#//He won't mind setting his preferences aside for whatever reason so long as he has that much

[tokyo-debunkers-headcanons]

is it possible to request da vagastrom ghouls + jin and luca and their reactions when someone makes their s/o cry (preferably romantic if that’s okie) i would really love to see ur ideas on this!

Ooooh! I love this one! Thank you for sending in a request!

ALAN MIDO

Alan is VERY protective of his partner. It doesn't matter if they could kick his ass in a fight, he is protective. The second he catches wind of his MC crying for ANY reason, he drops his tools and goes RUNNING to them (like my mans is SPRINTING).

He first and foremost makes sure that MC is physically okay before getting to what happenedm He's not the best at comfort so he starts by using his size and reputation to get info from any witnesses.

It actually manages to work somehow and as soon as he gets his hands on the jackass who made them cry. Its straight to the pit to make an example of them.

When the two of them are alone at last. He does his best to try and comfort them, but like I said he's not the best with that stuff. So the best is an awkward hug, a listening ear, and him trying very hard to find and play a YouTube video to make them feel better....but very they have to help him with it.

SHOHEI HAIZONO "SHO"

He heard from Leo that MC was caught crying while he was cooking and for once, he quickly made sure that there was no chance of a fire, and stops in the middle of his cooking to go find MC.

Sho, on the other side of things, kicks ass before anything else. He's dragging the dumbass to the pit and kicks the shit out of him. Sho doesn't hold back like Alan does. It was an clear win from the get go, so the Sho betters in the pit were taking candy from babies.

After wiping the floor with the dipshit, he runs back to MC, gently taking their hands and lead them right back to the Vagastrom kitchen. He sets aside whatever he was cooking beforehand and asked what they wanted to eat.

He won't take no for an answer, and it doesn't matter if he doesn't have the ingredients. He will take them out on Bonnie to get their mind off of things. When he has everything he needs, he'll make whatever they want to eat.

If they want they want to, he'll even try his hand at baking. With their help of course, but he's more of a cook than a baker. Anything to help his MC feel better

LEO KUROSAGI

Oh HELL no! They're done. Absolutely destroyed. No not physically, Leo doesn't fight.

But word gets around quickly, especially on the social medias but Leo waits for MC to come to him. In the meantime, he finds as much dirt as possible on whoever the hell was there.

He's looking at security cams, wickchat posts, tiktoks, etc. It takes him at MOST half an hour to find who fucked up. And another half hour to find out some pretty juicy dirt on whoever it is.

He used an alt account to leak said juicy dirt by the time MC came to him. When they do, he lets MC cuddle up to him and doomscroll tiktok with him, filtering out anything about what happened and focusing on animal and funny tiktoks.

JIN KAMURAI

This is another who would wait for MC to come to him. But if they take too long he's sending either a text or Tohma to go bring them to him

He actually sends Tohma to get details on what happened as soon as he can. Tohma being Tohma, gets all the details that Jin needs.

Jin looks for things he can use to make that person's life a living hell. Assuming they're a student, he uses his connections to get them all the way down to probation.

And te thing about Jin is, his lasts. He makes an example of this person for MONTHS or at least as long as he can get away with it.

As for what he does with MC when they're crying. I think he takes them to his room and puts down the tough guy act for once. He'll give them a little forehead kiss and talks all nice and quiet with reassuring words, but just this once. (That a bald faced lie, he's just too stubborn to admit he's soft for his partner)

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Fluff Alphabet!

With the one and only Nai Saverem! These will be answered with the idea that you’re in a college au (following the plot + ideas I’ve set up for my college au Knives via drabbles + hcs)

Activities - What do they like to do with their s/ o? How do they spend their free time with them?

Nai is a very introverted person. I don’t think he’d really enjoy an extroverted partner- and your relationship started by quietly studying beside one another. (Hence, appealing to one of his love languages, quality time). He could sit in a room while you both do your own thing (aka, body doubling, because Knives is neurodivergent and so is reader)

So- basically anything with you. But preferably at home. Cozied up. He relishes in embracing you.. or possibly you embracing him. He’s very grateful to have you, so he’s not too picky on whatever you’re doing, as long as it’s not in an overstimulating environment.

Beauty - What do they admire about their s/o? What do they think is beautiful about them?

As cheesy as it sounds, your smile. The way you beam was practically (and to his annoyance) engraved into his mind. There’s also your intense yet focused eyes. When you’re studying intently you have certain ways you focus, and when you’re excited your stims are very endearing.

For him? He finds his markings beautiful. He’s very proud of his plant heritage and when you’re eager to know more, he’ll tell you whatever he can. It means a lot to him that you care to ask, many brush it aside or don’t bother. (Which it is the bare minimum, and he acknowledges that, but he is somewhat eager to interest you and inform you. Plant heritage is a special interest of his he enjoys, and a past hyperfixation. Nowadays he’s more focused on composing music.)

Comfort - How would they help their s/o when they feel down/have a panic attack etc.?

He knows the feeling all too well- and he’s comforted Vash many times as well. Depending on your preference, (which you would’ve discussed beforehand and he would’ve known because he’s prepared like that), it can go two different ways.

1. If you don’t want touch. He’s fine with that, that’s what he tends to lean towards since he’s normally very touch repulsed, especially when upset. He’ll speak to you, sitting in front of you in a firm voice, grounding you. “You’re here. Breathe. It’s ok.” He’s very good at this.

2. If you crave touch, he’ll give it to you. Holding you, cradling your head in the expanse of his chest and lulling you, (and as mentioned above), grounding you with his voice. He’s got a very assertive presence and he makes that clear when comforting you- you’re not alone.

Dreams - How do they picture their future with their s/o?

Knives has thought about the future- academics wise. Romance wasn’t really on his “list of things to think about,” as much as creating a stable life for himself and Vash if needed. He’s a young “adult” forced to grow up far too fast, and while he enjoys you, reveres you, cherishes you- he’s thought of other priorities. But, if he managed to sit down and think about it.. a future with you would be nice. He just doesn’t really know what that would look like yet.

Equal - Are they the dominant one in the relationship, or rather passive?

Knives is a very dominant and imposing person, and he mostly knows what he wants and needs. He'll voice his opinions to you and (most of the time) will be direct with what he wants. He enjoys having a sense of control, so while he will do his best to listen to you, you will have to take the reigns of communication and remind him this is a two way street.

Your input for things (such as where you both should get takeout, where you'll study, etc) is very reasonable, so he won't be disagreeing unless he has good rhyme or reason.

Fight - Would they be easy to forgive their s/o? How are they fighting?

When you do argue, like 90% of the time it’s because of him. You’re a good communicator in comparison to him, and while you’re patient with him sometimes things happen. Knives has a love hate relationship with his anger, because it’s what’s kept him alive, but it’s also what drives you away.

He’d plead for your forgiveness by leaving things at your door, such as snacks and food, letters and short texts wishing you well. Not that they sound tender, they’re abnormally stiff, just like the rest of his texts. You’ll have to initiate a meeting in person with him, he waits until you’re ready and he apologizes by silently murmuring, “I miss you” repeatedly into your hair as he holds you.

He’s sorry he’s like this.

Gratitude - How grateful are they in general? Are they aware of what their s/o is doing for them?

Knives is for the most part, aware. He never wants to take you for granted, even though he does sometimes. After your first fight, he makes an effort to acknowledge what you do for him more often by being more reactive, thanking you more in the small ways he shows his love.

Honesty - Do they have secrets they hide from their s/o? Or do they share everything?

He has his own past, and he’s had his own struggles, they’re not really secret, but he doesn’t talk about it much. They certainly do define how he sees the world, and how he understands certain things and experiences along with aspects of his life, but they don’t necessarily define him as a person.

He’s always kept more to himself, and while the situations he’s been through certainly made that more extreme, he’s his own person regardless of his experiences. He doesn’t hide it from you, but it will take him awhile to say much about it to you. He doesn’t consider it to be too important towards your relationship- if you open up about any experiences you’ve had he’s most certainly willing to listen though.

Inspiration - Did their s/o change them somehow, or the other way around? Like trying out new things or helped them overcome personal problems?

You’ve definitely helped him become more touchy. Not with anyone else really, just you. You’ve also aided him in conveying his feelings, and he’s most certainly not proficient but you praise him for his progress.

Jealousy - Do they get jealous easily? How do they deal with it?

Knives would hate to lose you- especially since you’re one of the few good things in his life besides his studies and Vash. He has very few people he prioritizes, but when he does, he loves with his whole heart and it terrifies him. If someone is going to take you away, he’s wary of them. He reminds himself that he can trust you- you reassure him on this every time you speak of your love for him, and if he communicates this or you pick up on it you’ll spoil him with extra affection.

But it takes him awhile to admit it, so how does he handle it? Shoving it into the recesses of his mind in hopes the problem won’t arise again. It’s been his response to such bothersome things for years now.

Kiss - Are they a good kisser? What was the first kiss like?

The first kiss? I have yet to write that.. good idea. But it was an awkward mash of lips that led to embarrassment and regret until you spoke of it, reassuring him you’d like to kiss again. Later down the line in your relationship, he enjoys teasing you with a light brush of his lips until you’re beckoning him in for more, because god is he so sweet.

Love Confession - How would they confess to their s/o?

Beautiful, true genuine words that have been on simmering in his mind for awhile, on the tip of the tongue awaiting until they boil over. Until he can’t take it anymore. You’re so wonderful, so elegant, so sweet, so soft, and he yearns and longs for you- how could you keep teasing him and being on his mind all the time? It’s so aggravating, he needs you.

Marriage - Do they want to get married? How do they propose? What would the marriage be like?

Referring to “Dreams” up above, he hasn’t put much thought into it. The idea of marrying you someday doesn’t rest on his mind until it somehow does, whether it be by Vash’s joking comments or cheeky notes from Wolfwood, or even if it’s you that mentions it. It would be nice to permanently be with you, in such a way.

But right now? He’s got too much going on.

I do think that if he ever does propose, it would be thoughtful and full of small mementos from your relationship subtlety placed. Knives is a romantic, a poetic person, and he wants something of utmost importance such as a proposal to be meaningful. Because he loves you, irrevocably and deeply.

Nicknames - What do they call their s/o?

Being a true romantic, whenever he does use nicknames it would be, “dear,” or, “my dear.” If he’s feeling in a teasing mood, he’d murmur: “my darling…” against your skin, brushing past your ear as he continues to walk past you. Hallways are convenient like that, are they not?

On Cloud Nine - What are they like when they are in love? Is it obvious for others? How do they express their feelings?

Denies. Deny. Deny. Deny. Deny.

Mutual pining is a phrase that perfectly describes your relationship with Knives, and as you enter a relationship with him down the line both of you realize:

“Wait that one time you- when you did that- it was because you liked me?”

“Yes, yes it was.” And the other sighs, an amused smile on their face.

Vash can tell, easily. Knives hides it pretty well at first, but he’s a total dork at heart. He’s so desperate for you- it’s so sweet.

PDA - Are they upfront about their relationship? Do they brag with their so in front of others? Or are they rather shy to kiss etc. when others are watching?

Knives won’t hide your relationship- but he won’t particularly brandish it either. He’s got a sense of class and while showing you off on occasion is rather gratifying, it’s not something he does often. He’s not a very touchy person, and most of the time in public he’s not in a very touchy mood considering he’s usually in a work/school mindset. But he has his moments.

Quirk - Some random ability they have that's beneficial in a relationship.

There are a few I wanna say-

1. He’s intimidating. When someone won’t take your, “no,” as an answer, and even when you say, “I have a boyfriend,” and they continue?

That’s a moment where Knives has a glare meant to kill, arm wrapping around your waist and pulling you to his toned chest. You get surprised every time, but enjoy it endlessly.

2. He’s a good cook. He had to cook for Vash- Vash was normally too tired, and depressed back in highschool, especially when they started living together due to the accident. He’s a very domestic person, and cooking is a way to show he cares.

Romance - How romantic are they? What would they do to make their s/o happy? Cliché or rather creative?

He’s very romantic. He’ll write letters when texts just don’t cover it, leaving them at your door. He memorized your classes, so he knows when you’re home and when you’re not. Thanks to @coffinbeananteiku , we know that Knives has troubles picking the color of a wax seal- he analyzes the colors, “red is too passionate”, “blue is too clean”, so he ends up deciding on black or white because they’re all the colors or the absence of color. He’s classic when it comes to romance, he’s truly a gentleman when he wants to be. Hangs up your coat for you, opens doors (of course he’ll make fun of you but that’s just the fun banter of it).

Support - Are they helping their s/o achieve their goals? Do they believe in them?

He will admonish you for your goals if they’re unattainable or unrealistic. He worries and nags, and he’d rather you hate him than you get hurt. He doesn’t want you overworking yourself into your grave- he knows the feeling all too well.

He does believe you can do what you set your mind to though, you’re very determined, and he admires your passion.

Thrill- Do they need to try out new things to spice up your relationship? Or do they prefer a certain routine?

Knives needs routine. It’s what he’s most comfortable with and without it, he ends up overstimulated, distressed, and overwhelmed. (Reference autistic Knives tag). If you want to try something new, you’ll have to introduce it to him and give him time to think about it and adjust to the idea.

Understanding- How well do they know their partner? Are they empathetic?

He has troubles with empathy. Sometimes- he most definitely understands what hardships you’re going through, and sometimes all he can do is listen. That’s what he does regardless.

He knows you very well- he’s very observant and truly notices small shifts in behavior about the ones he cares about.

Value- How important is the relationship to them? What is it worth compared to other things in their life?

As much as it’s a hard pill to swallow, Knives will not drop everything for you. He won’t leave school, he won’t leave Vash, and he won’t leave the opportunities he has where he is now. Does he love you?.. yes. It takes him awhile to admit it, but yes. But he wouldn’t move countries for you or anything.

He wouldn’t leave in the middle of class if you wanted to see him, he’s occupied. He’ll see you afterwards- as much as he misses you dearly he has priorities.

Wild Card- a random fluff headcanon.

He cuddles with you by draping your legs over his on the couch, practically holding you in a bridal carry laid against him as he kisses your neck. This is also convenient for when you’re both body doubling.

XOXO- Are they very affectionate? Do they love to kiss and cuddle?

In private? He loves to- on some days. He can get overwhelmed by touch sometimes and it truly fluctuates. If you’re the same way he definitely understands, you don’t need touch to love someone. You don’t need to talk to love someone.

When you do cuddle though, he reveres you. You’re absolutely divine, a beautiful sight he holds tenderly.

Yearning- How will they cope when missing their partner?

Your smell. I truly believe he has a heightened sense of smell (#autistic knives tag) and he has some clothes you borrowed from him that have your smell. It comforts him, as he wears his petal cloak that definitely doesn’t smell like you.

If he’s desperate, he’ll read through your texts. Not sending anything- he doesn’t really know what to say. Perhaps a, “When will you be back?”

But if you don’t mind him touching you, he’ll hold you close the minute you’re in private together.

Zeal- Are they willing to go through great lengths for the relationship? If so, how far?

Referring back to “Value”, he does have other things he values, but that doesn’t mean he doesn’t love you. He’d escort you wherever as long as it didn’t clash with his schedule, he’d give you snacks (because you don’t seem to take care of yourself well enough, ugh), and he’d do many more small things for you.

Since this is a college au, no, he wouldn’t kill for you, and no, he wouldn’t destroy the world for you. But he certainly will cherish you- and while he messes up sometimes he does truly try to make up for it. He feels he’s not enough for you- you’re so soft and tender and he’s rough and jagged, unable to understand. He would treat you well though, and he makes a genuine effort.

Nai Saverem is in love with you.

[purefandomonium]

Glitchy Red Headcanons for Connection

Thought I'd share some (mostly) spoiler-free headcanons for my Glitchy Red fic just for fun. With what I have posted so far these should all be pretty obvious, but there's a couple more things I want to hint at for the story. Some are just random tidbits that have no reason for existing other than just because.

In my mind, Red is something between a glitch, an AI, and a supernatural entity.

The longer a player interacts with the game, the stronger Red gets. He'd been left dormant for so long that when Leann found him, he hardly had any of his old abilities and was borderline an amnesiac. All he had at that point was his bitter hatred of players and the glitches. Her keeping the game on for so long has allowed him to become himself again.

The glitches he experienced broke him in every way imaginable. Hence the reason it takes him some time to snap into his real self.

Despite all his talk, he has no idea what he is or how he exists. He can't be bothered to care.

Theoretically he could be transferred into a PC or some other more powerful device, but due to the broken nature of his code and the fact he doesn't fully understand what proper programming is, it likely wouldn't end well for whatever he's put in. He's a stubborn bastard now so he'd be fine, but the computer would be bricked.

I feel like, just for shits and giggles, Red's "data" is this impossibly convoluted mess of code that is somehow much larger than it should be. He exists within the Pokémon Red cart, along with the entire game, and this mofo is like, 8GB of data by himself. Makes no sense. Something mind-bogglingly stupid like that.

There's more below the cut, and beware potential spoilers for stuff I haven't written.

Now for some fun ideas I have that I kind of want to do stuff with but I don't know if I'll include it in Connection or not.

Red is powerful enough to physically haunt a person. Only the person claiming ownership over the cartridge can see and hear him. Likewise, Red can only interact with them and no one else. He mostly uses this fact to stare intimidatingly from the corner of a dark room, a la sleep paralysis demon, or just watch them while they struggle to ignore his presence and go about their lives.

In the past he's gone far enough with this that he's tormented players to the point of people thinking they've gone insane. And they pretty much were by that point.

Red's other preferred ghost tactic is to swat things from their hands or wake them up in the middle of the night by prodding at them. Or screaming right in their face.

Unless the player passes the game along to some other poor sap, they'll be stuck with him indefinitely.

The game cannot be destroyed. It lets off major fuck-you energy to anyone who tries. Smash it to bits with a hammer? Lol. Set it on fire? Got any marshmallows? Throw it into a lake? Well, I'd almost say good job but did I forget to mention that the only other thing Red can interact with is his game? Whoops. Hope you don't mind him letting himself back in to give you an earful for throwing him away like that. And no, water can't damage it either.

This is of no deliberate choice from Red. He'd love to let the game be destroyed so he can stop existing in pure agony. The damn thing just won't die though, and subsequently, neither will he.

He doesn't really have anything against kids. Mind you, he doesn't like kids since he gained sapience, but he can tolerate them more than adults. At least children have the excuse of being naïve and clueless when they're breaking the game. Usually. He'll give them the benefit of the doubt. Adults who come back to witness the broken horror of the original game know full-well what they're doing and he can't stand it.

He won't do much to torment kids aside from his usual in-game antics. The adult players are the ones who get thrown out of bed at 3am or have their dreams haunted.

The developers were adults too so the hatred's also pretty obvious. He'd love to get his hands on them some day. He has a paranoid side that is whole-heartedly convinced they're out there looking for his cart, ready to erase him and be rid of the stain on their record.

It's been a while since someone last turned the game on. He seems to have a bit of reputation now.

Has zero concept of the internet but could probably figure it out.

He doesn't hate the new gens so much just because they replaced him. He loathes the fact that they are all genuinely better than he'll ever be. He and his game are broken, not good enough, and now that he has self-awareness he realizes he was never meant to be anything special. He was simply a stepping-stone, a learning curve meant to kickstart an idea. He was, isn't, and never will be anything more than that. His only legacy is how glitchy his game is.

He's very aware of the irony that the very thing that made him what he is, is the whole reason why he was deemed a failure by his creators. If you're smart, you won't bring it up.

I have more, but I think I should stop. I could talk about this little project of mine for hours. Or any project for that matter. If anyone would like to hear more of my deranged ramblings they're more than welcome to ask. 😅

[rodeo-boots]

hello my dear! i was hoping if i could request some charthur! in many fics i see arthur constantly being comforted by charles, but never the other way around... so many, you could write charles returning back to camp injured/tired, and arthur has to care for him for the night? 🥺 i would love to see some trans!charles as well, but i won't ask for too much... nsfw is welcome, and as always, feel free to let your wonderful brain work its magic with any other ideas you have <3

Thank you so much for your request hny, I hope I did your idea justice <3

Rating: Teen and Up

Words: 3122

Warnings: mild gore, angst

AO3

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Beaver Hollow was a shithole. The air was humid and dense, the mood at camp even lower than the temperatures could get during the nights. Arthur positively hated it, wished they had another choice but to take camp at such a spot. Breathing was getting harder for him by the day and some nights, he rode out only to take a deep breath of fresh air in the wide open meadows elsewhere.

He much preferred being anywhere but at camp, preferred to be far far away from Dutch and Micah, from those friends of his – whatever they might be called. These days, he couldn't even exchange a proper word with Javier or Bill anymore, met with stubborn phrases of loyalty whenever he dared to cross their paths.

The only reasonable people left were getting ready to pack up and leave, and Arthur wished they had done so earlier. He wished Molly had taken that chance while she still had it, wished that John and Abigail and Jack would be long gone by now. Not much longer, and he wouldn't be able to help them anymore, would succumb to the illness nesting within his chest and die the death that's always been destined for him.

He only saw one glimpse of hope and that was Charles, Charles who's loyalty had never solely belonged to Dutch but to a life of freedom. His only reason for being here was the younger man these days, the younger man who rightfully preferred to be anywhere but here himself. He had work on his hands, had assigned himself way too many tasks at once, trying to help out the Wapiti reservation while wanting to provide for the last folks at camp here.

Arthur wished he could help him, but just like Sadie, Charles treated him as though he was already standing in the grave.

Today, Arthur was solely here to catch up with Charles, like he was most of the time. He missed him, missed the times they had once spent together in a past that had been much better than what one might dream up now. All they could do was dream at this point, though Arthur's sleep was plagued by nightmares most of the time.

He had waited an entire day, had asked Sadie just before she could ride off to town. No one knew where Charles was, and by the time Micah saw him trail around camp like a lost puppy one time too many, he took it upon himself to finally give him an explanation.

"Your sweetheart's out huntin', got a little caught up it seems." The man grinned at him with his foul, yellow teeth, Arthur rewarding him with a grunt before he turned on his heel. If that was the case, and Charles had been out for days by now, something couldn't be right. The man was the best hunter they had, the best tracker left at camp. And no one seemed to care about the prospect of having lost him.

Arthur shook Micah off his tail, climbing into the saddle of his horse without missing a beat. Even though he wasn't as talented a tracker as Charles, the man had taught him a few tricks in the past, hopefully enough to come in handy now. He departed without looking back, spurring on his stallion with his heels firmly pressed into his flanks. Arthur snapped the reins, further on edge now than he had been all day. He had a bad feeling about all of this.

It took a while until he had picked up a trail of hooves, unsure if he even could identify them accordingly. His vision swam more regularly these days, his head feeling heavy as he peered down the side of his horse. He felt like he was getting sea-sick but he pushed on nonetheless, having only one goal in mind and that goal being Charles' safety.

All the time they had known each other, they had guarded one another's back better than their own. Arthur had no problem watching out for his friend, though Charles was way more than that to him.

They had ridden out together one too many times, had shared too many stories of the past and plans of the future to consider their relationship as professional and distant as it was meant to be. Often enough, they had kept each other warm at night, had shared their secrets and their doubts, and had listened to what the other had upon his heart.

Arthur's own now beat frantically in his chest. He hadn't noticed how tears had begun to cloud his vision the further he rode. It might be the wind stinging in his eyes, but the air was perfectly still. He brushed the back of his hand over his eyes, blinked, caught his breath and pushed onward. After all the time that had passed, he couldn't be sure how far Charles might've ridden, least of all with a fast horse like Taima beneath him.

He just hoped they were okay.

Day soon shifted into night, and without a trail to follow now that his eyes were no longer of use, Arthur decided to settle down. He didn't bother setting up his tent, didn't bother with much more than a small campfire to stay warm. His nose was running within the cold but he ignored that, too, staring down at his own two feet while his arms loosely hugged his knees to his chest.

A sound from aside tore him out of his thoughts, made his head snap up and his hand instinctively drop to his gun belt. "Who's there?" He asked, rasped more accurately, coughing against the scratchiness of his throat. Maybe he really shouldn't be out here, but it was much too late to turn back around.

He pushed himself up, his bicep quivering beneath his weight, the rustling within the bushes stopping, until a figure pushed through all the way. "Arthur?" He could identify Charles' voice well enough, would never be able to forget it, cursing under his breath as he stumbled to his legs to catch him. The man had to have found him with the last of his strength, had to have followed the smoke and the scent of the campfire until he'd eventually seen him.

Arthur couldn't tell what was wrong from one glance alone, pulling Charles closer to the campfire to examine him. It was dark by now, cold, the humidity making way for temperatures that were much too cruel for most humans to endure. But Arthur knew he was going to die anyways.

"Christ– what's happened t'you?" He muttered, not even daring to ask where Taima might be now. Charles' shirt was left in pieces, torn and bloodied, scratches and what appeared like bitemarks upon his skin. "A cougar?" Arthur asked, laying his friend's head down in his lap while peering down at him with concern in his eyes. The tears were back, but he didn't acknowledge them.

"Murfrees," Charles' voice came, little more than a gust of air, meeting Arthur's cheek as he spoke. The man tried to sit himself up, pushing at Arthur's upper arm to give him space. And while Arthur backed away enough to allow him to breathe, he didn't let him put any more strain on his wounds. He hadn't gotten much of a look at them until now. "What're you doing out here, Arthur? You shouldn't–"

Arthur softly shook his head, muffling a cough with the back of his hand. "Don't talk," he muttered, grabbing for the knife on his belt to help the other man out of his shirt. "S'this okay?" He asked quietly before bringing the blade to the hem of Charles' shirt, watching him swallow until he got a small nod in reply.

His lungs rattled when he exhaled, leaning further above his friend to cut through what was left of his shirt, his breath catching at the gruesome sight of his torso. "How bad's it hurt?" he murmured, catching onto the sweat upon Charles' forehead and the strain in his eyes. He knew he had to act fast if he wanted to help him, able to see that his wounds already had started to swell and shape bruises. When his friend only hummed, his eyelids fluttering in a way that made Arthur's chest constrict painfully, he reached for his satchel right away, pulling out the last bit of alcohol he carried.

Arthur didn't wish to do anything that might make his friend uncomfortable, but he couldn't exactly ignore the deep gashes on his chest, mumbling an apology while ripping fabric off his shirt and drenching it in alcohol. "Hold still," he advised, biting down on his lower lip as he started to clean up the wounds, applying minimal pressure and stopping every time Charles stirred beneath him.

He had never seen the other man in so much pain, had never seen him as vulnerable to begin with, cursing under his breath when he didn't find a set of bandages where he had thought they'd be. "Hang on–" Arthur got to his legs, cushioning Charles' head on his rolled-up bedroll before stumbling over to his horse, his vision clouded by black and white specks.

These days, he couldn't move as swiftly as he was used to anymore, grabbing the saddle for support and gritting his teeth, his free hand slipping into his saddlebag to blindly feel around for the bandages he hoped he carried. He returned to Charles' side right away, falling to his knees in front of him, not caring for the mud that smeared his shins and knees, hands shaking as he unraveled the bandages.

"You'll be alright– jus' hold on," he kept on muttering, even though Charles' eyes had long since fallen shut, his breaths much too shallow for him to see. "It's okay, please…" he wrapped the bandages around his torso, covering all the open gashes he could find, his muscles quivering when he lifted Charles' body ever so slightly. The man was deadweight in his arms, Arthur's lip trembling while his throat grew tighter, swallowing down a sob when he laid the other man down again.

Arthur took off his jacket, covering Charles as well as he could before taking his hands off of him entirely. "Charles? Charles… are you with me?" He couldn't stop himself from reaching out, cupping the man's cheek in his hand, his features peaceful, though that wouldn't calm Arthur just now. His skin looked much too pale, what he could see of it through the illumination of the campfire light at least, running his thumb over his chin as his eyes stayed on the other man.

"Don't you give up on me now," he whispered, his eyes glazing over further. "I– I need you, Charles." And while he knew that the other man was unable to hear him, Arthur couldn't stop talking, the panic within his chest spiking the longer he didn't get a response. "I promised you I'd get you out of here– that we'll run away, make a life for ourselves out West." His breath rattled, a sob leaving his chest after all. Arthur dropped his head to Charles' shoulder, his hands holding onto the man's upper arms.

He tried to calm his breathing, hot tears streaming down his cheeks to seep into the jacket he had covered the other man with. "You can do it– you have to," he mumbled, his voice barely audible through the tightness of his throat. "I still— I still haven't told you I love you." His shoulders shook, keeping his face buried within Charles' shoulder as he stayed hunched over, not caring for how hard it was to breathe like this.

*

The night had grown darker and colder around them, merely sounds of nature audible after Arthur had passed out from exhaustion. His hand held Charles' in a loose grasp, body curled up by the other man's side to offer him more warmth. The tears had left salty traces upon Arthur's cheeks, his lashes sticking together though he had no strength to open his eyes either way.

Maybe he'd die out here, with Charles by his side, wishing and praying the man hadn't passed away already. Arthur couldn't bear the thought that he might still be breathing while his friend wasn't, the worth of his own life much less than what Charles had amounted to by now. He had only ever wished for his friends and family to be safe, for his loved ones to escape this cruel and harsh life, but it seemed there was no escape. For even when Dutch wasn't involved, people got hurt.

Arthur didn't feel how the other man's fingers moved within his grasp, how Charles squeezed his hand tighter and stirred by his side. He was far gone by now, captured by a deep sleep he hasn't had any way to fight.

It only was with a tightening hold on his shoulder that he eventually woke, turning his head away as he rasped out one cough after another into the crook of his elbow. "Arthur." Charles' voice sounded faint, like it came from far away, even if the man laid right by his side. Arthur turned again, heaving his breaths as he rolled onto his back, his gaze meeting that of the man next to him.

He swallowed thickly, knowing that his eyes had to be reddened and puffy, not only from his illness but because of the crying he had done previously. "You look… horrible," Charles whispered, letting go of his shoulder to reach down and take his hand again. His fingers were clammy, but undeniably alive where they held onto Arthur's.

"I was always ugly," Arthur responded, wheezing out a laugh that turned into another cough before he knew it. He pushed himself up into a sitting position, relief encompassing his expression, though he knew that there was no reason to believe that the worst was overcome just now. "Let's get you home," he muttered, weakly whistling for his horse that had to be somewhere nearby. They had to leave this place, get Charles back to camp to try and stitch him up, hoping that they still had the supplies to do so.

Charles held onto him, not letting go even as Arthur tried to stand, softly shaking his head when he turned to look back down at him. "Leave me," he said. "I'll only be baggage to carry–"

But Arthur wouldn't hear that. "I ain't rode out here to abandon you," he grunted, gathering Charles in his arms as well as he could, his horse already waiting by their side. "We'll get you to camp, get you back on your feet and fix this." It was hard to maneuver Charles onto his horse, the man barely able to keep himself on his own two legs. He managed, anyhow, stubbornly bringing his own body into the saddle behind the man to make sure he wouldn't fall.

"We– we don't got supplies at camp. Don't make it hard on yourself, you can't… safe everyone." Charles' head lolled back against his chest, Arthur dearly trying not to listen to the words he had spoken in an attempt to stay composed.

"Then I'll bring you to the reservation, Rains Fall will—"

"I'm not gonna take anythin' away from them." Arthur snapped the reins, pushing his heels against the flanks of his horse to get the stallion going.

He stayed quiet, brows furrowed while he concentrated on the path ahead, leading his horse through the trees as fast as he could. "I'll get you to a doctor then… just hold on." Charles didn't raise his voice again, so Arthur focused on riding for now, unwilling to face the thought of leaving his friend anywhere to die.

*

They arrived in Annesburg before the sun had crept too high up in the sky, Arthur stopping a man on the streets to ask for directions to the nearest doctor's office. He had slung an arm around Charles' middle to try and keep him from falling off his horse, the man seemingly passed out once again.

Urgently, Arthur followed the directions he had been given, yelling for someone to come help him once he had found the building that had been pointed out to him. From there on out, everything happened much too fast. There were hands helping him off the horse, hands that pulled Charles from his grasp before he could do or say anything. He only saw how the other man was led away from him before he collapsed on the wooden porch to the building, waving people away that tried to pull him back to his feet.

*

Arthur woke in a bed with clean white sheets. The room was lit by sunlight, smelling of disinfectant and cleanliness. He stirred, his head pounding nastily when he tried to sit up upon the mattress. His first thoughts belonged to Charles, though he didn't need to search for long until he saw the other occupied bed within the room, grunting as he swung his legs over the edge to stand.

With uncertain steps, he made his way over to the other man, his clothes different from before, white and clean, feeling like nothing he had ever worn in his life. Arthur sat himself down on the chair by Charles' side, able to see that his clothes had been changed, too, the visible bandages around him clean.

He reached over, taking one of the hands the man had rested upon his stomach. His motion seemed enough to rouse him, Charles' eyes blinking open slowly, the dark orbs meeting Arthur's own soon enough.

"You okay?" Charles asked, his voice heavy from disuse.

Arthur stared down at him, shaking his head in disbelief before bringing the man's hand to his lips to kiss his knuckles. "You's the one who nearly died, and you're askin' me if I'm fine." The corners of Charles' mouth lifted ever so slightly, Arthur releasing a light sigh. It was a relieved sound, fueled by his belief that now everything would turn out to be okay.

"What you said to me before, in the forest. Did you mean that?"

Arthur had to think for a moment, not having expected Charles to have heard any of his words at the time, nor for him to remember now. He nodded, kissing the back of Charles' hand once again. "Every word," he whispered, not embarrassed on behalf of what had left his mouth in a moment of desperation.

"Good." Another brief smile passed over Charles' features. "Because I do, too. And I want to keep living." He disentangled his fingers from Arthur's, reaching up to gently grasp his jaw. "With you."

[katsukikitten]

Warning : 18 plus AU, adult themes, collage au

Part one Part two

"Mina, I really don't see why I have to wear this Bikini, I prefer a cutout  one piece." You say sipping your iced coffee as Mina packs her beach bag with sponges, rags, and tons of bottled water. You wait impatiently by the door of your shared, temporary dorm. 

"Becauuuusssse, I already told you! That Instagram post I made of all of us blew up, even with my large following. Remember how many people we brought in last time?"

"Yes, we made 45% more profit…" You bite at the inside of your lip as you think, adjusting your white t-shirt so it sat nicely above the black bikini bottoms. You weren't one to argue with numbers.

"Well now with the combined efforts with the shirtless boys we can actually use that allowance you got us for unlimited kegs." 

"No, Mina new windows and installation. They said the house was hot, which means winter will be brutal." You roll your eyes, "Unless you want to freeze this winter, personally I have no problem with freezing." 

She giggles at your joke, pulling you along as if you were the reason for being late instead of her. Mina spies Uraraka and Jiro waving them towards the two of you before she whispers softly to you.  

"Just, try to have fun today no matter what." 

You wondered if that was an omen, a jinx or if she already knew what lied ahead. Either way you would not being having too much fun. 

The four of you arrive just before the first customer's begin to line up and already you want to organize. Counting the heads until you see a certain ash blonde causing your normally cold blood to run hot. Too hot. 

"Mina?" Your voice dips low, as ice dances in the air around you, "What is he doing here?" 

"Who?" She plays dumb as the other two women greet the group of men. Harsh garnet cut to you as you steel your glare. 

"Oi, Icy Brat. What are you fucking doing here?" His voice grates your nerves and for a moment you see red. Thinking of freezing him and going about your day. Instead you choose to give him the cold shoulder, averting your gaze. 

"We're doing pairs for washing today. I'm glad you could make it" Kirishima beams, coming in for a hug, you take a step back offering him a polite smile. His smile doesn't lose an ounce of shine, it makes you respect him a bit more. 

"I'll handle the cash and direct cars then." You say pointing to the box, ready to grab the fanny pack and head to the street. Denki grabs onto you gently, releasing you as if you were hot to the touch.  

"No it has to be a boy girl ratio. I promise the outcome will be worth it, please!" This won't be the first or last time both Denki and Mina beg for your help. You look around at what must be their subconscious pairings. Jiro calls Denki over as the first car pulls up, Kirishima seems to wait patiently, his eyes lingering on bubble gum pink skin, while Sero is already guiding cars with Uraraka in tow. 

That leaves you and Bakugou who has his arms crossed, sneering at the customers. 

Your hope dwindles that today would be a good day.

Sero points to a blue car indicating that this was going to be yours to share with the hot head. Sighing you waltz over in your black wedge heels and begin your work. Bakugou looms over the wet car, sponge in hand. The two of you work in silence until the third car, a red coupe with a couple inside about to receive the show of their bi lives. 

They comment on the tension they feel between the two of you right away, they notice the glares and lack of communication. Even making small jokes about how funny it would be to see one of those cliche water fights between the two of you. 

"Icebrat, you're doing it fuckin wrong." Bakuogu barks, you ignore him, continuing to wash the car. Anger burns in his chest, never understanding why you acted so high and mighty. 

"Gonna give me the cold shoulder are ya?" He growls, eyeing the dirty water before a thought crosses his mind, "Love to see you ignore this."

His voice is sadistic before he throws the dirty water across the car onto your frame, suds and water cling to your white t, showcasing the black bikini top underneath. Your temper spikes enough that your shirt collects frost at the seams before you slowly remove it. Glaring at the hot head when you're done.  

"Fuck." The couple say aloud grabbing onto each other as they watch the scene unfold. Your powerful frame guiding you with a deadly clack of your heels. Your hands find the bucket of water Mina and Kirishima were using, your fingers tap the bucket and the water forms a film of ice at the top. Meanwhile Bakugou goes to "correct" whatever mistake you were making. The couple's eyes watch the unsuspecting Bakugou reach up their hood to clean a particular spot before water is dumped over his spiky blonde hair. 

You tap the back of his shirt making it stiff with frost, when he moves to face you it shatters away from his body. Revealing the sculpted plans of his abs and the scars of untold stories. 

If it weren't for all of that ice water Bakugou would have blown you sky high, he comes close to you. Huffing as his eyes become wild and wide. All you offer him is a deadly polite smile as you stare him in the face, unbothered and unphased by his towering presence. 

"What? I was only getting the spot you missed." When he says nothing you allow yourself to relish the silence, placing your hand on his shoulder capping it in obvious ice. 

"Are you giving me the cold shoulder now?" The question is nonchalant before you signal to Sero for another car as you walk to get more supplies. Sero whistles at a bristling Bakugou before leaning into the driver's side window to give directions. Before he can ask for a tip the driver is offering a twenty dollar bill while his eyes are flickering between yourself and Bakugou. 

"Mark us down as a regular." He sighs as his girlfriend does too.  Sero happily tucks the money into the fanny pack.

"Will do." 

Somehow the two of you manage quips and water pranks back and forth without killing each other. Making it through the long day but earning a high amount of tips. Mina clings to you as you count cash, sweat on her brow as the sun settles into an unbearable afternoon heat. 

"Uuugghhh how much longer mom?" She asks, sighing at your icy touch. You roll your eyes as you count the last stack. 

"Not too much hush." You place the money into the lock box, wondering how the hell the eight of you made so much money in just seven hours. 

"But I'm starving! Plus we still have to pick our rooms!" 

"You're that excited to move all of our items into what was a male dominated space?" You ask coolly as Jiro and Uraraka lean against the collapsible table. 

"I'm stoked." Jiro comments, her earjacks twirling themself as her eyes wander.

"It will be nice to be settled before the fall term." Uraraka sighs looking down at her phone, idly scrolling through her socials. The two women nod as the guys approach. You purposely ignore the hot head and allow your eyes to meet Denki's, although it takes him a few long seconds to meet your gaze. He was a little preoccupied with a black and white checkered bikini with matching Van's. 

"Earth to space cadet." Sero nudges his ribs subtly pointing to you as you gaze at him as a teacher would a student caught daydreaming. He clears his throat. 

"Well it seems your theory has paid off. We've made quite a bit of cash today." You lock the box before standing, reluctantly adding, "The pairing of female and male will be standard from here on out. Although we should only need a few more fundraising events depending on what the house needs. Which I trust won't be too much."

Three of the four boys shared a concerned look while the fourth knows how bitter your words were going to taste.

"We'll meet you at the house." 

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The four of you cannot deny the excitement you feel as yall walk up to the historical home. The upper balcony seems to wrap around the back but only partially in the front while the porch below stretches across the front of the home. The siding had been repainted and the banisters above and below are wrapped in what will be sparkling lights at night. A stately set of double doors catch your eye before they yawn open by the hands of Denki Kaminari who is trying not to visibly sweat. 

"Home sweet home!" Denki steps aside to let the four of you in with your belongings. Your eyes dissect the place as you press your tongue into your bottom lip, trying your best to keep your cool. This place needed a lot of what you deemed necessities. You notice the familiar dining room table as the foldable card table they had at the carwash surrounded by the cheap camping chairs you thought you had replaced. 

The only decent looking room was the living room and even then it was only thanks to you. The leather arm chairs were placed haphazardly around the new sectional you had delivered as it circled around the TV you demanded from the dean.

Denki watches your manicured nails rap against your skin as you think.  

"The window installation and insulation went smoothly?" 

"Yes." Sero answers as your eyes wander around the room landing on your mattress and platform bed frame resting against the wall in the nook by the study turned bedroom. 

"We didn't know where to put it since the bedrooms aren't sorted out for you lovely ladies just yet." Kirishima smiles but your mind isn't on why it is there. No, your mind is wondering why there is only one.

"Was I the only one to order my mattress?" You look towards your sorority who holds a guilty look before you glance at the three men who mirror the women. 

"Well I guess that is for the better. We can spend extra on them now anyway." 

"Are you sure? I thought the budget was tight." Denki asks, earning a rare boasting smile from you. You make your way into the kitchen and six ducklings follow. Your nail taps the stainless steel of a high end commercial fridge. 

"It was tight before but not after I got this." Smile remaining on your lips as you speak, "It was 3,000 off due to some cosmetic dents but I got it as a donation. An alumni donation." 

"Wow for free?!" Denki and Sero ask in unison, amazed by your skill. 

"For free boys." 

"Wow, Bakugou might love that fridge even more now. Every time he cooks he mentions how great it is." Kirishama laughs but a certain name causes you to freeze to the tiled floor. 

"Bakugou…" You turn to Mina with a deadly glare as ice crystals form in your hair, "As in Bakugou lives here?!" 

The silence echoes throughout the kitchen and all that can be heard is the hum of the fancy fridge. Just as you're about to snap, Denki intervenes. 

"Uh. Did you want to talk bedrooms?" 

"YES!" The girls yell pulling the boys back into the safety of the living room as you collect yourself for a moment. 

God you hated the effect his name had on you but even more so how stupid you felt. As if this was some half baked plan to leave out the important detail that the man you loathed most would be under the same roof. Finally after a few deep breaths the ice in your hair melts and you step into the living room with a level head. Reminding yourself that this house was going to be rent free. You would have a full sized kitchen and your own bedroom, this was a much better option than the dorms even if it meant Bakugou came with it. 

"There is one bedroom upstairs not claimed, the rest of us guys are up there too. Then that door next to the nook is the study, it's not huge but it has a lot of shelves and big enough to fit a queen. Um there are two bedrooms in the basement but it's not totally dark down there. Plus the second living room with the pong table is down there. What else?" Denki taps his finger to his lips, "Oh half bath is here. Full bathroom is upstairs and there is technically another full bath in the basement, it's just more 'open concept'." 

"Open concept?" Jiro asks, earjacks perking with curiosity. 

"He means no walls. Just a toilet and a shower head chilling next to the laundry sink and washer, dryer." Sero explains, again you tongue the inside of your bottom lip. 

"Girl huddle!" Mina shouts, pulling the three of you into a small circle, "I personally really would like one of the bedrooms in the basement. I'm loud and I wouldn't mind the late hours that come with the pong table. I am the QUEEN after all." 

"I want a bedroom in the basement too. You know my music gets super loud!" Jiro pipes in. Uraraka wants to say something but politely waits for you, instead you gesture for her to speak first. 

"I...I would be much more comfortable in the study. I don't mind it being small." Her brown eyes bore holes into the floorboards as you read between the lines. 

"I would be much more comfortable on a different level than all four men." Is what she means, you sigh internally, swearing this will be the last compromise you make for these women. 

"Then I'll take the room upstairs." You state before telling the boys the arrangements. You look at your watch to check the time. 

"If we leave now in the college van and trailer I borrowed we could get everyone else's mattresses tonight." You look around the room before asking, "So where is Bakugou anyway?" 

The three boys glance at one another, Kirishima speaks up. 

"He had a….previous obligation." He laughs, rubbing the back of his head. You narrow your eyes. 

"Let me call him. This is more important than whatever he is doing. It clearly isn't school related." You hold out your hand for the red head's phone, he pulls it from his pocket reluctantly. 

It rings before going to voicemail but that's never stopped you before. You call until he picks up screaming into the receiver. 

"WHAT THE FUCK I TOLD YOU NOT TO FUCKING CALL SHITTY HAIR!!!" 

"Enough with the dramatics, what could be more important than your other roommates deciding bedrooms in the house?" 

"Is that?!" A female voice screeches your name once she figured out who you are, "Listen here slut, I'm in the middle of getting my back broken and…" 

"Bakugou we are leaving in fifteen minutes. I advise that you get here on time. Otherwise we will leave without you." You interrupt the angry booty call. 

"And if I fucking don't, Icebrat?" You roll your eyes at the nickname as you sigh. 

"Then I'll spend your portion of the allowance on something else. Fifteen minutes." 

"OI!" Bakugou shouts before a woman's voice comes across the speaker.

"Stop ignoring me bitch and stop talking to my man!"

"Oh sweetheart your 'man' is only going to your place cause he sleeps on a crusty ass futon not because he actually likes you." Your voice is honeyed in venom before dipping low, "Bakugou be home or you forfeit the fucking funding for your bed."  

With that you hang up, passing Kirishima's phone back to him. Everyone shares a glance as they remember just how icy you can be, there was no threat in your voice. Only a promise to Bakugou. 

"Sero be a dear and help me take my mattress up." You ask lifting the box with the unbuilt frame with ease. Suddenly skittish Sero takes a moment to grab your mattress as Denki helps him bring it up the stairs but abandons Sero by the bathroom at the top of the stairs, forcing the tape hero to face this challenge alone. Sero only hopes the room neighboring yours is shut and he sighs with relief when it is. 

He helps you set the items into your room that is located in the front of the house.  You take in the view of the perfectly sized yet small bedroom. Two large sets of sliding doors that meet in the corner force you to place your bed against what you assume is the shared wall of one of your roommates. Sero swallows thickly as he realizes just why Denki abandoned him. He can see it in your eyes, the curiosity sparkling as you turn to face him, you're going to inquire about the room next door. 

Please Gods do not ask him. 

Don't fucking asking him please. 

"Who do I owe the pleasure?" You smile sweetly, praying it is Kirishima or Sero at the very least. Hell you'd even take Denki who sings loudly off key, as long as it wasn't Bakugou. You watch the raven hair man's face fall, his dark eyes avoiding yours as he answers and yet somehow you already knew. 

"Ba-Bakugou's" The room drops twenty degrees as the floor freezes beneath your feet, snow floating gently to the floor as Sero's breath puffs in the new found tundra. 

"SERO I NEED YOUR HELP MAN! JIRO'S DRUM SET AND AMPS ARE HEAVY!" Denki calls from downstairs, saving Sero's hide. The man rushes and catches himself from slipping before he practically jumps down the entire set of stairs. 

"How did she take it?" Mina whispers before following Sero's eyes to where your bedroom should be. Urakaka comes from the study with snowflakes dusting her hair and a shiver. 

"Well at least I'll never be hot in the summer." 

[c-grace]

Since there are loads of [unnecessary] opinions on how Aloy looks, which I, frankly have nothing to complain about. I still believe she is very beautiful and her looks makes sense, not to mention the original model is stunning.

So lemme just take some time to write out this scenario I thought of that I found very cute and emotional, idk 'bout everyone else but it did make me cry when I thought of it.

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POV: You and Aloy are both outsiders, but you were cast out from being a "defect", the both of you only got to know each other during the last few years before the proving.

A little something I wanna mention, this is sorta a Y/N fanfic but without the Y/N, so wherever you feel like you need to add your name in the dialogue, you can do that but I did it so that there would be no need for the name. I hope you enjoy~

T.W: Slight mention of death and injury.

Aloy × F.reader/G.N

Also this has song lyrics in here, if that's not to your taste, I'm sorry but I couldn't think of anything else

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"Oh! I found something!"

"What? What did you find?"

"Tada! Another audio file!"

I lifted the device and showed it to Aloy and waved it with satisfaction. "And here I thought you found something useful." Aloy grumbled.

"It's important to me, you know how I love to study the old ones' musical pieces, especially the singing, they all sound.....I don't even have words to describe them." I held tightly onto the device. Using Aloy's focus I scanned the device and played the audio, and without a doubt, it was a musical piece.

"You sure love music, huh?" Aloy smiled and eyed me for a moment, "Yes, all the pieces from the metal world have a certain, essence to them, it feels like it's calling out to me." But that joy was cut short once I remembered of the proving.

"But then, with the proving coming along, the matriarchs might not let me visit any ruins and I won't be able to study them anymore." I huffed and kicked a rock away.

"Who cares? I'll take you to see more of the ruins, they didn't care for us for so long. What is it to them that we see who the old ones really were?" Aloy never understood, nor took high regard to any of the tribal laws and I do agree with her but I have no one other than her to accompany me to explore all these new wonders.

I believe Aloy can do whatever it is that she wants, no one, not even the matriarchs will be able to stop her from going to where she wishes to go. I only have her and if she were to be cast out once again just because of me, I don't think I would like that all that much.

"Thank you Aloy, oh that reminds me, I learned this song, I want you to hear it."

"Can't wait to hear it then. I can't believe it's tomorrow, how are you taking to it?" She looked at me worried and I could get where it was coming from. I get anxious quite often, taking down a watcher, without any preparation, will make me sick to the stomach. "Yeah, I've given myself a 'pep-talk and I think it's working, I don't feel too worried about it now."

"Thats good, alright, I think it's time we leave, Rost said he needs to meet with me." She stretched her hand over to me and I held on firmly, it was calloused yet warm, I felt safe by her side.

The both of us went on our ways and I made it back to the little tent that I called my study and home, I have journaled all the music I have found and dated every one of them. So far, I have recorded 12, 5 of which were addressed to someone else, it was as though they had sung while they mourned for them, wishing they could be with them and the rest were of random order but interesting nonetheless.

I set the recordings aside and tried to make myself fall asleep, the proving was not too far from now. I didn't train my whole life for it but rather, I just wanted to belong somewhere. Aloy is.....different, to her, the tribe means nothing but a means to know more of the world, she said it herself, she wishes to know why she was cast out and never once thought of the tribe in good light.

I had no sense of conflict in me, unlike Aloy, I liked to keep to myself and I ran away at the sight of the tribe members because I was afraid. I was afraid of how they would treat me but that sense of fear became a threat to me.

I learnt how to live on my own, I knew why it was that I was an outcast. My parents didn't want me, said that I would often act strange and I never understood why, till one day the matriarchs marked me an outcast and left me on my own. It was a little over 3 or 4 years ago, where I met Aloy, we grew close.

I never told Aloy, why I was cast away, I didn't want her to be burdened. I kept to myself but this time, with these songs I wanna let her know, all these withheld emotions are making me feel like I could rot from the inside. I am in a way excited for the proving.

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"Aloy! Watch out!"

'I didn't think it would come to this, no, please, stop this.'

"Stay where you are, I'll come to you, alright?!" She shouted but the sound of blasts had muffled all the sound around me. The proving was going well, with Aloy and I being named braves but the celebration was cut short when all of a sudden, intruders had marched in and openly attacked everyone on sight.

"Kill all of them, don't let anyone of them come out alive!" The invaders sounded.

I frantically grabbed my arrows and shot at a few of them, two had missed and the rest 4 had all landed a hit, killing them on contact.

"We can't hold them!"

Aloy had been covering for all the braves and took a stand at holding them down, I decided to let myself all out and help Aloy and guided the remaining to the exit but not many made it.

"I'll hold them down, go! Make it to the slip-wire! Vala! You go too, I'll cover!" I directed all of them, Vala looked reluctant but went on ahead. "There's more of them!" I heard Bast shout and I whipped my head and shot my arrows, this time, all of them landed.

Vala and Bast had got caught between the shots, I watched their bodies hit the floor and a look of dread had washed over Aloy but I could feel the anger that brewed within. She shot them down, all of them.

But it wasn't long before a man had grabbed her by the neck, and something in me snapped, all I saw was that Aloy was in danger. My body moved on its own and I had grabbed my dagger and drove it into the man's side, he screamed but he lifted his arm and thrust it to my gut, sending me straight to the ground.

Before I had lost my senses, I caught a glance at Aloy who had laid on the ground, at least, no longer choked by that man.

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"A-Aloy! You're awake! You're awake...Aloy..." It hadn't been too long since the attack but my injuries are far from okay but at that moment, all that mattered to me now was Aloy. She awoke but her face was pale and her breath, uneasy.

"No, no, no......ugh, I—I have to get out of here..." She clutched on to the side of her head. "Aloy, I'll gather your armour and Focus, just wait here, I'll co—"

She grabbed onto my hand locked her fingers around mine, her hands were shivering. "Aloy?"

"You're alive, I...I thought I lost you..too...." She whimpered, I crouched down and held on to her hands softly, "You can't take me out that easy." Slowly caressing the side of her face, I smiled meekly.

"Rost...he saved me...but."

"He didn't make it Aloy. I don't know what happened either, you'll have to talk to Teersa."

"Where are we?" Her feeble voice asked, "We're inside the sacred mountain, I'm not sure why, I was nursed outside the mountain, they didn't say much when I asked if I could see you." She nodded and slouched down. I went on ahead and brought in her focus, there was another focus with it but I just handed them all to her without questions.

I quietly left the mountains and waited outside for Aloy. It took a while but she came out with Teersa.

The two walked to the rest of the matriarchs, they were talking amongst themselves and it was then I heard that Aloy had been bestowed the mark of a seeker, Lansra did not take to highly of this decision and made some unwanted remarks to Aloy.

I glared at her, hoping that it would do something but she huffed and grunted, walking on just fine.

The rain had poured on harder with time, it felt like it was meant to weep but was choking instead, an odd feeling but that was how I had felt.

"Aloy, of the Nora? Or would you rather prefer, Aloy, a seeker from the Nora?" I tried to put a little lightness to the heavy air around. "I don't think I like either of them." She made a face at my names.

"Alright, then....Aha! Aloy.....despite the Nora?"

"That sounds better." She smiles wide. "Listen...I need to go, I need to find out who those killers were and why they came here, which means that I need to leave the sacred lands." Her smile drops and she looks at me apologetically.

"No no, you have more to worry about than me, it's alright, I can hold my own." I reassured her but her look of response was doubting all of it.

"Aloy, go, I know how much this means to you. I would only be a burden if you were to worry about me. I want you to go out of this place, I know you've always been curious about the lands beyond." There was so much I that I wanted to convey.

So much that I wanted to ask but I pinched myself to not do that.

"Before I go, I wanted to hear that song you wanted to let me listen to, at least let me hold on to that." She pleaded and held on to my clothes. "I-I don't know Aloy, right now, if I did that, I would appear more—"

"Here, you can just record it on my focus."

She removed her focus and placed it in my palm, I looked at the device and glanced back at her. I heaved a sigh and excused myself from the area.

'Am I seriously doing this now? Yes, c'mon me! You can do this!'

There goes my heart beating

'Cause you are the reason

I'm losing my sleep

Please come back now

There goes my mind racing

And you are the reason

That I'm still breathing

I'm hopeless now

I'd climb every mountain

And swim every ocean

Just to be with you

And fix what I've broken

Oh, 'cause I need you to see

That you are the reason

I started to cry at thought of having to let go of Aloy, she would be far off and I would be here, possibly just waiting. I wouldn't have the slightest clue where she would be, but I would hold strong, not only for her but for myself.

I won't have any more music files for me to explore so this was the last of all of them. Before I stopped recording, I quietly whispered, "I...I...love you, I love you Aloy and I hope you will be safe. I may or may not be here when you come back but if it weren't for you giving me a reason to be here, I would have never bothered going on with that life I had..."

"And I would have lost myself if it weren't for you."

At the familiar voice, that was none other than Aloy's, I had lost all reason and the shock had gotten me wailing silently.

"I'll be back, you are all that I look forward to when I return." She grabbed my face and pressed our foreheads together. "You sang well, I didn't know I meant that...much to you..." She whispered.

"You are the reason I'm even here. Come back safe, Aloy-despite the Nora." I clutched on to her clothes.

She placed a gentle kiss on my forehead and went on her way, she didn't turn back and I looked at her back, fading off.

'I'll be here, Aloy.....my Aloy.'

•END•

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Alright! Phew, that was done. I have never written a one-shot ever, I don't even know the word count cause I was just writing without thinking too much.

Anyway, it was more emotional in my head so I did cry a little but it's pretty meh on paper 😂

Aight, this distracted me from all the bs of the world, I hope it distracted some of y'all too.

[annonmaly]

Ok, It's Not Red. So What?

"Oh, It's Not Red" continuation

Welcome to the third part of my posts regarding Mochijun-sensei's official VnC artworks. This is just a continuation of the 2nd part (there will be no artworks to be discussed). I will just share some absurd ideas that I came up with after my realization (some may already be out there). If there's any chance that you stumbled to the prior post and decided to continue. I salute you brave warriors that assume I would mention anything that makes any sense. To those who have no time to read a post that only talked about Murr's eye color. Here's a summary: I realized Murr's right eye is not red.

Curious as to how did I come to this conclusion? Check it out here: Oh, It's Not Red (You may not read the first part as it isn't related to this. But if you want to, it's here: Regarding some of VnC Artwork this title is so uncreative)

As usual, a friendly reminder that best in writing is an award I never received. I'm not the person who could analyze, explain, or theorize things clearly. Please bear that in mind while reading. Photos are not mine, of course. Also, spoiler alert to be safe

Now that it's all said and done. Let's go ahead and talk about Murr.

By this time, we already know who is Murr. And I think we all agree that the cat is not just a cute mascot of the series. I bet that he would be a game-changer (yes, I'm putting Murr on a high pedestal). The question is: What do you think of Murr's role in the story?

After spending hours and hours of reading here and there, the common theories I found are:

1. Murr is Sensei (The Shapeless One)

Sensei is an observer. And where is the best place to observe? It's beside your subject of interest. Also, as his title suggests, he is shapeless, so maybe he could shapeshift into anything he wants. This sounds probable but, I do not lean on this much for two reasons.

Personal preference. If this is true, Sensei is weird, not terrifying. I mean, instead of doing scary and shady affairs during his free time, he decided to be a cat just to watch Noé.

Look at the image below closely.

Did you found Murr? No? Take a closer look at Louis. At first, I thought he was just reading, but his book has a weird shape. Where did I see that again? Oh, right.

Not yet satisfied? See this panel from the manga. This is after the first image's scene.

(Grandpa obviously has his favorites)

I think the cat Louis' holding is Murr. Thus, there's a panel where Sensei and Murr are together. That's the second reason I'm skeptical about this theory, folks.

Well, we also don't know. Maybe grandpa killed the cat so he could disguise himself as one.

2. Murr is a spy camera of Grandpa De Sade

It's a simple one. The theory goes like this: Murr's right eye connects to Sensei in whatever way. This panel is what inspires this theory:

(This cat really is suspicious, I bet he is one of the puppet masters of this arc along with Sensei)

This theory is what I'm more inclined to believe. I suppose the cat is working under/with Grandpa for their grand schemes. So, of course, he would report to Sensei the events that took place. Whether he is using his right eye or whatever means it is.

Going to my personal thoughts...

I guess that Murr was a kin of the vampire of the blue moon. He used the power too much, and thus he was rewritten from the inside. Alas, Murr became a cat! Why is he heterochromatic, tho?

Ok, kidding aside, there are two ideas I want to share.

1. Possibly Twins

Mochijun-sensei dropped the bomb in chapter 46. She gave us the idea that the theme of twins would be relevant in the story. Here is the page where Veronica mentioned the thing about twins:

Then three chapters later when Misha forced Noé to drink his blood and reveal his memory. Mochijun-Sensei dropped another bomb.

After seeing this, we speculated that Faustina and Luna are twins. I love that thought. Just imagine how complex the relationship it would be between the two. But if we think about it. What if this is just a misdirection? First, Mochijun-sensei makes us aware that the subject of twins is somewhat important. And while that information is still fresh in our memory, she dropped another bomb and told us that the blue vampire and the queen looked alike. Mochijun-sensei set this up so that we could connect the two easily.

All we know is that: Vampire twins are a symbol of bad luck, and Luna looks like Faustina. This is just me overthinking things, but what's life without competition. So, let's add three more names to the list that could be a set of twins.

Murr and Luna: Because why not? His left eye is blue. Also, Luna's left eye was never shown in the series. It's always hidden by her hair, maybe it's a different color.

Noé and Luna: Let's just say he is older than the series claimed him to be. Noé's memory started on the day that it snowed. I believe that Mochijun-sensei is keeping the timeline vague since it would reveal too much information. I mean, we don't know how long time passed from the day Noé was found by the old couple to the day Sensei brought him to the castle in the forest. Keep in mind that the vampire's growth differs for each person, as well.

Also, is the story the Noé and Sensei told trustworthy?

(How kind are this kidnappers that the kid was not traumatized? Also what's with the injuries. I don't much about slave trading in VnC world. But, if you're going to sell something you don't want it to have visible damage right. Sorry if the comparison sounds offending)

As far as I could tell, Sensei is shady, like really. Noé's memory is also not reliable. After all, someone out there may have the ability to manipulate memories. What if Noé was was born ages ago and was induced to sleep for a long time for whatever reasons?

Going back to Noé and Luna. Mochijun-sensei is giving us subtle hints of his association with Luna. I only saw Luna from one chapter, but I could say they are somewhat similar aside from the hair and skin(?) color (I will make a list later if I still have of time on hand).

(Child Noé and Luna both have similar haistyle, they have the "lid" as Mochijun-sensei called it. Their eyes are different tho')

Go on, read chapter 49, you'll see what I mean. Also, take note that at some panels (especially the ones where Noé is feeling extreme emotions), Noé's left eye was hidden by his hair or something. Who else out there that we don't see her left eye? Yup, the vampire of the blue moon (I have a weird feeling about Noe's left eye that I will share later) To conclude this, I think that Noé was not from this era. He is actually from the past and preserved in whatever way from whatever reason. And maybe he is actually the twin brother of Luna, seeing that they have a resemblance.

For now, I won't say that he's a reincarnation of Luna (I may change my mind later) as the timeline doesn't coincide. Besides, human Vani's reaction when Misha told him that there's a way to revive Luna is intense. Meaning he wants Luna to stay dead. I also believe that human Vani is hiding "something" he knows about Noé. So if Noé's a reincarnated Luna, there's no way human Vani would stay with him.

Murr and Noé

If you saw my previous post. I convinced myself that Murr's right eye's color is violet (the same shade as Noé's). That's why I decided to include them here. I have no definitive reasoning aside from their eye color and how Murr treated Noé in the series.

In the meantime, I'll write the scenario in my head. What if Murr and Noé are twins. Something happened when they were young, and so they were separated. Noé was somewhere we don't know yet, while Murr encountered Vampire Vanitas and Grandpa DeSade. Then the rest is history.

I swear I didn't expect it to be this long, at any rate, this would be to be continued here: Ok, It's Not Red. So What? (continuation)

Note: This is just a random theory, thoughts, assumptions, and/or head-canons. I wrote this to indulge my over-thinking self. Thank you for taking the time to read and understanding if I made any mistakes or post whatever it is you don’t agree on.

[heartbeatan]

Damned Royalty (Chapter 6)

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Chapter 6

Your mouth fell open and your eyes widened. You were caught. Jimin looked back at you, a salacious heat and mockery behind his glare.

“I… excuse me?”

“You heard me.”

“Are you having me followed?!” you shrieked at him.

“You took my car to that guy’s house. I didn’t need to follow you,” he took a casual sip of his wine. “If you didn’t want me to know, then perhaps next time you should be a little more fucking discrete.”

You were shocked to say the least and weren’t sure what to say to him. You felt a sense of guilt, but also a sense of defensiveness. Who did this guy think he was?

“So… did you?” Jimin asked again.

“That is none of your business!”

“No? You’re kissing me and running back to him – I’d say that’s my business.”

“It’s not,” you stood up from the island and grabbed a hold of your purse.

“Where are you going?”

“I should have never kissed you. I shouldn’t even be here with you now.”

“But you are here. Why?”

“I don’t know, Jimin. I guess I wanted to see you and talk to you about that night.”

“And to be sure I don’t tell your boyfriend that you kissed me?” he seethed. “Make sure that your plaything doesn’t ruin your perfect little world and your perfect little reputation?”

An unrivaled anger swept over you. How dare he accuse you of such things? He had you all wrong.

“Plaything? Are you serious? You’ve been toying with me since the moment we met. In a week my entire life has been turned upside down because of you and now you accuse me of using you? Fuck you!”

You often didn’t swear out loud but the words spilling from your lips felt remarkably good. You turned from him and stomped out of the kitchen as you tried to find your way towards the exit.

“Hey, hey,” Jimin abandoned the food and chased you out of the kitchen. He caught up to you quickly and grabbed a hold of your elbow to stop you, but you shook him off. He jumped in front of you, blocking your path, and raised his hands in the air in surrender. “Hey, stop. Please.”

“What?!”

“Don’t go.”

“I have no reason to stay.”

“Then stay because I want you to stay.”

"Well, I don't care what you want," you ducked around him and moved down the hall. He let you pass but followed behind you as you made your way towards the door. When you reached it, you were at a loss. Somewhere along the way you had hoped he would have stopped you again, apologized, and said the right thing, convinced you to stay. But he didn't.

Your hand reached for the handle and you flung open the door.

"Y/N," he finally called to you. You swung around to look at him.

"What?"

He stood stoic, calm. His hands dipped into his pockets and his nose pointed upwards in arrogance. The scene pissed you off even more.

"If you walk out that door… you won't be coming back here. Do you understand?"

"Ha!" you scoffed, now angrier than ever. "Get over yourself, Jimin."

With that, you stepped into the hall and turned to slam the door behind you. But before you did, you looked up to him one more time.

“By the way… he’s not my boyfriend anymore.”

 

A week passed, and then another. In that time, you worked diligently on the Park's file, but you had managed to avoid Park Jimin entirely. There were no phone calls, no late-night meetings. It was as if you two hadn’t met at all.

Good riddance, you told yourself often, whenever he crept back into your mind. But the distance was soon to be over. You couldn’t avoid him forever, and today was the day you were to meet – formally – to discuss the progress of the club and the restaurant, and to make a plan for next steps. It was just business meeting… but you’d be lying if you said you weren’t anxious about seeing him – dare you confess, excited.

“They’re here,” your assistant knocked on your office door. You checked your watch – he was twenty minutes early. “Oh, you look nice today!” your assistant gushed.

“Oh? Thank-you,” you tried to wave off the compliment – but you knew you looked good in your tight, black dress and gold belted waist – it was a choice you made days ago. “Send them in.”

Moments later, through the heavy glass wall of your office, you saw him. He rounded the corner and made his way down the hall towards you, following your secretary and being followed by his security. He looked just as he ever did… debonair; confident; intimidating. You watched him for only a moment, then turned your eyes to the pages before you, being sure he never caught your gaze on him.

With another small knock to your door, you looked up, smiled and thanked your secretary.

“Come in, please,” you put on the most professional greeting you could muster as you stood up and stuck out your hand to shake Jimin’s. He crooked his head slightly at the gesture but took your hand anyway. It was like being connected to the wrong end of a battery. Electricity shot up your arm as his palm met yours. It seemed he felt it too… the way he looked down at your locked hands, then rolled his gaze up to your face. But you didn’t waiver. You didn’t let him know that his touch still affected you. You didn’t want him to know at all that you were still thinking about him. You wanted him to think himself a bug in your presence. “Have a seat.”

Jimin took his seat, undoing the button of his jacket, hoisting one ankle over one knee and smoothing out his tie as he sank himself into the seat. He reached back towards one of his security men and snapped his fingers. Immediately, the man pulled out a file from a suitcase and handed it to Jimin.

“You can leave now,” Jimin spoke, and promptly, both security exited the room.

“Let’s begin,” you said as you folded your hands and leaned against your desk – not entirely unaware that it would amplify the deep neck of your dress. “We’ve already secured two permits for two possible locations of the new strip club.”

“Already?” Jimin seemed impressed. “Typically, it takes me months and a few bribes to pull that sort of thing off.”

“I’m good at what I do, Mr. Park.” His eyes flashed as you said it, but you ignored it. “We just need you to make a decision as to which place you prefer before we go any further.”

“Great. When do we go?”

“I can have one of my team escort you there after this along with a contractor so you can have a better idea of what work needs to be done.”

“I don’t want one of your team. I want you.”

You crossed your arms in front of your chest and leaned back into your chair, swiveling it enough to be sure Jimin could get a nice long look at your legs. He certainly did, and you pressed your lips into a mild smirk as you watched him.

“I’m sorry, Mr. Park,” you spoke softly. “But I’m meeting someone else after this.”

You watched as he inhaled deeply, and his eyes darkened. He didn’t like that answer, and he knew that you were patronizing him.

“I asked for you to head this project.”

“And I’m doing just that. I promise you, Mr. Park., you’ll get everything you want.”

“We’ll see about that.”

You grinned smugly back at him. Then pulled yourself back to your desk and flipped through to the next page of your file.

“Let’s discuss contracts for the restaurant.”

When he wasn’t trying to get under your skin – or when you were able to prevent him from getting under your skin – Jimin was impressively easy to work with. He knew his stuff. He knew his numbers. He knew what he wanted. But he was also willing and ready to consider many of your suggestions and input. This was another side of him you hadn’t seen before. Up to now, he spent your billable hours either pursuing you or avoiding the subject of business entirely. But today was different. His hand moved fluidly across the pages strung about his lap as he took notes and managed figures. He responded assertively when he was sold on his choices. Overall, you found his work persona to be not only convenient, but incredibly sexy.

“Is there anything else?” he asked when you both had struck all your discussion items off your list.

“I have nothing else,” you closed your file. “Unless there’s something else you wanted to discuss?”

“There is,” he closed his file and set it aside, then leaned forward, balancing his elbows over his knees. “Come over to my place tonight.”

You looked up to him. His eyes had changed again. He had abandoned business and was now back to looking at you like you were the prey to his predator – the way he looked at you weeks ago.

“I thought I wasn’t to ever come back to your place again,” you threw his words back at him.

“It was a lie. I didn’t want you to leave that night.”

“Well, you sure have a way of showing it,” you scoffed.

“I know,” he sighed. “I know. I’m… I don’t know how to do this.”

“Do what?”

“Jealousy. I’m not used to not getting what I want. I’m not used to not being in control.”

“I’m not yours to control, Jimin.”

“I know,” he sighed again. He was struggling with whatever he was trying to say. “What do I need to do to change your mind?”

“Apologize, Jimin,” you cocked your eyebrow at him in near disbelief. He didn’t seem to get it – perhaps he had never apologized for anything in his life.

“That’s it.”

“Yes.”

He shuffled a bit in his chair and looked uncomfortably away from you. When it seemed he found his way, he let out a small cough then looked back to you.

“I’m sorry,” he said. You almost laughed. It really was difficult for him. “Is that good enough.”

“Yes. I forgive you.”

Your office then became quiet – neither of you knowing quite what to do next. When it became to much, you sighed and with and “ok,” you began packing up your things.

“So, you’ll come over tonight?” Jimin asked hesitantly.

“I don’t know, Jimin,” you sighed again.

“I thought you forgave me.”

“I do, but… I just don’t know where we go from here.”

“Can’t we just start over?”

“I don’t know exactly what it was we were starting,” you confessed.

“Come over tonight and we’ll figure it out,” he spoke softly. Not at all the commanding, smug way he normally spoke to you. You took a long breath in through your nose as you looked him over from top to bottom. His shoulders were tensed, and his face was for the first time ever, cautious. You should’ve said “no.” You knew that. Even with Jinhyun out of the picture, Jimin was dangerous. Volatile. No good for you. How would spending time with him at all be a good idea? But the butterflies in your gut told you to say “yes.” Your beating heart told you to say “yes.” Your humming body told you to say “yes.”

“Fine,” you replied curtly. “I’ll come.”

“Good,” Jimin’s soften face curved into something more sadistic. Then he was sure to rake your body from toes to neck before he said, “Make sure you wear that God damned dress.”

 

That was how you found yourself seated at Jimin’s island once again, watching him cook while you sipped on a glass of wine in your tight black dress. Just before you left the office, you accessorized it with a little extra jewelry and a little extra lipstick.

“Are you sure I can’t help you?” you asked him for the third time.

“You really want to help?” he chuckled. “Alright. C’mon over here.”

You slipped yourself from the chair and walked over to his side of the counter. “What can I do?”

“Do you know how to baste a steak?”

“No,” you pouted a little and he laughed at you again.

“Here,” he said as his hands landed on your hips and he guided you to stand in front of the searing pan. It was the simplest of touches, but his hand felt like fire over your skin and shot a wave of excitement through your body. “Put your hand here,” he took your left hand in his and brought it to the pan handle. “Tilt the pan a little, and with your other hand,” he reached over and placed a spoon in your free hand, then enclosed his fingers around yours, “scoop the butter like this and drizzle it over top.” His chin grazed your bare shoulder, and you could feel the heat radiating off his chest against your back. You were sure your insides were becoming hotter than the stove top pan you had in your clutches.

“That’s it,” Jimin whispered in your ear. He dropped his hand you’re your and slid them down your sides to your hips once again. You pursed your lips. Your body began to sway like a magnet desperate to pull him into you. Soon enough, he figured it out, and you felt his hips press against your backside as he stepped in closer to you. You kept at your task, but before long, your hips began to swivel ever so slightly against his.

“Mmm,” you heard a small groan from the back of his throat. The corner of your mouth curved up in a smug satisfaction.

“How am I doing?” you whispered back to him.

“Fucking amazing,” he said back.

 

Hot. Wet. Heavy. Hands. Tongues. You grabbed at each other as you made your way down the hall – presumably - towards Jimin’s bedroom. You weren’t even sure how you made it this far.

You remember how he had you - pressed into the counter. Your hands on the cool marble, his hips rocking slowly against your ass. You remember thinking “this is how he’d fuck me.” You remember how he snapped them harder, and how it stole your breath – and how it stole your cry. You remember how his hands made their way up to your breasts, and how he kneaded them roughly as he mouthed at your neck. You remember how you leaned into it, leaned into him as you threaded your fingers through his hair.

Somewhere, you must’ve abandoned the food. Somewhere, he must’ve told you had badly he wanted you. Somewhere, you must’ve told him how badly you wanted him. Somewhere, he must’ve took you by the hand and led you towards his bedroom, but somewhere along the way, you must’ve needed his lips, needed his body, needed him again.

“Jimin,” you panted.

“Yes, princess,” he whispered against your lips.

“Please,” you whined.

“Please what?”

“I want…”

“Say it, princess. Tell me what you want,” he dipped his head and licked a line across your collarbone. “Tell me you want me to fuck you.”

“Ugh!” you moaned as he pressed his leg in between your thighs.

“Tell me,” he commanded.

“I want you to fuck me,” you whispered.

“I can’t hear you.” He could – you knew that – but he wanted you to demand it.

“Please, Jimin, I… oh! I want you to fuck me!”

“That’s my girl,” you could hear his cocky smile behind his words. “I’m gonna take such good care of you.”

“Ugh!” you whined again as he kicked his knee harder into you.

When you finally made it to the bedroom, your body was shaking. This was it - you were really going to go through with it - with him. It was terrifying – but you couldn’t stop yourself. You began to claw at him, just like you did your last night with Jinhyun when you needed him to make you feel good. But Jimin wasn’t Jinhyun, and he had other plans. You felt his hand wrap itself behind your neck. He then dug his finger into your jaw, forcing you to look up at him as he pulled you roughly apart. He looked down at you, his eyes ablaze with desire and dominance. It sent a shiver down your spine as it pinned you in place.

“Don’t think for a second that this is going to be over quickly,” he graveled. “And don’t think for a second that I’m not gonna make you pay for leaving me that night.”

[noonegetsleftbehind]

5. What is a character you love, but don’t think you can write?

6. Name 3 things you love most about your muse/muses.

14. What is your opinion on writing smut?

16. Do you prefer long or short replies and why?

Meme For RP Muns - Still Accepting

//5. Ah yes. The character that I love that I don't think I could write... The main one that comes to mind that I KNOW I can't write because I tried forever ago is Nicholson's Joker. Loved that movie and that version since I was 4 years old. Tried writing him and it was a colossal shit fest lol.

6. Three things I love best about Chris (aside from the booty)...

His unending endurance. No matter what happens to him, and so much HAS happened to him, he just picks back up and keeps on going.

How much he CARES. The man cares so fucking much. Anyone that thinks he's just a buff, macho uncaring beefcake of a man is SO WRONG. He's so far from that, it's not funny. He would literally do ANYTHING for the people he loves/cares about. He does what he does because he wants to help. He doesn't want to see people suffer or die. Sure, make the joke that everyone around him dies etc, but it's not like he does it on PURPOSE. Each of those losses hurts him so goddamn bad, but he NEVER STOPS CARING. He never stops giving SO MUCH OF HIMSELF to others. He never focuses on himself it's always everyone else.

His loyalty. Even if it does get him in trouble. If he is loyal to you, that stays. I think the only exception was Wesker and... Even then? If Wesker had expressed a want to help him or reached out to him in a way that wasn't creepy murder hissing... He would have done everything he could to help him. If he becomes your friend, partner... anything... he will ALWAYS do anything and everything he can for you to his dying breath.

14. I won't lie... I love it. However, I have to talk to the person outside of tumblr. I need to establish a connection between the muses and have some kind of connection with the mun to be comfortable enough to write said things. I don't HAVE to write it though. Even if I do love to and I am always down for it, I am not here to just write that. I'm here for all the angst and soft and drama and action and horror. All of it. Plus, ya know, the big rule always applies. I'm /18/+ on/l/y on this blog for a reason.

16. Tbh? I love them both. Sometimes some threads and interactions call for short replies. Some long. I love just being able to do whatever. I don't like feeling pressured to match paragraph for paragraph or whatever. Whatever comes out of me writing wise comes out and whatever comes out of my partner then that's cool too. The only time I'm like... "uhm..." is when I get a paragraph response after writing a short novella that doesn't seem to give me much to go off of. I love being able to set scenes and moods. Sometimes that just REALLY takes up a lot of writing space and makes my replies longer, though. Never ever feel like I need you to give me the exact same attention to detail and match my length. You do you and I'll do me, but we won't do each other.... Probably.