#IF ANYBODY HAS ANY PLEASE DO NOT BE AFRAID TO ASK EVEN IF WE DON'T KNOW EACH OTHER

[scoobydoodean]

I think to me what a lot of people who fiercely hold onto the idea that "Cas was right" in season 6 don't get is that the season isn't a cautionary tale about how Cas is always wrong no matter what. It's a cautionary tale about how our own insecurities and hubris and the lies we tell ourselves have room to grow aggressively and loom large over us and take mastery over us when we choose to isolate ourselves and stand alone.

Cas is sitting on that bench alone in "The Man Who Would Be King" and that's his biggest issue. In the past, he had Uriel sitting beside him then Dean sitting beside him then Uriel sitting beside him again. He had Anna's pleading and her calm insistence that he knew deep down what his integrity demanded he do, standing in the snow under flickering street light. In The Man Who Would Be King", Cas sits alone because he has chosen to be alone and not to truly trust anybody (not Crowley, not the angels, not Balthazar, not Sam or Dean or Bobby, not Rachel). When he eventually realized he desperately wanted help, he felt it was too late to ask because he'd already done irreparable damage (he hadn't). And he didn't want any of his friends to be disappointed in him. He decided he couldn't turn back from the path he'd chosen because he'd already walked this far (sunk cost fallacy) and pre-decided that his friend's would reject him, even when it all came to light and Dean still pleaded,

It's not too late. We can fix this.

I think it's telling that Sam's prayer after Cas breaks his brain is what brings Cas back to them.

SAM: Hey, Castiel. Um... Maybe this is pointless. Look... I don't know if any part of you even cares, but, um, I still think you're one of us, deep down. I mean, way, way, way off the reservation, but... Look, we still have till dawn to stop this. Let us help. Please.

Despite everything, Cas's friends are still willing to help him and accept him back into the fold. It was never a story about Cas being so stupid and wrong. It was a story about how isolating ourselves because we're afraid we'd buckle under the weight of all our own missteps and are afraid of being judged and rejected once we've followed the wrong road too far is a recipe for disaster.

[solenstelluna]

I am so sad that Artfight is still 6 months away cause I REALLY want to draw other people's PMD OCs...

[heli-writes]

Seven summers, part 5.

Pairing: Draco Malfoy x female!reader

Summary: Every summer, Draco and y/n meet. First, by pure coincidence, then intentionally. Unbeknown to Draco, y/n's a muggle who has no clue he's a wizard. With the rise of the dark lord, how long can this go well?

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6

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Fifth summer, August.

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Dear Draco,

I hope you're well. I am writing you this letter because I think we should talk about what happened last month.

I'm sorry I deceived you. I never meant to lie to you. At some point, I just didn't know how to say it. I wanted to tell you this summer, I swear! Then we kissed and everything was so different than expected. I just didn't have the courage to...

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Dear Draco,

I know you're angry and you have every right to be. Please believe me when I say I didn't mean to betray you. Actually, until our third summer, I didn't know you were a wizard. I just thought it was a culture thing. Then, after you told me how you feel about muggles, I was afraid to tell you. I thought you'd hate me too. Please, don't hate me. I don't know what...

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Draco,

Please, give me one chance to explain myself. You've left without hearing my side. Hear me out and I promise...

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Draco,

I'm sorry.

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Frustrated, y/n throws her pen onto her desk. There are dozens of crumpled papers around her. In the last two hours, she started the same letter to Draco over and over again but so far, she hasn't found the right words to say. Not that it really matters. Without Draco's owl which regularly visited her for the past two years, she doesn't have a way to contact him. Apparently, wizards don't have a phone. Y/N takes out the trashcan from beneath her desk and swipes all the papers into it in one big swoop. Afterward, she groans and falls onto her bed face down. There's nothing to do in her room but to brood on the whole Draco situation. Supposedly, it is not necessary to mention that she's stuck in her room for two more weeks. After the night her parents had to pick her up at a train station in the middle of the night, of course, her parents asked questions. Questions that y/n couldn't answer without getting entangled in more and more lies. It all blew up in her face when her parents called Olivia's parents. After that, y/n had no other option but to tell them about the boy she's been seeing for a while. A long talk about sex trafficking and teenage pregnancy later, y/n got grounded for three weeks. I suppose I can be lucky I didn't get grounded for the entire summer holidays, she thinks to herself as she turns around to look for her phone only to realize that that's been taken away from her too. Suddenly, she's glad for the communication via owl. At least this way, her parents will find no messages that would incriminate her further. Y/n burries her face in a pillow and lets out a muffled scream.

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One week later

Y/n,

Don't think I am writing this because I have any concern for your muggle self. I don't care if you got home safely or not. Considering I got no news about a dead muggle girl in Salisbury, I suppose you live.

Honestly, I am just writing you this to draw a line under whatever it was that we did the last two years. I suppose even someone like you understands that a wizard like me cannot be associated with a muggle. It's absolutely absurd that I didn't notice it.

Just to make it absolutely clear: Don't tell anybody about me or the wizarding community or I can assure you the ministry will take care of you. Also, we're done.

D.

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Puzzled, y/n blinks at the paper in front of her and then blinks at the owl that is sitting on her windowsill. Why on earth would he feel the need to write a letter like that, she questions herself. Obviously, she shouldn't tell anybody about wizards and after Draco's glorious exit at the inn, it should have been clear that they've broken up. Suddenly, she feels a hot pit of anger swelling in her stomach.

How dare he write a message like that, y/n thinks. Not a word from him for two weeks and then he sends me a threat and a break-up notice?, she fumes. She's not sure why he would risk getting caught writing to a muggle girl in the first place. Draw a line my ass, she thinks and rips up the letter into tiny little pieces. She watches the pieces float silently to her floor. Then, she pushes down her window with a loud bang, and glares at the owl for a few seconds, before turning away and continuing a half-finished jigsaw puzzle.

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A few days later

Y/n,

Since the cover of the wizarding world hasn't been and there are no reports about a crazy woman talking about magic, I guess you didn't tell anybody about us. Good.

You know it really astonishes me how you managed to keep up the facade for so long. I never knew muggles could be this... adaptable. However, I think it was quite a malicious pretense of you. It makes me wonder if anything that you said or did was true. Not that it would matter to me.

Remember to keep quiet. I really can't have a muggle running around blabbering about wizard secrets.

D.

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Y/n feels like she could spit fire. She lets out an angered scream and crumples up the letter. What a dick, y/n screams internally. I get he's angry at me, I get he doesn't want to so me anymore but what on earth is he trying to achieve with these letters?, y/n asks herself. She tries to shoosh Draco's owl away from her window. The owl lifts itself into the air and settles on a branch of the apple tree in y/n's garden. Y/n stares at the owl and the owl stares back. She turns away and throws Draco's letter into the trash bin. The anger made her feel too hot. Pulling her pullover over her head, she stumbles towards her closet and puts on a t-shirt. Meanwhile, she calls Draco all kinds of nasty names in her head. She no longer feels sorry. When she turns around, the owl sits at her windowsill again. Y/n rolls up a magazine and pokes the owl in the hope that it will take flight. The owl looks at her absolutely unbothered. Y/n pushes a bit harder and forces the owl towards the edge of the windowsill. Eventually, the owl gives up and glides to the apple tree again. "Go awaaaaay!!!", y/n yells out of her window and pulls her widow shut with a loud bang.

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Another letter arrived a few days after that. It has a similar tone as the last two with an equal amount of insults towards muggle. Y/n is absolutely fuming. Draco's owl doesn't even bother leaving y/n's windowsill and already made itself comfortable. Y/n glares intently at the owl through her closed window. Finally, she pulls out a sheet of paper and a pen.

Draco,

I get it. I'm a stupid muggle and I shouldn't tell anybody about magic. I get it. You can stop sending letters now. You said we're done so I don't understand why you keep contacting me.

Don't get me wrong - I understand you're angry. I deceived you and breaking up with me is probably the right thing to do. I'm sorry I lied to you but I feel like you don't see why I acted this way. It's not like I knew that you were a wizard when we first met and when I got to know you, you started insulting people like me. What was I supposed to do? Have you ever considered that this world you live in intimidates me? Have you ever considered that maybe I was scared of losing what we had? Because I genuinely cared? I guess not.

Anyways, what's done is done. No need to dwell on it. Maybe it would do you good if you let go. It's time to get back to normal, don't you think?

Y/n.

Contently, y/n reads through her letter again. After folding it in two, she opens the window and holds it out towards the owl. The owl takes the letter without hesitation and takes off. Y/n watches the bird disappear into the grey clouds that hang low in the sky. Eventually, she closes the window and feels calmer than she has since the night at Stonehenge.

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Y/n doesn't see any owl around her window for a little over the week. She's not grounded anymore for a couple of days. She spent the days in freedom by accompanying her mother to the dentist, to the supermarket, and to her auntie Paula. In short: her parents are still keeping her on a short leash. However, today she's allowed to meet a friend. Even if it's just to apologize. She's meeting Olivia in town. Olivia and her already texted after y/n got her phone back. So Olivia knows the gist and luckily she's not angry. Actually, being the teenage girl she is, Olivia is very excited to hear all about the mysterious guy y/n got herself in trouble for. It's the least thing y/n wants to talk about but it's only fair she owes Olivia some kind of explanation.

Y/n is getting ready in her room. Her mother already called her down several minutes ago. Obviously, she isn't allowed to take the bus by herself. Rummaging through her make-up bag y/n is trying to find a lip balm for her purse when she suddenly hears a soft clank on the window. By now, y/n knows the sound all too well. The sound of a beak on glass. She shoots around and is face to face with Draco's owl. For a moment, y/n contemplates not opening the window and leaving the owl where it is. At some point, it must get hungry and fly off again, right? However, curiosity killed the cat and y/n is pretty sure Draco will be the death of her. So she quickly opens the window, rips the letter out of the owl's beak and stuffs the letter into her bag. Her mother is already calling for her again and without looking back, y/n takes off.

"We pick you up exactly at 4 pm and the café, understand y/n?", her mother lectures her. "I expect you both to be there. I want to apologize to Olivia's parents in person.", she tells y/n. Y/n groans and pulls her hood over her face. "Didn't you already apologize on the phone? Can't we finally leave this behind? Obviously, I learned my lesson.", y/n begs. Her mother gives her a sharp look in the rear-view mirror of their car. "That's not of you to decide. You will have to earn our trust back.", her mother points out. Y/n knows her mother is right, but it still feels unfair. It was a horrible experience inside and out and y/n wants nothing more than to just forget about it. Her mother turns her attention back to the road. Y/n crosses her arms in front of her chest. Suddenly, she remembers the letter again. It's still sitting in her bag unopened. Carefully, she takes it out. She holds it low, close to her lap, so her mother wouldn't see.

Y/n,

Meet me today at Trafalgar Square. 3 pm sharp.

D.

Y/n stares at the message in disbelief. Is he joking? Is this some kind of setup? So that they can grab her and make her disappear or whatever wizards do to normal people who accidentally get to know about magic? Yeah, no, I'm absolutely not going., y/n thinks. Somehow she wishes Draco had a phone so that she could react to this message with a couple of middle finger emojis. She crumples up the paper and stuffs it back into her back.

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Olivia's already waiting when her mother drops her off. She even gets out of the car to exchange some words with Olivia and to make sure her parents are really picking her up. Y/n can feel her cheeks heat up with embarrassment. However, Olivia takes it cool. She answers y/n's mother's question politely and acts as if absolutely nothing out of the ordinary happened since the last time she's seen her.

This attitude drops really fast once y/n's mom is back in the car and out of sight. Olivia turns around, makes a squeaking sound, and says: "You need to tell me everything!". Apparently, y/n must've had a really dumb look on her face. "C'mon, y/n! My parents told me all about your lie.", Olivia grins. Once they've settled in a quiet niche at the café, Olivia looks at y/n expectantly. Y/n sighs. After all, she knew she had to talk about this. "Look, Olivia, I'm really sorry about all of this. I shouldn't have you involved in my lie. I-i was stupid and I really learned my-", y/n starts but Olivia immediately interrupts her. "Yes, yes! Save that speech for my parents. I get it, you lied. More importantly, you met a boy.", Olivia says and wiggles her eyebrows. "More like a massive jerk.", y/n deadpans. Olivia nods agreeingly. "And yet you lied so that you can spend a weekend with him all alone.", Olivia grins and gives her the look. Y/n sighs. "It's not like you think.", y/n tries to argue. "Riiiight... that's why you hid him from your parents.", Olivia says and crosses her arms. Y/n sighs and stirs her drink. "Well, fine, we've been together since Christmas and wanted to spend some time together in the summer.", she says defeatedly. "First of all, it's not. Second of all, since Christmas? Why am I only hearing now about it?", Olivia asks. Y/n shrugs. "It's not like I've been seeing him a lot since then. He goes to a boarding school and is only around in the summer and for Christmas.", she points out. Olivia thinks about this for a moment. "So, you've been just texting?", Olivia says unconvinced. "If that's your way of asking if we were screwing the answer is no. We've only been... uh, texting.", y/n says. Olivia crunches her eyebrows. "This is less juicy than expected. But did you kiss? And what about the weekend away? That sounds like a perfect opportunity to lose your v-card.", Olivia keeps asking. Y/n blushes. "V-card? Really? That's so lame, Olivia.". Olivia shrugs. "I'm not saying I'm supporting the patriarchal idea of virginity but the first time is special and exciting for everyone, isn't it?", she argues. Y/n shrugs. "I wouldn't know. Again, nothing happened. We only kissed.", she underlines her point. Suddenly, there's a glint in Olivia's eyes. "Ooohhh... you kissed? Was it good?", she asks teasingly. Y/n snips a small ball of paper at Olivia. "I mean, yes, but it doesn't matter. We broke up.", she says solemnly. "Clearly, otherwise your parents wouldn't had to pick you up at the station in the middle of the night.", Olivia points out, "What happened? You two had a fight?". Y/n shrugs. She feels her eyes burning. She thought she was over it. Really, she thought that Draco's stupid letters made her angry enough to forget how deeply the whole thing hurt her. "Yes. He expected me to be something I'm not. Took of when he noticed and left me behind.", y/n says. Olivia looks at her for a moment. "Let me guess. He wanted to screw you and when you didn't want to he dropped you? Man, guys suck.", Olivia takes a guess. Y/n shakes her head. "No, that wasn't it. He was actually super respectful. It was more like... a rich asshole finding out your common trash.", y/n lies. "Oof... he comes from old money? That kind of guy?", Olivia asks. Y/n nods. "Yup, that kind of guy.", she says. "Well good thing you didn't screw him. Those are the worst baby daddies.", Olivia nods as if she had any more experience with these things than y/n had. "Olivia, can you take this serious?", y/n says frustrated.

Olivia holds up her hands in defense. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry. You're right. ... So you didn't hear anything from him ever since?", she asks. Y/n puffs and puts her hair up in a messy loop. All this talk got her warm. "Oh, I heard from him, believe me.", she says angrily. "That doesn't sound good. What did he say?", Olivia asks. "Oh, he told me what a terrible person I am alongside some threats not to tell anybody.", she tells her. Olivia slurps a bit of her drink watching her intensely. "Ah, afraid about his reputation? So, he's an arrogant prick.", Olivia points out. Y/n nods. "Yeah, and look at what he sent me today.", y/n says and pulls out Draco's note. Olivia raises a brow and takes the piece of paper. "Old fashioned, I see.", Olivia mumbles and quickly reads through the note. "I really don't get it. He tells me he doesn't want to see me anymore and then he keeps sending me messages and now he wants to meet? Why on earth would I want to see him after everything? After he said these terrible things to me?", y/n rambles. Olivia gives her a side-eye and slides the paper back to her. "Well, isn't it obvious?", Olivia says matter-of-factly. "No.", y/n states bluntly. Olivia shrugs. "He's hooked. He doesn't want to mingle with a poor commoner, he's afraid about his reputation but he also can't let go.", Olivia explains. Y/n laughs into her face. "Sure, that's why he keeps lashing out at me.", she argues. Olivia shrugs. "Maybe he's not a good communicator and that's the only way he knows how to keep in touch with you. Or he's too proud to admit he likes you even though you don't have the same social status as him.", Olivia thinks out loud. Actually, she might be right, a voice in y/n's head says. Y/n shakes her head. "So?", Olivia asks. "So what?", y/n asks back. "Are you going to meet him?" Y/n looks at Olivia as if she's grown three heads. "Are you insane? Absolutely not!", she exclaims. Olivia shrugs. "You liked him enough to pull off this big-ass lie to get a weekend with him. And now you don't want to give him another chance?", Olivia questions her. Y/n kneads her hands. "I- it's... Look, he left me at a creepy in, in the middle of the night, in a town I don't know. Then he keeps pointing out what a low-life I am compared to him via text. Why would I want to see him again?", she exclaims. Olivia looks at her softly. "Because you have feelings for him? Clearly enough for his words to still hurt you. You guys could either reconcile or you can give him a piece of your mind.", Olivia argues. Y/n turns her head away like a frustrated toddler. "My mother would ground me forever.", she says. Olivia sighs. "Stop finding excuses to not face him. I'll stay here in case your mom shows up early. It's still early, you can catch the next bus.", Olivia says determinedly. Y/n looks at her blankly trying to come up with another reason to not go, but she draws a blank. "Don't look at me so stupidly, go!", Olivia ushers her.

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Y/n wraps her jacket around her. Even though it's summer and it's warm, she still feels cold. And nervous. And very uncomfortable. Olivia dragged her to the bus stop, shoved her into the bus, and before y/n could fathom what was happening, she was already standing on Trafalgar Square. She tries not to look around and search for him. She doesn't want to look desperate or give him the satisfaction of knowing she missed him, which she, of course, did not.

"Y/n", a familiar voice said behind her. Y/n turns around to Draco standing behind her. Suddenly all oxygen is knocked out of her lungs. She's not sure whether it's because she doesn't know what to say to him or because he is as good-looking as she remembers him. She wished her initial reaction to him would be repulsion, which would be an appropriate reaction she thinks. However, her heart takes a leap and she feels warm in places she shouldn't feel warm at all. Draco doesn't take his hands out of his pockets and y/n doesn't move her arms away from her chest. "You wanted to meet?", is all she can croak out. He nods without looking into her eyes. When he doesn't say anything. "Well, what do you have to say? Make it quick, I'm already in trouble.", she asks. Suddenly, but slowly, y/n can feel her anger returning in her chest. Draco's eyes snap to hers. "Don't you have anything to say?", he asks back. Y/n shrugs. "If you're looking for an apology, I've already given you one in writing.", she bites back. Draco frowns. "Really, that's all you've got to say to me?", he says bitterly. Y/n stares back at him irritated. "Well, what do you want me to say?", she asks.

Suddenly, Draco looks really helpless. "Well... I... you... I thought...", he tries looking for words. Y/n waits patiently. Let him struggle, she thinks. Draco stomps his foot on the ground angrily. "You lied to me!", he blurts out. Y/n huffs. "Firstly, I gave you an apology for that. Secondly, I never claimed to be a witch. You assumed it, which I didn't get at first, and then I just went with it.", she exclaims. Draco looks at her angrily. "Well, why would you go with it? I don't get it.", Draco argues. "Because I was thirteen years old, you just abducted me in a magical alleyway and then you go off about how awful people like me were. I was scared!", y/n blurts out a bit too loudly and Draco shushes her. "You telling me you were scared of me?", Draco hisses back quietly. Y/n lifts her hands above her hands frustratedly. "Yes! Of course! You grew up with magic, it's natural and everyday life for you! It's not for me. It scared me shitless because I suddenly didn't know what's real and possible anymore. Also, you literally told me your kind could wipe us out!", y/n whisper yells back at him. This stuns Draco for a moment. "I didn't say that.", he tells her. "Don't gaslight me, Draco. Yes, you gave me shit about muggleborns and muggles and then you told me wizards could literally wipe muggles off the face of earth.", y/n argues. Draco is quiet for a moment then points out: "If you are so scared of me, why did you continue to see me?". Y/n shrugs. "You're an arrogant prick, Draco, but you're also my first friend since I moved overseas.", she tells him. Draco is too stunned to speak. Y/n pushes her hands through her hair. "Look, I should've told you. Yes, at first I was scared and then... I don't know. You were my friend, Draco, I didn't want to lose that.", she sighs. Draco turns his head away. "That's what I am to you? A friend?", he mumbles. Y/n stares at him in disbelief. He's hooked, that's what Olivia said. Maybe she's right, y/n thinks. "For a while.", she tells him, "Obviously not since Christmas. Which didn't exactly make it easier to tell you.". Draco turns back to without meeting her eyes. "It would've been better to tell me than let me find out his way.", he says. Y/n looks at him softly. "Of course. It's definitely not how I wanted it to come out. But in all honesty... would the outcome be any different if I had told you? You always let me know how little you think of muggles. You still would've broken up with me.", she points out to him. Draco stays quiet and shrugs. "I don't know. Probably. It's not like we could be together like this.", he says. Y/n nods. "Yeah, guess it's against the law for people like us to be together. Your wizard police probably would have to erase my memories or something.", she says. Draco shrugs again. "It's... it's not against the law, actually. There are plenty of mixed couples.", he relents, "But my parents would never accept you". Y/n gives him a confused look. "Your parents?", she asks him. "No offense, Draco, but I don't give a fuck about your parents. I was concerned about you accepting it. You didn't strike me with the open-minded, tolerant mindset, you know.", she tells him. Draco looks away again. He seemed to be ashamed. "Look, I know I said some horrible things, but...", he starts. "But what?", y/n interrupts him, "You made it pretty clear what you think about people like me. Don't try to tell me you've changed suddenly. Because I don't buy it." Draco looks down in defeat. Y/n feels like it's the first time he's been called out on his racist attitude. She pulls her jacket closer around her body. Good, she thinks. "You're right.", he tells her, "And I'm sorry for the things I said. Actually, I've been thinking a lot about it". "About what?", she asks. "Muggles... and you, I guess.", he says. "Elaborate.", y/n simply demands. Draco shrugs and huffs. "Well, you see... I never had any contact with muggles. All I knew about your world, is what my parents told me.", he tries to explain.

Y/n starts shaking her head. "Nu-uh. Don't blame this on your parents. That's an excuse when you're six years old. At some point, you're old enough to question the things your parents say. You're old enough to understand the world and how human beings treat each other", y/n calls him out. Draco nods in defeat. "Yes, and I never did. I never questioned it. But I've been questioning it since I found out you're a muggle.", he tells her. Y/n rolls her eyes. "Oh, so it's been an eye-opening event, yes? Sorry, but years of internalized racism don't go away because you have one friend who is different.", she says bitterly. Draco nods again. "Probably not.", he admits, "but it did change my mind a little bit. I always had this idea how muggles are. You know, dumb, different." "Thank you.", y/n says dryly. Draco takes his hands out of his pocket and waves them in front of him in defense. "No, that's not... ugh. I mean, I realized that you're not that different from us. I mean I didn't notice you weren't a witch for years. I guess I'm the dumb one.", he explains. Y/n shrugs. "Sounds about right.", she tells him. "Doesn't mean you were right to not tell me.", he points out. Y/n shrugs again. "It wasn't. I was a coward and selfish.", she answers. "Sounds about right.", Draco repeats her sarcastically.

They stare at each other for a while in silence. "So, what now?", y/n asks. Draco shrugs. "Good talk, have a good live?", y/n suggests. Draco looks at her wide-eyed. "You want that?", he asks her. Y/n shrugs. "Do we have a different choice? Your parents will kill you when they find out about your muggle girlfriend. And my parents sure as hell will kill me if they find out I'm meeting the guy who stayed with me in an inn all alone for two days.", she declares. "You got in trouble with your parents?", Draco asks carefully. Y/n nods. "Yeah, what did you think? You left me at a magical inn in the middle of the night. Did you think I stayed and went home the next day like nothing happened? I went home in the middle of the night and my lie blew up in my face.", she tells him. Draco looks down ashamed. "I shouldn't have left you there.", he says. Y/n shrugs. "Whatever. Anyways, since our parents will not approve of this, probably better to call it off, eh?", she answers. Draco looks at her. Does he actually look sad?, y/n asks herself. "I mean... what if they don't know?", he asks quietly. Y/n laughs dryly at that. "Yeah, that worked out great the first time.", she says. Draco looks like she hit him in the face. "Because I was ignorant and you kept your secret. But we can do it differently this time.", he pleads with her and y/n thinks that it's a little bit pathetic. Also, she's really glad he is because right now her pride is in her own way. "You call me out when I'm a prick and you don't keep secrets.", he proposes. Y/n shrugs. "How about we both don't keep secrets?", she says carefully. Draco seems to cheer up immediately. "Deal.", he prompts. Y/n gives him a small smile.

Suddenly it's awkward between them. "Sooooo...?", y/n says and makes an awkward hand gesture. "So, we stay together?", Draco ends her sentence. "Yes?", y/n answers. "That doesn't sound convincing.", Draco deadpans. Y/n takes a deep breath. "Yes.", she tells him. Draco gives her a soft smile. "Now what?", y/n asks awkwardly. Draco shrugs. "We hug?", he proposes. Y/N smiley back. "Okay.", she replies. Awkwardly, they step forward and put their arms around each other. For a moment, y/n feels really uncomfortable. Then, Draco's smell hits her and he pulls her closer so that her face rests against his shoulder. Y/n's body instantly relaxes and she hugs him back closer. After a while, they loosen the hug a bit and are face-to-face with each other. "Do we...?", Draco asks carefully and y/n gives him a soft smile. "Yes.", she whispers and pulls his face towards hers. Their lips meet in a soft kiss and Draco leans in. Y/n would've enjoyed the kiss if her phone hadn't started vibrating in her pocket. Draco jumps back immediately. "What's that?", he stutters. "Just my phone.", she tells him and pulls it out of her pocket. It's Olivia.

"Hate to interrupt the moment, but it's half past three. We need to take the next bus back to the café.", Olivia's voice echoes on the other side of the phone. Y/n swirls around and looks around frantically. "On your right.", Olivia tells her and y/n catches her leaning on a streetlamp on the other side of the road. "How did you-?" "Get here?", Olivia finishes her sentence. "Didn't trust that guy and wanted to look after you. Seems like you didn' need me, bravo!", she tells y/n. "But seriously, we need to go." Y/n nods. "Alright, I'm coming.", she replies and hangs up. "I need to go.", she tells Draco. Draco's eyes are fixated on Olivia who gives him a short wave. "Does she know?", he asks her sharply. "About you and me? Yes. About you being a wizard? No. I keep my promises.", y/n tells him. Draco relaxes a bit and turns his gaze back to her. "You have to go?", he asks. "Yes, my mother picks me up soon. I'm already on thin ice with her. I'd rather not know what she'll do if she finds out about this.", she replies. Draco nods in agreement. "When will we see each other again?", he asks her hopefully. Y/n thinks about it for a moment. "Last week of the summer holidays? I might need some more time to convince my parents I won't do anything stupid.", y/n proposes. "Alright. Be careful. I'll send you an owl.", Draco says. Y/n nods and gives him a smile. They quickly hug each other and when y/n pulls away, Draco grabs her face and gives her a long, passionate kiss that leaves y/n breathless. She almost stumbles when he lets go of her. "See you soon, y/n.", Draco says softly.

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In the next few weeks, y/n and Draco frequently exchanged letters. What happened in Salisbury is not spoken of anymore. However, Draco's tone and choice of words slightly changed. No snarky remarks about the muggle world anymore. Instead, he includes lengthy explanations about anything magical. Y/n thinks he is trying a little bit too hard, but is grateful nonetheless. Finally, she gets some context for some things he says. Meanwhile, y/n is a bit more open about her own life. About the movies she watches or the things she does with her friends. In a way, things are better now. Y/n doesn't carry around the weight of constant hiding and doesn't have to be careful about her words. Moreover, in Olivia, y/n finally found a friend who she can giggle about boys with and who can keep a secret.

Y/n and Draco met a few times at the end of August. Y/n showed her some muggle activities and Draco took her to Diagon Alley again and made her try all kinds of magical things. Of course, it's a risk to take y/n to magical places but Draco decided that y/n managed to blindside him for 5 years, others probably won't notice for like 5 Minutes. It's been a bliss, really. Finally, this feels like a real relationship to y/n. They're just some teenagers holding hands and making out and sneaking around their parents. Y/n wished these moments last forever but sooner or later September arrives and Draco has to go back to Hogwarts.

Y/n is standing at King's Cross. Draco and her are hiding behind a pillar at platform 8. He already crossed over to platform 9 3/4 20 minutes ago after saying goodbye to his parents. He came back to say goodbye to y/n a couple of minutes later. "It's only until Christmas.", Draco says as y/n clings to his chest. She buries her face into him. "I know, but somehow this feels worse than last year.", she mumbles. Draco rubs her back and grins. "Geez, I wonder why.", he says. Y/n pinches his arm. Draco lets go of her and rubs her arms. "I'll write you every week, I promise.", he tells her. "You should really get a phone. We could talk every day.", y/n argues. She's been trying to convince him for the past weeks. Communication would be so much easier. Also, her mum gets suspicious about the amount of bird shit that's on her windowsill. Fair enough, she doesn't seem to get that a literal owl is visiting her daughter. Instead, she gives y/n shit about feeding pigeons.

"Seriously, it won't be that bad. School starts soon and then we both have so much school work up our asses, we won't even notice until Christmas comes around.", Draco tries to soothe her. Y/n sighs. "I guess. I'll still miss you.", she tells him defeated. Draco smiles at her softly. "Yeah, I'll miss you too.", he replies. He leans down and gives her a kiss on the lips. Y/n's eyes flicker to the big clock behind Draco. "You have to go.", she points out and Draco nods. Y/n's lips form a thin line. She really hates this. Draco softly strokes over her cheek. "Yeah. See you soon, love. Don't miss me too much.", he says as he turns around to catch his train. Suddenly, y/n's face lits up. "Hey, Draco!", she yells after him. He turns around. "We've survived summer! In contrast to Blaise and that girl!", she yells. Draco laughs and shakes his head. "Well, at least I have something to brag about.", he laughs as he makes his way to platform 9 3/4.

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[svtjinny]

fears of the above : cjy

in which choi juyeon realizes she shouldn't have attended today's going seventeen filming, especially when she has an extreme fear of heights and was chosen as the last member to go bungee jumping. warning : jinny suffers a panic attack takes place during gose ep 38 word count : 1.2k please note that this isn't how all panic attacks are or happen. i am writing this fit to my own experience and this is not the same as anybody else's panic attacks.

At this moment, there was nothing Juyeon could do except regret. Regret playing scissors, regret pushing her hair out of her face, regret even agreeing to come to today's shoot. The only things going through her mind were the words "Why did I say yes?" and how insanely tall the mount is from the ground when you're the one standing on it. Not even her members words of encouragement could get to her at this point.

Just half an hour ago, Juyeon was down there, laughing and playing around with the boys. She was happy, enjoying her time. That was until she was tasked with taking her sweater off without moving her hair with her fingers before, during, or after. Of course, she lost. The second she heard the enthusiastic "Jump! Jump! Jump! Jump!" coming from Seungkwan's stupid button, she began to dread even agreeing to Chan when he excitedly told her about their plans to go bungee jumping as an episode and that "she absolutely had to come!"

Things only got worse when she kept losing in the jumpers' game of rock, paper, scissors. She felt like a fool when she played scissors instead of any other option against Hoshi's rock. The dancer jumped in relief while Juyeon stood there, frozen. It was then Chan and Mingyu knew they were forgetting something, something important.

Back to present time; Eyes, at least thirty pairs Juyeon assumed, were staring at her, ranging from her worried members to the camera men that had cameras pointed right up to the tears about to spill from her eyes. Choi Juyeon, the member of Seventeen that couldn't handle a simple jump off a platform. Choi Juyeon, the member of Seventeen that would be known for her overwhelming fear of heights from the second the episode aired for the public's eyes. Choi Juyeon, the weak member of Seventeen. She could hear the thousands of SNS posts and articles already.

There she stood, lips flat-lined and eyes already watering just from looking at the water below her. Everyone near her stared expectantly, as if they were waiting for her to just break down and quit. Juyeon didn't understand why there were still cameras pointed directly at her face when she was probably about to have the worst panic attack of her life.

"Hyung, I don't think she's 'just scared' anymore. Don't you see her? We can see her shaking, and we're all the way down here." Dokyeom whispered to Jeonghan, who was seated next to them. Jeonghan nodded, agreeing with Dokyeom's words. Whenever the men asked if she was alright, the nearest staff member simply told them "she's just scared, she'll get over it eventually." But this was their sister, and over time they realized something was wrong.

"Wait, you need to get her off there." Chan suddenly sat up from his position on the grass, as if he remembered something extremely important. "No can do, kid." A staff member told him, but Chan responded with a harsh glare before continuing his statement. By now, the other twelve members were looking at him, curious about what he had to stay. "I mean it, now. Juyeon's not just afraid. She's scared of heights. Like, super scared. Terrified." He ran a hand through his hair, exhaling deeply. Now they all freaked, jumping up at the younger's intel.

"A-Are you serious? I can't get off? I can't do this. I'll pay. I'll do anything. Just- just get me off, please." The worker shook his head at Juyeon's words, repeating the same "you gotta jump now that the harness is on and tightened, ma'am" he told her before. Juyeon was sobbing now, legs feeling like jello. And yet there were still cameras pointed at her. Everything felt like it was too far away for her. But it all seemed to be closing in on her too, in a way. The adults around her looked bored now, like they had dealt with this already and didn't want to deal with it again.

Juyeon shakily grabbed the handrails, trying to calm herself down. The chaos in her body was similar to what was going on below her; thirteen boys worriedly asking the staff members what they could do to help.

"Come on, seriously. You can't force her to jump."

"Do you not see her? She's having a panic attack, get her off."

"You can't just let one of us go up there or something?"

By now, there was a whole team of staff members alongside the boys trying to get the youngest down. But somehow, nothing was getting through to the stubborn team of workers. "She's gotta jump." they told the group, standing protectively at the lift.

"Please, I can't do this," Juyeon sobbed, a hand over her face. "I just want to get off!" But she couldn't hear a response, if there even was one, for the ringing in her ear served as a blockage of sorts. The girl was on the ground now, shaking vigorously. Finally, something clicked in the staff members' minds that she wasn't just joking around to get off. It began to become a mess up on the platform, too. Which didn't help at all, might I add.

While the group was wondering what to do, Juyeon sat, still shaking and sobbing, trying to find a way to pull the harness off her body. She just wanted to get down, back to the safety of the ground and her members. Then, she heard something. Like something, or someone, was calling her name.

"Jinny! Juyeon! Can you hear me? It's okay, honey, I promise." As she was processing the person's words, Juyeon felt a set of hands on her own and another attempting to undo whatever hooks and ties were done on her harness to take it off. When she looked up, she saw the faces of Seungcheol, the owner of the hands that held tightly onto hers, Jeonghan, who was currently working with another employee to undo her harness, and Joshua, who was rubbing a comforting hand on her shoulder while trying to talk to her.

"Come, come, stand." said Jeonghan, who somehow was able to work through the tightness of the hooks on the girl's harness and was trying to take it off of her. She complied, wobbly standing up. "I'm scared." were the first words to leave Juyeon's mouth. When the weight of the equipment was finally taken off of her, Juyeon immediately leaned into Seungcheol. "I'm so scared."

"We know. Please don't hide stuff like this anymore. I'm serious, 'Yeon." The use of her nickname just made the girl cling onto the oldest tighter, her head dug into his neck, allowing the man to sit down. "If you ever feel like you don't want to do something you can just tell us," Jeonghan added, squatting next to where Seungcheol and Juyeon sat. "None of us want you to become like this because you felt like you were forced to something you didn't want to." Joshua nodded along with his words, still rubbing Juyeon's back.

The three of them stayed like that for the next few minutes until Juyeon could calm down. Eventually, Juyeon raised her head, wiping her face with the sleeve of her wool sweater. "I'm sorry," she said, standing up. "I made you worry. I'm sorry."

"Don't say that, Yeonie. It's not your fault. Let's just get back down, yeah?" Joshua said, offering the girl his hand with a warm smile. Seungcheol and Jeonghan followed the pair. "Hey, we should totally get ice cream after we leave." The second oldest told them, a slight smirk on his face.

from xia ! : hi i kinda hate this lowkey

[yannaryartside]

Okay. I have doubts and theories.

On Sydney's health issues theory.

So, the spoon theory, the 3 swords heart tattoo, the cabinet full of medicines, the fact that her mom died of lupus, which is a condition that has no cure, you can live with it if managed with medication but makes you more in danger of infections, so you have to live with a certain self-restraint. There may be clues on the show about Sydney dealing with something very serious.

In this scene, in 2x10, many of us thought Sydney was actually reflecting on her fluctuating health. I agree with all of the possible evidence of a serious health issue, but I would like to present my doubts on some parts of that narrative, presented in this scene.

Gifs by riickgrimes.

The first time I saw this scene I thought, "OK, she is saying this because she has never found a boost in the industry, and took a solo adventure and failed, so she wonders if she is even made for all of this. She thinks that the Bear, it's people, and Carmy, is the only environment where she can show what she is made of, and, in her own words, "make a difference." So she is willing to go all or nothing in this one. That is an option for thinking outside the aforementioned context.

Now, if this was a scene about a daughter confessing to his father how she thinks about her mortality because she is sick, it doesn't feel right. Foreshadowing can give clues, but the scenes those clues take place still have to make scenes within a context we may not know about. When we figure out the truth in the future, this scene has to make sense looking back.

So, why is Emmanuel not extremely shaken by his daughter's comment? this is a man who also lost his wife to illness, why doesn't he jump off his chair and hug her and say "Don't worry about it darling, it won't happen, the doctor said..." Sydney (in the way we are interpreting the scene) may have as well said, "Yes Dad, I know I could die tomorrow," and that is quite a statement, as I said, people can live long lives with lupus, so why is she assuming that's not her case? that is a particularly terrifying thought.

So if she is dealing with something that she is afraid will kill her tomorrow, and is talking to her dad about it, I really doubt any father would have reacted in such a nonchalant way, he is calm, and we don't see the concern in his face, or a shadow of restrain because he doesn't want to look worried or afraid. There is a possibility of this scene being incomplete, and editing was done to hide Emmanuel's true reactions from the audience, but I think is unlikely.

Won't Emmanuel be understanding of this tendency of "making everything the thing" if is because of a dangerous illness? I don't think he would even dare to question it. I know at the beginning we see him worried about her overworking, but she has described to him her poor eating habits, and explained why she needed to work so hard. Won't he be more firm about asking her to take her of herself if her heath was that fragile?

So, I would like to present some alternative theories, even though some of them are keep me up at night:

She is sick, but she hasn't told anybody, not even her dad. It may be lupus or another thing. This one scares me a lot, especially if we consider the fact that Sydney has displayed a tendency of not asking for help and running away from forms of affection.

The spoon theory may apply to executive dysfunction related to trauma: we don't know what happened to her, so I would like to keep this option open.

She doesn't know that she is sick: she says "I don't know if I could do another one" in the sense of not making it in the industry, but this is actually a foreshadowing of not knowing her time is running short (please no). I definitely believe that she will give us a scare, some issue that makes her go close to death, she pulls through it, of course, but I see it coming. If it happens right after Carmy and Sydney have "the fight" omg...

She may have survived an accident: I like this one because it could explain the cabinet full of meds, maybe she is still recovering from the damage made to her body, muscle pain, heart-related stuff, who knows. But it also explains her being so conscious about how fragile life is even without any dangerous health issues. She lives all day like it's a gift, not a guarantee, this could explain her "sense of urgency" presented since season 1 (she is anxious to make it on the menu, etc.). This is not a healthy mindset, of course, it's a response to trauma, hence his father not pressing about the comment too much. I also like this idea thematically as well, the idea that a person who thinks life is too fragile will find a partner in a man who lost his brother to suicide, and is probably suicidal himself ("You should be dead", echoing in Carmy's flashbacks, we his chef didn't say that, that's all in Carmy's head). It's like they will be screaming to each other, "Please hold on, to life, to me," Carmy will work on his issues because he wants a life with Sydney and their restaurant's family, and Sydney has found in Carmy's company a new direction in her life, and partnership.

[misslavenderlady]

Hi Lavender ❤️ I have a peculiar writing request for you. You don't have to do this if it's not your thing.

I know you've written transmasc reader, but I'd like to ask you to write a transmasc! Michael x David.

Like, maybe David goes to Michael's house one evening to spy on him or visit or something, only to find Michael getting ready for a bath or bed and Michael gets embarrassed and shy amd afraid since he didn't tell anybody.

David can be all fluffy and tell him it's alright and he has nothing to be ashamed for and he likes amd loves him just for who he is.

Just something really fluffy since I've been feeling awefully dysphoric and depressed lately.

I know this is a lot like my last request, so feel free to take some artistic liberty ~

Love youuu ❤️

- @legal-lost-boy

Take It Like a Man 💪

TransMasc!Michael/David

Summary: David goes by the Emerson house to see his boyfriend, but gets quite a surprise when he walks in on Michael getting ready for a shower. Michael is worried about David's reaction to his body, but perhaps it's the perfect chance to bring the lovers closer~

Thank you @legal-lost-boy for the request! We also talked more over messages, and I got the go-ahead to add smut. So this is both sweet and spicy~

WARNINGS: Nsfw/Smut/18+ Readers Only, TransMasc!Character, No top or bottom surgery, Sneaking in, Spying, Use of a binder, Fear of coming out, Body Insecurity, Dysphoria, Acceptance, Body Positivity, Making out, Nippleplay, Neck kissing, Cunnilingus, Mention of birth control, Shower Sex, Vaginal Sex, Praise kink, Love making, Masculine and Feminine genitalia terms, Creampie, Aftercare

Being insecure had become a foreign concept to David as a vampire. There was no need to be fearful of anything when you were the most powerful creature to walk the Earth. Anyone who didn't like you or judged you for something could simply be crushed like a bug.  

So, he held his head high and didn't let others get to him. David would dress how he wanted, wear whatever makeup and jewelry he liked, and have fun however he pleased. Nobody was powerful enough to stop him from doing what he wanted. He and the Lost Boys were confident and proud of who they were.    

Though he had to admit, he had been thrown a curveball when Michael came into his life.   

It was a bit strange, being in love with a human. Even if David himself had once been human, he had long forgotten what it was like to be such a weak and vulnerable being. Sometimes it felt like he was interacting with an alien. Michael got worked up over the silliest things. If people were looking at him weirdly, if his hair didn't look right, even if he was doing nothing at all, he wanted to see if it was natural-looking.  

Still, David didn't mind any quirks. Michael was his dream guy. He was more than happy to let the human boy be himself. So long as they were together, everything was perfect.    

One night in particular, David was thinking about Michael quite a bit. His mind was plagued with risqué thoughts of the human boy. Even after being with him for a while, Michael was still incredibly shy about getting intimate. Whenever they were making out, he tensed up when David’s hands lingered too low. It was kind of cute seeing him get so flustered.   

Wanting to test his luck and try to get some sugar, David decided to let the others in the pack go off and do their own thing while he paid his boyfriend a visit. He took off into the night for a flight to the Emerson house.   

It was rather late and judging by the lack of lights on, that meant everyone in the family had turned in for the night. That didn’t concern David, as Michael had become quite a night owl since they got together. It was the only time David could see him after all.   

Only a single light was on in the house. After coming over so many times, he immediately recognized it as belonging to Michael’s room. There was no time to waste.   

The vampire slipped in and out of the shadows, stealthily making his way to the side of the house. Though a tree stretched out near the window, David found that it was much easier to just fly up to the upper level of the house. The first time he came by when they started dating, he made the excuse of climbing up the branches. His boyfriend was none the wiser.  

Michael typically didn’t mind whenever David came to visit in such a way. He said it was kind of romantic having his boyfriend come up to his window and sneak in for some alone time. So, David did as he normally would and slipped into Michael’s room, ready to greet the human.  

To his surprise, Michael was nowhere in sight. It wasn’t until he heard a noise in the bathroom attached on the other side that David got a bit curious. The door was open, and the light flipped on, indicating that Michael was inside. If David had been a human, he would have been more considerate of things like privacy.   

But of course, that did not apply to vampires.   

David quietly stepped in front of the door of the bathroom. Sure enough, Michael was standing in the middle of the room, his back to David. The blond didn’t really know what he expected to see, but it wasn’t Michael taking off his shirt. That itself wasn’t the odd part. What threw David off guard was seeing a black binder underneath.   

Michael’s body was toned and muscular, as he was incredibly dedicated to his hobby of weightlifting. But while he was fine letting David admire his strong arms and impressive abs, he had never shown off his chest. It wasn’t until this exact moment that David started to realize why that was.   

He continued to watch in silence while Michael strategically lifted up the material bit by bit until he could properly slip the rest of it off over his head. David was so focused on what was happening that he didn’t even think to look away or step out of the room when Michael began to turn around. The human boy tossed the binder onto the sink counter, and when he did so, David got a full view of just what Michael had been so shy about for so long.   

Michael didn’t have a chest like David and his boys did. It was bigger and both sides went down in a tear-drop shape. Being around as long as he had, David was no dummy to what he was finding out.   

Michael was transgender.   

He didn’t even get the chance to think further about what he was seeing when Michael looked up, eyes locking on him. All hell broke loose at that moment.  

“DAVID, WHAT THE FUCK??”   

Michael went into full panic mode. He immediately shielded his chest with his arms and threw himself behind the door so that his body wasn’t visible anymore.   

“Wh-when did you get h-here? Why the hell were you spying on me?” he asked, demanding an explanation from his peeping tom of a boyfriend.   

“I’m sorry, Michael! I came up like I usually do a few minutes ago, and went to say hi,” David explained. He knew Michael’s heart had to be absolutely racing at that moment. “I didn’t mean to stare. Honest!”   

Michael’s anger began to shift into fear. David had seen him. ALL of him. That meant no more secrets. No more hiding the truth. He had been terrified of how his boyfriend would react to such news. Every time he had thought about sharing who he was, he feared the worst would happen. It was a nightmare trying to hide, but it was better than losing the love of his life.    

A thick lump was stuck in his throat as he held the door with shaking hands. This was all happening so fast. But it wasn’t like he could stay hidden forever.   

“So...I guess...now you know....” he muttered. Michael was fighting with all his strength not to start tearing up. He had taken his father’s ideas of men always being tough to heart and tried his best to act strong and brave to blend in better. It terrified him to be vulnerable like this.   

“That you’re trans?” David asked, cocking his head to the side. Despite the surprise, he still had a smile on his face. He wasn’t being smug like usual; he was just being sweet to show Michael that it wasn’t a big deal to him. “Michael, my love, you didn’t think I was going to react poorly to this, did you?”   

Michael didn’t really have an answer for that. However, the silence he gave was all that David needed to hear. He looked at his human lover from behind the door with softness in his blue eyes.   

“May I come in? I’d really love to see my boyfriend”   

It always made Michael happy to be called that. Being David’s boyfriend felt so right. He didn’t want to lose that. So, he nodded, opening the door for the blond to enter. Though they both stood in the bathroom, Michael kept his arms crossed in front of his chest.    

“Why are you scared, Michael?”   

“Because...you fell in love with a man....and I didn’t want you to see me differently if you knew about....this,” Michael explained. Reluctantly, he stopped covering himself so that David could see what was underneath. He loathed the type of puberty he went through and didn’t always like what he saw in the mirror.   

“Every day I push myself to look as manly as possible. If I fuck up even slightly, I start freaking out. I just...I want to feel like myself. It gets so hard sometimes....”   

Even if David was a bit of a stranger to human fears and desires, he still had enough of a heart to recognize how much this meant to Michael. He didn’t like seeing the boy he loved feel so insecure about his body.   

It made him want to show Michael just how much he adored every part of him.  

“Michael,” he drawled, moving closer to the human boy. His gloved fingers traced over Michael’s bare ones before taking them to hold as he had done many times before. Michael chewed on his lip in fear when his chest was exposed again, yet David still smiled lovingly.  

“You’re always going to be my dream guy. I could never stop loving you. After all, you're perfect inside and out.”    

Whenever David sang sweet praises his way, Michael couldn't stop blushing. Seeing him react in such a way only made David want to do it more.   

"C'mere. Let me kiss you, handsome," David purred. He tugged Michael closer to him, allowing a sweet embrace before pressing their lips together.  

Even with his insecurities and his fears, Michael always let go of any negative feelings when David kissed him. It was so soothing getting held in the blond’s arms and kissed like it would be the last time they ever got the chance. His body practically melted into David’s touch while his fingers slipped into the platinum locks of hair.   

David felt himself smirk into their kiss, feeling proud of himself for getting Michael to relax. He pushed the brunet up against the wall of the bathroom, moaning with delight as he ravished him more. After feeling a flat chest against his own for so long, it was a pleasurable surprise to feel the softness of Michael’s naturals pressed into him. They were quite big and perky, and he’d be lying if he said it didn’t turn him on.  

He released Michael’s lips to kiss down his stubbled jaw and over his throat, nibbling on the sensitive skin. While Michael moaned in pure pleasure, David started to get handsy, grabbing at his chest like he wanted to do for so long. Michael trembled, a flash of fright rushing through his head. Nobody had ever touched him like this before.   

“Don’t you worry, baby,” David cooed, pinching and toying with Michael’s nipples. “I’m gonna worship your body and let you know just how much I love you. Make you feel like a real man~”   

Saying that was all David needed to do to have the cute human wrapped around his finger. Michael whimpered with lust, pushing himself more against David’s body. It felt like his skin was burning up. He had an immense need to quench the thirst that was building inside.   

“P-Please, David...”   

“Please, what? Tell me what you want, Michael~”   

“Make me....feel good....I don’t care how, just...PLEASE”   

David was more than happy to give what was asked of him. With his own desire burning inside, he hurriedly stripped off his clothes. Jackets, shirt, pants, shoes, all of it got tossed aside onto the bathroom floor. His cock was already aching hard from just the smallest touches. Michael was such a hunk; it was impossible not to get turned on looking at him.  

The two of them got back to their kiss as soon as David was fully naked. Michael sighed when he felt David’s cock press into his thigh. He had touched it over the leather pants David often wore but feeling it like this was even better.   

For so long he hid his own body from his boyfriend, but now things weren’t as scary as they were before. David reached down to tug at Michael’s jeans, clearly eager to see all his body too.  

“Mmmh how about we get you outta these and I get you in that shower for some good lovin’. Sound good, Michael~?”   

Goosebumps were peppering Michael’s skin as nervousness and excitement mixed in his stomach. This was such a big step. It would not only be his first time showing a romantic partner his body, but also his first time going all the way.    

David must have sensed such worries because he doubled down on his affection. He slipped his hands behind Michael’s jeans, squeezing eagerly at his ass as he pressed his lips to the shell of his ear.   

“Don’t be scared, my love. I’ll go as slow as you want me too. Whatever you desire, I’ll give it to you. You’re in good hands, I promise.”   

A newfound burst of desire spread within Michael's body. He trusted David. The guy was an intimidating, punk-looking gang leader, yet Michael didn't feel any less than safe by his side. He wanted David to make him feel good. Make him proud of his body.   

"Let's do it~"   

David wasn't going to waste a single second with this opportunity. He tugged off his gloves so he could properly feel everything. He swiftly pulled Michael's jeans and briefs downward, letting the last of his clothing fall to the ground. Sure enough, Michael had a delicious-looking slit in between his legs. His clit and lips were glistening with wetness for David.  

It made the vampire absolutely ravenous. He chuckled in excitement as he pulled Michael into the glass shower, hurriedly turning on some soothing, warm water to help heat things up. While Michael pressed his back up to the shower wall, David immediately got to work.  

"Gonna suck this fat cock in between your legs, handsome~" he growled in between the kisses he trailed down Michael's chest and stomach.  

Michael's legs were trembling, but David soothed him by rubbing his hands along the bare flesh. He was on his knees with the warm water raining down onto his skin.  

With a wolfish grin, he went in and took a deep taste of Michael's dripping cunt.  

"OH SHIT!" Michael cried out. His body wasn't used to such an intense sensation. Without even thinking, he gripped a fist full of David's hair. Whimpers and sighs poured out of his mouth as David worked his magic.   

The vampire was already intoxicated by the taste. He greedily ran his tongue over the folds and slipped it inside Michael's hole. He growled with delight as he sucked on the tender clit, making a point to be as loud as possible with his slurping. It was important Michael knew how delicious he tasted.  

"Jesus fucking Christ, I….I didn't realize this…ooohh…would feel so good!" Michael barely got out. His body was shivering in delight and his voice trembled as he spoke.  

"If you want, I'll give ya head every night, Michael~" the blond said, winking up at his lover. He added a long, slow lick upward before giving Michael's clit a teasing flick. With how skilled David was, there was a good possibility that he would take him up on that offer.  

Michael let his head fall back against the shower wall. The sound of the running water blended with his moaning and pleas for more. He gripped David's damp locks harder as his climax drew closer.  

"D-David! I…fuck, I'm gonna cum!!"   

That was the vampire's cue to go harder than ever. He kept Michael's legs in a vice grip and growled with desire as he tongue-fucked the guy. Michael’s taste was so delectable on his mouth, and he was determined to get more.  

It was all that the human boy needed to be pushed over the edge. He cried out in pleasure as he came hard, slickness thoroughly coating David's mouth and chin. By the time he was finished it felt like his legs were going to give out.  

"Fuuuck me, you taste incredible, baby!" David said, licking his lips in delight. "Got my whole damn beard soaked. So hot~"  

Michael's face was quite red. He would have blamed it on the heat of the water but they both knew that wasn't it. David had him incredibly hot and bothered. Even after the rush of orgasm, he still wanted more.  

"Awww does my handsome boy need some extra attention~?" David cooed, rising back up to his feet. He loved how Michael whined when he kissed him, both from the teasing and for the taste on his lips. It wasn't bad, just a new experience.  

"Y-Yeah…David, please…God, I need you to fuck me," Michael all but begged. He was kicking himself for not telling David sooner. One taste of pleasure and he was already hooked.  

Not that David minded, of course.  

"Ya got any protection, love?"   

"Actually…I’m on birth control…" Michael admitted sheepishly. "I wanted to be prepared whenever this day would come…if you would want me."  

David had to keep himself from cackling at such an absurd thing. To think that Michael of all people was worried that he wouldn't be desired was absolutely ridiculous. From now on, David was going to step it up with all the affection he gave the guy.  

"Of course, I want you. I need you. Now let me show you how desirable you truly are~”  

The vampire gave the faucet a slight turn, letting the water get a bit hotter. He loved how Michael looked, all flushed and needy for him. Getting things a little extra steamy would make it that much more enjoyable.  

David pressed himself against Michael, kissing him deeply once again. As their tongues slid together, he gave himself a few quick strokes. The sooner he was inside Michael, the better. Michael was ready to follow along, letting his arms wrap around his neck while David released his cock in order to have both hands free. The blond grabbed onto Michael’s sides, hoisting him upward so his legs could lock around his hips.  

“David~” he sighed out, ready for whatever was about to happen.  

Who was David to keep his beloved waiting any longer? 

While holding on tightly, David pushed his cock slowly into Michael, groaning out as he did so. Michael was absolutely soaked. It made slipping inside feel extra special. Not to mention the way he was clenching around his cock was making him drunk with desire.  

"Ho-Holy fucking hell…~" Michael stuttered. He had toyed with self-pleasure before, but this was far better than anything he had experienced.  

"That's a good boy," David moaned, giving Michael another kiss. "Now hold on tight to me while I make ya feel like a king~" 

The two of them were already making the sweetest noises as David began to pump his cock in and out. His hips.moved skillfully, rocking at just the right pace.  

"Ooooh God, David….yesss~" Michael sighed. His head was thrown back as he lost himself in his haze of pleasure. David was filling him, giving plenty for his cunt to squeeze around. The deeper he fucked, the better he felt.  

The two worked together beautifully. David pushed Michael up against the glass, letting the steam consume them as he claimed his lover. Michael grabbed on as tight as possible, fingernails scraping down the pale skin. It was all absolute bliss.  

As the pleasure grew stronger, the two of them got louder. Determined grunts, needy whimpers and plenty of uses of their names flowed like a song.  

"Michael…oooh my Michael~" the blond growled, thrusting faster. "You feel so fuckin' warm….mmmf…even hotter than the water. Makes me wanna fuck this perfect cunt all night. I'm so…oooh…goddamn lucky to have a man like…y-you~" 

The more sensual things David sang his way, the closer Michael got to his second orgasm. He gripped his arms and legs around the blond as tightly as possible. It was happening so fast, and he wanted to brace himself.  

"David! Fuck me, David…I'm so fucking close…cum inside me!!" he pleaded. Moments after he said that, he was beginning to feel the all too familiar rush hit him once again.  

That was all the vampire needed. With just a few more thrusts, he was catching up to his boyfriend. While Michael came on his cock, David thrust himself as deep in as he could go, marking him with his warm cum.  

"FUUUCK!! Oohh fuck, I love you!!" David growled. He was so close to letting his feral side show. 

It was all so intense for the young lovers. Everything around them was a blur while pure relaxation enveloped them both. Though they were panting and leaning against the wall to support their weakened legs, both boys were completely satisfied with what happened.  

David was always a doting boyfriend to Michael. He proved as such when he used the water and some of Michael's shampoo and soap to lather the boy up and get him cleaned. All the while he was so gentle and adoring. Every inch of Michael's body was washed with the utmost care, especially the parts he'd been scared to show before.  

Michael was in heaven. There was nothing to be scared of anymore.  

Once they were both cleaned off, Michael let out a soft yawn. Clearly the sex and the bathing had relaxed him enough for a good night's sleep. The best part of getting into bed with David for some cuddling meant that now he could do it without hiding under baggy sweatshirts.  

The two of them could be bare and vulnerable. He trusted David with his identity, and after everything, he truly felt better about himself.  

"God, I'm so lucky to have a stunning man like you, Michael," David whispered into his ear. His fingers brushed through dark brown locks of hair to lull Michael into sleep.  

"You are truly a perfect guy. I'm gonna remind you every single day how hunky and strong and incredible you are."   

With each sweet nothing shared, Michael drifted deeper and deeper into sleep. Tonight had been perfect. Everything he had wanted with his love had gone so well. Now he would have the sweetest dreams to remember it by.  

As he finally drifted off and began to softly snore, David took the opportunity to whisper one last thing in his ear. Something Michael wouldn't hear but would mean a lot for him to say.  

"I have a secret too. I'm a vampire, Michael. I know what it's like to be scared of telling people you love the truth. But I hope one day you'll accept me for who I am just as I've done for you. My truly perfect man…" 

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[resi4skz]

This is just a PREVIEW! I'm working on so many oneshots and fanfic series so time is an essence!

Pairing: Chris Bang x Ariel Carter (OC), Han Jisung x Gianna Reagan (OC)

"Oh for fuck sake," I groan as I grab my phone. It had been ringing non stop all day today and I couldn't afford to lose any time. I had a lot of orders that were pending and I was on the last decorations for the third order when my phone rang.

But it was a number I didn't recognize. "Hello?"

"Is this Ariel Carter?"

"This is she."

"My name is Dr. Bahng from Blueprint General Hospital."

I freeze. And my heart starts beating faster. "I'm calling in regard of Ms. Gianna Reagan."

My heart drops and blood drains from my face. No. Please. Not her. "Are you sitting down, Ms. Carter?

"No."

"I suggest you si-"

I cut him off. "Just tell me."

I hear him sigh on the other end as tears threaten to fall down my cheeks. I clutch my phone tighter. "I'm sorry but Ms. Reagan is currently in a coma but in a stable condition."

"Coma?" I asked. "Wait, what happened?" If that son of a bitch touched her again....

"She was found laying outside the ER entrance in a bad shape. She's got a few broken ribs and a broken arm but the majority of the trauma was to the head."

Tears fall down my cheeks as a sob escapes me. I swear to god if I see Mark, I'm gonna kill him. "When can I come and see her?" I asked, wiping my cheeks.

"That's what I called. Because there are some forms that need to be filled out," he replied.

"I can be there in 20 minutes."

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I don't know how I managed to drive to the hospital but let's just say I broke a few traffic laws. Making my way through the ER, I asked for Gianna and I was told to wait for the doctor. I'm not great with waiting so I called my other best friend. "Hannie."

"Noona, what's wrong? What's happened?"

"Gianna. She..." A sob escapes my mouth.

"Where are you?"

"Hospital."

"I'm heading there now." The line goes dead and I start pacing on the floor. I need to see her to confirm that it was Mark. That bastard. I told her to break it off the first time he raised a hand on her. But knowing her, she wanted to give him another chance. That chance turned into many and 2 years later, this was the outcome. "Fuck, Gianna. You should've called the cops or me or anybody."

"Ms. Carter?"

I turn around and my breath hitches in my throat. Brown styled hair, blue scrubs on with a white coat on top. "Yes?"

He gives me a quick smile. Holy dimples. "I'm Dr. Bahng, the one who spoke with you on the phone?"

"Ah, yes! How is she doctor?"

"Her vitals are good and her brain activity hasn't improved much so we can't really know for sure when or if she'll wake up."

"Please," I say, eyes full with tears. "She's.... she's the only one I have. Please, save her."

"Ms. Carter, I'm doing everything I can to make her comfortable as possible. And I will make sure she wakes up, no matter what, yeah?"

I didn't even realize that he had an accent. It was laced with honey, very intoxicating. "Can I see her?"

"Of course. Let me tell one of the nurses and she'll take you to her," he replied and smiles. "I'll check up on her in a bit."

"Thank you."

As he leaves, I see Han running towards me, wearing a hoodie and jeans. "Noona!"

"Hannie."

He crashes into me, enveloping me in a hug. I hug him back, burying my face into his shoulders. "Is she..?"

I shake my head. "She's in a coma. That fucker put her in there!" I cry our, tears flowinf down my cheeks.

"It's okay, noona," Han says softly, rubbing my back. "She'll be okay. She has to be."

Sometime later, the same doctor comes into the waiting room. He sighs as he closes the door behind him. "Ms. Carter, I'm afraid I have some bad news."

"Is she okay?" I stand up, feeling a bit dizzy but it goes away after a second.

"Unfortunately, Ms. Reagan's brain activity isn't improving," he replies. "But I am doing everything in my power to make sure she wakes up."

"Please." I sob, clutching my arms and Han stands beside me. "Save her."

"The swelling in the brain isn't showing improvement at the moment. I'm putting her in 72hr watch for now."

"Thank you," Han says on my behalf.

"I can't," I say, the dizziness coming back.

"Noona?"

Gravity takes me to the ground, a pair of arms go around me as a pair of arms go around me.

TO BE CONTINUED....

[lawlietscaramels]

This may be a weird request, but I wanted to combine one of my favorite anime’s with one of my favorite mythical creatures so here we go lol. Sfw please! Also I hope all who are reading this have a nice day and God bless!

Do you think you could write a Death Note scenario where L (and if you want to add any of the other characters you can too!) finds out that the reader (who is a member of the task force) is a werewolf? However they aren’t naturally evil or aggressive in any way, but they are afraid that people would become afraid of them or try to capture them if the world found out. Since many stories focus on werewolves being bloodthirsty monsters. So they try to hide it. What would L think of them? Would he be afraid of them? How would he find out? Would he help them keep their secret or would he tell the others about it? Would the reader give him a strawberry if he kept it a secret?

Werewolf! ╾ L

reminder to all I don't write sexual NSFW. (Well, I suppose I am a risk of writing gory NSFW.) but I'm pretty sure this ask was sent before I wrote of α and β, so, yeah, nonsexual is all I write :P

Content warning: menstrual cycle & L being weird about it mentioned in dot points 2 & 3.

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Werewolves watch out, because if you think L won't notice that one of the very few people he's working with is conspicuously absent every month... you are dead wrong

Though, if our werewolf is liable to have a menstrual cycle, L is probably going to assume it's something to do with that.

Until he gets weirded out that it's only one day, not two or three, and starts tracking your mood, and then........ it doesn't always seem to align. Suspicious.

So.

I wonder what you would do, actually, if you were trying to hide werewolvishness from L? It'd be hard. You'd probably have to leave the building entirely, because mans got cameras, but that'd be quite suspicious too.

All this to say, the wolf is not in the bag for long. (like. like letting the cat out of the bag. but. werewolf. i think I'm funny)

Though, even having had to acknowledge the existence of Shinigami, I think L is likely to kind of hide from the logical conclusion of "werewolf" as long as he can. His world has already been tipped on his head. What's next, fairies? Money at the end of rainbows? Unicorns? Well, those things aren't as bad as werewolves or gods of death.

All that to say, he wouldn't let himself come to the conclusion until he actually saw you in wolf form. I think he'd shriek, kick your nose, and climb onto something.

he's so silly. i love him.

Anyway. L is definitely wary.

He probably wouldn't say scared, as much for pride as for anything else, but he also figures if he hasn't been violently attacked yet it's unlikely an animal much stronger than he is trying to trick him when it can use brute strength.

After being reassured and calming down – which only happens once you are in human form and he's 50 metres away from you – L is very curious. He asks 1001 questions.

He also understands why you'd want to keep it secret. Anybody would have a bad reaction to a werewolf, right? He wouldn't tell others – except maybe Watari and the Task Force, though for the latter he'd strongly encourage you to do it. It's not smart to be a dangerous-looking wolf around men with guns, you know. But apart from that, it's your secret.

L remains very curious. Every day he seems to have a new question.

What about vampires? Sirens?

Does your fur shed? We might need to keep you outside.

Do you ever eat raw meat? Does it make you sick in human form, or is your body as strong as a wolf's either way?

I think the reader should really give L a strawberry cheesecake for keeping a secret like this.

But yes! Terrified initially, but in the end reasonable. I was initially going to say he'd probably confine you, and he'd definitely do this if there was any possibility of the werewolf in question attacking someone or losing their human-mind, but thinking over it while writing I figured 1) he couldn't overpower a wolf haha and 2) if there was no reason to, he wouldn't want to. It's not very nice. If there was reason he would, of course. Safety above all else.

This was fun, thanks for the ask!

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𝖎𝖋 𝖞𝖔𝖚 𝖑𝖎𝖐𝖊𝖉 𝖎𝖙 ˏˋ⋆˖⁺˖⁀➷ 𝖕𝖑𝖊𝖆𝖘𝖊 𝖗𝖊𝖇𝖑𝖔𝖌 + 𝖋𝖔𝖑𝖑𝖔𝖜

[linolinoing]

[ hey, you dont have to post this, i just wanted to say smth in response to some other asks ive seen you get. im just saying things in a monotone btw pls dont read this with any sort of extreme tone /gen. ]

all of them are older than me, and i am an established adult. they know the real world. i see not a single reason you should expect them not to.

chan is just as online as your average stay. felix is all over tiktok. students in a south korean university are demonstrating so noticeably news of it have reached people all over the world. and they are in south korea. they would have heard of everything by now.

chan has a habit of doing things jyp doesn‘t want him to do if he wants to do them bad enough.

i dont think anybody forced them to do this collab.

i dont think they secretly hated it. theyve mentioned wanting to collab with this guy before multiple times; i remember at least two.

3racha and skz have brought insane success to jype with all four of their most recent comebacks. jyp has his flaws, but i don‘t think hes an unapproachable tyrant. other jype artists have talked abt negotiating things with him pretty easily.

i personally dont believe they tried to object to anything theyve recently done, cc or this. i wish people would stop acting as if theyre literal slaves. theyre in a good position in the company and the industry at large.

if they truly wanted to object, i believe they would have.

hard is just something this sort of thing is. no matter who, what, or where you are.

[ all of our takes are more or less speculation, this is just my two cents. i would be happy if you would share them, but do with them what you will, its your blog. have a good day ]

About your second message - don't worry it didn't come of that way at all and please don't feel stupid for voicing your opinion!

I definitely don't think they were against any of the collabs they did, but unfortunatly there's still a lot of people who live in their own bubble and don't check the world news, so I wouldn't be surprised if they didn't know what companies are being boycotted.

Most kpop idols stay silent about pretty much all social and political topics, most can't even say outright what their own beliefs are. However there are idols who do speak up - Fatou from balckswan, BM from kard, Suho from EXO to name a few that I can think of. Can it potentially cause consequences for them? Yes. And they still did it. Until a few days ago people weren't event asking kpop idols to speak up, mostly fans were asking companies to divest from working with zionists.

It's pretty obvious 3racha like puths music and were happy to collaborate with him and judging by how many stays didn't know anything about what puth had said in the past, I don't think 3racha knew either. BUT there's is no way they don't know now. When skz were on stationhead today a lot of stays commented about Palestine and the boycott, even tho comments were going really fast, it was very noticeable. Will they stop all the promotions? No. Will jype release a statement? No. They're just going to keep on promoting this collab, remixes will be realesed soon, they're sending this song on radio and performing it on 15th, and that's only what we know of. I kinda feel like even after the promo period they will still perform this song, maybe at the festivals, maybe even on upcoming tour. Also they're spending a lot of time in ny right now so I'm afraid this is not the only weird move that we will see from them, cuz if this song is sort of a pre realese for the album then idk what kind of an album is waiting for us. I hope I'm wrong about that, but i guess we just have to wait and see

[anxiously-sidequesting]

Hiiii

I'm curious what you think about Pirate101 - specifically, if you think there's a distinction between "young pirate" and "young wizard".

In both games the protag is referred to as "young" by lots of characters, but in Pirate this was already old enough to be (infamously) arrested for brawling/smuggling/treason/dueling/hoodoo, as well as lead their own crew. Personally that feels like an indication that being called "young" doesn't make them a kid, or at the very least it feels very older teenager/young adult-ish. In a similar vein, I feel like the wizard wouldn't be elementary school age or anything (although no matter how old they are they're still under-equipped to be saving the world but that's not really the point).

I hope I don't offend you, and you're free to headcanon what you like of course, since they will never have a canon age so to speak. But personally given that context I just can't see the wizard protagonist being as young as everybody says that makes what they're being put through so much worse.

HIIII THANK YOU FOR THE ASK and please don't be afraid of offending me!!! Literally the only way to do that is to break into my house and kill my family so you're good 💖

So first thing's first my first answer will disappoint you because I don't play Pirate101 and so I know fuck all about it HALANDIEKE I get the general gist of the tutorial (i played through that) and everything but I could not tell you anything about what I think about how the YP interacts with people or how they feel or what the general vibe is because I dont know that. Like at all. Feel free to send me stuff about canon I'd love to read it and form my own opinions 💖

As for the ambiguous age of the wizard yeah it can be confusing. Because since the game is primarily designed to have the protagonist be You instead of any set character there's no consistency as to what the canon age of the wizard is. It really just all depends on what you WANT the Wizard's age to be; whether that's your age when you started, your current age, a separate age for a separate OC, etc. Like you said other than the prefix "Young" we really have no idea just how "young" young really is

So yeah I've heard that the Pirate is arrested for crimes and is in jail, and you're right it's hard to imagine someone like 5-11 being in jail for organized resistance of the Armada. And like, in my opinion, that's only because a little child would most unlikely have that intelligence or be cognizant enough to do things like that. So yeah a teen or young adult would work better in my opinion

But like here's the thing, and this is my personal opinion - I don't consider P101 and W101 protagonists to be parallels. Like just because the P101 protagonist may be in the adolescent stage doesn't mean the W101 protag couldn't be any younger, or older.

Especially since there's a difference between the canon protags already. While the Pirate was canonically organizing and participating in the resistance by themselves or with a skilled team, the Wizard was just all of a sudden poofed there. The Pirate has prior training and homeland advantage. The Wizard does not.

I don't really like comparing traumatic experiences between people personally (even though these charas are fictional) but I feel like. Subjecting someone to a war when they've had war experiences vs. someone who has never been in a war before/has no idea how to practice magic is a HUUUGE difference. Not like the former isn't bad by itself but yeah. The Wizard came from Earth, INVOLUNTARILY, and without their permission is thrust immediately into a bad and dangerous situation with no prior experience, training, or preparation. It seems like the Pirate, to me, chose willingly to fight in the Resistance and knows how to defend themselves. There is a huge difference there

And whether or not you headcanon the Wizard to be a child or not I do half agree with you that subjecting such a young person, OR ANYBODY for that matter, into a situation as dangerous as war is a terrible thing to do I get it. But, and this may be unpopular, I'd have a bit more sympathy and alarm for someone who was forced/pressured into it, someone who was unprepared, rather than someone who was already used to it, training for it, organizing plans for it.

So yeah regardless of age, there's a huge difference between both canon protags of both games. I personally feel what the Wizard has to deal with is much worse. Their only "support" system to start out with is a complete stranger who (in post-update) gives them no choice, decides their fate FOR them, and expects them to HURRY UP about it. The Pirate AT LEAST has a crew and other people who literally care about them and back then up and fight WITH them. The Wizard starts out with no one by their side.

So yeah that's just my personal opinion. And this isn't to like bash anyone on the head who thinks any different or has a different story than canon at all 💖💖💖 this is just how I feel. BUT THANK YOU FOR THE ASK IT WAS A VERY COOL ONE TO ANSWER!!!!

[torneye]

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[2n2n]

You don’t talk much about Mitsuba… could you do a small analysis please? 🙏🙏

Sure…. It'll be skewed to what I'm interested in. It will not be small because I cannot control myself in that way. I'll link you some previous chatter I remember, too.

reassessing Hell of Mirrors moment, after we've learned about Mitsuba's diet.

thinking about his power's possible utility

discussing Mitsuba and Tsukasa's dynamic

discussing compatibility with Tsukasa (and a followup, thinking about Tsukasa's gradual influence on Mitsuba)

"is Mitsuba gay" question, which goes into Mitsuba's problems of being overly negative and rarely giving us clues to what he'd like.

Mitsuba … Mitsuba, like a lot of the boys in this manga, struggles with vulnerability, or really thinking about or expressing what he wants. I'm not sure if Mitsuba knows himself well at all.

For Hanako, he's always chronically avoided vulnerability just as a personality trait, and it's compounded by whatever happened between him and Tsukasa. He seems afraid to attach to anything, and being a kaii, convinced it's not possible for him. I would say he has a sort of typical 13-year-old-boy mindset; he doesn't want to feel exposed. I joke that Amane has an alpha male kind of insecurity … he likes to feel in control, of his emotions, of narratives, of other's perceptions of him. He doesn't like to feel a lack of control, he doesn't like to feel things unexpectedly.

For Kou, he's a spoiled and coddled boy, whos life has been shielded from much pain and strife by Teru. Though, he also just has some masculinity issues, lashing out violently or angrily when he is upset, sees crying as shameful. Unlike Hanako, he's too stupid to meaningfully gain control of anything through manipulation or tactful displays, or construction of a facade, so he's more likely to scream to assert dominance in an interaction, and throw his weight around. He doesn't want to be seen crying and he doesn't want to admit when he loves something, because it's embarrassing. Now, I can't blame Teru entirely for Kou's problems, because TERU HIMSELF is an emotional and expressive person, openly needy and whiney towards the people he loves in some circumstances (he hides his struggles, but not his love). Yookoo and TooKoo or whatever are also Kou's friends, but don't seem to help with the intimacy; we can assume they just don't talk about real shit or try to work on Kou's issues. Probably it's just a meaningless casual friendship without any particular emotional value. They eat, lunch.

For Hakubo, he was raised to not understand himself as a being capable of love or emotions (dehumanized at large), and he isn't consciously trying to hide or run from anything, he's just ignorant. He spends his life not asking questions or learning about himself, because nobody asked him to-- not out of a fear or reluctance towards love or vulnerability.

For Mitsuba, he lacks experience in intimacy, and he doesn't trust anybody. Nobody has ever shown Mitsuba that it would be a good thing to be honest, or talk about his feelings. He has never had close friends, nor loving siblings, like Kou. But again, we can't completely blame his life circumstances, as Mitsuba's nature just is cocky and bratty, reluctant to be sweet and complimentary, even towards someone openly loving, like his mom, or someone gentle, like Nene. He's a defensive boy, and he's quick to accuse others of having underhanded motives (being perverted or whatever...) if they do show interest in him ... it's hard to talk to Mitsuba about anything, because he's likely to turn it around on you defensively, and insult you or interrogate you. His nature completely repels people, completely locks out intimacy, and he figured that out, at one point in his life. He can't really find a middleground between being genuine (defensive, bratty, insulting), and being fake (polite, soft-spoken, considerate). For whatever reason, Mitsuba swings between extremes, but people don't like either extreme.

I don't see anyone talk about it … but Mitsuba actually likes and trusts Nene quite a bit, and is a little gentler on her than he is with most. Nene is the current Mitsuba's first friend (not Kou!), and as she never met the previous 'Mitsuba(s)' properly, Nene never makes him feel like a replacement or fake. When talking to Mitsuba's mother, Nene shares stories of the current Mitsuba freely, because Nene sees him as the same as the living boy lost. Kou does not, because he's waffling on Mitsuba's authenticity. That creates friction and pain between Kou and Mitsuba.

After becoming No. 3, Mitsuba seeks reassurance and praise from Nene specifically (after saving her!)

Given what we know transpired earlier (Mitsuba likely going full-on ravenous beastmode on a corpse AND LIKING IT), Mitsuba is hoping he didn't fuck up or make a wrong decision to wish for what he did. He is worried about being a monster, to her, now.

Nene looks at him with worry and concern, confused (his appearance is so changed). I think this is slightly sad for Mitsuba (I think ideally... he'd have liked Nene to respond with 'whoa, cool, that's great, hooray! but of course, it's a complicated situation).

The little we know about Mitsuba's life previous to any of this, is, that his father is no longer a part of his family. He was a photographer, and Mitsuba picked up his camera and got into photography himself.

Mitsuba's natural personality is cocky, self-victimizing, and catty. This sort of behavior had him bullied and friendless, growing up.

Moving into Middle School, he decided to change his personality to hopefully appease others, to be more palatable. He became polite, friendly (though it seems he still went home and was his usual catty insulting self to his mom, who enjoys his tsundere schtick with her).

He sits in front of Kou, and is helpful and friendly to him on a regular basis, and maybe even makes a few particular gestures towards Kou? But Kou is a stupid idiot and doesn't recall anything about him without instigation.

Sometimes I cannot forgive Kou for this.

But an aspect of their dynamic I do not yet understand, is that Kou's most sentimental, wet-eyed, emotional memories, are of this "fake" Mitsuba-- THAT IS TO SAY, A MITSUBA WHO IS PRETENDING TO HAVE A DIFFERENT PERSONALITY TO BE MORE LIKEABLE. Isn't that the worst thing to be sentimental and look back on with sparkly eyes....? If you ask me, the Mitsuba we know now (cocky, bratty, shitty) is actually less fake than this living Mitsuba who is pretending to be someone he is not, to make friends.

What does it mean to be 'fake'? I mean, I think that will come up over and over again in this manga, using things suchas alterations and permutations and transformations as metaphors of change in one's self as one reacts to events, circumstances, trauma, pain, etc. How we respond to events, the parts of us we lose, the parts of us we can't recover, the parts of us that are always there, no matter what .. and maybe above all, the love that is always in our hearts, no matter how much else changes. I'm sure Mitsuba's arc, his performative personality VS his 'real' one, is going to touch on this sort of thing ... literally what does it mean to be yourself. Literally what "is" Mitsuba.

Mitsuba … I feel very bad for. Every single step of his journey with Kou, he's proven how very forgettable he is, inch by inch. Kou doesn't remember what he looks like, what he sounds like, what his name is, that he was a photographer … even other classmates of theirs actually do remember Mitsuba's name or his photography vocation, or the fact of which he died, just not Kou...

To talk about what's interesting about Mitsuba … he's not really so difficult for no good reason? While at first, I found him pretty annoying and unnecessarily aggro … he has every reason to be so defeated, and so reluctant to let anyone inside. He has no practice in being himself, he has never been rewarded or remembered for being himself. OR rewarded or remembered for being nice. So what's the point? What WILL work? Why would anything suddenly start to work? We're this deep in, and Kou still constantly forgets he exists. It's no wonder he's become effectively suicidal.

In this story, even competing against Kou's nostalgia for some-- version of him he doesn't remember (the original ghost Mitsuba Kou met). It's as if Mitsuba is even competing with himself, nonsensically, for a place in Kou's heart. He, himself, Mitsuba the School Mystery, literally Mitsuba No. 3 (after living, after ghost) isn't proven to mean anything, to anybody.

Mitsuba is one of those characters who is at… step 1 of anything. Much like Nene-chan wishing that she could be in a relationship with anyone… Mitsuba thinks that, he just wishes anybody, at all, remembered him, recognized him, considered him a friend. And then what? There's nothing there. What lies beyond just being remembered at all?

Mitsuba is reluctant to really-- look into himself or ask any questions like that. I think it just hurts too much to even approach; it feels too … pathetic, it feels too miserable. There is a point of lonliness where trying to imagine anything better for yourself just feels nothing but humiliating. You can't even ask for someone else to remember your damn name, how can you begin to fathom someone being in love with you, someone begging you to stay, someone sobbing about your absence? FAR LEAP.

Ya know, in Narisokonai Snow White, AidaIro's old visual novel, the secret twin character, Rasphard, has never had a friend or companion across his whole life-- essentially born and assigned a duty, and so good at it that it must consume his whole life. As a result, he really has no ambitions. The only thing Rasphard hopes for, is that someone would be sad when he died … would cry for him. He's lived his life with the fear that when he died, nobody would care at all … that he would die like a caged rat. Exist, suffer, be alone, die, never in anyone's heart. Rasphard is also incredibly suicidal. Mitsuba reminded me a lot of Rasphard, here... the desire to prove, finally, that someone could really feel for him.. would be sad for him, would cry for him. It's OK to die, to finally achieve that.

So.... this is Mitsuba's current furthest fantasy, his only achievable desire. We've gone from "be remembered by anyone at all" to "someone being hurt and sad to see me disappear". PRETTY MISERABLE BABY STEPS--! I'm interested in the next phase, for Mitsuba ... I would like him to be able to dream bigger.

[chelleztjs18]

I'm not the anon from earlier, but I've been meaning to check up on you as well, but I was afraid of overstepping.

I know we don't know each other personally, but I wanted to let you know that I'll be praying for you.

I don't know what you're going through, but I know that you'll be a stronger person once you make it through it.

Whether we send an ask in or not, or interact with you in any other way, I want to let you know that you have people that care about you deeper than just the fics that you can provide. While we appreciate them because for some, myself included, they help us through our own hard time, we appreciate the writer even more.

Please, never ever worry about fics or anything like that. Take care of yourself first and foremost always.

And kow that you are never alone ❤️

Hello there anon!

Oh my gosh, thank u so much for this ask. This really got me teary. I needed it. It has been rough for me. I dont even know if i can get through it.

Thank u for checking up on me. I really appreciate it, i really do. 🥺 the fact that u were willing to take some of ur time to type all this to comfort me, it really soothes me. It helps. Thank u so much.

I hv been trying to write because usually writing help me cope but lately my mind is just scattered everywhere n cant focus. Even if i write, it only helps way less than it used to be. But at least i try.

It feels good to know from everything u just said in this ask..

Dont worry, u wont ever overstep. My inbox is always open for anything n anybody who wants to talk. My blog is an open safe space for me n my followers or anybody. 😊

Thank u anon. Bless ur heart..🥺

Cheerio!

[spookyspaghettisundae]

Dear Agent Parker,

It has been a while since yorur last visit. I hope you're doing alright, and things are fine up in West Virginia or wherever you are when you get this letter.

Something very strange happened today and I went to right write this down right away so I don't forget any details. Just like you told me to.

A man showed up today. He was wearing a black leather jacket, black jeans, black driving gloves, and black boots. Balding, really short blond hair, and a mean scowl. Not sure what the color of his eyes was. He looked like a gangster out of some Pacino DeNiro movie and talked with a New Jersey accent.

He asked a lot of questions about Freddy Fletcher's arrest. He pulled I didn't tell him nothing even though he pulled a switchblade on me and threatened me. Didn't do anything, but I was scared as all senseless because he sure seemed like he meant business. He also asked about the raid over in Muldraugh, but I didn't know what happened there, so I told him nothing about that, either.

He knew about the book.

And he knew about us and the others. I told him the truth: I don't know where they are, or what happened to the book. But only you and me know about them, and I was too afraid to ask this guy about how he knew about them.

I'm afraid he might be going after you next. You have to be careful, Agent Parker. I know you got all the training and a gun and can handle yourself. I'm just afraid because this guy reminded me of Fletcher. Something bad is for sure afoot.

Finally, he said something in a language I didn't understand and then left. Also, he threatened to set Lucille on fire if I talked to anybody, so I decided to write instead. Got paranoid about using the phone, but I couldn't find the card you left me either way, and I was too afraid to call the FBI.

Sorry.

Take care and godspeed.

—Steve Walker

  * * *

  U.S. Department of Justice

Federal Bureau of Investigation

Clarksburg, WV 26306

Phone: +1 304-625-2000

  September 20, 1996

  PERSONAL AND CONFIDENTIAL

  To: Steven Walker

PO BOX 43521

40253-0441 Louisville, KY

  Dear Steve Walker,

Headquarters forwarded your message to me in a timely fashion. I am of sound mind and health and currently operating out of San Francisco. Thank you for your concern.

There is nothing to apologize for. I appreciate the risk you took in informing me. As of the time of my writing and to the best of my knowledge, nobody within the bureau has yet sighted this man in black you described. However, I have anonymously forwarded your report about this threat to my colleagues, and VICAP agents should be keeping an eye out. By the time this letter reaches you, some of them may already be arriving in your area. I deliberately filed a request to not involve any local authorities, neither of Jefferson County, nor the state of Kentucky.

Given the suspect knew about Fletcher's arrest and other sensitive details, I suspect a leak within local law enforcement. Have you talked to anybody in the sheriff's department? If not, please refrain from doing so. I would normally suggest you enter the witness protection program next, yet it is unclear to me how the suspect found you in the first place. I withheld that information from all authorities, you are not even named in any reports.

Getting chocolate donuts from the Yogurt Shoppe with you over coffee will have to wait until we resolve this situation. I am sorry about that.

Until we meet again, friend. Take care. God bless America.

  Sincerely yours,

Quinn Isabelle Parker

Special Agent of the Criminal Investigation Division

  P.S.: You'll find a general bureau address and phone number on the letterhead should you require more immediate assistance. My personal pager number is 2025550141.

  * * *

  Director Collins cleared his throat and placed the paper on his desk, adding it to the pile of intercepted correspondences and a written report in brief.

He removed his glasses and rubbed his face.

Special Agent Derek Wells, sitting opposite of him on the other side of the desk, raised his eyebrows.

A gap of silence and awkward air followed Collins concluding his reading aloud of the two letters.

Blinking, Collins emitted a sigh so long and forceful that it threatened to float the loose sheets of paper on his desk. By the time his elongated gasp ended, he met Wells' gaze. Another, shorter sigh escaped him before the director addressed his agent, breaking the quietude of the closed office.

"Once Agent Parker checks back in here, I want you to brief her A.S.A.P., tackle the Chicago account together."

Skeptically crowning his face, the eyebrows of Agent Wells furrowed ever higher until they mirrored the shape of a famous mountain.

"Sir, if I may speak freely."

"Please."

Wells inhaled sharply.

"I'd rather you pair me with Agent Fuentes for the Chicago incident. Most of whatever comes out of Parker's investigations is—pardon the French—crazy talk. I frankly don't think she should be involved in what happened up north."

Director Collins thumbed his nose.

"And why is that?"

"Aside from her prior involvements? She'll start talking about something as outlandish as little gray men, or werewolves, or something else along those lines."

Collins pursed his lips, chewing quietly on Wells' words before countering.

"Agent Parker quickly became our go-to for anything related to the occult and the unexplained. This gas station clerk," Collins paused to glance at the first letter. "Steven Walker—one of her informants—he even refers to the Kentucky case in which she single-handedly shut down a whole cult of deranged serial killers conducting strange rituals. Humor me, Wells. She may be a bit…"

"Eccentric?"

"Sure. Suffice to say, she has an impeccable track record in working with VICAP and CID. I don't want a repeat of what already happened in Chicago, and she's been handling the Frisco situation well."

Wells tilted his head.

"Even with what psych eval said about her?"

Collins narrowed his eyes.

"What do you know about her psych eval?"

Wells shrugged. Muttered, "Just hearsay."

"Don't pay too much attention to hearsay. You're better than that, agent." Collins tapped the papers with two meaty fingers, then said, "And I have a sneaking suspicion that you're trying to talk me out of saddling you with her in Chicago. What's really going on here?"

Wells' shoulders heaved with a stifled, silent sigh. He clicked his tongue before finding the words.

"God's honest truth, I do not even know where to begin, sir. Beyond certain suspicions of mine, I just don't think I'm the kind of guy to see eye to eye with Parker on, uh—well, on anything. And I'm just—"

Collins waited patiently while Wells shook his head, still struggling to find the right words.

"You've got a sharp head on your shoulders, guts, and you're not mired in the occult. A skeptic and a skilled investigator. I believe I understand your alarm, but I also believe this is a task suited to the two of you combined. You might find that Agent Parker is far more of a straight shooter than any paperwork—or hearsay—may suggest. And by my reckoning, you would make a good balance to Parker's somewhat odd tendencies."

"Eccentricities?"

"Sure. Now—do I have to get someone else for the task, or can I rely on you to close on this one?"

Wells waved a hand.

"Look, I'm just—this one's giving me a hard time. Gotta follow up on two dead agents and a whole lot of dead ends, and the whole occult angle is giving me the willies. Speaking of which—what can you tell me about this Kentucky case? I'd like to hear an outside perspective, rather than whatever Parker filed in her report."

Collins thumbed his nose again. The leather of his chair creaked as he leaned back in it.

"You're convinced it's connected to the Chicago incident, aren't you? Any foundation for that, or is it an assumption?"

Wells shrugged again, staring at Collins without blinking. He patted his jacket down and produced a pack of cigarettes from his inner pocket. Presenting it to Collins, the director nodded in approval, and shoved an ashtray across the desk towards Wells.

The field agent took his time to light a cigarette, take a long drag, puffed out a cloud of smoke, and pondered his next words.

With a soft rasp, the sentences cascaded out in a continuous flow.

"Two dead agents, a bunch of corpses in a house that looked like a cattle killing floor, where some lunatic tried to combine a grandfather clock's parts with a human body—and a mysterious man in black, showing up in Chicago and Kentucky within the space of a few days, poking around where Parker and this Steven Walker shut down the killer cult. You tell me."

"There's a lot of men dressed in black, involved in criminal investigations across the country. How on Earth did that move you to break protocol, invade Agent Parker's privacy, and bring these letters to me? Gut instinct?"

Wells blew out more smoke and shook his head.

"A little bit more than that." He licked his lips. Set his jaw. Waved his cigarette at the papers on the desk. "This Walker character described the man in black the exact same way, minus the scar on the back of the suspect's neck. But maybe because he didn't see it."

"Like I said—plenty of men dressed in black."

"Not an awful lot of them are threatening people over some book, though."

"Ah. You must have failed to mention that detail in your report."

"I left it out because all the eyewitnesses in Chicago have gone missing and I'm concerned about a leak within the bureau. Parker's query with VICAP into the man in black kicked some buzz loose in the bureau, and it reached me. Just as easily as I got my hands on copies of these letters, we don't know who might be mucking around in our offices here. That's why I came to you with this, sir."

Thinly framed spectacles clicked as Collins donned them again. Looking down to scan the papers on his desk, he failed to conceal his growing frown.

"You aren't suggesting that Parker might have something to do with it?"

"I don't know. There's only so much I can get out of the case files from the Louisville raid of '93."

Collins harrumphed.

"Enough red tape to make me want to puke. Let me tell you, Agent Wells—and this stays in this room, between us—we had the fucking Secret Service breathing down our necks because a spouse of a United States senator was involved in that fucking cult in Kentucky. That's why the Louisville brief is buried under so much bullshit that it's incomprehensible without getting Parker's personal perspective on it."

Blowing out more smoke, Wells asked, "And let me guess—her perspective is Looney Toons?"

Collins glared at Wells.

"Mind your words. Parker's a fine agent, and it's not like she invented this occult nonsense. No, to the contrary—her side of the story makes a decent amount of sense, but she always withheld certain details that probably even she finds too odd to share. Or to protect informants like Walker."

Wells stamped out the cigarette in the ashtray. He drew circles in the stray ashes before leaning back in his chair.

"Okay, I'm sold. Scratch my request for Fuentes. How long till Parker's back from the west coast?"

"She should be back by tomorrow. I suspect you'll have plenty of time to talk on the way over to Chicago."

Wells nodded.

"Alright. Thank you for your time, sir."

Collins nodded.

Wells pressed his lips together, stuck in a state somewhere between a semblance of a frown and a feeble smile. He slapped the armrests of his chair and got up in a sudden burst of motion, straightened out his jacket, and paused by the office door. His hand rested on the doorknob.

Almost as if he dithered on something he wanted to say. Then he opened the door and stepped outside.

Once the door clicked shut, Director Collins picked up his phone on the desk.

Punched numbers into the keypad.

Waited as the dial tone beeped away. Scrunched his nose at the stink of stale cigarette smoke and the sight of ashes in the tray.

A soft click killed the beeping.

No words arrived from the other end of the line.

After several seconds of waiting, Collins spoke into the receiver, "They know."

At the other end of the line, a man in black with blond hair and a scar on the back of his neck sat on a metal folding chair in a filthy little room, dim with only scarce light pouring in through thin blinds.

The man in black let his gaze wander across the grimy walls until coming to rest between a switchblade, a pistol, a rabbit's foot attached to an old iron key, and a weathered brass compass on the table. The objects framed a sheet of paper: a photocopy of a driver's license of a redheaded woman—of a certain Quinn Isabelle Parker.

The man in black said nothing.

"Agent Parker will be arriving in West Virginia by car. Tomorrow. After rendezvous with Agent Derek Wells, they will be en route to Chicago."

Still, the man in black said nothing.

Neither did Collins anymore.

They both hung up.

[charliedawn]

Well, the slashers getting caught during sexy times was interesting! What about the hannibals? 😈

"It's alright. We had to tell them eventually..."

Chillest of them all. He isn’t ashamed of his body and would just tell them to get out politely. He would stop if you wish to ? Or, continue ? He doesn’t mind either way and would take your opinion above anything else. He would be considerate and try to soothe you the best he can. He would also buy you flowers in the following days or any kind of present to make you forgive his carelessness.

"Don’t worry, love. They will have forgotten all about it tomorrow morning..I’ll make sure of it."

Their reactions :

Morgan *smiles and gently closes the door behind him*

Kevin : "Damn ! Even uncle’s getting some ?! When is my turn ?!"

Peter *traumatised and slowly closes the door behind him*

Hannibal Sr. *smiles and leaves discreetly*

"I..I deeply apologize. I should have locked the door. I don't understand..I always lock the doors..I..I.."

He would be more upset about actually forgetting it and not being perfect than the fact that his family actually entered. He would immediately stop and have an internal crisis at the fact that he made such a mistake.

"I got..distracted."

You smiled before ghosting your lips over his.

"How inconsiderate of you.."

He would have taken it seriously if it wasn’t for the way the corners of your lips tilted up playfully and he whispered against your lips.

"How inconsiderate indeed..How may I redeem myself ?"

You wrapped your arms around his neck.

"How indeed ?"

Their reactions :

Kevin : "EWEWEWEWEW ! I need to go bleach my eyes !" *slams the door behind him*

Peter *shudders and blushes in embarrassment at the sight before he quickly gets out*

Hannibal Jr. *stays shocked for a couple of seconds before closing the door, pretending he saw nothing*

Hannibal Sr. : "My apologies. Do try to be more quiet though ? The other children are sleeping." *leaves*

The reaction of Peter would be very different depending on which family member catches the both of you in the act. If it’s one of his siblings ? He would stop, but will not panic, as they usually stick together. He would also apologise profusely for not being more careful.

"I..I’M SO SORRY ! I didn’t think there would be anyone else."

Their reactions :

Morgan *sighs loudly before throwing some condoms at Peter and leaving the room wordlessly*

Kevin *smiles widely* : "Can I watch ?" *proceeds to sit down before Peter grabs a nearby shoe and throws it at his face*

Peter : "KEVIN ! Get out !"

Kevin *cackles before running out of the room*

Peter *smiles reassuringly at you* : "It's okay..It's only Kevin/Morgan. He won't tell anybody. I'm glad it wasn't my dad or my uncle."

However, if it was one of them ? He will panic and fear for your life. You better got legs to carry you somewhere where they can never find you.

Hannibal Jr. *fake and threatening smile* : "…I’m afraid your stay has become an inconvenience. Please, leave."

Hannibal Sr. *smiles and pretends to be okay with it before getting out a shotgun* : "I’ll give you a five seconds head start..5."

"Get out. Now."

The command is serious and it’s in those moments that you can see how Kevin is in complete control of his emotions..He was experiencing pleasure a few minutes ago, but his face is now expressionless, even though he is still inside you and is staring at whoever interrupted the both of you. He won’t stop. They can all watch if they want. He doesn’t understand "shame" and will only ask them to leave because he knows it makes you uncomfortable.

Their reactions :

Morgan *smiles* : "I’m happy for the both of you."

Peter *shrieks and covers his eyes before closing the door* : "Sorry sorry sorry..!"

Hannibal Jr. *stands still for a second or two before closing the door* : "My apologies.."

Hannibal Sr. : "Don’t mind me. Sorry for the interruption.."

"Do close the door on your way out.."

He would be calm. The man is poised in all situations. It’s only the kids and they may as well learn a thing or two about satisfying their partner..Hannibal Sr. is very meticulous and it shows in the bedroom as well. He can be savage or very nice when he wants to. He will also always take your needs into consideration and will stop if you want him to. He will not show any sign of disappointment or frustration if you want the two of you to stop and try to make it up to you somehow ?

Their reactions :

Peter : "DAD ?! Gross !"

Kevin *whistling* : "Dad’s getting some !"

Morgan *shakes his head in disbelief at his siblings’ reactions*

Hannibal Jr. *leads them all out of the room*

[quirkless-accident]

To the Rescue

another giw drabble bbyyyyy

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Aizawa looked between himself, Nezu, Midnight, Mic, and the newcomer who had just appeared before them twenty minutes ago.

He was a big guy. Huge, even, and covered in fur. He had horns, and his arm was made of nothing but ice and bone. His eyes were full of a desperate sorrow that Aizawa related to all to well some days.

"Please," Frostbite said. "Please, you have to save him. You're the only ones who have listened."

"Who are we saving?" Mic asked. His arms were crossed and he was leaning against Nezu's desk, but Aizawa knew from experience that he was ready to pounce. Every muscle was tense, coiled and ready to strike if he needed to. Unsurprising, considering Frostbite had just appeared in front of them.

"The boy king," he said. "His name is Danny. He's being held against his will in a place where no ghost can go."

"Ghosts?" Midnight asked, stepping forward. Her hand was resting on her whip, just in case. "You're saying that's what we're dealing with?"

"That's who you're rescuing," Frostbite clarified. "He was taken from his home by-I don't know their proper name, I'm afraid. I believe he called them the guys dressed in white?"

"The Guys in White," Nezu offered. "Also known as the Ghost Investigation Ward. They're a subset of the government that deal with the supernatural."

"How do you know all that?" Aizawa asked him. There was a dangerous glint in Nezu's eyes, and his smile was much more toothy than usual.

"The Ghost Investigation Ward were not always involved in the supernatural," he tells them. There are a lot of implications that none of them want to think about. It's no secret Nezu had been experimented on by humans until he managed to escape and pass a law saying experimentation on quirked animals was illegal. But for that same Ward to evolve into something else? It wasn't looking too pretty.

"We will help," Nezu declared after a tense moment of silence. "After all, that's what heroes do. Now, do you have a location?"

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Danny groaned as he woke up. His everything hurt and the collar keeping him from using his powers was itching like a motherfucker. Not like he could do much about it though. He was restrained to the wall starfish-style while he actively tried not to bleed out from the botched stitches that were keeping his insides, well, inside.

How long has he been here? Was anybody going to come for him? He's pretty sure his parents had tried to stop them from taking him, but that could have also been a hallucination caused by whatever the fuck they pumped into his system in those early days.

He can't expect any help from the ghosts, either, and that's his own fault. He told them never to get near the Guys in White, for their own safety. He had practically begged them to run the other way if they ever came onto their radar. And he was their king. They had to listen to him. He had very little hope that anyone would come.

Was this...Was this his life now? Has his destiny gone from the Savior of the Infinite Realms to a mere science project? Was he still going to be able to save people?

Was he...Was he going to die here?

he quickly shook his head free of the thought. No, he couldn't go there. That was spiraling territory, and if he was going to get out of here, then he needed to keep a clear head.

He just prayed it was soon.

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Aizawa has never been a big fan of raids. Too many moving parts can make cause a whole plan to fall apart, and it doesn't properly factor in all the things that can go wrong.

That being said, this raid was going pretty smoothly.

All of the Guys in White-and wow, he will never doubt such a nickname again-all had low level quirks. There were a few security guards who looked like they could have been trouble, but they had been caught by surprise and taken care of swiftly.

Their tactics were strength in numbers, but against the powerhouses that were himself, Mic, Midnight, and a few heroes who helped during the Yakuza raid, they were no match.

Midnight and Fatgum find a lab, and in the center is a table stained with a bright, glowing green. Aizawa and Mic go through the hallway, taking down every door that's locked. Most of them are empty, with the exception of a few storage closets and one door at the end of the hall.

Aizawa had been more than a little fed up with the nicknames Frostbite had been throwing around. He had said the boy king, and in Aizawa's mind, that had translated to young adult. He hadn't been expecting an actual boy.

He was a scrawny kid with glowing white hair that was stained green. There was a muzzle secured over his face and a collar that blinked methodically at them. He was shirtless, and it showed off his battle scars and the autopsy scar that was held together with flimsy stitches. (Aizawa didn't want to know the implication of that, either.)

He had been in the middle of pulling on the restraints when they busted in. He looked at them, wide-eyed and relieved. He struggled harder, as if to say let me go! Please!

Between the two of them, Aizawa and Mic made quick work of the restraints. Mic held the boy's face gently as he worked the muzzle off of the kid's face. There were faint lines across the bridge of his nose and the tops of his cheeks from where it had dug in. From the looks of it, they were probably going to scar.

"Thanks," he said. His voice was rough like sandpaper, and had a slight echo to it.

"Don't mention it, kid," Aizawa said gently. "Can you walk?"

It was a dumb question. The kid was barely standing, using the wall to help him balance. He gently let go, and took a step forward before falling. Aizawa caught him, and softly apologized when he accidentally pulled at the boy's haphazard stitches.

"Carry?" Danny asked. Aizawa nodded and wasted no time in scooping the kid up bridal style. He was much to light for a boy his age.

As Mic told the others they found the boy, Aizawa tried his best not to jostle Danny. The kid would occasionally wince, but it's pretty obvious what he's been through. There was most certainly going to be a lot of therapy in his future.

The halls were mostly empty, save for a few police officers here and there. Danny didn't seem to bothered by them, but that could also be from the fact that he was fading in and out of consciousness as they moved through the stark white hallways.

"Sleep?" Danny mumbled into Aizawa's chest. The kid was trying so hard to keep his eyes open. It would have been adorable under any other circumstance.

"Yeah, kid," he said. "You can go to sleep. I'll be there when you wake up."

"Thanks, 'Raser."

Before Aizawa could ask him how he knew who he was, he was out like a light.