back out into the waiting room, the nurse coming to open the doors for her, to find Flo still sitting in the same spot waiting for her. She jumped to her feet as she saw Lottie coming out, car keys dangling from her fingers.

"How did it go?" Flo asked.

"Fine." Lottie answered quietly. "Can we go?"

"Sure. What's wrong though?" Flo frowned.

"Nothing." Lottie shook her head.

"This is not nothing."

"I'm just tired and sore, Flo." Lottie told her. "I just really need to get home and have a rest. I'm fine, I promise."

"Alright then." Flo agreed. "Do you want me to go and pull the car around so you don't have to walk so far? Will you be okay for five minutes?"

"Yes, please." Lottie nodded. The thought of a five minute walk back to the car was nauseating, so she was beyond relieved to hear Flo's offer.

"Alright, you wait over there by that bench if you get there before me." Flo instructed, breaking into a run as she headed off to the car park.

[guardian-of-time-if]

(Before I start, I just want to apologize for making this so long. I got a little carries away...)

Sooo, I was scrolling through some of the old asks and saw the one about differing lifespans and read the little drabble about Lukyan and MC and how Lukyan fears for the future of his kingdom and I just... I had to shed a few tears. Doesn't help that I listened to Epic: The Musical's "Would You Fall in Love With Me Again" right after (not exactly the same situation, the song and that drabble, but still...)

After that, a bittersweet thought occurred to me that I NEED to rant about (plus a few questions at the very end, if you don't mind me askin). Imagine an MC who, whilst Lukyan was still alive, was known for her warm, gentle, and dazzling personality. Who always wore dresses with pretty colors: whites, pinks, yellows, blues etc. Who was always smiling and laughing and merry. Even more so when in the presence of her husband, Lukyan, who she had the most affectionate of gazes for.

But then Lukyan dies. And when he does, it's as though all the light has been snuffed out of her. Her demeanor becomes subdued and dim, her colorful dresses are traded in for dark gowns and black veils. Her smiles, while still gentle and kind, are far more subdued and rare. She mourns her lost love for the rest of her days, never taking on another lover or spouse. Yet she does not wallow in her grief.

Instead, she dedicates her life to guiding her descendants into ruling as wisely and justly as Lukyan had, whilst not overstepping. Leading the empire to becoming the most prosperous nation for all the years that she lives, and all the more after.

She also dedicates her life to helping the unfortunate and those in need. From physically participating in food handouts, visiting orphanages to personally inspect the safety of the place and spend time with the children, and going to the poorer more rundown areas in disguise to see what the people have to say and to try and help people get their business ideas in those areas off the ground, so it becomes safer and better off. Basically, she does all she can to make use of her long lifespan to help and serve others.

She visits Lukyan's grave religiously, and every time she comes to the palace, she makes time to admire his portrait. Just... auugghhh, the pain and angst of a genuinely true love MC/Lukyan relationship! Where MC is doomed to love him eternally while her life goes on CENTURIES after he's past.

Soo, all this to ask:

Imagine, after all of this, MC passes of natural causes. She reunites with Lukyan in the afterlife (assuming it exists in this universe... and if it doesn't, can we PLEASE pretend it does Q-Q). Assuming he's been watching over her this whole time, how does he greet her? Does he have anything to say about her efforts to preserve all the good he did as the ruler?

What are the chances there are ballads written about the love between Lukyan and MC, and MC's complete dedication to him and his kingdom even long after he left this world?

And a semi-unrelated question:

How would Konstantin, his wives, and Igor react to knowing the little girl they found in the forest would be the reason their nation remained great and prosperous long after they've passed? Not because of an interest in politics or royalty, but because of her undying love for Lukyan and knowing how much the fate of his nation weighed on him in his last days.

Hi there! Don't worry about the length, I love long asks, and this one really touched me with how well thought out it was. "Would you fall in love with me again" is a beautiful song, and I can see why it made you think about this scenario.

I've been thinking about this ask for a while. I just had so many feelings reading your ask. I'll admit this scenario had not occurred to me, but it is very beautiful. Also your ask made me go listen to the Ithaca Saga again. I love the image of an MC who outlives Lukyan religiously visiting his grave and admiring his portrait. I also love the idea of MC continuously looking after their descendants and taking care of his kingdom for him. 

Before I answer your question, here’s some basic information about the afterlife. So, each religion in Tarken has a different teaching about what the afterlife looks like. Most people just assume whatever version their religion teaches is the correct one though some scholars speculate that they are all different interpretations of the same truth. 

In my omniscient author knowledge I can tell you that there are different versions of the afterlife that people can go to. For the purpose of your ask, I’m going to assume that MC and Lukyan end up in the same afterlife. (If you or anyone else would like more information about this, I’m happy to expand, I just don’t want this task to get any bigger than it already is.) The rest of it is under the cut because my answers were a bit long.

Assuming he's been watching over her this whole time, how does he greet her? Does he have anything to say about her efforts to preserve all the good he did as the ruler?

Because you successfully hit me in the feels with this one, have a snippet of this afterlife reunion (sorry if this is accurate to how you imagine your MC, I tried to keep the details consistent with your ask.):

I follow the god through the paths in the fog. I’m still processing my death, but I also find myself at more peace than I’ve been in a long time. The weight of grief has been lifted from my shoulders, and glancing at my body, I see a colorful dress of the type I used to wear when my husband was still alive.

“Normally, the first thing I do for a new resident is help them decide a place to live, but there is someone here who has been dying to see you, so I think I’ll let you talk to him first.”

“What?” I ask the god as his words sink in. “Who?”

A translucent blue hand rests on my shoulder while another points at a figure moving towards us, not quite running, but close. As the figure gets I find myself staring at the same face I spent countless hours staring at in painting form. But this isn’t a painting.

It’s Lukyan, and he looks as young as he did the day we married, but without the scars. 

Before I can fully process the sight of my husband, I feel his arms wrap around me in the best hug I’ve ever received. It’s warmer, more comforting, reassuring, and tight enough we can hear each other's heartbeats. My arms move of their own accord to hug him back. 

“You made it,” he says, wiping a tear off my cheek. I hadn’t realized I was crying. “I’ve been waiting for you.”

“I’ve missed you.”

“I know. I saw your visits to my grave, the hours you spent in the portrait hall of the palace, and the countless hours you spend taking care of our country in ways I never imagined doing myself.”

“You’ve been watching me?” I ask, still just soaking in the sight of my husband, looking more alive than ever. 

“Everyday. You’re amazing you know? All those things you did, everyday.”

“You were so afraid of what would happen to your people after you died, I wanted to make sure someone who saw your vision for what Nytheris would be was taking care of them.”

His arms wrap around me again. “Thank you.”

“Well, thank you for keeping watch over me the whole time.”

“There’s nothing I’d rather do,” He tells me, cupping my cheek. “And it’s nice to see you wearing color again.”

What are the chances there are ballads written about the love between Lukyan and MC, and MC's complete dedication to him and his kingdom even long after he left this world?

There is a very high likelihood of people writing love ballads about Lukyan and MC, I could even see them becoming the plot of an opera or a ballet. 

How would Konstantin, his wives, and Igor react to knowing the little girl they found in the forest would be the reason their nation remained great and prosperous long after they've passed?

This is an interesting question. I try not to say too much about Emperor Konstantin’s thoughts because I want readers to form their own opinion of him, but I don’t think it would be too surprising to say he would have mixed feelings. He would approve of keeping the empire prosperous, and he’d appreciate her loyalty to his son, but he and Lukyan disagree on a lot of policy, so he’d be a bit iffy on that depending on how closely MC stuck to upholding Lukyan’s policies. 

Empress Tereza would be very reassured that MC loves Lukyan that much. Her biggest fear is her children would end up in marriages like her own, so knowing MC is so in love with her son it defines her behavior years after his death would make her a lot more supportive of their marriage. Tereza would also be incredibly grateful to MC for continuing to take care of the empire on her son’s behalf. The fourth wife, you guys haven’t met yet, would have similar feelings to Tereza. She likes Lukyan a lot, and would care more about him being happy than the fate of the country. Claudia would find it sweet, but she’d also find it sad. Vanessa would find MC somewhat foolish for continuing to put so much effort into something because it mattered to a dead man. 

Lord Igor would be reassured that MC manages to find love with Lukyan as he does genuinely want MC to be happy. As for the rest, he would be torn. He’d rather MC put that much effort into improving the MC because she was interested in politics not for someone else, but he would also be grateful for all her efforts ensuring the empire remained prosperous. 

[walpu]

[Pokes pokes] hey walpie, I caught an idea before in ran away (kinda like my continuation to my old ask)

Nameless!reader who've been acquainted with Aventurine for so long, from their first meeting and their fateful encounters from their trailblazing and his business trips. Take the chance to get to know each other, bit by bit, until that seed of affection slowly grow and bud. Little did Aventurine want to admit it, but he found a temporary safe space everytime they're around.

To see each other again in Penacony, it was expected that they'd hang out once again although... They will definitely see something's off about his insistence to be acquainted or "friends" with many he's seen, he's looking for allies. Reader would press him, what is he planning, they've known when an IPC representatives is in a certain location, it'll have something to do with the IPC to claim it or "help" it. As a Nameless, they have the tendency to help these worlds wherever they go, but the gambler have a higher chance at winning, an all or nothing man. Despite their difference of objectives, and to go against each other in the end,

Still spare each other a dance they do, in the true Dreamscape where no one would see. This time he doesn't want to to sit back and huddle in his safe space with them (even if in the future they won't be able to feel this safe space again, for the universe is full of uncertainty, until his luck run out to not be able to see them again), he has a plan to carry out. He won't tell them, he'd walk away like everything is fine, but his chest aches to leave them in the dark, even worse when they've known him long enough to know he's planning something. Aventurine will let himself be driven to the edge, until fate took his side and win with a bang. They've seen it, his gambles, his deals, and the moment March mentioned a man with alabaster head, they have an inkling of what he's going to do.

For Ratio to be here, for Topaz to be in the reverie, for him to run around looking for allies. They know, he's planning something big, and they have an inkling feeling that it'd destroy him.

But what can they do? Press him further for answers? Connect the dots to see the big picture and put him to a stop? Drop their defenses and get hurt later? Maybe... But here in the true Dreamscape, where no eyes are looking, they dropped their guard down. To have a friend with no strings attached, become an enemy in a certain future, facing each other, it's not a low possibility.

So there they are, alone together, wandering the true Dreamscape. Aventurine cracking small pieces of his walls for them to see, reader expressing their personal feelings but never mentioning those three words, spend the time together before they'll go on their own path and face each other.

"You are a wonderful experience"

"You are everything"

- 🪽

NOT THE LAST LINES NOT THE LAST LINES NOOOOOOOOOOO

THIS IS SO GOOD DEAR GOD THANK YOU FOR MY LIFE

[finitevoid]

"Mazoku," Hiei says, kicking Yusuke in the thigh. Yusuke stirs, but only a little; his pallid face is lax in sleep, only twitching as he wakes. Hiei kicks him again, harder this time. Yusuke blinks open sunken eyes.

He's laid out on the warm desert sand, dark hair spilling into the dunes. His Mazoku markings curl over his bare torso and arms, warped small from how much weight he's lost.

"It seems your retainers spend more time worrying about you than they do running your kingdom." Hiei says, caustically. He looms over Yusuke's form, and the hot sun beats onto the back of his neck. "Demon Lord Yusuke."

Yusuke's expression ripples with what Hiei will tentatively describe as annoyance. He huffs a breath through his nose, groaning. "Hokushin called you again? All the way in fucking Alaric?"

"My King wonders why it is I keep needing to be pulled from my duties to check on the Mazoku," Hiei continues, "who, by all accounts, should be able to function for himself."

"Tell Mukuro to butt out of my business."

"It is her business," Hiei says, digging his boot into the soft flesh of Yusuke's shoulder. "Given that my misplaced loyalty to a foolish half-human is splitting my attention."

Yusuke's eyes flash. "Get lost, then. If it's so fucking irritating."

Hiei says, "No," and draws his sword.

And then they are fighting; Yusuke rolls out of the way of Hiei's blow, before springing to his feet. He throws a punch with a wave of energy behind it, which Hiei springs into the air to dodge. When he whirls around, Yusuke is there, aiming the Spirit Gun; Hiei shoots out a wave of dark fire, which swallows Yusuke, cutting off the Spirit Gun attack.

Yusuke shakes off the flame, coming at Hiei with a roundhouse kick; Hiei blocks, but not in time to truly soften the blow. Pain explodes over his forearm. Still, he uses Yusuke's momentary victory to jab forward with his sword, slicing. The metal bites through the soft skin of Yusuke's cheek.

They both still. Panting quietly, flames still burning the grass behind them. The wound on Yusuke's cheek weeps, spilling his red, human blood onto Hiei's blade. Hiei takes his sword back, and dips his tongue onto the scarlet stain; it tastes metallic, like all human blood.

"You are not doing well," Hiei observes. "The hunger is getting to you."

Yusuke stands there and pants, shoulders hunched with exhaustion. "Fuck you, man."

Hiei wipes the blood of his blade with the end of his scarf, before sheathing it. He crosses the space between them swiftly, before he grabs Yusuke by the shoulder. Hiei mashes their faces together in a clacking, painful kiss. He feels his fangs split the soft flesh of Yusuke's mouth, spilling hot blood between them.

When he releases Yusuke, he watches with interest as Yusuke's tongue darts out to wipe the blood away; and then concern, when the wound doesn't immediately shut.

"How long?" Hiei asks.

Yusuke staunches the blood with his thumb. "Hard to tell," he admits. "Old man Raizen lasted for ages, but he was a full-blooded demon."

"That you were cursed with his affliction at all," Hiei says, the words unbidden. Something in him curls and twists painfully.

Yusuke shrugs. "Is what it is."

"And you will not eat?" Hiei asks, somewhat tentative. He doesn't want to anger Yusuke. Fighting an angered Yusuke in this state... Hiei is sure he would win. The thought is utterly disquieting.

"I was a human, once." Yusuke says it with deadly seriousness, eyes burning with suicidal determination.

"Yet demon flesh nourishes the rest of us just fine," Hiei says, dry.

Yusuke looks down at his hands, as more blood drips down his fingers. "If I did," now, he looks skyward, rolling back on his heels. "It doesn't matter what they looked like. I feel like I'd just see Keiko. Or Kuwabara."

And Hiei feels heavy, from his head all the way to his feet. He feels like leaden metal, molten and hulking. He doesn't feel like fire; he feels like ice. He can almost hear the incessant ticking of a human clock, counting down the seconds.

Hiei almost smiles. "Then, I suppose my attentions will continue to be split."

And Yusuke does smile, teeth stained scarlet. "Guess so."

[indras-wife]

(Bad English ahead, I'm sorry).

Hiii <3, I want to tell you how much I appreciate that you created this blog! And I'm happy that the blog is growing and now you're getting more interesting asks and requests. I swear you're doing the lord's work feeding us good Indra content. There isn't enough of him anywhere on the internet and that makes me so sad, WE NEED MORE OF THAT MAN.

Anyways I do have a request, but I'm afraid it's not interesting (it's just silly i think haha). I would like to know if you have some headcanons about what the daily life of our serious man would have been like? What activities did he do as part of his routine, besides training and studying ninjutsu? Do you think he had any hobbies? And what kind of duties did he have towards the community in which he lived? In the filler it looked like he was in charge of "enforcing the law", but I wonder if he had other responsibilities (administrative tasks or something like that).

Sorry if my questions are a little vague, boring or if you already have written something along this lines, but you can add other elements that you see fit. I'll honestly read everything you write! ✨ Sending you lots of love. Thanks for taking the time to read this!✨

Anonnnnn, this request along with your encouraging kind words made my day I swear!.💖🥰🥺 Thank you immensely for reading my blog and supporting it! Every encouraging word makes me want to write about this wonderful man even more! Thank you, thank you, thank you!💖💖💖 AND YES!! There's really not enough Indra content here, which is tragic. That man is a too handsome and interesting to be ignored. I take it upon myself to talk about him as much as I can and your interesting request will help me add more insight on him!💖💖💖

Indra, on a daily basis, is a very busy man. He carries the weight of huge responsibilities on his shoulder. No one asked him to do these, but as an older sibling, and as the future successor of ninshu he feels obliged to do what is needed. Besides training and studying, which occupy most of his time, Indra has other activities or hobbies luckily.

One of the first activity that takes up a lot of time, is patrolling around. Indra believes that setting order around and having people follow the law is actually the only way to harmony. We saw in the anime how he doesn't hesitate to punish those who break the rules. By doing it, he sets an example for others telling them indirectly not to break laws and follow the order his father set years ago. He also takes part in writing the law that villagers have to follow, so this job is a very important one for him.

His other hobby is walking. Is it a surprise? This man LOVES late night walks by himself, as it gives him the peace of mind he needs. His usual walking place is the woods. As a child Indra used to train there and wander around, which helped him discover hidden secret tunnels, leading to extraordinary beautiful scenery. He enjoys laying on the grass or sitting on it, looking at the moon and the starry skies, allowing his mind to take him outside of the earth. Indra never admits it aloud, but he is fascinated by the outside world. He catches himself daydreaming about travelling to space, wanting to experience seeing it with his own eyes.

Indra also enjoys writing. Yes, he enjoys writing! He is a huge bookworm and enjoyed reading his father's works ever since he was a baby, but he also loves writing about his own ideologies and thoughts. He is the inventor of Ninjutsu, so he had to keep up with his creations and document every progress with the hand signs. Every night, he spends an hour or two filling the book with the new hand signs he was able to form, detailing how he did it and what the hand sign can do. He also keeps a small diary, where he writes about himself. He finds it easier to express himself in writing rather than talking. Indra makes sure his diary is well hidden so no one can find and read his dark "secrets" about himself.

Not doing too often, but he loves drawing too. In his mind he is terrible at it, but he believes practice makes it perfect so whenever he can, he draws in his small journal, be it a tree, a pond, a face or whatever his mind tells him to do. He is a very artistic man.

As a part of the council, Indra was also in charge of the security of the village. Despite living in peaceful time, he and others realized that an unexpected attack can happen and their borders need to be strong. He took it upon himself to make sure the borders are secure an the soldiers are well trained in case a fight broke out.

Moving to little softer things, Indra, from time to time, would visit the villagers, in hopes of helping them. He was doing it mostly as a teenager, as he was not too closed off yet. As an adult he stopped this habit, but was still keeping a close eye to the village and having his students search around, asking if there was anything needed to be done. Indra was this hero from shadows as all the problems the villagers reported, have been solved by him immediately.

He also has a habit of sitting under sakura trees and watch the time pass. He usually does it at nights, as he has insomnia and sleeping is a problem for him. Sitting under the trees, reading a book or writing about something helps him connect with himself spiritually. The soft breeze playing with his hair and the cherry blossom petals gives him the satisfaction from life he is hungry for.

Indra also loves travelling. He is the type of person who will take the longer route just to be out in nature more. As a teenager he sneaked out of the house to visit the neighboring villages, to meet new people and find new things. A little mischievous of him, but his hunger for knowing and seeing more could never have him sit in one place for a long time. He was beloved wherever he went, with women falling in love with him, and men praising his skills and knowledge. As a grown up, he would keep a low profile when visiting different places, not wanting to be recognized by anyone.

To finish the list of his activities besides training and studying, Indra from time to time likes spending time with his students. He isnt that vocal about it, but he would not mind taking his trusted friends for a walk, or for a drink. He doesnt drink, but seeing how his two students get tipsy and act weird is always bringing a smile to his face. Being with his "friends" is the only time he allows himself to open up a little bit and show his true self, without hiding behind a mask.

[review-anon]

This is Chapter 1 stuff but what are your thoughts on everyone's dark secrets revealed in that one game?

Im surprised they did it as a side thing as normally that's a full chapter motive so props to them. But with a lot of these secrets they sound bad at face value but context is everything and normally they are worded in a way to cast a bad light.

Either way thoughts are under the cut

"Ken witnessed the death of a close family member when he was six"

We find out that it was his sister and she got hit by a car. Its a tragedy that could happen to anyone really. As such I doubt most of the cast think any less of Ken as it was a horrible incident out of his control and it was done in such a mundane way as well.

"Harada has had eight romantic partners, though they were spaced out."

Well, well, Harada has quite the busy love life it seems. I do wonder why they all failed though as eight partners is quite a feat. Is he bad at holding onto relationships, were they toxic or is the whole cat piss smell. Because being a zookeeper isn't always glamourus work and often you come home smelling like shit.

"Mai has killed someone."

Doesn't really surprise me as bounty hunter work can be lethal. Mai explains that she used too much force when catching a bad guy and while it was an accident she doesn't regret. I like the fact she just outright admits it and explains some context behind the matter.

"Hama has spend a lot of time in juvenile detention centres"

I already explained why I think I know the context but I think what happened was people were starting shit about Hama's disabled sister because people suck, Hama got pissed and beated them up because no-one shit talks about his sister, and he got thrown into juvie as a result. Until we know the context this is my best theory.

"Wada spend his childhood in and out of foster care, and he now lives alone."

This right here is proof while the foster care system can really suck, as Wada is literally Maverick right here with how much he's been in foster care. And the fact he has barely any survival skills means his foster parents were probably quite shit to him as well. Not surprising given how crummy foster care in Japan is.

"Isono put her older sister in hospital."

Since she's dead now, we will never get the answer to this question but its up in the air if it was an accident or intentional. Isono doesn't strike me as someone who would put her sister in hospital on purpose so it was most likely an accident, maybe some stunt for the fans that went wrong?

"Sasaki has had a romantic relationship with a teacher."

Now I know I shit on Sasaki a lot, and she's still my least favourite Tetro Pink character but I will say this; I don't think Sasaki started it, it was the teacher who forced her into that.

What I think is the case is that the teacher forced her into a sexual relationship so she could get good grades and such. Its scummy but sadly quite common that some pervy teacher can have their way with a student. Its a unforunate common practise and since teachers are consider gospal in Japan due to their cultural views, the teacher probably got away with it as if Sasaki spoke out it was her career at risk.

"Hiroaki put himself into debt of￥200,000 due to purchasing narcotics"

We all know Hiroaki has a drug problem. Its withdrawl effects became a plot point in Chapter 2. But sometime Timeline Anon brought to my attention is that Harada doesn't have Hirokai's dope anymore which means someone stole them, especially since nobody really locks their dorm doors. That could be a problem especially is Hiroaki's withdrawal effects get worse.

I do believe he fell in with a bad crowd or was unhappy and took drugs which is why most people do so.

"Okazaki performed something unlicensed but she pressed the button before Monomeko could say it fully."

That is very sus indeed that she pressed it before the rabbit could finish what they were saying, almost as if they don't want the others to know. Unlicensed could mean anything and given my susicipions on this character it doesn't make me feel any better.

"Yanagi's family fell apart due to domestic violence and alcoholism."

This probably explains his prince act because if Yanagi's father constantly beat his mother up due to being drunk all the time, it probably made Yanagi determined to be nice to women at all costs as he probably hates his father.

"Chiba has been hospitalised for malnurtition."

This is why I said her small size has a darker side to it as I suspect she was not given enough food on purpose to stunt her growth and keep her small for child roles. Since her manager is her mother, this was 100% child neglect and abuse.

"Watari drove her parents to divorce each other."

The fact she doesn't regret it one bit, makes me wonder if her parents were bad to her or if she hated one parent and wanted them gone. I feel this is something we need more context for really.

"Tamba has physically harmed someone to get ahead in the competition."

As an Olympic athletic, it was probably really cutthroat for her and like certain other Danganronpa characters *looks at Sayaka* she probably did all she wanted to get ahead. She later explains she broke someone's knee which is quite a serious injury. Again its something to be expected in that field as she later finds out from Yanagi that figure skating isn't as ruthless as gymnastics is.

Pretty sure if she tried to do that to Akane, she would end up in hospital.

"Tsuno lied about taking a holiday to cover the fact she was going into rehab for drug addiction."

Admitting you have a drug problem is still quite the stigma, and while we do know she's on different drugs to Hirokai, I can understand why she might lie to people as admitting you are going into rehab would cause you to become a outcast. If anyone is to blame, its society.

"Kamimura has tried to unalive himself many times."

Honestly not surprised he's suicidal given his general demenour especially if this happened shortly after losing his family. I do hope Ken can keep him straight and not think about making another attempt while in the Killing Game.

"Ojima has PTSD from childhood sexual abuse."

I knew the fact he zoned out all the time was probably linked to a bad experience and the dissoance was a coping mechanism, but I didn't realise it was gonna be this bad, yikes poor Ojima.

And ftr while most I do want context behind, I think we can all agree we don't want to find out how Ojima got violated. We know his dad was famous and got arrested recently so I do think he was the culprit behind said abuse but that's all I want to know.

Overall I say this lot need help, but the Killing Game is the worst place for that and some of them we probably get more details as the Killing Game progresses.

[bropunzeling]

matthew/leon: 1 and 12 brady/quinn: 7 and 20

all under the cut! also i treated them as combos because that was more fun

(things you said at 1 am) + (things you said when you thought i was asleep)

It's a risk spending the night at the hotel when Matthew's entire family is back at his house. Matthew knew that when he looked for Leon across the bar they all ended up at after the skills comp; he knew that when he downed a shot and a beer for plausible deniability; he knew that when Leon hooked his fingers in Matthew's beltloops and leered, sweaty and red-faced and still too sober to really get away with it. He knew that when he waved Johnny off to slip out to the street; he knew that sliding into the Uber where Leon was already waiting; he knew that when Leon shoved him up against the hotel door and bit his lip until Matthew let him in.

Knows that now, phone lighting up with unread messages on the nightstand, glowing against the wood.

He ought to get up. It's a busy weekend. Big day tomorrow. And if he slips away now, he'll avoid the walk of shame in the morning, the pointed questions from Brady and pointed lack of questions from his mom.

But Leon's hot against his side, arm heavy across his torso, breath warm and damp against the skin of Matthew's shoulder. Matthew can feel the steady inhales and exhales that he knows means Leon's asleep, or just about. He wouldn't want to disturb him.

And, of course, there's the part where Matthew doesn't actually want to slip away from Leon. Has never wanted to, not really. Even when he left last summer, trading out salted roads and frozen hands for sand under his feet and the sun on his face, he told Leon exactly where he was going. Hoped that if he did, this thing wouldn't break apart between them.

So far, it hasn't. That has to mean something.

"Fuck, you're heavy," Matthew says softly into Leon's hair.

Leon doesn't say anything back. His mouth is wet against the skin of Matthew's throat.

"And drooling," Matthew adds. If Leon were awake, he'd be offended, and they'd have a little argument, half flirtation and half annoying each other. Right now, though, he can just state a fact.

Nothing. Just Leon's breathing, slow and even, and the occasional buzz of Matthew's phone against wood.

Matthew rubs his hand up and down Leon's spine, feeling the bump of vertebrae under his fingers. Traces the moles on Leon's back, drawing constellations. "I wish we had more time," he admits to Leon's sweaty hair.

An inhale, an exhale. The glow from under the edge of Matthew's phone, bright in the dark.

-

(things you said while we were driving) + (things you said that i wasn't meant to hear)

During the drive to the lake house, Brady stretches out in the passenger seat, shoving it as far back as it will go and slouching down until his knees hit the glove box. He's jetlagged from the flights; Matthew told him he was pushing it to go from two weeks with family in Europe straight into two weeks in Michigan with Quinn, and Brady told him he was a bossy know-it-all.

Brady is pretty dead on his feet, though, so maybe Matthew does know a thing or two.

It's easy to drift off, closing his eyes as Quinn drives. Quinn's a good driver, not distracted like Jack or aggressive like Taryn or just plain bad like Matthew. He has a playlist going, some soft, quiet indie shit that certainly wasn't one of Brady's recommendations, but it's nice enough. Soothing.

A few minutes in, Brady realizes Quinn's singing along under his breath. No, not singing, not even in that tuneless way Quinn has. Talking quietly. "Yeah. Yeah, we're on our way."

Brady slits open his eyes. From the angle, he can see the curve of Quinn's jaw, the rumpled mess of his hair, the threadbare collar of his t-shirt. There's a hole near the shoulder seam, and Brady wants to stick his finger in the hole, touch the skin beneath.

"Yeah," Quinn's saying now. "I picked some up earlier." A pause. "Seriously? Well, I'm not gonna stop for more. Brady's wiped, man. He's already asleep."

Over the speaker, Jack's voice is crackling and mumbling, hard to decipher. Quinn's is clear, though. "Come on, Jacky. Let me get Brady home first."

More talking. The car is pulling up to a stop. At something Jack says, Quinn's gaze flicks over to Brady, then away. "No," he says. "I want this to be a good trip for him."

Jack replies, then cackles. Quinn's ears turn red. "Fuck off. You know he doesn't -- it's not like that."

The car starts to move again. The acceleration has Brady closing his eyes, or maybe it's the afternoon sun, warm through the windshield. The last thing he hears is Quinn's voice, quiet. "Yeah. See you soon."

[missyandwade]

*NEW FIC*The Perfect Guy - Chapter 1

Wade and Missy are friends who live across the hallway from one another. After a pregnancy scare gives Missy some perspective on what she wants from her life. She decides she needs to find someone to settle down with and start a family. But perhaps her perfect guy is, in fact, closer than she realises.

Featuring Wade Wilson pre-Deadpool and OC Missy.

Chapter 1

Why was it that Missy could never find a good guy to date in this city?

She had been in three relationships this past year with none lasting more than two months.

Dan was her current boyfriend. She had been with him for a month and a half and things had been going great...

...or so she had thought...

Now all of a sudden it had been two days with so much as a single text or call.

Missy knocked upon the very familiar door just across the hallway from her own, one eye on her phone as she did so.

She was still in her work clothes. Purse hanging from the crook of her arm, with a sharp pencil skirt, silk blouse and black patent high heels on, not even having gone home to change yet.

Within a second or two the door was flung open wide.

Standing there, of course was her neighbour Wade, looking as haphazard and as handsomely thrown together as ever. Today he was wearing a black hooded jacket thrown over a black tshirt and a pair of jeans, with that stupid smile of his plastering itself across his features.

She had been friends with Wade for a couple of years now.

He had pretty much pestered her into friendship, which at first she had found irritating but now, she had to admit it was a bit of a blessing in disguise.

Missy worked five days a week, full time and yet rent was expensive in this city. So the only neighbourhood she had really been able to afford had been this one. And she had to admit, it wasn't your safest. But luckily for her, with Wade Wilson around, she felt a little more content and able to sleep at night. It was good having a mercenary as your best friend.

"Well if it isn't my favourite hot and sexy neighbour," he said, giving his usual routine, stepping aside to let her pass. "What is today? Booty call? Or have you just come over to borrow a cup of sugar?"

Missy just ignored him, giving a tut, looking down at her phone as she strutted past him, into his apartment.

"Two days Wade, and not so much as a smiley face emoji!" she said with a frustrated huff, as she plonked herself down on the edge of his bed.

Wade kicked the front door shut and gave a frown in her direction.

"Are we talking about Dan the asshole, my sugar-dumpling?" Said the merc in a playful voice, walking over towards her. "I told you he was a piece of fucking shit from the beginning. But ohhh no, you didn't want to listen to me. You were all 'l think he seems like a nice guy...it doesn't matter that he spends all his money on eating out in quirky instagrammable restaurants and getting his ballsack waxed'."

Missy stared up at Wade, shooting him a dark look.

"He's not that bad, Wade," she reprimanded.

But Wade merely gave a scoff. Moving over to his tiny kitchenette.

"Y'now if I was your boyfriend, I probably wouldn't text you back either," he said in a light tone, causing Missy to instantly frown in his direction. "We'd be so busy fucking like bunny rabbits I'd never have the fucking time."

Missy rolled her eyes, and looked back towards her phone as Wade from across the room gave a smirk, his eyes lingering on her pouting face for just a moment.

"So is it too early for me to try and get you drunk on beer so I can hopefully put my hand up your sweater?" said Wade pulling open the fridge door. "Or are you trying to keep a clear head in case you need to have it out with Deputy Dan the douchebag later?"

Missy, at his words, gave a grimace.

"Ugh, could i just get a glass of water?" She said shaking her head. "I've been feeling nauseous all day."

Wade pulling out a bottle of beer for himself, grabbed her a clean glass from the side, glancing back at her from over his shoulder.

"Maybe it's a sign," he said in a tone of faux-seriousness, filling the glass with water from the faucet. "Maybe your body's just expressing what your subconscious thinks of Dan..."

But Missy pursed her lips.

Dan didn't make her feel nauseous.

The first few weeks with him had been great. Good sex, really nice dates (even if the locations were sometimes a little pretentious) and he was pretty good looking.

He was medium height, with brown hair and a charming smile. He worked in marketing and he and Missy had met through a mutual friend.

Although she had to admit they really didn't have much in common. He liked to talk about his business- A LOT! And Missy was just admin at the office she worked at. She tended to zone out the moment he began talking about strategy and profit margins.

But his career of course has meant that he owned a swanky apartment across town. It was lovely but Dan always managed to persuade Missy to stay over after a date. And despite Missy asking him over to her place on several occasions, Dan had accused the neighbourhood of being too dangerous. Which meant that Missy was constantly being made to do the walk of shame each time she stayed over.

But that didn't mean he made her nauseous...did it?

She gave an internal sigh, chucking her cell phone down onto the bed beside her.

Perhaps him not calling her was a good thing.

"I don't know," said Missy in a sad voice. "Why can't I just find a guy that isn't a total jackass for once?"

She glanced up at Wade who was now at her side, holding out the glass of water.

He looked for a moment like he was about to say something, but for once, it never came.

She took the glass from his hand, taking a gentle sip.

"Are you working tonight?" she asked after a moment, looking up at the merc as he pulled off the beer bottle cap with his hand, tossing it down, and taking a swig.

"Nuh-uh, said Wade, giving a grin. "I am all yours. We binge watching the rest of Bridgerton?...Unless you wanna give Dan another call, of course?"

But Missy shook her head, getting to her feet.

"Nope. Corsets and sexy love scenes please," she said firmly, flashing Wade a smile and heading over to his squishy leather couch.

She didn't even notice Wade's eyes follow her as she strutted past him, something in them that even he wasn't really aware of yet...

"Corsets and sexy love scenes it is," he uttered happily, grabbing the to remote and following her.

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Would anyone like to read more?

[shy-urban-hobbit]

8 with Lambert & Vesemir please if you want to 💕

8 - "I'm really disappointed in you."

I had two ideas for this one and I really wanted to write both so we have a modern au humour drabble with a little bit of role reversal which Lambert is way too happy about and/or fluffy/angst child Lambert under the cut where Vesemir learns Lambert doesn't use words to apologise (CW on that one for implied abuse/corporal punishment).

"I'm really disappointed in you." Lambert didn't even try to hide his smile as Vesemir was led out from the cells to the front of the station. Of all the days Geralt and Eskel had to be busy...

"Well, what do you have to say for yourself?" Lambert crowed, crossing his arms and raising an eyebrow in a parody of the pose Vesemir adopted every time he'd asked that of his youngest.

"Wrong place, wrong time." He answered as he walked out onto the wet, dark street. It really was - Vesemir had just been minding his own business at a nearby bar when all hell broke loose between a couple of guys and their respective friends. Vesemir wouldn't have gotten involved at all if someone hadn't thrown a right hook at him as he tried to leave and well...old habits and all that. It was just his luck Lambert was the only person available to come and post bail.

He might have realised too late what exactly he'd said, but Lambert certainly didn't. His smile morphed into a full on, shit eating grin as one of his own classic excuses fell from his father's mouth, "I've heard that before!" He yelled out, raising a finger and wagging it in exaggerated sternness, "When are you going to start thinking before you act? I swear, I never have this much trouble with Eskel and Geralt!"

"Are you done?" Vesemir deadpanned from where he was trying to walk ahead of the younger man.

"Not even close." Lambert laughed, jogging slightly to catch up so they were now walking side by side, "Do you have any idea how long I've waited for this opportunity? I'm not stopping until I've gone through your entire repertoire of Disappointed Dad phrases old man!"

Vesemir did an about face, "That's it. I'm seeing if they'll let me spend the night in the drunk tank."

"Ok, ok." Lambert said holding his hands up in a placating gesture, still grinning, "But you have to admit, the irony is pretty fucking funny."

Vesemir gave out a "hmm". He supposed he'd be able to laugh about it in the morning - he wasn't telling Lambert that though.

"C'mon. I'll buy you a drink, we should celebrate this. Vesemir's first run in with the law!"

"What makes you think that was my first?" Vesemir asked, ducking through the door of the first bar they came across and smirking at Lambert's spluttering.

"Wait, what...Vesemir??!"

It was nearing the end of Lambert's first month at Kaer Morhen when it happened. He was confident that he could handle whatever punishment he was about to receive and then Vesemir had gone and said those five words before dismissing him.

"I'm really disappointed in you."

That one phrase had cracked through the walls he'd built up during his short life and had settled unpleasantly in his chest. He'd grown used to people being angry at him thanks to his shit-stain of a father, his mother was the only one who'd ever felt fear for him and there had been absolutely none of that since he arrived here and got shoved into a bare dorm room with six other boys. He didn't think he'd ever had anyone express disappointment in him before - at least, not directly. He wasn't sure how to feel about this, which in turn was making him feel angry.

It wasn't his fault! Voltehre had dared him to try and steal something from one of the alchemy labs. If he hadn't done that, Lambert wouldn't have dropped that stupid ceramic bowl. He'd hidden the pieces as best he could, it had only been one of the smaller ones so it had been pretty easy really. Apparently that hadn't been good enough though as he found himself being summoned to Vesemir's office; where he'd resolutely denied all knowledge despite the evidence staring him right in the face from Vesemir's desk.

"What's up with you?" He looked up from where he'd been sat curled in on himself at the top of the stairs to the boys dorms, definitely not sulking. One of the younger, freshly turned Witchers he recognised as Eskel was leaning against the wall, looking down at him.

"Nothin'. Piss off, asshole." Lambert snarled into his knees.

Eskel only laughed, "Big words from such a small mouth. C'mon, either talk or piss off yourself. You're stinking up the hallway with that sad stench."

"M'not sad." Lambert said petulantly.

"Uh huh."

"Stupid Vesemir."

"What'd you do to get a beating from him?"

"Didn't beat me."

Eskel was silent for a minute before dropping down next to Lambert, "Let me guess. He did the 'I'm not angry, I'm disappointed' thing. Fucking hate that."

Lambert's head shot up in surprise. The last thing he'd expected was for the other to agree with him.

"So. What'd you do?" Eskel prompted again.

For some reason, Lambert found himself telling the whole story. How Vesemir had summoned him to his office to ask him about the broken bowl. How Lambert didn't understand why Vesemir was disappointed when he should be angry, right? That was usually what happened when people who weren't his father broke things (that would still be the fault of Lambert or his mother).

"You do know he'd be able to smell that you'd been in there, right?" Eskel asked from where he was leaning back on his elbows.

Lambert froze. He did now!

"He's not disappointed that you broke it, you know how many of those things we have in storage? He's disappointed that you lied about it. He'd have been able to smell that on you too, just so you know."

They sat in silence as Lambert digested this. That still didn't make sense. He still should have gotten a beating for the lying, shouldn't he?

He didn't realise he'd said that last part out loud until Eskel answered, "Honestly, if it had been any of the other Masters, you probably would have. Vesemir's harsh, but he's not the worst one here. Do you understand why you feel guilty now, though?"

Lambert nodded, "So, how do I make it go away?"

Eskel shrugged as he stood up to leave, "Figure that out yourself. I'm not your damn mother."

Lambert flipped him off in response, tapping his feet as Eskel's words called up thoughts of his mother. How she'd sit trying to salvage whatever his father had destroyed the previous night, how she'd smile that sad smile at him when he'd try to help. Hmm, maybe that was an idea? He picked himself up and hurried down the stairs shouting for Eskel. Maybe he'd know where to find what he needed.

Vesemir turned the bowl over in his hand. Calling the repair work amateur would be being generous. Thick lines of glue making the cracks appear large and obvious and giving the rim a slightly uneven quality, the surface was also uneven in some parts where the adhesive had dried in globs and smears, a couple of spots on his desk suggesting it hadn't fully dried when it had been left. Obviously the work of a child, confirmed by the now familiar scent it was covered in. He thought on the dark rings around Lambert's eyes that morning, his shuffling steps and wandering concentration during training. The lad must have been up all night working on this.

Vesemir gave a small chuckle as he placed it on a high shelf. No good for potion work now, but he'd find some use for it.