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cuerue · 10 months ago
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given a bit more time to think through my feelings on “only 3 choices” thing, i think the most frustrating part is how none of those big choices have really mattered in inquisition itself? you get some flavor dialogue and maybe some differences in the cutscenes, but the plot still plays out the exact same way no matter who is the emperor of orlais, or who is the divine, or who drank from the well
and that leaves you with the hopes of “well, they are still big decisions, surely they will matter in the next game, especially once some time has gone by for the effects of those decisions to settle in” and then those decisions matter even less. still no bearing on the plot, and not even little references to it anymore
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7arami · 1 month ago
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Adding on to Tawky Tawny being Billy's giant pet tiger, Damian would totally be jealous. Like absolutely filled with envy.
He's heard reports of a giant tiger just strolling through Fawcett and needs to have it. When he goes to Fawcett for a little investigating, he gets more or less the same responses from people: "Ohhhh you mean Tawky! Yeah, that's Billy's tiger!"
Damian instantly tracks this Billy, he refuses to acknowledge his last name, and demands to see the tiger. Billy, who is very confused and slightly scared, explains that he can't show him because he doesn't know where Tawky is. This ticks Damian off, cause how can you not keep track of a giant tiger. And Billy has to explain to him that Tawky just comes and gos as he pleases, he doesn't have control over him and he wouldn't want to either, because that wouldn't be very nice.
Damian refuses to leave until he meets Tawky. Which irritates Billy because he's got work to do, both normal civilian work and superhero work. He does his best to lose the kid, but the peace doesn't last long before Damian drops down in front of him. Billy is starting to wonder if this kid put a tracker on him.
It gets closer to the end of the day and Billy's frustration is on the brink of boiling over. He just wants to get back to his apartment and curl up next to Tawky. However, Damian is still following him.
Billy: Don't you have a family and home you should be getting back to. Damian: Tt' like your one to talk, we've been running around this whole city all day. And by the looks of it, I don't think you've got a home to get to either.** Billy: *face becoming all screwed up and red* Bet your parents are relieved you're not home, finally some peace and quiet without an evil brat like you around. Damian: *fists beginning to clench at his sides and glaring angrily at Billy* I am willing to say the same about "your" tiger. He hasn't shown all day, seems like he's taking a much needed break away from you! Billy: Then why are you still here! If you think Tawky is avoiding me, then I should be the last person to bother! **Damian didn't mean to come off as rude, he was concerned just didn't know how to express it. And Billy spoke out of defensiveness.
The argument continues to escalate to the point both boys are grappling with each other on the ground. They are interrupted by something pulling Billy away from Damian. Tawky stands over Damian with Billy held in his mouth by the boy's red sweater.
Tawky licks both the boys faces and hands, healing the scratches and bruises that they had inflicted on one another. They sit there on the side walk, it's night and the street is mostly desolate besides a few cars that drive by every now and then. Tawky curls around the two of the, forcing them to sit against one another.
Finally Damian breaks the silence, apologizing for what he said and for following Billy around all day. Billy forgives him and apologizes as well for what he said.
Billy: *slightly turning his head towards Damian* I'm sorry for calling you 'an evil brat', I don't actually think that. Damian: *huffs and continues to look straight ahead at the road* Not like you know me enough to come to that conclusion. Billy: *turning his head more towards Damian now* You don't think your a bad person, do you? 'Cause your not. Damian: *his eyebrows pinch together as he glares at the floor* Of course not, I have more pride than that! *voice becomes slightly softer* It's just that you don't know me enough to believe otherwise. Billy: *leans back into Tawky more, now looking straight ahead as well* I know that Tawny doesn't behave like this with bad people. And I trust his instincts.
Damian doesn't saying anything after that and neither does Billy. They sit their for a while, relaxing against Tawky Tawny's warm, soft body. Eventually a fancy car stops in front of them. Instinctually, Billy grabs Damian's arm and goes to book it. Only to be stopped by Damian who tells him its alright. Hesitantly, Billy lets go of Damian and watch as the window lowers to reveal an old man in a suit and a much younger man wearing much more casual clothes.
Dick: *sticking half his body out the window, with a clearly concerned expression on his face* Dami! Oh my God! We've been looking all over for you bud! What are you doing here? *looks behind Damian and a little boy and giant tiger* . . . actually, never mind. I think I just answered my own question. Damian: *arms crossed and rolling his eyes* Cease your needless worry, I have everything under control. Dick: *eyes hopping from Damian, Billy, and Tawky very quickly* Look, Dami, I'm very happy that your making friends, but let's be more careful. *speaking in a quieter tone* This is cap's terf, and we need to respect that. Damian: Tt' Oh please, I didn't see the walking light bulb at all today. Billy frowns at that, Damian didn't see him because he was stopping Billy from doing his job. Billy's just lucky that nothing really happened, though he is sad he couldn't help his community out more. Billy: You probably didn't seem him cause you were too busy stalking me! Dick: *glares down at his little brother, Alfred can be heard huffing a laugh behind him* Damian! Damian: *face beginning to redden* I was not stalking you! I was looking for Tawny and you just happened to be my best lead! Dick: *groans with his head in his hands* Dami, please, this is not how you make friends. Damian: *face becoming even redder* He is not my friend! Billy: *pouting a bit* hey Alfred: *a small smile on his face* Well Master Damian, would your 'not-friend' like a ride home? Billy: No! Damian: Yes. Billy: *looking at Damian with a shocked face, then back at Alfred* No, it's alright, for real! I have Tawky to walk me home, so I'll be more than fine! Damian: He left. Billy: *turns to look behind him and is met with an empty sidewalk* Goddammit! *looks up to the sky and screams* TRAITOR!
Billy, reluctantly, let's them drop him off in front of Freddy's house. It's gonna take longer for him to walk to his apartment, but it should be able to fool them. As long as Damian doesn't say anything, which he's not willing to bet on.
Finally they drive off and Billy makes his way back to his apartment where he finds Tawky curled up on his mattress. Too tired to even be upset, Billy squishes himself against Tawky's belly and goes to sleep.
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mixingandmelting · 6 months ago
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Ok so there comes a time in every relationship where your partner annoys you and then you have to decide if staying with them is worth it cuz you love them more than the person’s flaws? Now for the batboys, what normal annoying things from their partner do you think would annoy them? And on the flip side, what do you think the bat boys would do to annoy their partner without meaning too? (Example: One of the things about Dick is that he has organised mess and he gets incredibly stressed out if someone moves his stuff around without telling him. It’s as basic as his shoes being cleaned and placed a couple of feet in the open from where they were for him without telling him, he feels like an asshole and apologises after once he cools down, but this actually upsets him in canon comics.) (for example for reader: it can be he has an annoying sneeze that goes through you when you sit next to him)?
His Pet Peeve vs His Bad Habit
A/N: Ended up making this somewhat a two-part post since let's be real, all of them would be guilty with crashing unannounced which i posted here😂
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Dick:
Pet peeve that you do: touching his stuff
Others have said he's terrible at putting things away, he simply calls it an organizational mess. It works for him so why should it matter to anyone else? 
Can’t handle anyone moving his things. Absolutely, genuinely, no matter who it is
Called and texted you multiple times before over this whether it’s his shoes being placed a few inches away where he usually places them, his cereal boxes in the wrong order compared to how he usually has them placed
“Where are my keys? What? Why would you place them in my desk’s drawer? They belong on the couch-”
There are reasons why he placed things the way they are. It’s not hard to not touch and leave them be
Vents out his frustration and irritation but never to the point of crossing the line since you only move things when you’re helping him out with cleaning his place out especially if he neglects doing some house chores ( laundry, dishes, making his bed, everything)
Bad habit that annoys you: naming things after his vigilante code name
He’s known to be witty and charming with his word play, most of the time being cute or funny. But when it comes to naming, in general, it’s a mess
The name he gave to his boat, motorcycle, car, and weapons are of the following: boat wing, wing cycle, nightbird, wing dings. Yes, this is all canon and it should be telling how great his naming senses are
You swore and even made a bet against his friends that he was the one to give the name Bitewing to the cute pitbull. You later called Tim and Babs to express your disappointment towards them, saying they knew better 
You tried not to shed a tear from how proud you were for Dick to name Bitewing with a reasonable and normal civilian name: Haley. It wasn’t Nugget or Gray - it was an actual memorable and good name
Begged him to not have the plane he planned to have either “night” or “wing”. No Wing Plane, no Night Flight, please. Something normal. He never listens and goes it for it in the end
Jason:
Pet peeve that you do: Incorrect grammar and messes
He’s special because he has two: incorrect grammar usage and his place being messy
Unlike Dick who hates people touching his stuff in general, Jason’s more keeping his space clean
Seriously, anyone who breaks into his room should know how meticulous he is, where even his weapons are hanging on the walls in fancy oak wood frames with red velvet cushioning underneath for aesthetics
He’s gentle but looks like a cherry when he reminds you to make sure you’re not leaving your laundry on the ground or used napkins on the table - like there’s a dirty hamper and trash can for a reason and it’s not for decoration
Irritates him to no end when people misuse words and grammar where he’ll annoy the other person until the correct it including you
Yes he will do the cliche can vs may (“Can you? As in are you able to? Or may you as in you need permission”), use asterisks below your text with the correct word because if it annoys you think about how he feels when you make those errors
Bad habit that annoys you: Messy eater
With him being a fan of eating hand-held foods, favorite being hot dogs and ice cream, he frequently gets food stains on his clothes
Slouches on his chair or couch, ketchup slipping off and onto his shirt and munching without a care while you’re staring at the guy who’s also a clean freak regarding his private space
Lost track how many shirts he ruined, annoying you and himself 
Though sometimes it was appreciated when he’d get up and take off his shirt to wash out the fresh, new stain at the kitchen sink ;)
But most times you threaten to get him a bib or be those pretentious, stereotypical rich people where they stuff a corner of their napkin into their shirts while shaking the numerous shirts you had to wash in a single week
Tim:
Pet peeve that you do: not following directions
He already gets agitated and stressed when no one follows the plans he spent three weeks perfecting without sleep. What makes you think he won’t be the same when you don’t read the package inserts or the directions?
Most of the time everything goes smoothly when reading them. And do you know how much time it must’ve taken to write the instructions while considering all the people they’re selling their product to?
He does admit a some are BS and make no sense
Doesn’t express his annoyance and instead stays on the sidelines, slurping from his can of Monster and lets you do your own thing knowing you’re going to fail. Then once you do and get frustrated as to why nothing is working, he rubs it in how you should’ve read the instructions
“You sure that’s right? It says here you need to insert that part first.” “I know what I’m doing Tim, I’ve done it a thousand times.” Cue the Ikea frame falling. “Maybe you should’ve read the package insert.” “Shut up.” 
Bad habit that annoys you: Napping locations
Where he takes his naps is just as bad as his caffeine consumption and lack of sleep in general
When he’s tired, like really tired, he can sleep anywhere. In the classroom, in the conference room, on the floor of the living room
You found him sleeping on the kitchen table once. As in his whole body lying on the table. How and why neither of you know other than Tim remembering he wanted to rest his head on the table
You’ve begged him so many times to nap on the bed or couch out of concern he was going to get hurt
He still doesn’t listen so you started a collection of taking pictures of the oddest places he sleeps at and on, proceeding by sending them to the group chat. It does work but only for a while since he’ll end up falling asleep after not sleeping for another whole week
Duke:
Pet peeve that you do: common sense
When leaving the room, turn the lights off. When done washing your hands, turn the faucet off. In other words, common sense
He really doesn’t get how it’s so hard to do just that. It should be natural, automatic response
After becoming a full time vigilantes, the bigger things he scratches up as the per usual daily problems but it’s the little things that get to him
Found you reading in the dark once without having the lights on before. He went on about vision impairment after flicking the switch up. He wasn’t amused when you joked how he could’ve sat next to you so you’d get both a reading lamp and body-sized pillow
Don’t get him started with dishes and how they should’ve been washed after a meal not leaving them in the sink for who knows how long
Also cereal. He believes it’s cereal first then milk, reasoning you can control the amount and ratio of cereal to milk 
Bad habit that annoys you: biting pencils 
Does it whenever he’s thinking about something deeply but can’t solve the issue
Whether it’s working on a plan, trying to figure out a case, doing homework
Problem is pencil paint isn’t all that healthy or safe to consume. Also having a pencil have smell like one’s breath isn’t that appealing 
Doesn’t matter what part of the pencil though there seems to be actual indents near the eraser end which once made you asked if a pencil tastes good
You’ve gotten him mechanical pencils and eraser toppers. Somewhat worked only for him to go back using his usual wooden pencils and bite them again
Tries to stop after you went on how harmful biting pencils are, still finds himself doing it time-to-time
Damian:
Pet peeve you do: calling him short
Don’t ever bring it up. Don’t ever mention it. He. Is. Not. Short
Height is not everything when it comes to crime fighting. Skills, abilities, and strategy beats pure physical prowess
He’s not the shortest either. He’s still growing. Drake is only 5’7” at his current age while Todd was 4’6” when he was Robin. Being  5’4” is a perfectly, acceptable height
This also includes all synonyms and phrases. Tiny, small, fun sized. His personality coming from the fact shorter people are closer to hell- 
He fumes and bursts whenever it happens. Literally will get ready wage a battle of a lifetime 
Whenever you do it, he gives you hell by pranking you in every way until you wave the white flag and admit you’re wrong. Usually that never happens and the adults end up having to step in to get both of you two stop
Bad habit that annoys you: tongue clicking
Does it to express so many emotions, so it gets confusing as to why he clicked his tongue without the full context
It could be from annoyance, dissatisfaction, or disagreement. At least you know it’s used for a negative response
Not as bad when he does it because he got stumped since then you’re just smug and getting to gloat you were right while he scowls back
But when he does it to avoid answering you out right or when he refuses to agree- like come on, use your words not onomatopoeia
Ask him if he’s doing it because he’s sulking and it gets him to stop only for it happen again as it’s part of his habit
Cue another reason for a childish war between the two of you where one has to one-up the other
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bitternanami · 1 year ago
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something i think is really interesting about dungeon meshi is the cast's respective views on food as the story progresses. the way many adventurers get through the dungeon is to eat when they Must, but mostly rely on healing magic to keep going when they're tired or beaten down. death is something you can buy your way out of, here.
having these lower stakes when it comes to running yourself too hard has made a lot of people in this setting kind of devalue food and what it does for you.
im not all the way through the manga yet, but so far i really like how it goes about debunking that mindset.
long post under the cut, cw explicit discussion of disordered eating. textual depiction of unhealthy methods of dealing with it. please be cautious!
it seems like to most folks, food is either a decadent luxury, like when the governor offers mr tance a feast as a show of power and wealth, (although he is the only one who actually eats in that scene as he talks about his ambitions);
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[id: the governor and mr. tance talk politics and hierarchies, while the governor eats from a bowl. mr. tance's meal is not visible behind a speech bubble.
"so you believe the sorceror is an elf?" he asks.
"i can't say with absolute certainty," mr. tance replies, "but the spells are not ones dwarves and humans typically use." /end id]
like the painted-royal feasts laios tries to partake in that never actually nourish him...
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[id: laios, fresh out of the living painting feast, surprisedly holding his grumbling stomach /end id]
or, to the working class, it's pretty much exclusively fuel. i'm thinking about the scene where kabru's party, ostensibly intended to be our view into how adventuring Typically goes for most people, is shown preparing to go to the dungeon by like. walking up to someone and ordering 'a weeks' worth of rations.' purely functional.
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[id: kabru enters a store, and the merchant says "welcome!"
kabru says "i need a week's worth of rations for six, and two days' worth of water."
"sure thing." the merchant then reaches behind him and grabs a large cube-shaped package, wrapped in nondescript cloth and tied in place. it thumps onto the counter in front of them both. /end id]
when kabru hands mickbell his food for the trip, he complains about how heavy it is on his back. it's a necessary liability.
we also see chilchuck, in an early chapter where there isn't much food to go around, grumbling about how he used to be better at not noticing when he was hungry. he's frustrated that he's more attuned to his bodily needs, now that he's starting to fill them with regularity.
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[id: chilchuck, the only one awake, sits in his bedroll and glares at the timekeeping-candle burning down in front of him while he listens to his stomach growl. moving to find his canteen and fill himself with water instead, he thinks to himself, "my stomach has gotten weaker. i used to be able to go two days without food." /end id]
(like im not even gonna lie this is a big mood. the healing process is really really annoying)
even laios, early on, working out the logistics of going back for falin, considers his expenses and ultimately the thing he decides to save money on is their food supply. like, even the guy most invested in eating as an experience kind of just assumes he will Figure It Out. its what hes eating, not how hes eating it that matters to him at that point.
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[id: marcille looks down at the ingredients they've gathered, the walking mushroom and the scorpion in an unappetizing heap on the ground, and asks laios "so how exactly do we eat them?"
he responds "let's just cook them, like normal." /end id]
but its here that senshi introduces the idea of food as art and as healing. its exciting and its fascinating for laios, getting to taste the creatures hes been reading about and fighting, but i dont think it would ever really help him feel full if not for this.
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[id: three panels of laios tasting the scorpion hotpot, looking stunned, and then excitedly telling senshi "delicious!"
senshi matches his energy, asking "isn't it? isn't it?" /end id]
pictured: guy who had resigned himself to kind of just doing his best rediscovers the joy in something tasting really fucking good
what they did last time isnt going to work. falin is gone, and constantly anesthetizing their pain and healing through their weakness is no longer a realistic option for the party. in order to make it through they must all relearn how to eat well, one by one and as a group over and over again, because its either that or nothing.
one of my favorite depictions of this idea thus far is when marcille is seriously low on health and mana, and both of these problems are mitigated by taking care of herself, and trying to get iron and protein
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[id: marcille, looking sickly, wakes to laios saying, "marcille, marcille, can you sit up? we've got something nice for you."
she watches senshi grill pieces of kelpie liver on a low fire, while laios ties a bib around her neck. /end id]
and drinking a bunch of dead water spirits. she gets the idea, she's supposed to get in nutrients and it'll help her feel better, but in aiming for the quick, inefficient fix, namely chugging that shit down like she heard it was good to Stay Hydrated and decided that would be the thing that fixes her,
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[id: marcille throws back a cup of boiled undine-water, her face red. laios asks, "do you really need to drink it that fast?"
she gasps out "...the magical energy stored in nature spirits is actually quite hard to absorb. even if you drink a lot, the majority of it is excreted without being absorbed," and takes another drink. "that's why i need to drink as much as i can."
laios says weakly "you'll get water poisoning," but marcille only stops when senshi puts a hand on her shoulder and says,
"it's easier to absorb nutrients if ye digest them with food. that's a fundamental rule of nutrition."
marcille says, "senshi..." contemplative
and he holds out a bowl of tentuclus and a thumbs up. "let's get cooking!" /end id]
she doesn't immediately realize the answer is that she needs more than that. she's been working hard. she needs care, and she needs nourishment.
once she gets that, though, she makes her boiled water into a stew, and she works to make that stew as good as she can, and everyone can have some.
because in dungeon meshi, to feed yourself or allow yourself to be fed is treated as performing a kindness for yourself. food is what propels you, but there is also an art and a joy inherent to the process of making it; in the way you feel when you've had enough to eat.
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[id: senshi watches as chilchuck and marcille eat and excitedly hash out plans.
"i've got a good feeling about this! maybe it'll work out!" chilchuck says
marcille responds, "well it's easier to feel optimistic on a full stomach!"
senshi smiles, proud. /end id]
^^^ i want to put this image on my wall
when you're working through disordered eating habits, you really do have to keep learning this shit. (in my experience, learning about cooking is one of the best ways to do so.)
i'll have to see if my thesis holds up as i continue, but i think one of the reasons the portrayal here resonates with me so hard is that ryoko kui puts most of her characters at eye level with me on this. they're all working at it, too. the text and i are both commiserating, and encouraging each other, 'have some more, you'll feel better.'
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uzurakis · 1 year ago
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megumi getting jealous nsfw hcs?
NSFW. starting with his general nsfw headcanons and then we’ll get into it alr!
his favorite body parts of you are your thighs and neck + collarbone. likes to brush your ass, thighs, and waist. it frequently causes hickeys on your inner thighs, and sometimes on your hips
he has a low sex drive and not very experienced as well. doesn’t do quickies. he is only willing to please one person and is incredibly loyal to them, but once he has someone to please, he can handle it like a pro. swiftly learns the details; what are your preferences? what is it you don't like? how to perform a sexual act withchu? unquestionably a quick learner
definitely not someone who’s experimental. other words, pure plain vanilla. that’s the most you could get from him
i think he sees sex as some act of intimacy, another language to convey familiarity. he doesn’t get crazy over it, only a normal amount. a close-knit guy who merely wants to feel as close to you as possible, caressing your skin and drawing your gaze together like magnets. kissing each other passionately on the other parts of your body, face to face
this goes without saying, missionary is the way! ALL THE WAAAY!
giving or receiving? i don’t think he’s good at eating you out. though, if we’re talking about FINGERPLAY.. sign him up, i’m sooo serious
praises, praises, praises!
heavy groans and deep grunts. he’s the silent type, not too vocal. swears to himself and hisses into the air
now for your ask, you gotta believe me on this one.. he’s into hatefucking (trust me please). on the days he’s frustrated and shit, one of them being jealous ‘cause of you, be prepared to have a different typa sex with this guy. he’ll go ROUGH and will fuck your guts until you could not even walk for shit
will slap your face several times and his sadist switch just turns on. slaps and thrusts in faster every time. degrades the hell out of you too. he really has a switch from his usual demeanor
degrades, degrades, degrades. not degrading by using mean names, literally degrading you as a whole #JustBuiltLikeThat
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linddzz · 6 months ago
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Sat here and combed through all your jayvik analysis posts giggling and kicking my feet but PLEASE tell me more about the whole dom/sub thing, especially the whole “they have absolutely not discussed that this is the dynamic, it just happens and neither of them acknowledge it” because that is genuinely so interesting. Like I could already tell Viktor had hella ‘quiet calm collected dom’ vibes especially compared to jayce’s ‘excited protective puppy who would FOLD at being called a good boy’ energy…
But the whole bit on the bridge where Viktor smacks his hand away without even looking? And Jayce EARNS BACK TOUCHING PRIVELEGES? Fucking scrumptious please tell me more.
god i need to get to writing my fic bc I feel like "talk more about it" would be solved just by me dropping the link This ended up being TOO LONG so I split it between me going feral about that bridge scene and then me going feral at other moments of nonverbal communication that I use to feed my Dom/sub "oh you two are just LIKE THAT" interpretation. So. here's part one
That bridge scene tho...im so normal about it
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hhhggg god that bridge scene is one that I rotate in my brain so much because it is such a small moment that makes so much of their dynamic click. For me, specifically, it clicks the "submissive like a guard dog is submissive" dynamic, where Jayce is, on a surface level, the stronger and more forceful of the two while Viktor is the one actually holding the leash (until he's too tired to because he's dying, and I only half joke when I say that their issues at the end of season 1 are because Jayce is suddenly the equivalent of a dog holding it's own leash and getting stressed out about it.
Jayce's touching before the bridge come across as pretty overbearing honestly. He's holding his hand out to keep Viktor from speaking out...
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Heck, while the still screenshot doesn't show it too well, Jayce slings an arm around Viktor with enough force that it knocks Viktor off balance for a second and shoves him forward a little.
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Viktor got dragged to the hexgate when Jayce is looking into shipping discrepancies happening there, even though it obviously doesn't involve him and he does NOT want to be there.
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(In hindsight this is a hilarious bit of showing that it did not occur to either of them that there's no goddamn reason for Viktor to be here. This is council business, Jayce outright says "I'm a councilor now Viktor" which does not answer why tf Viktor needs to be there. these twits just handle all problems as a unit lmao. The tragic flip is that this is could then be a breaking moment when Viktor goes back to the lab, realizing that him and Jayce are not, in actuality, a single unit anymore. because Jayce got a second job that is not Lab With Viktor oh my god you codependent dweebs)
Up until that point it would be really easy to see Jayce as being presumptive and unintentionally overpowering Viktor in personality. Heck, it's what I thought the dynamic was as I was watching Season 1, though even as I thought that it seemed somehow...not quite correct.
And then the bridge scene.
Even before the hand-smack, there's a flip on the reading up to this point that Jayce has been accidentally bowling over Viktor by force of personality/physicality. Jayce comes in hot, upset, angrily standing over Viktor and chewing him out, and Viktor is just like "....and??"
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Viktor is calm if baffled and annoyed at Jayce's frustration (also; Viktor just rolling his eyes and shaking his head at the actual riot happening a few yards away? hilarious. i love him.) His almost nonchalantly confused tone when he asks "what difference does that make?" always gets me. the entire back and forth says, to me anyway, that Jayce may be more brash and socially competent, but he's not overpowering Viktor at all, actually.
Viktor is going to do whatever the fuck Viktor wants.
This is immediately made clear by the much beloved hand smack. Viktor doesn't even look up, and his smack shows that he is perfectly capable of setting a hard boundary on Jayce's touching, and that Jayce will IMMEDIATELY fold and apologize when that boundary is set. That smack makes it suddenly clear that when Jayce goes for the shoulder touch right after apologizing, Viktor consciously allows it.
idk WHY but I also love this little tiniest moment when Jayce is going for the second touch. Viktor glances back as Jayce approaches him (looking like a cat with its ears pinned back lmao), then looks away as he accepts the second touch and they move on. It's such a tiny detail of showing Viktor, who is still pretty pissed at Jayce, seeing the touch as it comes in and then deciding to let it happen. im rotating them in my mind. please send help
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In my framing of them being a guard dog/handler dynamic, the bridge scene is us seeing a moment of the leash getting a sudden sharp tug to bring the guard dog to heel. It resets all the earlier instances as being ones that Viktor allows to happen, because he doesn't see a need to correct it.
fuck man this doesn't even get into the bridge scene as a major crack between them as the moment Viktor loses his trust that Jayce will understand his decision. i am unwell
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mrsdarkandyandere7 · 3 months ago
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Yandere AIB Boys - Restraining Order
▶ This is a yandere/dark work and it may contain triggering content so please READ THE WARNINGS before. Do not read if minor.
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Female reader
Summary: (Normal world AU) Filing a restraining order against him was supposed to solve your problems, but it only makes it worse. [Arisu, Karube, Niragi]
WARNINGS: Stalking; Manipulation; Violence. 
AN: Please, reblog and give me feedback 😊
Hope you like this @ccaarro (idea credit goes to her)
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Arisu
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“Please, just– just listen to me… All I want is to talk.” 
Your face heats up, exasperation and frustration building up inside you like a volcano. You’re tired from work and being ambushed by Arisu right after the restraining order only adds up to your annoyance.
The parking lot is practically empty, only a few cars left. You would be scared if you didn’t know that Arisu is physically incapable of hurting you. 
 You fish inside the purse, searching for your keys with the shiny moonlight as the only source of light and Arisu stares at you with big desperate eyes. His hair is all messy, clothes wrinkled.
He looks so miserable and distressed that you almost feel bad about him …
... almost. 
“This is all a big misunderstanding, please, you have to understand!” he tries, “I’m not a creep, I swear I’m not.”
You look back, glaring at him for a moment before diving your face back into your purse. Those damn keys. 
“Arisu, just… go home.” you say, finally getting a hold of your car keys. “And leave me alone.”
You turn towards him, a few more prepared words ready for him. A yelp escapes from your lips at the sudden collision against his body. 
“What-”
Arisu backs out immediately, hands in the air to placate you. 
“I… you’re not understanding me. Please, just let me explain, okay?” he rushes to say, before you can stop him. 
“I love you. I love you so much.” you glare at him, and Arisu gulps but doesn’t falter. “And I know that you don’t feel the same for me, but if you just give me one chance…. I’ll give you so much love, I’ll always keep you happy - no matter what."
"And please… I’ll do whatever I have to do to make you understand that.” 
Karube
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There’s a commotion rising near the entrance of your office, you can hear it from the street as you approach the building. That’s unusual. You strut forward, getting your company ID card, ready to clock in.  
“I’m not leaving without talking to her, damnit!” the shouting voice is awfully familiar, the sight of the bleached blonde hair even more so. Oh no!
You stare as the scene unfolds in front of you. Karube curses, hand rubbing his hair in a frustrated motion as the doorman doesn’t allow him to enter.
It feels like a slow motion scene when his eyes meet yours, his face lightening up with recognition. Your legs move too slow, only making it to the corner of the street before you’re caught. 
You yelp right before Karube grabs you, dragging you by the wrist to the nearest empty alley.
It happens too fast, your mind swirling with emotions and thoughts, your voice swallowed down by your helplessness. You’ve never been good at confrontation. 
“Have you lost your mind?!” Karube is on you the moment your back is against the cement wall. His hands grab your face, strong and determined, forcing you to look at him.
“Huh?! What were you thinking? A restraining order? From my own girlfriend? Fuck no.” 
“Karube, just… just calm down–”
“Why are you being so melodramatic, hein? We’re in love, we love each other.” he vehemently declares, and you shiver at the flurry of emotions that paint his face.
This isn’t the Karube you fell in love with.
No, this new Karube is someone that scares you to the core. Someone that tries to control you down to the smallest things, someone that despises your own freedom. 
“Listen, okay, just listen to me.” his hands dig deeper into the soft skin of your face, immobilizing you.
His breath rages on your face and the slight hint of whiskey makes you nauseous. “That restraining order… that damn thing doesn’t change anything for us. Okay?”
“I’m not letting that come between us. I’m not letting anything come between us.”
Niragi
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The banging on the bedroom door grows in volume. More insistent, more aggressive. You’re scared it won’t hold out for much longer and your heart races wildly at the thought. 
You should call the police. Call your parents. Call anyone that might help you. Except your phone is currently sitting in the kitchen while you’re barricaded in the small pantry of the apartment. Damn it. 
“Oi, open up the door.” a nasty punch is delivered on cue, the door shaking on its hinges. “Do you really want me to break it down? Cause I will, damnit.” 
Terror swells inside you, pushing on your chest like heavy stones. He’s angry - of course he’s angry.
Why wouldn’t he be after being delivered with a restraining order? 
A pathetic attempt at a threat. Practically an insult thrown his way. Now that you think about it, it was never a good idea. But fear makes you do stupid things. 
The banging increases in power, Niragi’s laughter filling your ears. 
“If you open this door, I’ll go nicer on you. Don’t you want that?” he yells. “Open this door and I might not break your entire face, doll. Just a punch or two as a punishment.”
You scrunch your face, hand curling on your chest as if to keep you grounded. 
You stare at the door, helpless. The lock shakes and rattles, growing weaker by the moment.  
There’s a moment of silence that marks the nail in the coffin, your heart thumping in your ears. The lock finally gives up, breaking apart as it reveals an euphoric Niragi.
He kicks the door to the side, with a victorious chuckle. 
“You look scared. Trembling like a leaf.” he remarks, cracking his head to the side. “Looks like that restraining order of yours didn’t work, huh.” 
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yrenesbrainrotss · 3 months ago
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Thank you for answering my question! 🥰
If it's ok, could I please request headcanons of yandere ENA (Dream BBQ) secretly thwarting female human reader's endeavours at getting back to her own dimension because, as a fellow anomaly, she wants reader to stay with her?
Thanks a lot! Have a happy Easter Sunday. 💚🕊
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A/N: Hiii tysm for your request and happy Easter to you too! I tried to make her as accurate as possible. I really hope it came out alright and that you enjoy it!
-not sure abt the word count but it is a bit lengthy.
• summary : after landing in a strange place ENA soon finds you a purpose by her side.
•reader pronouns: not specified but i wrote it with a female reader in mind.
•warnings: obsessive and manipulative behavior.
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~ pending business ~
ֶָ֢. 。𖦹°‧ You don’t even know how you got into this position honestly. Surrounded by weird creatures in a world where everything is upside down and any attempts at a normal day are erased. What you know is that you now have a friend! Kind of… she’s really weird but at least she made adapting to this weird amalgamation of shapes and things more bearable. Dizzy and disoriented you found yourself in a strange place,with strange creatures and with a person who’s name is ENA you suppose, since that’s how everyone calls her.”Hello fellow anomaly! Whatever may have crossed your mind when you chose to enter this strange realm?” she inquired.She was a pretty tall woman,her skin was split in two sides,with different personalities. One colored white, a side which expressed mostly anger and frustration and the other red which reminded you of a sketchy salesperson.Her black short hair framed her face just right and her attire consisted of some knee socks,striped suspenders and a matching green hat.
“You look like you’d make a great business partner! So what do you say… yes or… yes!”
Without even a moment to spare for any kind of introduction she just dragged you aside claiming you’re her new assistant. Without complaints you just kinda went along with it, it might be good to befriend her and find out just how you could escape this strange realm. You don’t know what your job is or what you’re supposed to do with the strange briefcase she gave you, you just know that wherever she goes you follow.
Eventually you assist her on different jobs that consist of running errands for her clients,catching some eyeball-shaped fish for a strange guy that could only speak in loud screams, escaping a shape-shifting maze,following ENA around and watching her try to sell coupons for 30% off of saddnes,attending weird events that were too much for your poor motion sickness to handle and learning how to grow a human board from scratch, the usual stuff,you know?
ENA’s attempt at flirting while on jobs are weird as hell. If what she says could even be considered flirting.Her salesperson side always makes weird remarks out of nowhere such as “could i interest you in a limited time offer on a strategic partnership? Or maybe a coupon for endless ENA dedicated affection?”. Your confusion is visible and sometimes due to her frustration her Meanie side startles you with threats like “IF YOU LOOK AT THIS CLIENT FOR MORE THAN 5 SECOND I WILL THROW YOU IN THAT BOTTOMLESS RIVER.” that she considers are only “declarations of love and sweetness for her favorite asisstant”
You considered all of ENA’s jobs to be really strange but you try to make the best of them. After completing a task you ask for some information about other dimensions and how you could get to your own “organic” one. The odd entities however give you distasteful looks,harsh replies and even say that you are tainting their world. With reluctance,they end up giving you some intel about what they know regarding dimension traveling but refuse to elaborate any further than they think it’s necessary.
Your endeavor at gathering information didn’t go unnoticed by ENA nonetheless. Her watchful eye is always tracking any move you make,any interaction you have with entities that aren’t her. She swears that she’ll get rid of those pesky creatures. You don’t really pay much attention to your past clients that have helped you gain some insight on escaping but you think they are giving you some odd looks.First,they narrow their eyes in your direction and then when ENA practically teleports to your side and grabs you by the waist too tight for your comfort, they avert their gaze and scurry in some other place. You think its a bit strange but ENA thinks that it’s good for them to learn their worth,saying they shouldn’t have been so nosy.
After another successful job you manage to get the coordinates to a���.Bathroom? The shadow-like thing said that you might find what you need there and handed you a small piece of paper with directions and passages. ENA asks why would you need directions to the Bathroom when she already knows the way? You insist that its a personal matter and after a few more attempts at her trying to convince you that these entities can’t be trusted she gives up and doesn’t pry anymore.
Later that night you hear shuffling and footsteps clicking across your bedroom floor. They stop at the nightstand where the figure crouches next to you. The cold claws of a carmine hand brush a few strands of hair off of your face, another hand,softer rests atop of your neck as if checking your pulse. You try not to move, then,a familiar voice, her voice,is heard throughout the silent room. “You fool..you really thought this cheap attempt at escaping would work?” “You don’t need to talk to those things anymore,you don’t need to talk to them at all! It would be a poor investment to waste such precious resources on them…”
In the morning,the paper once containing the only thing that might aid to your wish is scribbled over with what you hope is red ink, reading “DON’T WORRY, I’LL TAKE CARE OF IT :))”.
To stop you from snooping around ENA invents new job requests and insists that you help her with her new sales idea.”How about leaving that whole escapism thing aside for now and help me with this new errand i received!” You see what she’s trying to do and you don’t buy anything she says.Her creative mind is trying to come up with as many ideas and job listings as possible to keep you away from the people that regardless of her threats keep on offering intel. Eventually you have enough and confront her about it, she denies everything but her charming salesperson side can’t cover up the glitches in her voice.
Then she cracks. Her face becomes a dark green, broken like a porcelain vase,with odd blue and purple liquid oozing out of her eyes. She grabs your shoulders and pulls you into a hug falling down on her knees and dragging you with her. “Don’t leave..please..” “Without you im just..an overworked machine…a business woth no customers…” she gazes into your eyes,cupping your cheek with her sharp clawed hand “you and I are the same… two anomalies fated in this amalgamation of creatures, feeling and places…rejected by everyone but our own kind…”
You dont know if it is out of fear or pity but you embrace her head in your arms,letting her rest against your chest.She holds onto your shirt with a strong grip, afraid of letting you slip between her fingers.After some time she calms down and her normal cheeky self comes back.
You still want to leave but you refrain from making any attempts at leaving,scared that she will have another break down, which she might not recover from this time..
ֶָ֢. 。𖦹°‧ֶָ֢. 。𖦹°‧ֶָ֢. 。𖦹°‧ֶָ֢. 。𖦹°‧ֶָ֢. 。𖦹°‧ֶָ֢. 。𖦹°‧ֶָ֢. 。𖦹°‧ֶָ֢. 。𖦹°‧ֶָ֢. 。𖦹°‧ֶָ֢
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sweetbans29 · 11 months ago
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Child - PB
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Pairing: Paige Bueckers x Reader
Summary: HC of Paige as Mom (based on THIS request)
Warnings: none that I can think of :)
Word Count: 1.6k
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AN: If it is not obvious, it is set in the future. I am thinking mid-20s for her.
Paige would be both terrified and ecstatic when the two of you bring home your little one for the first time. I mean, the girl would be working around the house nonstop for the weeks leading up to your due date and made sure everything was safe for you and your little one.
"Paige?" You ask, sleep evident in your voice. When you woke up in the middle of the night to find that you were alone (and had to pee) you got up. After using the restroom, you began your search for your other half. You checked all the normal places she would usually be when she couldn't sleep but had no luck. "Baby?" You ask heading into the nursery to find Paige struggling with the crib. The second you lay eyes on her, you can see the frustration radiating off of her. Paige doesn't hear you waddle in and lets out a groan. She had been trying to figure out this one side of your daughters crib for about 45 minutes now. She jumps when she feels hands on her shoulders. "Baby, come back to bed," you say lightly. "Need to finish this," Paige puffs and you know it's not true. You begin to rub her shoulders. "Please," you say Paige keeps working on the crib. "Baby, come back to bed," you say no longer requesting but demanding. "Gotta finish," Paige says. You stand there for a second and look at Paige clearly making no progress. Normally this would bug you but being so tired, you really just want to her back in bed with you. "Why do you need to finish tonight?" You ask your wife. Paige's hands finally settle as her shoulders slump. She turns so she is facing you now, her head resting on your little girls bump. "Everything needs to be perfect for her," Paige whispers. Your hands come to rest on her head as you smooth her hair over. "It will be," you say. "But you know what won't be perfect? You, if you don't come back to bed with me." Paige kisses your bump then make a move to stand. It was her way of saying you are right without having to say a word. You kiss her lips softly as you grab her hand and lead her back to your shared bed. Once you are comfortable again with Paige next to you, you are finally content. "Everything will be perfect because she has you as her mom. You may not think it is perfect, but it will be because you are you," you say as sleep overtakes you again. Paige inches closer to you and you inch away. "Too hot," you mutter practically asleep. Paige lets out a little laugh because of course you would go to find her in the middle of the night and force her back to bed only to not cuddle her. But she couldn't be mad, she could never be mad at you.
Paige would never want to leave Mia's side. Paige was always more than willing to be the one to change Mia or grab her from her naps. The two of them had become the best of friends.
You and Paige are on the couch when Mia begins to cry. Paige immediately shoots up and goes over to Mia and picks her up. "Shhhhh," she says softly. "I got you baby, Mommy's got you." You watch as Paige consoles your 3-month old baby girl and you can't help but smile. Paige rocks Mia as she begins to settle. You don't know how Paige did it but Mia loves her. Paige has the ability to calm Mia down every time as she knows exactly what she wants. Paige comes to sit down next to you with Mia in her arms. Mia's eyes are wide open as she is just looking up at Paige. "She loves you so much," you say as you watch Mia watch Paige. Paige leans in to rub her nose to Mia's which causes Mia to blink and smile. "She loves me because she takes after her mom, who I happen to know loves me more than anyone else," Paige says and your smile widens. "I don't know about that," you say teasing your wife. Her head shoots up to look at you. "What?" She says offended that you didn't immediately say that she was the person you loved most. Your eyes never leave Mia and Paige knows. "Fine, I guess I am okay with sharing you with Mia," Paige says dramatically. It is now your turn to look at Paige. "Let's be real, if it came down to it we would both choose Mia," you say. Paige kisses Mia's head. "Mommy's right, you have all of our love, don't you?" Paige says to Mia. "And that is never going to change baby."
Once Mia a toddler, Paige already has a basketball in her hands. That only increases as Mia continues to grow. It is when Mia is three when Paige starts taking her onto the court during games.
"Mia!" Hailey says as she comes over and crouches down in front of the little girl. Mia waddles over to Hailey with a smile. Hailey has a basketball in her hands that she put down to see Mia - Mia being Paige's daughter ignores Hailey and goes for the basketball. "Well, I tried," Hailey says letting Mia carry the ball. Paige laughs. "That's my girl," Paige says as Mia brings Paige the basketball. Mia has a giant smile on her face as she throws the ball at Paige. It wasn't uncommon for for Paige and Mia to pass a basketball back and forth. It was actually a very common occurrence in your home and if anyone asked you, you wouldn't be able to tell them who loved it more, Paige or Mia. Paige bounces the ball back to Mia who catches it and starts to walk around. "She's already got some handle," Hailey says. "Of course she does, do you know who her mother is?" Paige says proudly. Hailey answers with your name. "Hey!" Paige says pushing her teammate. Hailey laughs and Paige picks Mia up. "You take after me don't you?" Paige asks Mia and Mia nods without really know whats going on. Mia points to the hoop and Paige knows exactly what that means. Paige sets Mia down and holds her hands out for Mia to pass her the ball. Mia throws the ball to Paige and she drains the three. Mia claps and walks back over to her asking to be picked up. Paige picks her up and walks over to you on the sideline. The second Mia sees you, she has her arms stretched out for you. As much as Mia loves Paige, she also loves you. "Hi baby girl," you say as you take Mia back from Paige. "Did you have fun with mommy?" Mia nods and yells 'yes'. "Did mommy have fun?" You ask Paige as Paige kisses the top of your head. "She always does," Paige says as her arm snakes around your waist. "Great game mommy," you say to Paige. "Ehh, could have been better," Paige says and you roll your eyes. Paige had a solid double-double and shot above her average. It was a good game for her. "Whatever you say," you say. "Mia, you want to come with Mommy to the pressor?" Paige asks, knowing she has no idea what that means but knows it will be with her. Mia nods and you pass your little one back to Paige. "She is all yours," you say and Paige leans over to give you a quick peck. "We will see you soon, wave bye to mommy," Paige says and Mia waves at you. You smile at your family and wave back.
As your daughter grows up, Paige makes it a point to always spend time with her especially with how crazy her schedule can be with playing in the W. It doesn't matter how tired Paige may be, when she has time at home, she is spending it with you and Mia. You don't know how she does it.
You look at the clock and see that you have been without Paige for quite some time. When Paige was home at night, she always insisted on doing Mia's bedtime routine. You get up and go look for your wife. You walk into Mia's room to find Mia sleeping in Paige's arms as she is in the same sleeping pose as Paige. You can't help but smile and snap a photo of the two before coming over and grabbing Mia out of Paige's arms. Paige stirs just as you have Mia completely out of her arms. "Mmm, what's happening?" Paige asks, voice thick with sleep. "Don't worry babe," you say as you put a sleeping Mia down carefully. Paige is now standing and rubbing her eyes. She reaches out her hand for you which you gladly take. Leading Paige to your bedroom, she plops on the bed and you crawl up next to her. Paige snakes her arm around your waist as her head finds your shoulder. You and Paige would always fight over who got to be the little spoon and she often won the battle. You rub her back as you feel her sigh. "How you doing momma?" You ask her. "Mmm tired,' she says. "You have been doing it all," you tell her. "Our superstar." "Just want to be Paige," she mutters as a giggle escapes your lips. You kiss her head and whisper an 'I love you'. Paige mutters it back to you as the two of you fall asleep the same way you did while in college.
AN: Paige as mom is something else - she would be the literal best mom. That is just my opinion - it is giving me Stewie mom vibes, let me now what you think. And as always, thank you for your love and support 💙
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cervvsq · 11 months ago
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rules.
18+ — MDNI.
part ii
president!coryo x firstlady!reader
summary: you disobey one of coryo’s rules, and the punishment goes too far.
WARNINGS: dead dove do not eat, rape, somnophilia, spanking, p in v, alcohol use, hair pulling, ANGST. any more lmk! please READ AT OWN RISK.
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coriolanus was an extremely ambitious man. he was calculated, authoritative, and knew exactly what he wanted and how to get it. no wonder he made such a powerful president.
so when you came along, he made sure you would fall right into his trap.
coriolanus would like to think he had trained you — trained you to be his perfect, obedient, little wife. a dazzling first lady which had the capitol admiring the two of you. over the past few months of being betrothed to coriolanus — not only had he learned and taught you who you were, how to be — but you had discovered things about him as well. maybe he wouldn’t see it just yet, maybe not ever, but you saw. You saw how he had adjusted to you. your needs. that gave you some sort of comfort as you obeyed all of his needs without complaint.
to any ‘normal person’, you would think, would be absolutely tortured at being ripped away from normal life, to live with an arrogant, narcissistic and (most likely) sadistic man. even if that man was the most handsome, wealthy man in the whole capitol.
so why did you find such pleasure in this involuntary marriage?
maybe it was the soft touches coriolanus would smooth over you whenever he touched you. no, it couldn’t be, because the calm yet threatening words which would leave his lips did not send any sense of comfort throughout you at all. it was always the same message, in different words. “never, ever try to leave me.” would be the warning. the demand. the threat of what would happen if you dared to was not something you would like to find out.
maybe it was the contrast to that. the harsh touches combined with the gentle words. when his fingers would leave deep marks in your hips as he roughly abused your cunt, not stopping even when tears were in your eyes. in fact, that only spurred him on faster to bring you to your climax. it would pain you, his thrusts, his grip, but the words leaving his lips made the raw fucking blissful. no matter what it was. “mm, that’s it. that’s my girl. such a perfect little slut for me, aren’t you?” he would say as another cruel spank would land on your pink ass. “oh, baby…” he would coo into your ear, almost patronising. in fact, it was patronising. getting treated like a child every single day but still being expected to live up to his pathetic rules. but all frustration would be seeped out of you by the end of the night.
whatever it was that lingered a growing fondness for whatever was between you — you didn’t want it to end.
it was so frustrating to admit at first, but there was no denying — even in his sick, twisted ways — coriolanus was a good husband. no wonder you had grown to like this life, you would tell yourself. coriolanus would constantly shower you with riches.
whether it was expensive, rare, or near impossible to get, coriolanus would command every one of his workers to search the entire planet if they have to, to get what you wanted. only on one condition, though: never leave him.
you learned this a couple weeks ago. and oh, how coriolanus made you remember.
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it was at the dinner just before the important gala, and wealthy husbands with their cheap wives were all sat surrounding the table in coriolanus’ manor. you recognised no one, but had taken quite a liking to the wife of felix ravenstill. a man coriolanus disliked heavily — but anyone would chop their left arm off to have some sort of connections with the president.
that was one strike, anyway — associating with someone who coriolanus did not give permission to. you knew this when you felt coriolanus’ hand tighten on your thigh when you smiled gracefully at felix.
the second was when you and felix’s wife began to converse. specifically about something coriolanus did not care for — vacations. to him, vacations were useless and a waste of stress. “why leave the place where you already have anything and everything you need?” he would say to you whenever you asked. but you knew the real reason was because the risk of losing you if you travelled anywhere else was higher.
mrs. ravenstill laughed heartily at a comment you made. “oh, you should join me! i’m going travelling out of panem soon, whilst my husband is dealing with work. it would be a delight to have you there, mrs snow.”
you didn’t catch the way coriolanus’ jaw clenched, the way his eyes were staring daggers into the woman’s unknowing face. the way he had stranded his conversation mid way as soon as he heard those words directed towards you. the audacity that woman had to try and take you from him. his knuckles were as white as his last name, and your response sent sizzling rage through him.
oblivious of your husbands bubbling anger, you simply nodded and smiled wider. “that would be wonderfu--“
“unfortunately, my wife and i have many plans over the next few weeks. my apologies.” snow cut in, speaking over you as if you weren’t there. no one batted an eye to this, and if they did, nobody on the planet would think to correct the president.
your heart dropped faster than you could process. you knew that tone. you knew that seething look in his eyes. you knew all too well of the painful grip on your thigh underneath the table. shit. fuckfuckfuck. how could you be this stupid? your expression fell cold as you dreaded what was going to happen once everyone left.
swallowing down the fear hollowing your entire body, you smiled, but this time it didn’t reach your eyes. not able to get your words out, you nodded, taking a shaky sip of your wine which lasted a little longer than usual.
after the slow, agonising hour left of the dinner, the time finally came. by then, you had already drank 3 glasses of wine, and saying you were tipsy was an understatement. you would most likely be in trouble for that too, but you didn’t care at this point.
as soon as the last person left the grand double doors, coriolanus grabbed you and pinned you against the wall so harshly your head slammed against it. you were internally thankful for that alcohol you had drank, otherwise you most likely would’ve already been shuddering in pain. but all you did was giggle as he glared down at you, your head leaning forward to rest against his chest drunkenly.
“lift your fucking head up when i speak to you.” he growled, his voice on an edge. it was clear he wasn’t playing these silly games.
you mumbled incoherently, which angered him further. without warning, he grabbed a fistful of your hair and ragged your head up to look at him, his jaw ticking with the way your pupils were dilated and the lazy smile on your parted lips. it was clear your drunken state found this all very amusing.
“fuck..” coriolanus cursed under his breath as he saw your behaviour. he was a smart man. he knew whatever he said or did to punish you for tonight, it wouldn’t mean anything. you would simply wake up with a sore body (and a red ass), not learnt anything. and even if seeing you bent over his knee, whimpers and mewls leaving your throat as his hand came down repeatedly onto you does get him off, the point was so you learn. so you learn not to make a fucking fool of the president as his dutiful wife. so you learn who exactly is in charge.
throwing you over his shoulder, earning another slurred giggle from you, he walked upstairs.
you don’t remember anything after that.
the last thing you remember of that night haunted you up until this day.
you remember waking up, head all hazy and body internally screaming with fight or flight response. confused, and barely able to form a thought, you opened your eyes.
you vividly remember coriolanus on top of you, his rough hand firmly pressing against your neck as he pounded into you relentlessly. he seemed to not have realised you had become conscious, because his head was still thrown back, groans and grunts escaping his throat. fear rattled through your squirming body. flashes of him on top of you came peering through your vision in between the black spots as you slowly felt yourself losing consciousness again. you couldn’t breathe. the closer he got to his climax, the tighter his hand was around your neck.
somehow, you managed to gather up all the remaining strength you had, sinking your teeth into his shoulder harshly. this must’ve caught him off guard, as the last thing you heard was his loud grunt of pain before you passed out again.
he had raped you.
hehadrapedyouhehadrapedyouhehadrapedyouhehadrapedyouhehadrapedyou.
that was an ongoing loop throughout your mind. a broken radio, incessant, timeless. you woke up to him cradling you in his arms, and you immediately felt sick. but you didn’t dare move — your body wouldn’t allow you to. and thats when you realised something — something so scarce, so outlandish, it had you doing the same.
coriolanus snow was crying. the president of panem, the man who had killed dozens of people and millions more to come, was crying.
his usual stone cold demeanour had vanished, now replaced with quiet sobs that racked through his body. the constant, “‘m sorry, i’m so fucking sorry,” ’s that he whispered into your hair. you didn’t say anything. you didn’t move. you didn’t even dare to breathe. this was all so excruciating and unusual, your own cries began coming out and joining his as one.
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neither of you mentioned it once.
but you could tell he knew. he knew what he had done, and he knew you knew. and worst of all, the toll it was taking on you was agonising.
a flinch would rack through you whenever his hand brushed over your neck, and God forbid what was going to happen when you two have sex again. neither of you had touched each other sexually since then, only small, gentle kisses and delicate touches.
you hadn’t conversed that you didn’t want him to go back to his old ways — the punishments, the bdsm. but he knew. you both knew.
you could see the effect it was having on coriolanus, too. ever since then, he had been treating you like you were a fragile glass doll, ready to shatter any second.
he spent way more time at work now, yet still made sure your needs were satisfied every 30 minutes. he never once raised his voice or displayed any anger towards you if you accidentally broke one of his precious rules — well, if he was angry, he definitely didn’t show it. but you noticed every little thing. you noticed the eyebags slowly growing underneath his eyes even though he would come to bed the same time as you every night. you noticed when he would come down for dinner with red eyes and ruffled hair. you noticed how, behind his eyes, he was scared every time he touched you.
you noticed how he had bought a whole new bed because he couldn’t bear the thought of what he did to you on the old one.
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t3am-r0adk1ll · 3 months ago
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hi. can have nsfw alphabet with brian thomas please. i beg you.🙏 (sorry, im writing through a translator.)
Note: this took me SO LONG. i am sorry. but i'm trying to be back trust trust ily anons <33
NSFW Alphabet with Brian!
A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex) Brian is a little mean in bed, he likes to overstimulate you until you’re crying and shaking, so he’ll make sure to take proper care of you afterwards! if you want a bath or snacks, he’s on it.
Hoodie on the other hand won’t be as attentive, but will still hug you and play with your hair caringly while you fall asleep. And then he’ll leave, or if he doesn’t to do anything, he’ll stay and watch you sleep.
B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s) Both Brian and Hoodie love your eyes. How pretty they are, how you look at him, how tears fall from them because of the overstimulation he provides you.
Brian’s favorite part of his body is his hands. they’re nice hands, and he can feel you up and make you feel good with them. Hoodie doesn’t really have a favorite part of his body.
C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically) on your ass, stomach, or face. he’ll cum inside if you ask, but he’ll be a little hesitant to do so. he cums a normal amount of, it’s a bit thicker though.
D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs) sometimes when you’re on the phone with him and he’s very needy, he palms himself to your voice. you could be there talking about the most trivial, boring shit ever, and he’s over there handling his boner while listening to your voice.
E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?) he wasn’t a player back in high school, but we can all see how handsome he is, so he definitely has had a few lays. idk about relationships though, he doesn’t seem interested in those. not until you came along, at least.
F = Favorite position (this goes without saying) doggy or leap frog. he just has this thing for cumming all over your ass, and those are positions in which he can do that.
G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.) maybe Brian can crack a joke or two about how sensitive you are or how good you taste, he’s a tease. Hoodie is usually silent, don’t expect much verbal communication from him at all.
H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.) he doesn’t grow much hair, but what he grows he keeps trimmed. not completely shaved, just trimmed.
I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect) sometimes Brian will feel more romantic and be super intimate with you!! Hoodie mostly has sex with you because he’s frustrated so he’ll be more rough though- sorry :[ (unless you like that-)
J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon) not often. before you, he doesn’t really need to do that on a regular basis, only when he happens to have an erection and has to get it done with. after you, he’d rather just fuck you instead.
K = Kink (one or more of their kinks) i think i might’ve seen this hc somewhere but I absolutely think that Brian would love to see you in lingerie. if it’s lacy you’re driving him insane.
Hoodie has a corruption kink, he’ll want to see you start taking in his bad habits like smoking or doing drugs now and then.
L = Location (favorite places to do the do) Brian loves to make it very romantic, so he’ll want to do it in private places like your bedroom or the bathtub.
Hoodie prefers free access: whenever he wants it, wherever he wants it. If he wants you right after coming back from a mission, you better be ready.
M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going) For Brian, to just see you doing normal stuff like reading or watching a movie while you’re wearing just a shirt of his and your underwear, that would make him pounce on you asap.
For Hoodie, it’s seeing you indulge in the bad habits he passed down to you. If he finds you smoking a cigarette on the porch, he’s dragging you inside the house immediately.
N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs) Brian wouldn’t hurt you any further than spanking, not even if you asked. Hoodie might be a little more rough, he wouldn’t go to the point of drawing blood though.
O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.) Both would rather give. Brian is pretty skilled, he makes you cum more than once in 10 minutes, and Hoodie would rather edge you for like half an hour before making you cum the hardest.
P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.) Brian will mostly want to be slow and sensual, unless he’s really pent up and really needs you, in which occasion he’ll be a little more rough. Hoodie is rough, but he loves controlling your orgasm, so he’ll make sure you last at least two hours before he lets you cum.
Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.) Both Brian and Hoodie are fine with quickies. If you really need it, no problem.
R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.) Hoodie will probably make you experiment stuff without you asking… and as for Brian he’s fine with doing new things to you, he’s a little hesitant about you doing anything to him. (as in for example I don’t think he’d let you peg him 🧍)
S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?) Oh, this man lasts at LEAST an hour and a half. With Hoodie, definitely expect more than one round.
T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?) Not toys per se, but things like ropes and handcuffs that Hoodie stole are things that you can incorporate in bed. oh, Hoodie would also use his gun as a prop.
U = Unfair (how much they like to tease) Brian is a bit of a tease, but he can’t hold back much with you. Hoodie, as I mentioned previously, would edge tf out of you. Edge you for hours.
V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.) Brian grunts and sighs enough for it to be pleasant. Hoodie is mostly dead silent unless he’s commanding you to do something.
W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character) If he’s got days-long missions, Hoodie’s taking a pair of your panties with him. Also, expect phone sex with Brian. And probably sexting with Hoodie.
X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes) Fairly muscular, not like BUILT but you can tell he has some muscles alright. BLOND HAPPY TRAIL 🤤🤤🤤 now about that dihh; not as girthy as Tim's but still has good girth, you can feel that thing alr, but it is on the longer side (a little under 7 inches)
Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?) Brian isn't super needy, he really just adjusts to how high yours is. Hoodie isn't going to fuck you every night, either, but when he wants it, he's not taking no for an answer.
Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards) Brian falls asleep a little after you, he likes to watch you fall asleep. Unless he's sleep deprived from missions, then he'll fall asleep almost immediately after you're done 😭
Hoodie will watch you sleep, unless he has somewhere to be, then he'll make sure you're asleep before leaving.
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st4rgirllv · 19 days ago
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Nothing Tastes Like You
Pairings: Tsukishima Kei x Kouhai!Reader | College AU Slow Burn cw: Post-spiral, pretending-he’s-not-obsessed (wrap it up), Repressed lust, bitter denial, spiraling obsession, senpai kink, post-breakdown angst, sexual frustration, jealousy, possessive regret, emotional damage,
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She touches him.
This girl—she’s cute. Normal. Laughs at his jokes. Touches his wrist when she talks. Asks about his major. Sits too close.
She doesn’t smell like you. That should be a good thing. He tells himself it is.
And yet when she moans his name against his jaw in the dark of his dorm, it sounds wrong.
Too soft. Too pure. No tension. No weight.
You used to say it like you were starving for him. “Senpai, please—Senpai I can’t take it—Senpai I’ll be good, I promise—”
He grips the girl’s waist harder. Forces the image of you out of his mind. You're not hers. She's not yours. She made her choice.
She wanted to control you. Wanted to possess you. So what if she spiraled? So what if she fell apart? That was her problem.
Right?
Right?
Then why the fuck can’t he get hard.
“It’s okay,” the girl says gently. She thinks he’s nervous.
Thinks he’s shy. She touches his face. Smiles. “We don’t have to rush it.”
He wants to scream. He wants to slam her into the mattress and hear her beg—but the sound won’t come. The ache won’t grow.
Because it’s not you.
He mumbles something about being tired. Fakes a yawn. Walks her out. She texts him when she gets home.
He doesn’t reply.
Instead he stares at his ceiling until 3:00AM, painfully hard with no one left to ruin him properly.
He tries again.
Different girl. Different dress. This one’s bold. Experienced. She straddles him fast, confident.
“You like it rough?” she purrs.
He won't answer. She bites his ear—nothing.
She starts to grind and all he can think of is your voice. your weight. The sound you make when he holds your throat just right. The look in
your eyes when you cry,
He flips her over. Tries harder but it’s not you. It’s not right. He barely finishes, with his eyes closed and his fists clenched.
Afterward, he feels nothing.
She tells him he’s distant. He says, “I told you not to expect anything.”
Last one. He doesn't even get that far. This girl isn’t you either. She’s sweet. Quiet. Blushes when he pulls her close but her lips don’t taste like honey-laced desperation.
Her hands don’t grab like they own him. She doesn’t beg. She doesn’t fight. She doesn’t snap. She just whispers, “Senpai, is this okay?”
“Don’t call me that.” he snaps at the poor girl.
She blinks. Hurt. “But—”
“I said don’t.” He leaves her standing in his hallway with her shoes half-off and her heart split open. The girl mumbles something incoherent but he doesn't even care anymore.
Goes back inside. Locks the door.
You blocked him after everything. He still thinks about how your eyes looked then. Wild. Rabid. Shining. How you kissed him like it was the last kiss you’d ever give.
How you meant it.
He thought that was the end.
He tried to move on.
But now—
He knows.
He can’t finish without thinking about you. He can’t fuck anyone else. He can’t feel anything if it’s not you screaming his name like a sin.
He lies back on his bed.
Breathless. Pathetic. Obsessed.
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yourlocallgothamite · 4 days ago
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Can’t Help Crushing (On You)
Jason Todd x Outlaw!Reader Series
Chapter 3: The Shoulder Incident™
TRIGGER WARNINGS: (in coming chapters) PLEASE READ BEFORE YOU PROCEED WITH THIS STORY: Graphic torture and abuse (physical and psychological) - Child abuse and child torture - Family separation and loss - Death of family members - Scientific experimentation on minors - Forced restraint and captivity - Electrocution and physical violence - Blood and bodily injury descriptions - Depictions of extreme suffering and helplessness - Food and water deprivation - Emotional and mental breakdown - Animalistic/inhumane treatment of humans - Mentions of non-consensual medical procedures
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Mission debriefs at the Outlaws’ safehouse were, without a doubt, some of the most excruciating torture imaginable—right up there with Roy’s terrible PowerPoint presentations and Kori’s endless hovering.
The table is cluttered with maps and crumpled chip bags.
Roy is once again armed with his glitter pens, attempting his fourth—or was it fifth?—failed rendition of a tactical route, the bright neon lines wobbling uncertainly across the paper. Every so often, he glances up, eyes sharp with defensive determination, as if daring anyone to point out that maybe following the wrong van for half the mission wasn’t exactly tactical brilliance.
Above the chaos, Kori floats serenely, her hair gently glowing as she flips through blueprints with meticulous focus. She seems utterly unbothered by the usual noise, a calm island in a sea of frantic plotting and frustrated muttering.
You slump into the chair next to Jason, utterly drained. Every muscle in your legs feels like jelly, your knees ache, and your brain is fuzzy from the relentless pace of the mission. You barely think beyond the desperate need to collapse.
Without any hesitation—because sometimes you don’t even realize you are doing it—you lean sideways and let your head fall gently onto Jason’s shoulder.
Time freezes.
Jason goes completely still.
Not subtle still. Not normal still.
Statue mode. Activated.
Roy stops mid-sentence.
Kori glances up, one perfect brow rising in slow, amused delight.
Jason stares straight ahead like if he moves, breathes, or even exists too loudly, you’ll vanish. His pulse is thundering in his ears. His left hand twitches involuntarily, like he’s considering reaching for his pen just to do something , anything, to keep from losing his mind.
He glares intensely at Roy and Kori, as if daring anyone to move and ruin the moment.
Roy, ever the showman, throws a sharp glare at Kori as if to say Do something before this gets worse.
You don’t seem to notice a thing. Your eyes are half-lidded, your cheek warm where it touches his arm. You sigh — content, comfortable, utterly unaware of the absolute hell you’ve just unleashed inside his skull.
All you can think about is how he smells like gunpowder and leather, and somehow, that makes you want to lean into him more.
Roy clears his throat. Loudly. Then again.
Then, with theatrical flair, he goes: “I’m logging this. Just so everyone knows. Slide 17 of my PowerPoint on ‘Things That Almost Killed Jason Todd… Again.’ Title: She Literally Leaned On Him Like He’s Furniture And He’s Probably Dying.”
Jason doesn’t even blink.
“She’s tired,” he says, voice strained like he’s physically holding his soul inside his body with sheer willpower.
You mumble sleepily, “You’re warm.”
Jason Todd has been critically hit.
He swallows hard. “It’s—it’s probably just the jacket.”
You’re resting on his bare arm.
Kori hums thoughtfully, eyes never leaving the file in her hands. “I have observed signs of a statistically significant increase in your internal body temperature since she made contact.”
Jason shoots her a glare so sharp it could cut glass. It’s not effective.
Roy props his chin on his fist, eyes gleaming with glee, like this is the best sitcom he has ever seen. “Man, this is so embarrassing for you,” he tells Jason cheerfully. “Do you want me to get the chalkboard out again? Or are we sticking to the spreadsheet this week?”
Jason says nothing. Because if he opens his mouth, he might scream.
You blink up at him, finally noticing everyone’s stares. “You okay, Jay?”
His voice cracks a little. “Yeah… Just. Cold.”
Everyone stares at him.
You stare at him.
You're literally leaning on his skin.
“I mean, you’re warm,” he says quickly. “So that’s good. That’s—fine. Normal. Helps.”
You raise an eyebrow.
He knows he is not making any sense.
Kori grins.
Roy loses his mind. “Oh my GOD.”
You roll your eyes and sit up, but not before brushing your hand gently across Jason’s back in apology.
He has to close his eyes for a second.
Just to reboot.
His mind? Pure chaos.
‘She touched me like it was nothing. Like I was safe. Like leaning on me didn’t burn her like it burns me. I’d bleed for her. She leans on me, and I almost forget how to breathe. Being near her… it hurts. And somehow, it heals too.’
Kori hands Jason a glass of water.
He drinks the whole thing without looking up, still stuck somewhere between heaven and absolute meltdown.
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delilahsturniolo · 3 months ago
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⟡ ݁₊ welcome to the end of the world! (please leave your sanity at the door.)
𝒊𝒏 𝒘𝒉𝒊𝒄𝒉 . . . four friends: nick, matt, chris, and you—find themselves stuck together at the end of the world, trying to survive a zombie apocalypse with nothing but their wits, a questionable supply of snacks, and zero emotional maturity. you’re just trying to stay alive without losing your mind—or falling for someone on the team.
𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔 . . . mentions/use of weapons, slight violence.
CHAPTER FOURTEEN: THE KEY TO FREEDOM
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they arrive just as the sun disappears, four of them, dressed in mismatched gear. not quite soldiers, not quite raiders. something in between. something worse. because they’re organized. you and the others lie flat on the tower floor, peering through the broken slats. the horde’s still at the base, moaning, reaching. the new arrivals don’t even flinch at the sight of them. “what are they doing?” lana whispers.
nick squints. “scouting. calculating. they’re not here by accident.”
“maybe they saw lana,” matt murmurs. “maybe they’ve been following her this whole time.” your stomach knots. you glance at matt. the line of his jaw. the way he keeps his body angled between you and the edge, like he’s already preparing to shield you from whatever’s coming. he catches you looking. his voice is low. careful. “if things go bad, i need you to run.”
“no.”
“don’t argue with me—”
“then don’t say something stupid,” you hiss. he exhales through his nose. frustrated. scared. not for himself…for you. “i’m not losing you,” he says, voice strained. “not now. not after everything.” you stare at him, heart pounding. “then stop, just trust me.” it’s quiet for a second, just your breathing, just his. then he mutters, “you’re impossible.” you lean closer. “you like that about me.” and for a moment…just a breath, it feels normal. it feels like there isn’t a whole hoard of zombies below you for just a moment. but reality always comes back. one of the men shouts. “up there! we see you!” silence. “come down. hands first. we’re not here to hurt you, unless you make us.” nick lets out a slow, shaky breath. “anyone buying that?”
“not even a little,” chris says. “also, side note, how are they so clean? seriously, who’s their apocalypse stylist?” matt looks to you. “they want something,” he says. “and we’ve got it.”
“what? lana?” you whisper, heart sinking. matt nods. she tenses at the mention. curls up smaller. “no way,” you say firmly. “we’re not handing her over.”
“wasn’t suggesting it,” matt replies, eyes still locked on the people below. “but we should know what kind of fight we’re in for.”
“so we make a choice,” matt says, looking at all of you. “do we hide? fight? run? or try to talk?”
“talking got people killed last time,” nick says bitterly. you meet matt’s eyes. “we hold. until we know more.” he nods. trusts you. doesn’t hesitate. the group below circles tighter.
and then…
they start killing the zombies. one by one. clean shots. organized. quick, making space beneath the tower. a clearing. and something about it is worse than anything else. because it means they’re not afraid, they’re ready. one of them cups his hands and shouts again. “we know you have the girl. she took something. we just want it back. give her up, and we walk away.”
“what did you take?” you ask her gently. her voice is barely there. “a key. from my dad. they killed him. they were looking for it…”
you blink. “a key to what?”
she just shakes her head. “they said it could get them into a place. a bunker. i didn’t believe them.”matt curses under his breath. “they’re hunting her. and if that key is real—”
“then they won’t let us walk away,” you finish.
the world slows.
matt takes your face in his hands. there’s blood on his fingers. dirt on his cheek. but his eyes…god, his eyes are the only thing that feels right anymore. “if this goes south,” he says, “i need you to know i meant every word. i love you. not just in this. not just because of this.” your breath stutters. you reach up and press your forehead to his. “i love you too,” you whisper. “even when you’re bossy.” he huffs a laugh. “especially then.” nick cocks his rifle. “okay. sappy moment over. we’ve got company.” the strangers form a loose semi-circle below. “you have ten seconds,” their leader shouts. “then we come up.” you look at your friends. this weird, broken little family.
nick, eyes sharp, always a comment loaded. chris, trembling but unshakable when it matters. matt, beside you, always beside you. and lana. silent. terrified. strong in ways you can’t begin to understand. you all nod at once. no one runs. no one breaks. and when the ten seconds are up…you stand together at the edge of the tower and stare down at the people below. “you want her?” you shout. “come and try.”
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March 2025 fic roundup
(Previous months here)
💒😷 half-sick of shadows by pookie_mulder (yours truly!)
Gotta shout out my first xf fic! I wrote it in my head when I couldn’t sleep, texted @skelavender about it, and got convinced to write it irl. (Thanks everyone for being so encouraging!)
If you like cancer arc angst, unconventional marriage, and shameless platonic flirting, give it a shot!
⛈️😴 Coming Back by Karen Rasch
This one is for the hurt/comfort fans! Scully needs some TLC dealing with the fallout of her abduction. Very sweet and heartwarming!
🦷💚 Petrichor by @aloysiavirgata
I’ve been reading a lot of casefics that deal with fairies recently. This one takes place post-Amir Fati and deals with a Mulder and Scully who spent a single night together and went back to ignoring their feelings (can anyone say RST to URT (unresolved romantic tension?). It’s flirty and adorable, and the case is super interesting!
🍸🥴 Good Vibrations by lysandra31
While taking care of a drunk Scully, Mulder discovers she has a… “collection” of her own. Seriously, this fic is as hot as it can get without being outright smut. What I wouldn’t give to be a fly on the wall the next day….
🪦💀 What We Do in the Trees by @wtfmulder
I love a good southern gothic vibe, and this fic definitely fits the bill! It takes place during the cancer arc, and the way the case makes Scully ponder how Mulder will mourn her is a wonderful gut punch.
🏜️🌵 Doorway to the Gods by @wtfmulder
Gah!! I don’t want to say too much about this fic — it’s best if you go in mostly blind. Suffice it to say it’s deliciously captivating, the writing is delectable, the smut will break your heart, and the character arcs it explores will make you want to lay on the floor and stare up at the ceiling. I want more of it!!!
🌲⛰️ Acadia by rivkat
You know what? @fine-nephrit wrote an excellent review of this fic that convinced me to read it. Just go read their post if you want to know what makes this one so amazing!
👦🏻🧥 Lacuna by @aloysiavirgata
Another casefic. This one is less about the case and more about Scully’s psyche. It delves deep into her desires for the future, her frustration with her situation, and conflicting feelings about Mulder. It’s wonderful and fascinating!
👨‍🌾🤰 A Thin Veneer by Analise
This post-colonization story is more of a casefic than anything else. Mulder and Scully are living in a small community of cabins in the middle of nowhere, just trying to survive. Mulder returns from a supply-gathering mission to a stranger at the camp and has to make sense of what he saw out in the world to keep his growing family safe.
It’s super fun to put the pieces together as more information is revealed! The stakes are high, the writing is compelling, and the OCs are interesting. Definitely recommend this one!
👽👯‍♂️ All the Mulders by Alloway
This short fic is undeniably weird (in a good way). It’s probably unlike any other fic you’ve ever read. It deals with one aspect of post-colonization life I’ve never considered and makes you ponder what makes a person a person. Anyway, give it a try!
🛋️🧠 Normal Conversations by Soronia
This is an author I just discovered who deserves way more attention in the fandom! Their writing style is so unique, and their fics had me giggling like a schoolgirl.
In this one, Mulder goes to Kersh-mandated therapy, acts like Josh Lyman in Noel, and absolutely ravishes Scully. In that order.
The dialogue is punchy, the psychoanalysis is brutal and cutting, and the smut is unbelievably hot. Please, do yourself a favor and read this fic asap!
⚾️🧢 Home Base by Soronia
The Unnatural is in my top 3 favorite episodes, so this was right up my alley! The flirting and banter and teasing are soooo well-done. Plus, M&S make good use of Mulder’s desk at the end, so there’s something for everyone.
💉🔥 Later by Soronia
After being exposed to a mysterious drug, our favorite agents suddenly can’t keep their hands to themselves. It’s hot, but also has such a great understanding of their relationship. I especially loved Scully’s POV; it was such a refreshing take on her feelings for Mulder. (Also, the final chapter is probably my favorite version of Skinner I’ve ever read! Somebody buy that poor man a drink.)
⏰📰 The Sin Eater by Jane Mortimer
This time-travel fic is short, but so interesting! Scully experiences missing time and must put together the pieces of what really happened. I don’t want to tell you any more than that — just go read it!
🪨🎨 Ever After by Jill Selby
This fic features time travel like you’ve never seen it before. Caught between two times and gravely injured, Scully must figure out what’s happening before it’s too late. It’s positively riveting, and every detail that’s revealed makes you yearn more for the full picture!
🛁💌 Clinical Detachment & Journey by Zuffy
(Clinical Detachment is the prequel — honestly, you can take it or leave it.)
In Journey, Scully must disappear to ensure her safety. I don’t want to tell you any more than that — it’s so fun to see the pieces come together and wrap your mind around the logistics of what happened.
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P. S. I’m always happy for recs! You guys know by now the type of stuff I love, so if you encounter anything you think I’d like, send it my way!
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soleilnewspaper · 1 year ago
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Ever since Potions class…
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Summary: In the wake of your feelings being revealed, Sirius and Remus are forced to face the aftermath. James grows increasingly frustrated with the two and decides to play matchmaker.
Pairing: poly!wolfstar x fem!reader
Warnings: Angst, mentions of self loathing and one’s inner demons, swearing, use of Y/N.
Word count: 3.6k
AN: Okay so I’m not sure if I entirely love how this turned out but here we go. If you do enjoy this, please do all the tumblr things, reblog, like and ect!! Feedback is always welcomed and appreciated.
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In the wake of your impulsive rush out of class left your classmates were left in a state of shock and amusement.
A few snickers from the group of girls situated near left wing right at the back was the Professor’s last straw. It goes without saying. Hormonal teenagers and love potions never pair well together.
“Could we perhaps return to the lesson?” Slughorn’s voice momentarily brought the classroom to a silent halt. “I highly doubt this will be on your potions exam.” He stated making sure to put extra emphasis on this in reference to the gossiping girls.
His voice fell to deaf ears as the class continued to grow louder.
“Bloody hell, do ye not have anythin’ better to do your lives?” A voice shouted from the back of the classroom causing everyone to focus on the blonde Gryffindor girl it had come from.
“Thank you for your effort, Miss McKinnon but I urge you to consider a calmer approach.”
If looks could kill, Slughorn would be done for with the way the girl was death glaring him. Yet, she had still managed to shut them all up.
Slughorn attempted to get back on topic, his patience wearing thin but he prevailed for his love for the subject outweighed it. A hand raise from Lily Evans was quick to send the man back into a warm smile as she answered the questions about the potion.
Not long afterwards the lesson fell back into place. Slughorn droning on and on about Amortentia. His words seamed to blur together for Remus. Despite his multiple attempts to focus his efforts proved unsuccessful.
The werewolf glanced down at his notes and came to the conclusion that none of it would be useful. Much of it was incoherent and jumbled together in a sea of words.
Thankfully he was not the only one struggling to understand what had transpired only moments ago. His honey brown eyes met sliver ones. Those belonging to his beloved boyfriend next to him. Who was receiving a very concerned look from one James Potter and two Peter Pettigrew.
James mouthed something to Sirius but for the life of him he couldn’t understand it. Growing more frustrated by the minute as he tried to speak to his best friend in hushed tones. Neither boy wanting to get detention, for the third time this month.
“Of for-“ The black haired boy was interrupted by the feeling of his boyfriend’s hand on his shoulder. A silent message was conveyed between the two; not here.
The class was excruciating long before the professor finally dismissed them. The walls of the dungeon seemed to feel longer than normal. That unmistakably English autumn breeze making its way through the cracks.
Students blurred together in a sea of red and green. Some rushing to their next class, others looking for a spot to spend their free period.
“Moons..” Sirius’s voice brought Remus back into reality. The elegant sound dripping with concern and undertones of confusion- no that wasn’t it - it was fear.
“Hmm, love?” Remus responded with tired eyes, and a smile which was far from being real. The werewolf wasn’t sure who he was trying to conceive, Sirius or himself.
Remus felt as Sirius hands slipped into his own. Far more gentle than usual. Public displays of affection were often very much not gentle when it came to Sirius Black. The protective nature of his presence was anything but subtle with his affections.
The two boys remained just like that for a few moments. Silent, in a crowded hallway but their eyes only remained on each other.
A chuckle escaped Remus’s lips which left Sirius frowning his brows in confusion. That confusion only intensified when his chuckle turned into a roar of laughter. Very much uncharacteristic of Remus John Lupin.
“Merlin, do you need Madam Prompery?” Sirius said with a mild grin starting to grow.
“Fuck-“ Remus put his free hand on his lover’s chest his expression betraying his serious tone. “Your cologne really is strong.”
“I hate you.”
“As if you could ever.” Remus warmth was spread into his smile. Sirius shaking his head before running a hand through his hair.
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James Potter hated how his friends claimed he ‘mothered’ them to much, but in all honesty they needed it. Not so secretly he loved it.
Most recently his patience was wearing dangerously thin. Due to two of his best friends.
It had been over a month since your incident in potions class. The school had long since moved on and it was old news by now.
A fact which James was not fully content with. He had told himself that this was just the process. Remus and Sirius were dealing with it on their own terms. No need to meddle. Simple as that.
However, day by day it becomes more difficult to not meddle. Surely, they should have some reaction by now. Well, a normal reaction.
Their reactions were not what he wanted to classify as normal. First, it started with Remus using sarcasm as a coping mechanism to brush it under the rug. Then Sirius added in the combination of avoidance and lashing out.
James loved his two friends dearly. Truly, he did but they were driving him into insanity. For James Potter had an ego the size of England but a heart of gold.
So when two of his best friends continued to avoid dealing with the fact that you had feelings for them, he was granted a little lean way. Especially, since he knows they both feel the same for you.
Years of feeling unloved has undoubtedly left a mark on Sirius. Where he refuses to disrupt the balance he has created with Remus in fear it’ll all come crashing down.
Remus, on the other hand, was full of self loathing and stubbornness. Meaning he would not be admitting anything either.
Which is exactly what lead James to break his own rule of no meddling.
Sirius had just began to remove his Qudditch gear when James dragged him by the ear. Causing the rest of the team to watch in confusion as the two boys walked out of sight.
Once they reached out of earshot from the rest of the team, James let go of Sirius ear. The black haired boy’s hand instantly went to touch his ear rubbing it. While his best friend stared at him through his glasses.
“Merlin, what the hell Prongs?” Sirius asked in attempt to understand the sudden change in his mood.
“You can’t keep avoiding it.”
“Avoiding what?” Sirius frowned his brows having absolutely no clue what James was on about.
“Pads, you cannot seriously be this blind.” James dumbfounded running his hands over his face.
“Mate you’ve lost me.”
“Oh for the love of Godric.” James removed his hands from his face and took a deep breath before stepping closer towards Sirius. Placing his palms on Sirius’s shoulders.
“You. Have. Feelings. For. Y/N.” James stated drawing out every word individually.
“You. Are. Actually. Mental.” Sirius replied in the same tone James had used on him.
“Pads, I see how you look at her. I’d been be blind not to.” James voice soften as he looked into the eyes of his best friend.
“I cannot stand her.”
“No, that’s just want you’ve been telling yourself to avoid your feelings. You did the same thing with Remus.” James concurred.
“I never hated Remus.” Sirius scoffed at James’s statement.
“You’re right, you never hated Remus but you did push him away when things got to real.”
Sirius and James stared at each other for a few minutes until Sirius broke. It felt like it would last an eternity.
“Fine, I do.” Sirius shrugged Jame’s hands off his shoulders. “It’s driving me fucking crazy, alright?”
“It is all I think about most days. Not matter what I do, how hard I try, I can’t get her out of my goddamn mind. “ His voice begins to raise with every word that leaves his mouth but he didn’t stop there.
“How fucking screwed am I-that- that I can’t stop thinking about some girl when I already have most wonderful guy to ever exist. Huh?”
“You don’t think I see that. You don’t think I carry that I feel like shit every day-“ Sirius breathing became heavier with every moment that passed practically hitching after every syllable.
“Hey, hey, hey, deep breathes Pads.” James steadied Sirius holding him in place with both hands on either side of his arms. Sirius nodded in response allowing himself to calm down.
“Did you forget she smelled Remus too?” James smiled making sure to remain eye contact with Sirius.
“Course not. I’d never forget someone else smelling my boyfriend in Amortentia.”
“Siri, she has feelings for both of you. You have feelings for both of them. Is it making sense yet?”
“But what about Remus?”
“Were you dropped as a child?”
Sirius hand flew to hit his best friend lightly across the head at his comment.
“Oi, don’t hate the messenger.” James smirked before ducking his head before Sirius could land another hit. “Remus wants what you want. The two of you are just to stubborn to see the other feels the same way.”
As almost if a lightbulb went off in his head, everything became clear to Sirius. Without another word, the dark haired boy sprinted towards the library leaving James alone behind the tents.
“Thank you James for opening my eyes.” James threw his arms up into the air while intimating his best friend’s voice.
“Sure no problem.” James made his way back to the Quidditch locker rooms, mumbling incoherently under his breath.
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The library was filled with the imperceptibly squeaking recognisable as the souls of Madam Pince’s shoes. The librarian’s breath felt down the hairs on the necks of students who dared touch her precious books. Outside the setting sun could be spotted in the distance. Its rays streaming through the glass windows.
A tall werewolf sat hunched over a wooden table brimming with books of all kinds. Pools of chocolate irises trained on the words displayed on the worn pages. Sandy brown waves framed his scarred face.
A gush of wind blew over the boy drawing him out of his reading. His head rose allowing his eyes to scan the room for what the cause of the wind was. A soft smile creeped up his cheeks when he spotted his beloved.
Nevertheless the smile was fleeting. Not lasting longer than a few trivial seconds before turning into a concerned frown. Sirius ‘s form darted towards Remus rapidly.
Beads of sweat dripped from his skin. A result of running directly after qudditch practice from the pitch to the library. Strands of black hair fell from his ponytail to lay around the ends of his jaw.
“Everything alright, love?” Remus asked gently. Not fully sure or ready for what would be awaiting him once Sirius decided to open his mouth.
Slowly he took a step towards Sirius, followed by a few more until he was inches away from him. Only then did he notice how his sliver eyes were glossy and red. The sight sent a shiver through Remus’s core causing chain reaction to occur.
His hands found their way to the contours of Sirius’s face. “What happened?” The hints of anger from protectiveness in Remus gentle voice told Sirius he truly had no idea what he was about to say.
“We have feelings for Y/N.” The use of we told Remus everything he needed to know. Remus pulled his brows together. Nodding his head to try to comprehend the thought.
“Okay, and we are both sure of this?” Remus conceded.
“What do we do, Rem?” Sirius breathed out, leaning into Remus’s touch. Using him as the pillar which supported him and kept him from falling apart.
“Honestly, er, communication is good, or so I’ve been told.” Remus fingers softly rubbing the sides of Sirius face in circular motions.
“Wait, hold up, when did we come to this conclusion?” Remus dropped his hands but didn’t make any move to leave Sirius’s side.
“Twenty minutes ago.”
“Right, er, well, I’m goin’ to need more than that, love.”
“Let’s just say James was involved.” Sirius explained blankly. Remus chuckled at that, imagining James in full ‘mom’ mode.
“Moons, you do feel the same, right?” Sirius interwoven his fingers with Remus’s letting his eyes fall onto them for a moment. His voice insecure now, betraying himself.
“You’re not the only one. I feel it too.” Remus hung his head low. Staring at his fingers interlocked with his boyfriend’s. “Ever since…”
“Ever since potions class.” Sirius finished his sentence for him.
“Siri, why did you not say anything before?” It was Remus’s turn to be concerned now.
“I thought you would hate me.”
“Sirius, what gave you that fucking idea?” Remus started to ready his speech he’d given his boyfriend countless times before, but then stopped, deciding this situation called for a different approach.
“You already forgave me for…well..everything..I couldn’t tell you I had feelings for someone else..” Sirius attempted to avoid Remus’s glaze, but of course he wasn’t having it. Remus used his index finger to lift Sirius’s chin to ensure he was looking at him.
“I thought I was betraying you in some way. By having feelings for someone who wasn’t you.” Remus confessed what had been lying heavily on his mind for a long time now.
“I didn’t even fully accept that I had feelings, until James forced it out of me.” Sirius let out a deep breath.
Remus closed the distance between them, wrapping his arms around Sirius who in return wrapped his own around Remus’s lanky waist.
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The darkness of Sirius family name haunted him in more ways than one. Vulnerability was not something he was taught. Therefore, Remus needed to tread carefully. For he knew the consequences Sirius’s darkness could cause. Remus understood that Sirius almost never dealt well with such situations.
Remus had his own demons, which differed from the ones Sirius battled. Self loafing was Remus’s chosen method of poison. Purely created by the treatment he had seen his kind receive. The same treatment which his parents, friends and lover had sworn to protect him from.
In spite of the fact that their darkness were far from the same. The two wizards had learned to navigate through each other’s absence’s of lights.
Yet in the wake of their newfound discovery they were facing uncharted territory. Your pure existence had thrown disrupted the balance between the two of them. Yet, neither one seamed to feel any resentment towards you for it. Instead the thought of your presence only brought warmth and comfort to them both. They had known you for years, not candidly. Rather in the form of sharing classes with you or passing you in the hallway. Additionally, there was the fact that you seamed quite close with Sirius’s younger brother. That they knew to be a fact.
They did know you, they had been picking up on things about you for months. Perhaps for Sirius he had been doing so since the moment his brother invited you to their home all those summers ago.
Neither one ever thought anything would come from it, which is why they denied any interest in you. Not that anyone had ever thought there was to begin with.
With heads hung low and fingers intertwined, Sirius and Remus entered their shared dorm.
James was in the midst of writing an essay for charms class. His reasoning for leaving said essay to the last minute was the pressure would advance his argument. Pranking first years with Sirius three days ago had nothing to do with it.
The sound of water coming from the faucet indicated that Peter had taken the chance to shower.
Sirius padded over to his empty bed and let himself fall back onto the red blanket. Laying flat on his back with his feet dangling off.
Remus began to untie his tie feeling a relief when he was able to undo his top button. Exchanging his robes for a sweater and comfortable loose fitting pants which hung low on his hips.
James peered through his glasses to see for any indication that his efforts had been successful.
“I take it you two talked?” James temporarily turned his attention away from his essay. He would pull an all nighter if it meant his friends were happy.
A nod from Remus and a grunt from Sirius were the only responses he received.
“We’re still deciding what our next steps are.” Remus sighed leaning against one of the pillars of his bed.
“Our lives are fucking screwed.” Sirius mumbled into his pillow.
“Okay, that’s a tad dramatic.” Remus moved to sit by the foot of Sirius bed. Moving his legs to lay them on his lap.
“Here’s a thought.” James began, making sure both boys were listening before continuing. “Talk to her.”
“Got any other ideas?” Sirius raised his head from the pillow to side glance James earning himself a disapproving head shake.
James lounged forward on the sheets of his bed to grab the nearest pillow which was sent flying to Sirius’s head.
“Oh Godric, OH GODRIC.” James sudden outburst caused Remus to raise an eyebrow.
“Must I do everything for you, then?” James stood up from his bed planting himself in the centre of the room with hands on his hips.
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It had never been your intention to come between a couple. Nor did you ever hope to be the cause of any issues in a relationship.
You had actively planned to get over your feelings for Sirius and Remus. Yet, they only grew more than you could have ever imagined.
In order to try move on you avoided Remus at every available opportunity. While you annoyed Sirius beyond expectation making him hate you. Which in turn made you somehow convince yourself you hated him.
Neither fact was true. You did not hate Sirius nor did he hate you. Both of you were just trying to ignore what you felt for each other.
Even so, your avoidance of Remus never proved successful. Your heart longed for him as much as it did for his boyfriend.
Thankfully, you had thought no one had noticed your growing infatuation with them. Then, potions class happened. Now everyone knew.
Avoidance had proved again to be your saving grace. You honestly do not know how you would have survived the week without it. Skipping classes might have been detrimental to your overall grade but it was a cost you were willing to take. For the time being, anyway.
The only problem was when you avoided them your friends grew increasingly suspicious of your intentions. Particularly Regulus, who had heard in passing about your ‘incident’.
You missed being able to stare at them in hallways when no one was looking. Or watch the way they laughed with their friends in the great hall.
Unknowingly to you, the boys had been trying to track you down all day. They could not go to your dorm because you resided in a different house to them. House members would undoubtedly become suspicious if word spread of the two attempting to find a way into your dormitory this morning.
Remus made the suggestion to entrust the guidance of your friends. Sirius opposed the idea as one of your friends including Regulus.
Luckily, fate had other plans for the three of you.
After a long day full of classes you could hardly wait to return to the tranquility only your dorm could offer.
The moment your eyes met the sliver and brown hues of your favourite boys. You gave up on tranquility entirely.
Every instinct streamed at you to run away. If it hadn’t been for Sirius, you would have listened to them.
“Y/N!” Sirius called out to you, as if you could ignore him now.
“Hello Sirius.” You offered some general decently, it was the least you could do, you thought. “And hi to you Remus.”
“Could we please talk?” Remus’s voice was timid, more so than you had ever heard before.
“Listen, I truly am sorry for what happened. Please know that I don’t expect anything from either one of you-“
“Stop, Y/N, could you let us speak please?” Remus’s voice warmed your ears more than you liked. That voice could fix anything you thought. You offered a small nod in response to his ask.
“Rem and I, we’ve-well…you see..fuck. God, why is this so hard, okay. I-we wanted you to know that..have feelings for you!” Sirius barely managed to get out his sentence before he blurted it out point blank.
“Excuse me?” Your eyes widened in complete and utter shock. This was not at all what you were expecting.
“Both of us. When you smelled us in the Amortentia, it got us thinking-and-well we realised that we both share feelings for you.” Remus explained more gently than Sirius, emphasising his syllables.
“What does this mean?” You chocked out.
Sirius and Remus exchanged looks sharing a message between themselves which left you feeling more despondent.
“We did some research, well, Remus did and I consulted James and Lily.” Sirius stated, choosing to use the word consulted instead of admit that Lily and James had been piecing it together for him for the last few days.
Remus waited for you to give any indication that you still felt comfortable before he continued for Sirius. A simple head nod from you gave him the reassurance he needed.
“Are you aware of the term polyamory?” Remus asked you gently, bringing his hands together before himself.
“I’ve heard of it, yes.” Your voice took on a different tone as you continued to feel confused by the boy’s actions.
“Well, we want to try it, with you, I mean.” Sirius breathed out.
“What he means is, if you’re open to it of course. We were wondering how you would feel being a third in our relationship.” Remus stepped towards you, leaving little to no distance between him and you.
Remus’ honey brown eyes shimmed with affection. Though you weren’t quite sure who it was meant for.
Sirius’ head cocked to the side ever so slightly resembling that of a lost puppy. Dark hair falling in disarray. Whilst Remus kept his focus on you. Resisting the urge to take your fingers into his own.
They both desperately awaited your response.
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