#Duality Shift AU

[flovey-dovey]

AU if Emmet somehow poofed into Hisui same as Ingo but also, same as Ingo, forgor everything but his name...

Emmet: Hello! I am Emmet. I'm not entirely sure why I'm here, but I believe there's someone I'm trying to track down. He's verrrrry important to me (I think)!

Ingo: Hello Emmet, I am Ingo. I also have no memory of where I came from. It's strange, but now that you bring it up I feel like I might be missing someone important to me too...

Emmet: Oh?

Ingo: Yes... Well, I hope you find him. It's been a pleasure meeting you. Take care and drive safely!

Emmet: You too! All aboard!

Everyone else:

[enavstars]

More possession stuff ^^

Sorry to all Lloyd fans but I couldn’t resist doing Kai and Morro, I love their parallels too much.

My interpretation of how a "Morro possesses Kai au" would be:

At first it's the usual possession but it's very violent since Kai has a bad temper. Morro agressively possesses him and breaks into Kai’s memories against his will.

But Kai is stubborn and angry and doesn't let Morro hurt Lloyd. So after the fight Morro digs deeper into Kai’s memories to see what he can use against him.

Morro finds himself relating to Kai and tries to manipulate him to betray the ninja and work with him (going as far as to showing Kai his memories)

Kai still refuses to hurt the ninja and shifts the narrative "why go after Lloyd when you can go after Wu?".

Kai basically learnt what Wu did to Morro and him and gets angry and wants to get revenge on him.

Morro is conflicted into what Wu did and his love for his only father figure. But Kai is also conflicted because on one side he relates to Morro but on the other Morro tried to use his body to hurt Lloyd. In the end I think Kai would choose his anger towards Wu and try to convince Morro even if he has to do so by manipulating him because as much as he's empathetic, he knows he can’t save Morro, and can’t get easily over the fact he wanted to harm Lloyd.

It would be interesting that at some point Morro had to fight Kai because he wanted to attack Wu and the ninja of course misinterpret it and still think of Morro as a villain.

To sum up they'd try to manipulate each other and end up exhausted from fighting the possession.

I love exploring the duality of broken villains.

[sunboki]

— MR. FIREFIGHTER.

Christopher Bahng x fem. reader

TROPE. firefighter! au, neighbors! au, coincidences, power outage.. hehe

WARNINGS. cursing? chan being a firefighter bc HELLO

AUG'S NOTES. hi hi, ya’ll wanted more firefighter! chris? me too i gotcha

In a neighborhood like yours, power outages were common. But of course, with your luck just moving here, nobody paid any mind telling you.

Perhaps that’s the best explanation as to how you ended up at a strangers doorstep, your phone’s flashlight making the entire experience look a thousand times more pathetic the longer you shifted from foot to foot.

You’d been plugging in your charger, only for your entire bedroom to fall pitch black. Initially, you assumed it was simply a broker malfunction, leading to—after carefully hobbling out to the garage—a multitude of failed attempts to ensue.

About halfway from leaving does the front door open, and upon turning around are you met with a sight pitifully breathtaking.

Blond, messy hair rests atop a well sculpted face, masculine features on tanned skin, dark chocolate eyes belonging to that of the finest sweets.

“Hello?” He asks, voice thick with an accent you deem Australian.

“Oh yeah uh, the.. the power?” Winding your index around haphazardly, the man looks you up and down (an action that shouldn’t have brought such blood to your face), glancing around and wetting his lips before inviting you inside.

Sure, he may be a serial killer, but if that man strangled you, you’re not sure you’d be too upset. Shameless, but who disagreed?

Without a word nor greeting, he slinks into a small kitchen area, leaving you to curiously investigate your surroundings. You note the huge, beige boots by the doorway, the firefighter’s hat lingering on a coat hook.

And he’s a firefighter? Good fuck have mercy.

“‘Happens a lot,” The frustratingly attractive stranger grumbles as you enter the living area, candle-light illuminating the plushness of his lips. It takes you a moment to register he’s talking, too busy reigning yourself into a sane headspace.

He hands you a small mug of tea that’s warm to the touch, beckoning you to take a seat.

“And by the looks of it,” He laughs a low, bemused laugh. “You didn’t know that…?”

“Y/n, it’s Y/n.” You introduce, sipping the steaming beverage carefully.

“Scared?”

“Mm, little bit.” Truthfully answering, you scorn your bashfulness, hating how the way he’s merely looking at you disorients every sensible article of your brain.

Reaching forward, he fondly pats your head, eyes crinkling in the corners when smiling.

Just then you abandon all hope of remaining civilized.

“There’s nothin’ to be scared of, just light some candles ‘n wait it out. Plus, it’s good sleeping conditions.”

If he keeps talking you’re certain you’ll dig a human sized hole and bury yourself in it, because of course you had to knock on his door, him who you’ve become smitten with without even knowing his name.

Before you can apologize for likely waking him up, he interjects.

“But be careful with candles. ‘Don’t wanna start a fire.”

Recalling his firefighter status, you raise your brows, leaning back into the cushions.

“You’d save me, right Mr. Firefighter?”

Momentarily, surprise etches his face.

He grins.

“Nah I’d—”

You smack his arm and he laughs—a kind of laugh that makes the entire room burst alight.

“Of course I would. And It’s Chan by the way, but you can call me Chris.”

Already getting comfortable with conversation, you rest your chin upon your hand, studying.

His mannerisms (as much as his looks could kill) are rather adorable. They’re nervous, fiddling opposed to the career he chose.

A man with a deadly duality.

Charming.

“Oh? Nickname privileges?” You mischievously pique, witnessing that shyness once more.

He covers his face with his hands, dissolving into the couch, evidently embarrassed. The urge to continue becoming irresistible.

“Say, Chris, are you flirting with me?”

Peering through his fingers, Chris’ lips pull tug upward slightly, seeming to mirror your sly attitude.

“I don’t know, am I?”

Perhaps it’s your imagination, but his voice seriously just lowered a pitch and all ability to bite back has turned to dust. And now you can certainly say your feelings are justified, especially from his eyes. Brown hues boring into you, sending your heart a thundering mess.

No, no no, don’t say that. That’s not fair.

As if on cue the lights flash awake and you spring up from your place, attempting to hide the flush of your cheeks.

Barely making it out the door before Chris pulls you back around, his hand loosely grasps your wrist, stuffing a piece of paper into your palm adorning that same stupid smile you’re effortlessly falling in love with.

Inside his number is written, and more than ever you feel like a teenage girl passing notes to her boyfriend in class.

“Just in case,” He claimed, clearing his throat as if that would magically cure his noticeably pink ears.

Take it back, you’re both teenage losers fighting to see who cracks first. Nervous wrecks, red faces.

“In case my house burns down?”

“That’s a plus, yep.”

“You’re awful.”

Chris, walking you up to your door despite being a mere foot away, giggles his delight, bidding you good night. But seconds before he turns around it’s your turn to be spontaneous, and you press a soft kiss to his cheek prior to racing inside, shutting the door as quickly as possible.

Oh my god. Oh my god.

Covering your mouth with your hands in order to suppress the utter squeal threatening to break your lungs, you feel seconds from physically imploding — ignorant to the fact that outside the door, Chris is currently doing the same thing.

sunboki, may 2022 ©

[byhees]

you as their bite me partner.

엔하이픈 ・ female reader + word count 700 genre fluff idol au warnings not proof-read skinship — more

a/n. requested!

heeseung would be so sweet; he’d try his best to not say anything that’d maybe make you uncomfortable. if he happens to slip up his words, he’d immediately correct himself afterwards, words stuttering a little. after you two are more familiar with one another, he’d be a little more bold and flirty— the way he’d have the smallest of smirks toying on the corner of his lips as he tells you, “you don’t have to be afraid or anything, you can just touch me, y’know?” but in all honesty, he’d be such a natural at this— a really professional and amazing partner, who just knows the right words to say…

jay would be so lovely; a dictionary example of a gentleman— never pushes you past you comfort zone, and always reassures you that those accidental touches are completely alright with him; would take care of you behind the scenes— gets you a bottled drink whenever he visits the vending machine for one, passes you his heat pack whenever you’re feeling extremely cold, always checks in on you during long shoots, vice versa…

jake would be a big ball of sunshine, so welcoming and sweet; he’d pop up right in front of you with the cutest of smiles— “i’m jake! and you are?” he’d introduce, his hand outstretching for a little handshake. would try to lessen any of your nervousness by cracking small jokes, albeit they’re a little… questionable; what would catch you off-guard would be his on-stage and off-stage duality— one moment he’d be beaming at you with the warmest of grins, the other he’d be all ‘biting his lower lip with a playful smile’ and ‘carding his fingers through his hair with unbroken eye contact’…

sunghoon would probably be a little.. no, very awkward; i can imagine him just standing there, arms pressed into the sides of his body— “uh hello, i’m sunghoon… uhm, park”, he’d say, eyes shifting to nearly everything but your face; asks you simple questions like “have you eaten yet?” or “how are you?” just to kick things off; but when the time calls for it, he’d be as professional as he can possibly be, pushing past his awkward demeanour. during that part where you lightly tip his chin upwards, he’d remain eye contact, features absolutely radiating confidence…

sunoo would be so, so reassuring; shows you round the place with the most comforting grin to ever grace the surface of this earth— is never afraid to ask you questions, and neither is he one to hold back when answering your queries. always makes sure that you’re feeling all comfortable— grabs a spare blanket for you to cover your lower half with, shares his little snacks with you; i don’t see him being hesitant when initiating touch either— well, maybe it’s because you’re so easy to talk to, it just comes without much discomfort…

jungwon would be so caring towards you. looks out for you nearly every minute of the day; always makes sure to grab an extra snack for you, just because you may feel a little awkward to take one for yourself; always brings you a bottle of water at the start of every shoot— he’s like your water patrol, always making sure that you’re well hydrated, especially under such weather conditions. is such a hard worker— tells you that it’s a hundred percent alright for your arm to graze against his own, not wanting the hovering of your hands to disrupt the essence of the choreography…

riki would be a tad bit bashful, but for the most parts, he’d be pretty sweet; at the start, he’s all “uh hello”s and short, straightforward replies. as time passes by, however, he starts being more open, especially in his forms of expression; is never hesitant to tell you a cheesy pickup line, or some horrid joke. feels so comforting to talk to— in fact, he’s already creating little inside jokes between the two of you. when it comes to dancing, he’s so, so focused; always monitors your pair dance parts with such concentration, and is sure to compliment you afterwards, hands raised for a high-five…

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[cuppajj]

Don't mind me as I found out this AU a day ago and heard you're waiting for BY ep 4 to form stuff w Dark Choco and Frigid Cacao and BOY do I have ideas.

(This is going to be a long ask, it's been cooking for a while and I need to ramble abt it, hopefully Tumblr won't eat it. Also a little spoilers about ep 13 & 14 and odyssey ch 1 if you're not there yet)

So, we're not talking about Dark Choco's perspective just yet (I'm also waiting on BY ep 4 for that) but from Cacao, we can establish stuff about how he feels about Choco in canon and go from there and speculations on BY ep 4.

Canon Cacao very clearly loves his son and truly longs for him back in his life. But, as referenced from the Hollyberry interaction, he's very reluctant to seek him out, preferring Choco approach him first instead.

One of the ways Cacao shows his love is how he respects the boundaries of those close to him (and, in turn, expects the same for them to him. That's why he violently snaps at Clotted Cream and feels very betrayed by Vanilla for keeping Lily a secret in Odyssey) and I feel this applies to Choco the most. He understands Choco needs his time and space, especially after the whole ep 14, and won't feel comfortable around him or his kingdom for a while. There's also the chance that Choco may not want to have him in his life again (untrue) and he'd rather not risk finding out that's true by personally seeking him out and further upsetting his son. (That last one was just my interpretation but AUGH)

This is the building blocks I found for forming Frigid Cacao's side of the relationship. Should Dark Choco return to the kingdom, Frigid Cacao would feel Very Much Conflicted™️ about having him back, but for different reasons.

On one hand, he would be relieved and overjoyed to sense his son's return. There's so much lost time, so much regrets, he wanted to make up for it and rebuild his relationship anew. But on the other hand, this clashes with the Soltitude he built for himself. Accepting his son back in his life would mean breaking down his walls, thus tearing down everything he built and betraying his own light. Perhaps that part of him would also be angry that Dark Choco would impose this on him. But it saddens him to turn him away. And so on and so forth it cycles.

This duality is the internal conflict that, while it opens the gate for redemption (or at least loosen his terror and maybe actually get him outside), is also very hectic for Choco himself because it also manifests in his powers.

The licorice monsters are noticably more docile around him, but they can just as soon lash out randomly, coming in big waves and heading for only one target. The weather is constantly shifting from mild snow to freezing blizzards in minutes. The paths feel cleared out but it feels like there's always something out to get him.

That's assuming Choco didn't return to the kingdom after the Beast Yeast expedition (bc I'm assuming you're setting Cacao's fall after BY ep 4). But if he did, there's two possibilities. One is the more boring Frigid Cacao's reign didn't last really long bc Choco was there from the beginning. The other one, ooh the other one also works as a bad ending for the first scenario.

(I ended up writing a full oneshot for it. If you want, I can send it in another ask, hahaha)

As someone who hasn’t gotten to that chapter in odyssey yet (i really oughtta watch a video on it bc these quills brake for nobody), this is a really good reference for Cacao and Choco in beast ancients!! I won’t say much about Choco since yeah I’m waiting for apathy pt 2 but I’ve definitely been wanting him to be a huge source of conflict for frigid cacao in the au, and this helps describe it pretty well. Cacao’s fall is being worked on because the timeline of beast ancients is a WIP, it does come after BY 4 for all I know atm, and whatever happens to Choco in that episode will determine where he is and how he affects his dad when he becomes a beast. But the bottom line is that it is not gonna be easy for either of them either way :D

Would love to see your one shot btw!

[eoieopda]

okay okay HEAR ME OUT...... established long-term relationship w taehyung where you both constantly talk about how hot his best friend jimin is (it's not weird) - and then one day you turn to each other and go: wait, should we fuck him? (and you do, and it's great.)

do you have any idea how hard it was to limit myself to 1k words 🫠

the one with the hall pass

pairing: kim taehyung x reader x park jimin summary: you and your boyfriend have everything important in common — especially your taste in men. cw: reader is afab, minimal use of she/her pronouns, reader + taehyung are drinkin’ wine but neither is drunk, threesome, oral sex (f receiving), a lil 🤏🏻 bit of nipple play, unedited 🫣 au: established relationship (kth x reader) type: drabble (smut) rating: 18+ wc: 970 a/n (11/24/23): a continuation/sequel was requested! you can find it here. 🔞 MINORS WHO INTERACT WITH ME AND/OR MY CONTENT WILL BE BLOCKED, WHETHER OR NOT THE CONTENT IS NSFW. I’M AN ADULT WRITING EXCLUSIVELY FOR OTHER ADULTS.

It started as most things do: with a little too much wine, Taehyung’s head in your lap, and a question coming out of left fucking field.

“Who’s your hall pass?”

You peel your eyes off the television and blink dumbly down at your boyfriend, who seems entirely unfazed by your confusion. You snort, “My what?”

“Your hall pass,” he repeats himself slowly, as if the speed of the initial question was the problem.

No dice.

“If the opportunity came up and you wanted to fuck someone that isn’t me — consequence free — who would you pick?”

“Is this a trap?” You tease, but you know it isn’t.

Taehyung may think in four dimensions, but none of them are malicious. Curious, through and through, and mischievous, yes — never manipulative.

To prove that fact to you, he takes the hand you’re using to play mindlessly with his hair and pulls it down to his mouth. Lips brush sweetly across your knuckles, silently encouraging you to play along.

Someone in your position might aim high and throw out the name of a celebrity, just in case all of the horny planets align and your wish comes true. Only one name comes to mind now, though; and it’s not the first time one or both of you drops it.

“Jimin’s ass simply does not quit,” you hum appreciatively. Growing more excited with every racing thought, you shift slightly in your seat and grin down at Taehyung. “Have you seen him in those leather pants lately? Hot boy summer, for real.”

“Never took you for an ass man, baby.” Taehyung’s mouth twitches at the corner. He chuckles, “Tell me you’re not sleeping on his thighs, though.”

Immediately, you interrupt with a whine so sincere that it makes your head tilt backwards against the couch cushion. “His thighs! Who gave him the right?”

“I’m sayin’,” he nods. 

Taehyung goes quiet after releasing the dreamiest sigh you’ve ever heard. You aren’t a mind-reader, but it’s no giant leap to assume what he’s thinking about — you’re thinking it, too. He’s always been ten steps ahead of you, though, so he proposes it first.

It’s so casual, like he’s asking where to order delivery from:

“Should we fuck him?”

—————

Jimin, as it turns out, has been waiting on an invitation. He agrees before Taehyung can even finish asking, noting right off the bat that he’s available, “now. Like, right now. I can be there in thirty minutes.”

He damn near kicks the door down when he arrives at your apartment, and he spends the subsequent several minutes apologizing for the way the door knob slammed into the adjoining wall. Every time he bows with his palms pressed together in front of his chest, your heart flutters.

That duality — the assertiveness mixed in with the sweetest shyness — has fucked you up for as long as you’ve know him. Judging by the way Taehyung pinches his bottom lip between his teeth, the same is true for him. Lidded eyes laving from head to toe, the only time he tears his gaze off of Jimin is to smirk over at you. 

That remains the case as the three of you wander from the entryway, through the living room, and into your bedroom.

The conversation that follows sweeps from boundaries — none — to preferences — all — to Jimin’s first request. His words come as softly as his fingertips running down the length of your thigh. He doesn’t look at you when he says them, however; he stares straight past you at Taehyung.

“Show me how she likes it, Tae,” he instructs. “I wanna know what makes her melt in your mouth.”

Taehyung, as it turns out, has been waiting for an audience. More eager than you’ve ever seen him, he buries his face in your cunt and pulls out all the stops.

“Goddamn,” Jimin groans when your head falls back and your back arches. 

He sits near your shoulder on the bed, watching with his pupils blown wide and his hand squeezing his cock through his jeans. You’re so busy rocketing through different dimensions that you almost lose track of his presence next to you — but then you feel his lips against the shell of your ear, breath hot.

He hums, “You sound even prettier outside of my imagination, you know.” 

You’re in the middle of whimpering over those words when he ducks down and flicks his tongue over one of your nipples; it morphs into a shuddered gasp on the way out. “F-fuck!”

With targeted kitten licks to your clit and long, slow drags of his tongue through your folds, Taheyung makes a mess and a meal out of you. Suckling and slurping, he doesn’t stop until you’re screaming — until you’re squeezing your thighs around his head, gripping tight to his hair while you try to get a grip on yourself.

You breathlessly sputter, “I can’t — nngh — t-too sensitive.”

“But you taste so fucking sweet, baby,” he pants, leaving an open-mouthed kiss on your inner thigh. 

The bottom half of his face is drenched in your slick when he finally lets you squirm away from him. He smirks like the devil over at Jimin. “You took notes, right?”

“Think I’ve got the gist now,” Jimin laughs, and it sounds like music. He curls his finger and beckons your boyfriend to lean in over your spent body. “C’mere.” 

You don’t know how Taehyung is faring, but the anticipation is killing you.

Jimin’s fingers slip through the sweat-slicked hair at the nape of Taehyung’s neck, which elicits a low moan from the latter. You stare up at them, completely unable to process that this — that either of them — are real. 

Your ears are still ringing from the way your body just detonated, but you swear you hear Jimin beg for a taste of you before Taehyung’s lips crash into his.

[soft-girl-musings]

Perhaps, Perhaps, Perhaps - CHAPTER 3 (My Way Of Life)

Noir!Jake Lockley x WOC Lounge Singer!Reader

written in collaboration with + header by @mrs-lockley

chapter 1 chapter 2 chapter 4 chapter 5

cross-posted to ao3

tags: late 1940s Noir AU, Reader is WOC coded but with no physical description besides being slightly taller than Jake while wearing heels, no use of Y/N, brief description of injury

wc: 1,676

fic summary: Of all the gin joints in all the world, Jake Lockley walks into yours. Unfortunately for him, it's not quite the start of a beautiful friendship.

chapter summary: old habits die hard.

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You've never put much stock in wishes coming true.

Hard work, determination, and a bit of luck are what your faith lies in. Wanting something so badly that it comes to be? Nothing more than a fantasy.

At least, that's what you had believed before tonight.

The back table has been empty for a while– all evening, to be precise. You catch yourself looking toward the door between interactions. No Wesley. No Lockley.

It's Tuesday night.

Before you head backstage, you see a new guest being led to the back table. You rush to intercept, startling the poor waiter.

“Mr. Manalo, a word?” You smile apologetically at the guest and take his escort aside. “What are you doing, Teddy?”

His eyes turn frantic. “I was seating a guest, ma’am. Did I do something wrong?”

You glance at the clock behind the bar: twenty minutes past the hour, with the usual party nowhere in sight. They’re never this late.

“Miss,” Teddy urgently whispers, as the patron has started to get restless. “There’s no reservation tonight. I-I mean, not for this table, but for James Wesley, either.”

You can’t help how your face falls at the news. “I see,” you chirp, forcing yourself to perk up. “Then please make sure this gentleman enjoys his table. With a drink on the house for the inconvenience.” You pat his shoulder and step away.

Weren’t you counting down the days until his smug face stopped haunting your evenings? Didn’t it grate at your nerves to tiptoe around your own lounge twice a week, guarded and on edge? Isn't this a wish come true?

Later you walk onstage with the band and give your usual spiel. The applause rings hollow. As you scan the room, the man at the back table doesn’t even look your way, too engrossed in his dinner. You place a hand on your stomach to ease the knot that forms with every breath, along with the sinking feeling that something isn’t right.

But the show must go on.

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There's a cruel duality to Jake's commission.

Protecting the travelers of the night was, in a way, second nature long before his life became what it is now. Whenever he was out, he had his eye on the underdogs, the vulnerable on the outskirts. Most people were his people. It's the other side of the coin, the means to the end that eventually made his oath a burden, turning his cab into a hearse once the sun goes down.

Not all his passengers give him the courtesy of a quiet departure.

That's the case tonight, the throbbing pain above his eye reminds him. James Wesley didn’t go down without a fight. Jake came out on top– he always does– but there was a surprising ferocity behind Wesley’s bespectacled stare as he dealt a gnarly blow to fend off the inevitable. Stumbling through the night, vision spinning and blurring all at once, Jake wonders if the risk in confronting him unarmed was calculated well enough.

This would not have happened if you had used my gifts.

“Of course you wouldn't let me suffer in silence,” Jake mutters. The old bird has never been one for stellar bedside manner.

You have lost focus, my son.

“Oh I'm plenty focused, big guy. Right now I'm focused on not–” he coughs, mouth tasting of pennies and regret as his head wound steadily bleeds, “–not passing out in the street.”

The night air shifts around Jake as he continues to stumble down the pavement. The waning shape of the moon seems to glare down at him, its light as cold as the wind that stings his labored lungs.

The task at hand requires your full attention, and unless you are aided by my gifts–

“Oh yeah, what a gift. Sharp suit and a few tricks, pretty fair tradeoff for being your puppet.”

A sudden gust of wind nearly makes Jake lose his footing. 

Remember your debt, Jake Lockley. I have something your fractured mind wants.

Jake spits, staining the sidewalk red. “Maybe what I want is for you to see you have something to lose, too.” His breath is harder to come by, chest heaving as his temper flares. “Think you've been gettin’ too comfortable with our arrangement.”

You would risk killing yourself to make a point? Look at what your tantrum has cost you.

Jake finally stops walking, turning to catch a glimpse of himself in a shop window. He barely makes out the reflection of a hardened, bloodied man, staring back in resounding silence.

Do you think you would know a moment's peace if they knew a stranger inhabited the body? A murderer?

“You know damn well I’ve always done what I've had to do,” he grunts, slumping against the wall. “Done what you've told me to. They'd hate you more than me.”

Maintain your recklessness, and they’ll never have the opportunity for hatred. You'll bury them with you.

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“Sometimes I wish you lived closer to the lounge, this walk is too long.”

The night air nips at your faces as Matt treks dutifully beside you on the way to your apartment. You try not to make a habit of late nights, but over the past few weeks it's been harder to step away after sending everyone home. There's always one more loose end to tie up, another addition to the rehearsal schedule to jot down, some final complaint to resolve with a staff member. You'd all but live in the lounge if Matt didn't make it his mission to take you home every night, keeping you from falling asleep at your vanity if he could help it.

You roll your eyes. “You're welcome to hitch a ride with your favorite cab driver next time, since you're thick as thieves.” You surprise yourself with how bitter you sound; no matter how you feel about the company he keeps, he doesn't deserve your ire. “Sorry. I'm just a bit out of sorts tonight.”

He laughs at your jab, then turns more serious. “Yeah, I could tell. You sounded… distracted when I heard you wrapping up. Everything alright?”

You tighten your coat around yourself as you continue walking. Your shoes click against the pavement, punctuating the silence between you as you search for your words.

“That man, your friend Jake… he wouldn't get you in trouble, would he?”

Matt smirks as he weighs your question. “What's a little trouble now and then? You know I can take it.”

“I'm serious, Matthew.” You link his arm with yours and slow your pace. “I know he's more than your client, but I don't want to see you get hurt.” 

Matt Murdock has been your friend longer than he's been your lawyer. As he walks you home for the thousandth time, that same uneasy feeling from before rises in your stomach. Your thumb traces his sleeve. “I can't afford to lose you.”

His hand finds yours and stills it, pausing for a moment. “You won't. I promise.”

You search his face in the yellowed streetlights. You're typically at a disadvantage when it comes to one of you being able to lie to the other, but right now you believe him. Or at least, that he believes himself.

He pats your hand and resumes walking. “I have to say, Jake's not a bad guy to have in your corner. A bit rough around the edges, but I'm sure he'd be on your team if you'd let him.”

You sigh. “We don't have to keep talking about him. He takes up enough of my time when he deigns to show up and pester me.”

Matt's eyes crinkle behind his glasses. “Level with me: is he really that unbearable?”

“Yes.” You shake your head after a moment, mind racing like it was when you realized his weekly routine was broken. “No… I don't know.” 

The man has been a nuisance, but when you think about it, he's never been more than an annoyance with his cheeky persistence. Jake's like a puppy that continues to get underfoot, staring up at you with big brown eyes whenever you offer a crumb of attention. You may loathe his yapping, but without it, something was missing tonight.

“I know a friend of yours is bound to be decent,” you concede, “but I can't get over the feeling that he's hiding something. And I'm not too fond of anyone who makes me question what they could have up their sleeve.”

Matt nods as you talk, hesitant before responding. “You know, it's not completely fair to push him away because you don't know him… when all he seems to want is the chance to let you.”

You scoff at the thought. “You know full well I don't have time for entanglements, Matty. You've seen the blackmail. There's too much on the line to get distracted.”

“Sometimes distraction is a good thing.”

“That's rich coming from you.”

“Alright, so I'm not the most social guy,” he laughs. “But you should still think about what I'm saying. Jake's alright in my book.”

You remove your arm from his, wrapping it around yourself again. “It doesn't matter, anyway. He didn't show tonight. Bigwig client of his must have found a new rendezvous spot.”

You see Matt's jaw clench at the mention of Mr. Wesley. “You know something.”

“I didn't say anything.”

“Don't lie to me, Matty. You know something about that man he's been driving, don't you?” You walk slightly ahead, studying his face as you press on. “And I bet you know where they went tonight.”

Matt stops in his tracks, rigid and alert. You've learned that look, the one that tells you he's latched onto something like a bloodhound and won't rest until he hunts it down.

“Something's wrong.”

He takes off down the sidewalk, barely giving you time to catch up as he rounds the corner. A few more twists and turns in your route and you finally stop.

There, slumped against the brick wall of the apartment complex, bleeds out half of your 7 o’clock reservation.

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A/N: besties this is now a 10-chapter project... how did i get here

i am living for the speculation and hype in the tags/rbs, please don't feel shy-- let me know where your head is with all this! of course, if you are shy, no pressure. glad to have you along for the ride either way :)

as always, thank you for reading <3

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[lil-elle]

Hi hiii can i request a seeun imagine where both of u are classmates ?

HAVE YOU BEEN READING MY MIND ?!?!

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group: xikers

pair: seeun x fem!reader

word count: n/a

genre: fluff, classmates au, classmates to lovers, dense idiots, banter, crack, lil love triangle (?)

content: general coarse language, innuendo, DENSE IDIOTS. (each chapter will have individual warnings)

featuring: xikers

a/n: because i was actually thinking about this so much already...so it's actually becoming a series oopsie

Summary:

You vaguely knew about Seeun at the beginning of the year, how could you not when he was one of the loudest, most obnoxious boys in the class. He barely paid attention, was always yelling with his friends during lunch, not to mention he was pretty much taller than the lockers which already made him hard to miss.

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But somehow, despite all that, a single glimpse passing by the gym where you could see him and his basketball team practising got you interested. You don't know why out of everyone on the team, your gaze always immediately shot to him, it just did.

That's all it was for a period of time, you'd slow down while passing the doors of the gym, sometimes stop, just to watch for a second as Seeun dashed around the court dribbling the ball. He always had a serious, focused expression on his face, an expression much different from his usual lopsided gummy smile that stretched across his face whenever he was joking with his friends. That duality was, although you hated to admit it, charming…in a way.

You don't know what flipped in your mind one day, but it must've been something. Something that made you not only stop but step into the echoey gym and perch yourself in the bleachers, your eyes following Seeuns limber figure as he dodged and weaved between other players.

Watching him like that became a rather regular occurrence, something you somewhat looked forward to.

It was one particular day where this tradition had shifted though, and you caught yourself a lot more involved in the loud mouthed class clown that is Park Seeun.

Navigation:

[1] Painful First Encounter

[2] Blood, Sweat & Awkward Chuckles

[3] Who is She? (Seeun POV 1)

[4] Distraction

[5] Passing the Time

[6] Fresh Opportunities

TAGLIST:

@hyunromi @chocoeon @hyunukitty @minjaezed @ihyeokzu

[inawickedlittletown]

Don't Make A Shadow Of Yourself (BuckTommy fic) - 11/14

Summary: "A man who's pure of heart...may still become a wolf when the autumn moon is bright" - Howl (F+TM)

BuckTommy Werewolf AU. Throughout most of his adult life, Tommy had dealt with what he was. The duality of being a man and also an animal…a beast. Werewolves weren’t born, they were made. 

Rating: M

Words: 3,588

Read on Ao3

Chapter One - Chapter Two - Chapter Three

Chapter Four - Chapter Five - Chapter Six

Chapter Seven - Chapter Eight - Chapter Nine

Chapter Ten

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Chapter Eleven

Buck felt a little out of sorts in the days right before the full moon. He knew it was because of his parents. Maddie had apologized for allowing them to convince her they needed to go by the station. Buck had at least managed to avoid seeing them even if Tommy had been unfortunate enough to meet them. He’d been staying with Tommy just in case they showed up at his apartment. After all, they weren’t with Maddie all the time and she could only do so much to stop them. 

Buck kinda loved being at Tommy’s house, though. Not just because it meant being with Tommy, but because he felt free. Free to run around as a wolf in the backyard and free to kiss his boyfriend and entice him into a bit more than kissing. Buck didn’t know how it was possible for him to have ignored his attraction to men for so long when Tommy took his breath away with any display of skin. 

The night before the full moon, Buck arrived to an empty house. Tommy wasn’t getting off shift until the next morning, but Buck didn’t feel weird being there on his own. It did feel a little strange to transform in the backyard without Tommy, but Buck made do. Maybe he did follow old trails of Tommy’s scent for a bit, but mostly Buck ran. He even took a small nap out on the grass and felt far more rested afterwards. He made himself dinner, and then settled in for a documentary before going to bed. 

Tommy’s scent surrounded him, coming off the pillows and off the sheets. Buck wrapped himself in it, pretended that his boyfriend was with him even if he wasn’t. He fell asleep that way and woke the next morning when the bed shifted under him and he became wrapped in strong arms. 

“Sleep,” Tommy said. “It’s early.” 

Buck drifted back, cuddling close to Tommy’s chest, burying his nose in his neck and sighing. He loved him. The thought was stray and Buck didn’t let himself linger it as he fell back asleep. 

Hours later, he woke again. Tommy was still wrapped around him and if it wasn’t for his bladder, Buck would have done anything to stay where he was. He slipped out, hoping not to wake Tommy, and when he returned, found Tommy had pulled Buck’s pillow into his arms. He really was too gorgeous for words. Cute too, for that matter. 

Knowing he wouldn’t be able to go back to sleep and that Tommy wouldn’t want to stay in bed for more than another hour, Buck headed down and started their breakfast. He was scrambling eggs when his phone rang. 

Buck picked it up without thinking. 

“Evan, there you are. We haven’t heard once from you since we arrived,” his mother’s voice said. 

Buck stiffened. “I’ve been busy,” he said. 

“Oh, stop that. You can’t be that busy. Though I suppose you haven’t been home anytime we tried to stop by.” 

“What do you want?” Buck asked. 

“To see you, Evan.” 

“It’s Buck,” Buck said. 

Hearing her use his name made him want to break out in hives. It sounded wrong. It wasn’t delivered with the warmth and the care that Tommy put into it and it was the only way that Buck ever wanted to hear it. 

“Oh, so you haven’t given up on that ridiculous nickname,” she said. “I was calling because Howard said he’s not on shift today.” 

“And?” Buck asked. Damn it, Chim. 

“I thought we could all have a nice lunch. Your niece misses you, Ev—Buck. Your sister needs your help with the wedding. It’s in a few days, there’s still—”

“Just because Chim isn’t working today doesn’t mean that I’m not,” Buck said. “I’m heading into work soon. I see Jee all the time and I’ve been helping Maddie with the wedding for months now so I know she doesn’t need my help. She would have asked otherwise.” 

His mom groaned and Buck knew that if he hung up it would only get worse. She might show up at the station again and this time not find Buck there because he wasn’t working. 

“Evan,” she said and Buck flinched. 

“What?” 

“It just feels like you don’t want to see us,” she said and she made her voice sound small and sad, but Buck knew her and maybe some of it was put on. 

He had no idea how to respond. He took too long, apparently. 

Her tone changed, though. 

“Well, fine,” she said. “If you don’t want to see us that’s — well, I guess we can get over that. But, there is something important you must know.” 

Buck didn’t like the sound of that at all. In the background of the call, he heard his father calling for his mother. 

“Oh, Phillip. I have Evan on the phone. I wanted to warn him. It is the full moon after all.” 

Buck’s heart caught in his throat. He knew that his hand gripped the counter so tight, he was afraid when he let it go that it would be dented even though it was granite. 

“Yes, yes. Put him on speaker. Good morning, Evan. I’m sure you weren’t even aware, but it is a full moon tonight. Your mother and I think there is a Werewolf working at your station.”

“We’re very sure,” his mother put in. “We don’t know how you didn’t notice or say anything.” 

“Oh, you know this boy, Margaret. You know how he is. Why would he notice anything right under his nose. Maddie is at least busy with the wedding and doesn’t work with one.” 

Buck gulped. He knew they hadn’t met Eddie…but they had seen Tommy and that was — they had to be talking about Tommy. Buck had no idea what to say or how to react. 

“I don’t work with any Werewolves,” Buck said. “If anyone was a Werewolf I would know.” 

His mom made a noise of protest. 

“Clearly that is not true,” his father said. “Just take our warning, Evan.” 

“Wh-what uh, what are you going to do?” 

He heard Tommy getting up in the bedroom, and he hoped that he would stay put up there until Buck could get off the phone. He was already freaking out, because from the non-answer he knew what they were thinking or planning of doing. He hoped that they hadn’t already started any kind of reconnaissance. 

“Don’t do anything,” Buck said, he knew his words were hard. 

“Evan—”

“Focus on Maddie and on the wedding. Don’t do anything,” Buck knew he probably sounded like he was pleading. 

“If you hadn’t realized it, tonight is a full moon,” his father said. “We can’t allow one of those beasts to hurt anyone. We won't.”

“So you’ll hurt someone instead,” Buck said. “With no proof that they’ve done anything wrong? You are not doing that. I won’t allow it.” 

Tommy came down the stairs. His curls were messy and he was in nothing more than shorts. At any other moment, Buck would have been distracted by seeing so much of him. 

His father was laughing. “Allow it,” he said. “That’s funny.” 

“Evan, what—”

Buck shook his hand at Tommy and lifted a finger to him as well. Tommy raised his eyebrows, but he didn’t say a word. 

“If you want to attend the wedding, you will do nothing tonight or any night that you are here. I’ve turned a blind eye to what I know you do with this cause that you’ve given yourself. No more.”

They scoffed. “You will not ruin your sisters wedding.” 

“I won’t…but if you this, you will. That is up to you,” Buck said and then he hung up. 

He dropped his phone on the counter, his hands gripped the granite and then he looked towards Tommy. Tommy was at his side at once, taking Buck’s hands. 

“They know you’re a Werewolf,” Buck said. “I’m pretty sure they’re talking about you unless they’ve stopped at the station and seen Eddie? I really should call Athena. They’re not going to do this again and I don’t care what happens to them.”

“What about Maddie?” 

Buck shrugged. “She’s either on our side, or she’s choosing to be with them.” 

Tommy pulled Buck into his arms and Buck let his weight fall on his boyfriend. He didn’t for one moment believe that Maddie would allow their parents to hurt anyone. 

Athena wouldn’t really be able to do anything. Maybe she could take them in and question them, but she wouldn’t be able to hold them without proof or without them having done anything since they’d arrived in LA. But if they did try then maybe…but Buck didn’t want it to get to that. Somehow, he didn’t think the division would take them seriously or do anything about it. 

“I think,” Tommy said, “we should spend the full moon here. Just in case.” 

As much as he itched to be out there in the woods, he did think that Tommy had the right idea. 

“Uh…yeah. Yeah, that sounds good. I’ll let Eddie know.” 

—

Tommy was the one that called Athena. Evan had a call with Eddie inviting him over for the night. He thought it was maybe a bit restricting for Evan and Eddie, but it also did mean they were all safer. Evan had also called Maddie and Tommy had managed to hear some of the conversation, enough to know that Maddie was going to keep their parents busy and have her own conversation with them. 

“I don’t think they’ll do anything,” Evan said.

Tommy agreed with him. Still, it put him on edge to know that they had made him when Tommy had done his very best to not give himself away. Clearly, he’d made some kind of mistake. He just didn’t know what it was that he’d done. 

“Stop beating yourself up,” Evan said. “None of this is your fault. It’s them. I don’t even know all the ways they might use to identify us.”

“But something gave me away to them,” Tommy insisted. 

“Or it’s not you,” Evan said. “They could have been suspecting Eddie since the last time they were here. Anyway, I don’t think they will try anything. Not if Maddie has them on some kind of house arrest.” 

It didn’t make him any less uneasy. Evan proved to be plenty distracting though, taking him back up to the bedroom and burning up some of their pent up energy in ways that were pleasurable to both of them. It was the best type of distraction. For a little while, they focused on each other. On just being together and feeling so good that nothing else really mattered. 

They contacted the Werewolf Division after lunch just to cover their bases and Tommy was left dissatisfied with the way they responded, as if their concern was nothing for them to worry about. When Tommy mentioned getting in touch with the police they tried to warn him off doing that because he’d be exposing all Werewolves. 

“And that makes me think they’re condoning it somehow,” Tommy said. Evan didn’t disagree. 

Tommy had every intention of figuring out why, but it wasn’t something they could get to on a full moon. But his next day off, Tommy would go right to them to see what he could find out. He felt antsy all day, perhaps amplified by the full moon. He could tell that Evan felt the same, but they both calmed down some when Eddie arrived. 

Tommy let him in and Eddie pulled him into a hug. 

“What’s all that?” Tommy asked, motioning to the bags Eddie was carrying. 

“Figured none of us were up to cooking,” he said. “Has Maddie said anything?” 

“They’re still there at the house with her and Chim,” Tommy said. “Athena put an officer at the house to tail them if they leave at all.”

Eddie followed him inside and was almost tackled to the ground when Evan threw himself at him. Tommy laughed. He’d never noticed how sometimes they still acted like they were wolves when they were in human form. Big giant human puppies. 

“I feel better with you here,” Evan said to Eddie. “Don’t need to worry.” 

Tommy felt the same. It was a relief to have the three Werewolves of their pack together. It was just as it needed to be. 

By the time they ate through some of the Mexican food Eddie had brought them, the three of them were ready for the moon to appear in the sky, so they headed outside a bit early. Evan kept texting his sister and Howie, but it seemed like the Buckleys were actually listening to what their kids wanted, at least for the moment. 

Evan was the first to transform. Tommy immediately crouched down to pet him and somehow, he wound up sitting on the ground with Evan on his lap. Eddie dropped down next to him. 

“He told you about his parents,” Eddie said.

Tommy nodded. 

“I thought I had it bad,” Eddie said. “Buck’s had it worse.” 

Evan didn’t react, even though he could hear them. He just dropped his head against Tommy’s stomach and Tommy let his hands go down to his stretched neck. 

“I just don’t understand Maddie putting him in this position,” Tommy said. 

He’d been interested in Eddie’s opinion most of all, to know how the other Werewolf in this pack viewed the whole thing. Eddie didn’t speak for what felt like a long time. 

“It’s family, is the thing,” Eddie said. “I don’t think Maddie even realizes what she’s doing because they just have such different relationships with them. But I don’t think Maddie would hesitate to do anything to protect Buck.”

“What you’re saying is the wedding is going to be interesting,” Tommy said. 

Eddie laughed. “Sure will. Probably should shift now.” 

Eddie got up and walked over to the table. Tommy heard him discard his clothes and then the next time he saw Eddie, he was on four legs and covered in fur. Tommy lingered a little longer with Evan on his lap, but eventually he nudged him off to a wolfy huff. Eddie distracted him in the next moment with a gentle nudge. When Tommy joined them, they were already halfway across the yard, play fighting. 

It was nice to have them both there in his space. Eddie barked at him and Tommy ran towards them. They played a game of tag and as the sky darkened they all seemed to relax more and more. They ran and they lounged and Evan and Eddie play-wrestled. They fell into a puppy pile after a while and Tommy was so comfortable that he actually let himself fall asleep. 

The next thing he knew was a loud sound, like something crashing or breaking. He immediately lifted his head and he felt Eddie and Evan come to as well. 

Tommy extracted himself from the pile of limbs, he knew instinctively that something was wrong, but the last thing he wanted was to move away from Evan or Eddie. When Eddie met his eyes, he could see confusion and worry there too. 

Maybe it was nothing. Tommy hadn’t heard anything since the crash and that could have come from the house next door or any other source that was unrelated to them. The three of them stood close together and didn’t relax for several minutes. Evan was the first to sit, but it didn’t change how tense they all were. 

Tommy nudged into Evan’s side, taking in his scent. He still smelled good, but the underlying worry was there too. Tommy didn’t think any of them would relax until morning came even though they were in Tommy’s yard and the house was locked down at the front and the physical fence and tree fence kept them hidden. 

Except that of course, that’s when Tommy heard footsteps at the front of the house. Evan pushed into his side. Eddie paced forward and back, glancing at them. Then came another crash and the fence shook. 

Panic went through him. Tommy was not the type of person that panicked, he had the type of job that required he was good in high stress situations, but nothing could have prepared him for this. 

The fence shook again. 

—

Buck wished, not for the first time, that he could communicate with Eddie or Tommy while transformed. It was so absolutely unfair that he couldn’t do much more than brush against Tommy in some solidarity because he had absolutely no doubt that it was his parents. 

Eddie made a motion with his head towards the house and Buck got his meaning at once. He followed Eddie and Tommy moved with them. Eddie was right, they’d be better off closer to the house than out in the middle of the yard. 

The next few minutes were tense. No noise. No movement. It was silent. Until it wasn’t. 

Buck knew the door to the fence had been broken, he heard the wood splinter and the sound of the hinges bending. A moment later there came footsteps. The three of them didn’t dare to move. 

The first person to come around the house was all in black, they were followed by someone else also in full black. They weren’t his parents, that Buck knew for sure. They didn’t smell like them or even walk like them. They were still definitely hunters and there for one reason and one reason only. He watched them as they walked onto the yard in small steps, glancing around. Behind them came two other people and those two were definitely his parents. Buck hadn’t known how betrayed it would make him feel to actually see them there.

The three of them stayed close to the house, hidden in the shadows the house offered. Buck couldn’t look away from the hunters. Four of them and Buck had questions about where his parents had found the two that entered first. He wondered if there were more. 

Eddie nudged him, pointing with his nose towards the side of the house. He wasn’t wrong. The door was open and they could leave, run as far as they could. The hunters were looking for them in the yard, but they would turn to the house soon enough and spot them. Their luck was how dark it was out and maybe their speed. Confrontation was not their friend. But that would only work if they hadn’t left any other hunters out there. Buck couldn’t hear anyone, but that wasn’t saying much. 

Buck nudged Eddie back, and Eddie began to walk right alongside the house. Tommy nudged at Buck to follow, so he did. He knew Tommy was right behind him. Eddie was slow, and Buck followed his lead. He turned to look back when he could. He couldn’t see them and their footsteps were faint and came from everywhere in the yard. Eddie turned the corner, tail tucked between his legs. Buck followed, so he was the one that noticed the fifth hunter right before he hit Eddie on the head, knocking him sideways into the house. 

Buck reacted, jumping past Eddie at the hunter, throwing him to the ground. His paws landed on the man’s chest, pressing in and ripping through his dark shirt, his whole weight on him, though apparently in wasn’t enough. In the next moment he heard the bang of a gun.

His side burned. 

He couldn’t hear more than the ringing. 

He scented blood. Tommy. Eddie. Under him the movement of a body, of the hunter that shot him. 

Buck didn’t even realize he was growling, or that his claws had already drawn blood from the hunter’s arm, that the gun had fallen because of it. Buck had no idea what damage he’d inflicted and he didn’t care. The man was squirming, making noises that didn’t make much sense to Buck. He was pushing at Buck with his good arm. Kicking. Buck ignored the pain at his side, leaning down and ready to tear his throat apart. 

Tommy was there, suddenly and Buck was pushed to move. Buck did and he felt the pain on his side as the skin stretched with his movement. A whimper escaped him and he could feel the warmth of his blood. The bullet hadn’t him dead on, Buck could tell that much at least. He tried to pay the wound and his pain no mind, but it was as overwhelming as the continuing ringing in his ears. Where was Eddie?

Buck turned. He’d seen him go down, right? Hadn’t he? 

Tommy’s mouth, his muzzle was blood soaked. The man on the ground had thrown his head back in a scream that Buck could sort of make out past the ringing in his ears. 

And there…Tommy had Eddie. He was pulling at Eddie by the scruff, and Eddie came to his feet. He looked more disoriented than Buck felt. He hadn’t been shot had he? But Buck had only heard one shot, but if the bullet didn’t go in him then… 

Now, he heard footsteps. They had to hurry. 

Eddie was shoved in his direction and Tommy was pushing them towards the broken door. It hung half-in the way, but Buck climbed over it. He could still feel his side burning. Eddie stumbled over it after him. Then came Tommy and after him running footsteps. 

Buck heard another shot ring out. 

[wildemaven]

Duality Of A Man: Pt. 2

Pairing: Joel Miller/Frankie Morales x F!Reader / AU

WC: 2300

Warnings: T; Mentions of killing, death, birth, birth trauma, food; If I’ve forgotten anything please let me know.

A/N: Firstly, It’s here! Secondly, read part one before reading this or none of this will make any sense to you. I was so worried about having a two part story, mainly because I didn’t want this second part to not contribute to how the first part ended. So I’m really hoping the intensity carried over to this part. Like I mentioned in the first part, this is an alternate universe but I still tried to use storylines from both characters to piece it all together. In it being set in an alternate universe, I fudged the timeline and ages so it made more sense to the Joel’s past— he’s roughly 38 in this verse. Like always, this is not beta’d and all mistakes are made by me! Enjoy!!

Masterlist / Part 1 / Part 3

“Fuck!”

You’re both frozen in the moment. The tension palpable.

A heavy sigh leaves his throat as his head falls forward, a hand scrubbing down his face. The one thing he’s kept from you, now barreling back into his life.

He straightens himself back up. Looking at you, your features distressed and tense. It’s then he notices the faint glimmer of a tear rolling down your cheek.

“Sweetheart, lemme explain.” The heavy silence broken by his thick drawl.

“Joel, what—“ Your hands wiping the at the wetness. “Is that even your name?” You question him.

“No— well, yes technically. But no, sweetheart it’s not. But if you give me a chance I can explain everything to ya.”

He starts to take a step forward, his arms extending out to you.

“I— I need a minute, please.” Your hand shooting up to keep some space between you. “Just—“ You turn and walk to the kitchen, hoping for more time to wrap your head around all this new information.

Joel is not in fact your Joel. He’s married? Your stomach drops at the thought of being the other woman. You catch yourself on the counter, your arms barely keeping your shaky form upright, knuckles white as they grip the edge of the cold stone.

You close your eyes and focus on your breathing, taking a moment to slow your heartbeat.

The shuffle of Joel’s boots against the tiled floor as he enters the room breaks your trance.

“Sweetheart—“ His voice barely above a whisper, pleading for your attention. You wipe the remaining tears that have fallen before turning to him. Leaning back into the counter, arms cross in front of you as you mentally prepare yourself for the explanation he’s about to give you.

“What’s your real name?” You begin to question him first.

“Francisco— Francisco Morales is my real name. Everyone called me Frankie though.” He explains.

You attempt to swallow the lump that’s formed in your throat as you turn your head, glancing out the small window above the sink, life still moving forward outside as yours stands still within these walls. Trying your best to hold back the onslaught of tears that have started to form. Your Joel isn’t your Joel. He’s Francisco, Frankie.

“Who is Kelli and why was she on our front doorstep explaining to me she’s your wife? That she’s been needing to talk to you for years? Fuck Joel! I’m no fucking home-wrecker!” Your voice slightly laced with aggravation at the thought of coming between someone’s marriage.

“It’s not like that sweetheart.”

“Then what the fuck is it like Joel? Huh? What am I suppose to think when I have this woman telling me she’s your fucking wife?! Please explain that to me!”

“I will. I will explain everything to ya. But ya gotta know, I never meant to lie or hurt ya. Ya gotta know that babe.” His jaw shifting, a nervous tick he has when he feels most vulnerable. You want nothing more than to wrap your arms around him, because you still love the man standing before you.

Of all the qualities about Joel, his honesty was one of his best. He didn’t beat around the bush, he always gave it straight. And even now, you can sense the truth is what he’s about to deliver to you.

You nod in agreement, because you know this about him— he would never do anything to deliberately hurt you. He’s a protecter and cares deeply.

“Go on then. Tell me everything. Help me understand, please.” Your voicing cracking, encouraging him to continue.

He props himself up against the counter across from you. One arm crossed, his elbow of the other resting on it, thumb tracing back and forth on his bottom lip. Contemplation and worry weighing heavily on him as he tries to decide where to start.

He looks up at you, and it pains him to see the hurt in your eyes by his doing. He takes a deep breath to steady himself and then tells you everything.

“I joined the army when I was 18. I was shit in school and didn’t think I would amount to anything, so the first recruiter to catch my eye had me signin’ up on the spot.” He hasn’t talked about his past to anyone and now here he is spilling it all for you in your shared kitchen. “Became a helicopter pilot and spent the rest of my time enlisted flyin’”

“Did a few tours after I joined. I was overseas more than I was home at that point. When I got back after my last deployment, I met Kelli. She was a friend of a friend and we’d hit it off. I knew instantly that she was the one.”

You wince at his words, ‘the one.’ This was nearly 15 years ago, but hearing him say that he had fallen in love and married the love of his life is a pain you’d never expected to feel waking up this morning.

“We married after only knowing each other 6 months. We were good— we were happy.” He sounds as if he’s trying to convince himself of this.

“A couple years later, a few army buddies of mine convinced me to do this off the record recce— they needed a pilot. The pay out was hefty and I knew it would help Kelli ‘n I out a ton. She wanted to by a house, but we couldn’t afford it on our incomes combined.”

He takes a minute to let his thoughts sit for a bit. You haven’t said a word since he started talking. He’s not sure if you’re trying to process it all or contemplate how you plan on leaving him when he’s finished.

“We fought about it for a week, she didn’t want me to go. It was in Colombia and I’d have to go silent while I was gone. She said she wouldn’t be there when I got back.”

“The recce was supposed to be a quick in and out— It wasn’t. We had to kill men, bad men, one of them this big time drug lord. We didn’t get the money and lost one of our own on our way home.”

“I’m so sorry Joel.” Your empathic response hits him hard.

“When I got back Kelli was gone, just like she said. I was broke and alone, I hated myself for what I did.”

“Joel—“ Your heartbreaking at his admission. You want to comfort him and show him that despite everything he’s telling you, you’re still here for him.

“No!” It comes out harsher than he means, and he hates the way you flinch at it. “No, let me finish. You need to know everything.”

“The consequences finally caught up to us a year later. Men were after us and we had to go into hiding. We were able to get some strings pulled from some higher ups. Set us up with new names, social security numbers— washed us of our previous lives. Came out here to Texas to start fresh, create a life for myself.”

There’s a pregnant pause, but your intuition tells you there’s more.

“Tommy, he’s not your brother, is he?”

“No.” He shakes his head at your question. “He’s my cousin, on my dad’s side, I was able to get his last name. He let me crash on his couch for a bit until I was able to set some roots down. Everyone just assumed we were brothers so we didn’t see the need in correcting them.”

“And Sarah— Is she Kelli’s?” The question subdued but one he hasn’t answered yet.

“No, Kelli never wanted kids— which is fine, her right.” He sighs, shoulders sagging as the weight begins to lift with each word he speaks. “I met Sarah’s mom not long after I moved here— wasn’t anything serious. After a few months she’d found out she was pregnant. I told her I wanted to be apart of the baby’s life and we planned to try and make it work together, for Sarah’s sake.”

He stops. The pain in his eyes is too much to witness from where you were. You close the distance between you and him, cupping his face with your hand, his eyes flutter closed as he leans into it.

“It’s okay—” You lift his gaze to yours, grounding him in that moment. “It’s okay baby!” He nods in return.

“Her mom died while giving birth. It was the most devastating thing I’d ever been through.” A sob cracks in his throat, the tears streaming down his distraught face. You pull him in close, arms wrapping around him, cradling his head with one hand as he tucks his face into your neck.

He’d never shared what had happened between him and Sarah’s mom, and you never felt the need to pry it out of him.

You both stand there for a while. No words exchanged, letting him continue on his own.

The stereo still filling the room with its static resonance muffling the quiet cries pouring into your shoulder.

“Hey—Hey look at me.” Joel’s head slowly lifting from his place of comfort. Your fingers gently work at wiping away the tears, the pain still lingering in his expression. “I’m so sorry Joel. I can’t imagine having to deal with all that, to then have to shut that part of you out. Thank you for telling me, for being honest about all of this. I’m here though when ever you need to talk about it okay?”

“I should be the one apologizing sweetheart. You’re taking this too well for someone who just had 15 years worth of secrets thrown at them in the last 30 minutes.”

You can’t help the soft chuckle that you give him. Your thumb softly caresses his cheek, “You should know I don’t scare that easily by now Miller. Yeah, it was a complete shock to have this all dropped on me— but I don’t think of you any less. I vaguely remember telling you on our first date 5 years ago, I’m tougher than I look.”

That makes him smile.

“Does Sarah know? About all of this?”

“No, none of it. I’m just dad, grumpy Joel Miller to her and Tommy’s her uncle— she knows nothing different. She knows about her mom though, told her when she was old enough to ask why she was the only one in school with out one. She took it pretty well.”

“She’s a smart kid, she takes after someone I know.”

“Me?”

“No, me!” You swat at his chest playfully.

His eyes roll, but he knows you’re right. You’ve been in their lives the better part of 5 years now. The closest thing to a mother figure Sarah’s ever known. And he’s grateful that you treat her with as much love as you do.

“Okay, so that only leaves one question. Why now? Why come all this way to find you if she’d left you high and dry all those years ago?”

“I’m guessing to have me sign some paperwork. We never officially divorced— legally we’re still married.”

“Hmm. That would make sense I guess. She left her number to give her a call. Maybe sign those papers so I don’t feel like I’m meddling in someone’s marriage.”

That garners a hearty chuckle from him and he agrees to give her a call— officially put his past behind him.

He leans in, his lips crashing into yours, pouring his heart into the kiss. It’s tender, yet you can feel the love he’s trying to convey through it.

The creak of the front door signals Sarah’s arrival home.

“Hey! I’m home!” She announces herself, stopping in the doorway of the kitchen, giving a questioning look at you and Joel still holding each other.

“Did someone die?!” Her hand clasped against her chest and she gasps. “It was Mrs. Adler wasn’t it?! I’m gonna miss her cookies!”

“What? No! No one died!” Joel says as you try to stifle the laugh bubbling in your chest.

“Then why do you two look so— depressed?”

“We’re just having a— moment?” You try to sound confident in your words and you think she’s bought it, but her cocked eyebrow says otherwise.

“A moment? At 10 am on a Sunday—“ She continues looking between the both of you. “In the middle of the kitchen? You two really need to work on your lying skills. I’ve heard a 5 year old sound more convincing than what I’m hearing.”

“Alright!” Joel pushes off the counter, hands clapping together to bring the discussion to a close. “That’s enough outta you young lady. Go on upstairs and put your stuff away, we’re going out for burgers and ice cream in a bit. Make sure you take a shower, wash off that sass you brought home with ya.”

She retreats without a comeback, the ploy of some good food and dessert is enough to get her moving.

You’re both still standing in middle of the kitchen, a comfortable silence washing over the both of you. “We’re okay, right?” He asks you, normalcy already settling back into the present. “Yeah Babe, we’re okay.”

“So— What am I suppose to call you now?”

“Call me? ‘m not followin’.” Confused and unsure what you’re asking.

“Ya know, just wanna make sure I’m screaming the right name later on tonight.” You say with a cheeky grin.

“Is that so?!” He lurches forward, grabbing at your waist as you try to make your escape, but his arms are quicker than your legs. “Woman, you are a menace!” He growls into your neck, gifting you a few nips as he tickles your sides.

Your arms flailing about as you try to hold him off, your head thrown back as you laugh in defeat. It’s his favorite to see you so carefree and happy, he’s grateful he’s the one on the receiving end of it.

Your hands locking behind his neck, pulling yourself up to him. “Yeah, but I’m your menace Joel.” You whisper against his lips.

“Mmmm, that you are sweetheart. I love you.”

“And I love you.”

next

[skinnedghost]

✨🔮Spirit Breathing🔮✨

KNY/Demon Slayer AU

aka Kū(Void) Breathing

Breathing Fighting Style: Spontaneous and Inventive

Created this form of breathing for my OC

In my AU this is one of the basic elements of breathing like flame, water, stone, etc. so it derived from sun breathing.

what is Kū?

it is the highest of elements in japanese philosophy

it represents spirit, thought, power, inventiveness and creative energy

it is the emptiness that energy is made of, pure energy before it manifests physically and represents anything within and beyond our own comprehension.

✨ 1st Form: Aether Flow

visual: black liquid with purple undertone (moves like the water breathing first form)

use: user generates aether around weapons blade

damage: when hit, the cut drips with aether which corrodes flesh

✨ 2nd Form: Blinding Inner Light

visual: sponteneous strikes of white light

use: with every strike, blasts of light blows target backwards and blinds the target

damage: blinds the target and creates distance between user and target.

✨ 3rd Form: Sacred Rites - Spiritual Cleansing

visual: light ribbon with japanese characters of a cleansing prayer

use: user recites cleansing prayer, the light ribbon cuts clean through flesh and bone

damage: takes extremely long for the cut to heal

✨ 4th Form: Swinging Blade of Duality

visual: negative energy- dark serated slashes; positive energy - bright light slashes

use: user swings the weapon left and right sending out slashes of negative or positive energy

damage: negative energy: corrodes flesh positive energy: explodes on impact

✨ 5th Form: Karmic Cycles

visual: transparent, slightly tinted shield, when attacks hit the forcefield ripples

use: user spins weapon in front of them to create a forcefield, ricocheting back to the targets own attack

damage: targets own attacks weakens them

✨ 6th Form: Crushing Void

visual: black column of semi-transparent liquid tunnel spinning and rapidly forming around target

use: user spins weapon so fast it makes a whirlpool vacuum that quickly forms around the target to temporarily stun and crush it

damage: quickly squeezes, crushes, and temporarily stun the target to help land a blow

✨ 7th Form: Aura Clairvoyance

visual: eyes roll back into head. user visualizes the targets aura

use: reading the targets aura, shows physical and emotional weak points to help get the advantage

damage: none - strategic technique (like beast breathing spacial awareness)

✨ 8th Form: Astral Shift

visual: user runs forward so fast a ripple is created in front of them, ripple turns opens a portal to the spirit realm, inside its a purple and black haze

use: user moves so quickly it creates a rift in the spiritual plane. by stepping into the spiritual realm for a short period of time the user turns invisible

damage: the force of the users speed creates a damaging wave of force in their wake

✨ 9th Form: Rippling Aether

visual: a huge ripple is made in the present plane around the blades tip

use: user hits their blades tip into the ground with such quickness that it breaks the astral plane sending strong force/blows of aether ripples

damage: ripples surrounding the blades tip throwing anything in its path miles away

✨ 10th Form: Blood Demon Art - Soothsaying Trance

**this form was created specifically by my OC**

visual: the user breathes out and swirling clouds surround themselves, eyes glaze over in a trance, their haori hood over their head creating shadows on their face, eyes glowing.

use: the user becomes so emotionally charged that she slips into the trance of the blood demon art transferred to her. (oc origin story coming soon) she can briefly tap into whats left of the demons spiritual core to foresee their true selves before they were turned into a demon by muzan, it demonstrates judgment of how the user will ultimately kill their target - deciding if the demon deserves a merciful death or a damned one

damage: none - damage comes from eleventh form

✨ 11th Form: Seishin Kagura (Dance of the Spirit)/ Akuma Kagura (Dance of the Demon)

- Dance of the Spirit:

visual: the bells on her weapon jingle and the blade has a beam of glowing white light

use: cut the demons head clean off and painlessly the demon dissolves quickly (similar to how tanjiro used the rain technique to kill rui's "mother")

damage: kill mercifully

- Dance of the Demon

visual: the destroyer of demons symbols glow red and the blade is covered in black liquid aether

use: cut the demons head off and the cut burns slowly and painfully

damage: kill ruthlessly

divider credit: @cafekitsune

[allbluedepths]

This was originally part of the ship bingo post, but it spiraled out of control and became a very large pile of thoughts. So instead, the Wings of the Emperor AU is getting its own ship dynamics post for Shanks, Mihawk, and Benn because it's sorta its own thing, and I'm having a hell of a time trying to figure out how to even tag for it because none of their relationships fit in neat boxes very well.

(Wings of the Emperor AU is my early Red Hair Pirates era AU where Mihawk chooses to not become a Warlord and ends up not joining, but semi-sailing with the Red Hair Pirates. It mostly focuses on Mihawk's early dueling years with Shanks, his interactions with the Red Hair Pirates, and eventually getting swept up into their sailing shenanigans. TL;DR: I had the thought of "who would Mihawk be if forced to answer the question of 'who am I beyond just being a swordsman'" and it all spiraled from there.

For the record, some of the earlier posts aren’t 100% accurate anymore — big one being that I traded the “Mihawk was almost Shanks’ first mate” bit for something else — but this is an indulgent ship post, not me correcting my own lore post LOL.)

So, here’s a pile of thoughts to get my brain in gear to actually write more of the fic itself, haha. : )

This AU is… complicated? I'd say it's endgame Mihawk/Shanks/Benn triad in a very non-traditional relationships way. For example, by the time Mihawk semi-joins them and turns down the Warlord position, even Shanks and Mihawk don't have a concrete romantic relationship, and theirs is still the closest to that, haha. I guess it's best classified as:

Shanks and Mihawk: close relationship bordering on romantic; there's mutual interest, but their definitions of romantic also don't match "standard" definitions of romance, so it doesn't always read as that to others. Rivals/partners with a romantic flair?? Since Mihawk turning down the Warlord position and choosing to join them comes with a good chunk of other upheaval, there's a conscious decision to not really label anything, but they're on the same page of being mutually interested.

Shanks and Benn: hellooooo complex intertwined captain-first mate relationships. The fun duality of being both incredibly simple and incredibly complex. I'm team "many working captain-first mate relationships basically become life partnerships", and they're probably the prime example of that. Inconveniently for tagging purposes, it's smack dab in the middle of "&" and "/" relationships for AO3, so… eh, the vibes are vague. The details past the fact that they're basically each other's most trusted person stop mattering at a certain point.

Benn and Mihawk: Complicated, haha. By far the side of the triad with the most development to be had; right now, it's more like they're separate sides of a V polycule, rather than a triad, but the foundation's there. An odd, unexpected friendship turned an even more unexpected camaraderie as the years go by and Mihawk's around more and more. Absolutely no one outside of them (and occasionally Shanks) can really parse out what's going on here. Again, just over the line of what I'd tag as "&", and develops veeeeeery slowly over the years in its own undefined way.

…That ended up as a whole ass wall of words, haha. Shorter summary if you're looking for general relationship shifts:

Mihawk sails with the Red Hair Pirates (~6 years after the RHP start): only Shanks/Mihawk are semi/almost-romantic

Sailing time until Dawn Island: Shanks/Mihawk slowly get their shit together; Shanks/Benn inch toward maybe another realization or two, Benn/Mihawk "two introvert cats" bond starts really kicking in

Post-Dawn Island: Shanks/Benn get their shit together (thank you, realizations about mortality)

The decade-ish between Dawn Island and current canon: It's a polycule between an Emperor, an Emperor's first mate, and the World's Greatest Swordsman. Who cares if it makes sense to anyone else; it works for them, lol.

If you read this far, thank you, and I hope you enjoyed an unexpectedly long analysis drop for an AU I haven't posted for in a while and mostly exists in my brain right now, haha!

[zayray030]

🐝 anon here

So i love riddle and ace being half brothers aus it gives me joy lmao

This finally has no angst bc I just wanted something silly lol

So like ace and riddle knew about one another but were never able to meet so once all the shit during book one settle they become really close. And for a while everything is great. Riddle has always wanted a younger brother and ace is great at expanding riddle’s worldview. So it’s great but then riddle notices a little shift in ace, nothing bad he’s still the same but he seems a little happier, he’s smiling more and humming more (side note I loooooove that ace hums when happy 🥹). Riddle is pretty dense and it takes cater telling riddle that ace probably likes someone for everything to click. Riddle is more than happy for ace until he notices who is coming around the dorm more: Floyd

Riddle is ✨stressing✨

Floyd is loud wild and unpredictable and riddle is sure he’s gonna lead his baby brother down bad choices. But also, riddle knows ace has a mischievous and rebel streak of his own and those two together???

Riddle is having heart burn he’s aged like 10 yrs and his back is always hurting when he thinks of those 2 lmao

(He eventually comes around to it and adjusts, that is until he sees the way Ruggie has been looking at ace lmaoooo)

Lmao it's so funny to me that I'm getting a ridoace brothers ask when I just wrote the FILTHIEST smut about them 🤣 😂 the duality is crazy

But I can imagine Ace .iljinh his little brother status and mentioning how Riddle tried to kill him multiple times so he can get away things. It irritates the dorm but if they speak on it they get collared.

Personally, I think it would be hilarious that by the end of the year when Riddles parents come to pick him he's this shrivelled old man whilst when Ace's pick him up he looks so pretty and youthful lmao

I can only imagine poor Riddle trying to convince Ace to date one of the first years instead of the second/third years

Like he'll vent to Trey and Cater whilst the two are plotting on ways to get a date with Ace lmao

[ariparri]

Peregrine Pearce - The Puppeteer

The Hogwarts Mystery Cardverse is an AU that takes place in a fantasy land called Cinderhaven. There are five regions, four of them representing a suit of cards; Spades, Clubs, Hearts, Diamonds. The final region representing the Jokers.

Cardverse Masterlist

We finally introduce Peregrine in the AU! He will be known as Peregrine Pearce because we gotta give him a last name. He’s also not related to the McQuaids so his connection with them is strictly through Veruca where he helps her come to terms with everything going on in the country. Also thanks to @carewyncromwell for helping me figure out Peregrine's character!

Note: Sorry there hasn’t been much content for Cardverse or just HP in general. After dealing with someone, and I now no longer associate with them, I lost the motivation to work on any HP related content for a while. I’ll still be making HP content but it won’t be as much as my other fandom stuff. Also sorry there’s no illustration for this man, but I currently got other wips I really need to finish 😖

Peregrine Pearce is a master of duality, seamlessly blending charm and darkness in his role for the Cardverse AU. At first glance, he presents himself as a profound connoisseur, relishing in the intricate style of the trade market and its instruments. With an air of sophistication and class, he holds himself in high regard, showcasing a talent that extends beyond the financial realm.

Having served in the war and enduring the loss of his closest companions, Peregrine Pearce shares a resonance with Rakepick regarding the injustices embedded within the Spades system. His past includes a stint in the military, a chapter he left behind, disillusioned by the pain it wrought. The harsh reality of his experiences, coupled with societal judgment on his poverty and lack of formal education, fueled his departure and entrance into the trades market.

Peregrine embodies the archetype of a puppet master, adept at manipulating emotions and situations to his advantage, yet not devoid of empathy. His emotional detachment, cultivated to shield himself from past mistakes and betrayals, aligns with his pragmatic approach to navigating the complexities of power. The tragedy of his manipulative tendencies manifests in the loss of his friend, a casualty of Peregrine's pursuit of personal glory. Rather than confront the role his actions played, he deflects blame onto the military and the system, reinforcing his emotional distance and manipulation tactics.

As a master of the trade market, Peregrine relishes in the complexities of commerce and finance, wielding his knowledge like a weapon to gain influence and power. He is a connoisseur of strategy, always several steps ahead of his adversaries, and unafraid to play both sides of the board to achieve his goals.

Beneath this polished exterior, however, lies a complex and cunning individual. Peregrine is a dark-minded manipulator who takes pleasure in playing with the lives of others. Peregrine's vanity is evident in his calculated manipulation of others, using flattery and charm to mask his true intentions and bend them to his will. Yet, despite his smarmy demeanor, there is a hint of playfulness in his interactions, a subtle wit that shines through even in the darkest of moments.

His alliances, transient and transactional, serve as shields against vulnerability, enabling him to sever ties when necessary. His allegiance shifts from aiding Rakepick to assisting the rebels, exploiting the chaos for his gain while protecting his involvement. He is a man who thrives in the shadows, pulling strings from behind the scenes to shape the destiny of nations and individuals alike. But beneath the layers of deception lies a man with a heart, however tarnished it may be, and a lingering sense of morality that occasionally peeks through the cracks in his carefully constructed facade. In absolving himself of responsibility for his manipulations, Peregrine perpetuates a cycle of self-preservation and exploitation, masking his own culpability.

Operating in the shadows, he orchestrated a series of recent events that transpired in the Country of Spades to achieve his hidden agenda. His involvement in helping Duncan Ashe persuade Coby McQuaid to run for a pivotal role in the country showcases his strategic mind, setting off a chain reaction that disrupts the country's stability. Peregrine's role as the architect behind the shutdown of the railroad system and the closure of borders, basically ‘throwing out ideas’ for Rakepick to take, highlights his willingness to plunge the region into chaos for his own gain. Manipulating circumstances, Peregrine reveals his prowess as a puppet master capable of influencing key figures which have also led to Rakepick’s downfall.

Despite his darker inclinations, Peregrine displays a unique sympathy toward Veruca and the rebels, particularly in light of the fate of her brother. As a result, his assistance to her, both during and after the war, paints him as a confidant and ally, even as suspicions linger among others. Mostly as he covertly orchestrates numerous schemes against both sides of the civil war.

[pinkprimrose05]

So I've been having random thoughts and ideas (as one normally does, except most of those get scrapped 5 minutes later), and I think I finally found a concept that I can share here.

Now hear me out: A YGO college AU, but with a twist. It's a funny little game club- however, instead of starring the protagonists...

...it's all about the main antagonists.

History major Bakura, who founded the club just to play Capsule Monsters, and ended up with a group of weirdos after several Duels and DnD campaigns and nights of wailing about assignment deadlines. His sharp and creepy demeanor tends to be offputting, but it belies a lonely nerd who only knows how to communicate his feelings through a round of games.

Goth guitarist Yubel, the one nobody knows anything about other than their banger heavy metal music and penchant for weird humor. Rumor has it they've been held back for several years now, but given their oddly low profile, nobody can say anything for sure. Pretty chill player for the most part... but lord help you if you destroy anything on their field by card effect in a Duel.

Engineering alumnus Z-ONE, who has never ever said his real name in the club, and acts very much like a grandpa despite only being 29 (which earned him the affectionate title of Peepaw). You'd think someone of his occupation would be well-studied in their interests and hobbies, but the poor man loses 8/10 Duels simply because he refuses to change his Deck out of sentimentality. Power of promises made to late friends, or something like that.

Security officer Don Thousand, real name Adonis, father of seven and saltier than the dead sea can ever be. This man holds so much spite it's actually impressive, and his only proper vent for it is playing card games with weird teens when his shift ends. He tends to wear a perpetual scowl when out and about -that would explain his generally unapproachable vibe- and yet, for some inexplicable reason, he seems to be a lot less gloomy when it's time to visit the club. Quite curious, indeed.

Fine arts major Zarc, the one theatre kid of all time. Don't let the sweet smile fool you; the guy has an uncanny affinity for villain impressions, and he puts it to good use in all games- with a dash of dramatic flair, of course. That said, this is the same kid who goes all sparkly-eyed if one mentions even a peep of card lore in his vicinity, and melts into an excited little puddle whenever a new set or lore book is released. Thus is the duality of the Supreme King, apparently.

Computer science major Ai, the shiny new freshman on the block, who works at the college cafeteria and already has a (secret) fan club. His natural charisma is just about enough to cover for his crippling lack of social intelligence, and so it comes as a surprise to most that he's a huge tabletop game nerd, despite not looking the part one bit. Please don't tell him that Master Rule 4 was a mistake, though. He literally Will Not Shut Up until he proves you squarely wrong.

[djsherriff-responses]

The duality of Laserhen

Me: Dolph is a character who canonically has been raised to be a weapon and stripped of his autonomy from a young age, therefore struggles to see himself as a person. So in the Laserhen au it’s a character study where Dolph’s role as a weapon is shifted to becoming that of a mother due to forces outside his control. It’s a question of how much he loses himself in that transformation process that eventually lands him responsible for another , much more vulnerable human being , or if he even had anything to lose before that event happens. It’s putting a new perspective onto the trauma Dolph has experienced before the show’s events,  from Eden and Alex. But most importantly, it’s about Dolph reflecting on his mother and her own struggles, Dolph looking back on the choices she had to make now that he has found himself in her position.

Also me: Dolph is a wonderful mommy who loves his babies with his whole heart and he’s gonna have so many babies and he will spoil each one with so much love and he may even have triplets-