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Valentine's Day Special: Let Them Fight

GN!Reader x Malleus Draconia vs. Azul Ashengrotto vs. Vil Schoenheit Word Count: 5.3k

Summary: Who knew that in a world of magic, and mayhem, and outright villainy, that it'd be something as stupid as Valentine's Day that would push these idiots over the edge. Or, Malleus, Azul, and Vil go to war over some chocolates

A/N: This MC/Plot takes place in the Heroes vs Villains universe -- specifically Post-Staff's route, rather than any of our other lovely idiot husbands.

There was always some sort of strange overlap of customs from your world to this one. Halloween seemed to have survived more or less intact (even if it was a bit more, uh, extreme than the subtle evening of giving out treats and dressing as ghosts that you remembered). Winter Holidays were still very much a Thing, even if all other connotations had been stripped from them. Moreover, it was like someone had taken your familiar Earthen calendar and just sort of… mirrored it. Distorted it a bit. Just a lil’ bit more chaos than would have been socially acceptable back home.

So when you made a sly little joke about stocking up on discount chocolates after the Valentine’s Day rush and no one laughed—not even a little chortle, or an irritable eyeroll—you initially thought it was maybe to do with the irrationality of Sam’s Shop ever having a sale to begin with. You had not assumed that, you know, there was no Valentine’s Day at all.

“It’s an important holiday, then? Where you’re from?” Azul mused, busy scribbling endless, chicken scratch, notes in the margins of some form that was probably very important.

“I mean, not really,” you frowned, tossing your Mostro-Branded apron onto its hook. “Maybe. Yes? I don’t really know, actually.”

He hummed and moved to push his glasses back up the bridge of his nose. “Well, whatever it is, I’m always looking for new events to host at the Lounge. What exactly is it?”

“It’s a sort of special day for couples. Romance. Lovey-dovey nonsense,” you shrugged, and watched Azul’s finger slip off the slick metal frame of his glasses and nearly take his eye out. You waved off his obvious disgust with a dramatic sigh (I mean, why else would he be so stiff and red?). “Yeah, yeah. I know. It’s ridiculous.”

“I—I never said that!” he spluttered, and then paused to cough into his fist and clear his throat. “It just—I just wasn’t expecting something like that to…”

“Exist?”

He grinned, wry. His cheeks were still a bit too pink. “Precisely.”

“You would have loved my world,” you said. “Very capitalistic. Lots of cash-grab holidays like that.”

Azul laughed.

“I’m sure I would be fond of any place you came from.” He paused, and his expression puckered up a bit miserably—like he really hadn’t intended to express such a sentiment aloud. But he managed to smooth the sharp line of his frown back into that usual, smarmy, smirk of his easily enough. “But either way! Tell me more!” he grinned, reaching forward to grab a stack of blank paper and a fresh pen. “I’d love to hear all about it.”

The next day you were supposed to help the Drama Club start building some stage scenery for their newest play. It was proper grunt work, which was perhaps the only sort of work you were actually qualified for. And Vil always made sure that there were plenty of disgustingly healthy but still quite tasty snacks available for the help to munch on. The food spread alone would have been worth the trip, but on top of that, Vil had made you promise. Practically a blood oath, binding you and your meager free time to the shitty supply closet in the corner of the Auditorium. And as sour as he could be sometimes, you really could never say no to him when he always looked so heart meltingly fond whenever you did agree to while away the hours at his side. That lovely face and even lovelier smile of his were fucking lethal. A war crime, surely, to use it against someone as plain and susceptible to bribery as you were.

But today you were now an idiot on a mission—an idiot determined to spread the joy of a trashy holiday that really probably shouldn’t exist in the first place, let alone in a world where people worshipped storybook villains as veritable deities. And you’d already bought all the molds, and the trays, and you really didn’t have a lot of spare pocket money to begin with, so letting this investment go to waste would not only be a shame, but a terrible business investment.

“What do you mean you’re not coming,” Vil sneered, glaring down his perfectly straight nose at you.

“I really am sorry,” you said, mostly genuine. “But I have something I need to do this afternoon.”

“You’ve made other plans?” he frowned, something a little too unsettled to fit with his usual regality twisting across his expression.

“I have to get ready for Valentine’s Day,” you explained, and his brow tugged down further. Though that earlier twinge of panic seemed to have vanished at least. You pointedly shook your grocery bag full of goodies. “I’m going to make chocolates for everyone.”

“Chocolates?” Vil echoed, confused.

You nodded. “It’s a tradition back home. You give stuff like candy and flowers to the people you care about. Normally it’s a holiday for couples, or whatever. But. Well…”

The ‘I Am Fully Aware That I’m Single as a Pringle, Please Just Let Me Have This One Thing’ was left unsaid, but it hung in the air around your head like a very persistent storm cloud nonetheless. Vil, magnanimously, seemed perfectly happy to ignore the Woe Is Me implications spewing from your mouth. Instead, he leaned forward until he was dipping precariously close into your personal space. His amethyst eyes had lit with blatant interest at your ramblings, and he hummed low in his throat.

“Is that so?” he mused, gaze lidded and warm. “That sounds… intriguing.”

You nodded past the heady scent of his cologne fogging your head. What was it with attractive people, huh? It was so unfair. You don’t get to look and smell good. Pick a lane. Save some dignity for the rest of us.

“So, I promise I’ll help another day. I just have a feeling making chocolates is going to wind up being a lot harder than I think it will.”

Because that’s how it always went in your stupid slice-of-life shows. The poor, harried, protagonist thinking they’re doing a good deed—painstakingly constructing their own, special, homemade goodies for all their important people. Making them with love. And then having it all blow up in their face like a goddamn, cocoa flavored, nuke. Nope. Not you, motherfucker. Your chocolates were going to be divine. You were going to take every, tropey, precaution in the book. And that of course included allotting yourself ample time to make mistakes your masterpiece.

“Of course,” Vil grinned. “How could I possibly begrudge you for wanting to spend your time on something so heartfelt?”

“Thank you,” you blurted, relived. Because at least he got it. Azul had been so ridiculously insistent that you should prepare all your Valentine’s Day wishes as a team. Which was not the point. He’d spent hours last night trying to wheedle his way into your plans—with endless platitudes about ‘business partners always being there for each other,’ and ‘how would he know if he was celebrating to your standards if he wasn’t given a model to work off of first?’ Utter bullshit. He’d probably just wanted free labor.

“Tomorrow, then?” Vil beamed and you nodded.

“Tomorrow,” you confirmed.

“Well, then,” he hummed. “I better get to work as well. I suppose the scenery can wait.”

You nodded in farewell and began the trek back to Ramshackle and its marginally functional kitchens. You hadn’t realized Vil was taking on any new projects, but if it was enough to have him putting off the Club’s activities as well then it must have been pretty important. Maybe he’d get you tickets to it whenever he finished—whatever it was. If there were tickets? How did any of the things he did actually work? Hell if you knew.

Making chocolates was, in fact, a laughably easy endeavor. And you found yourself cursing every goddamn Shoujo Bullshit Manga under the sun for leading you to think otherwise. The hardest part of the entire thing was fighting off Grim and his wandering paws.

You made up some basic truffles which were, again, stupidly simple. Just some messily chopped chocolate, cream, and a little splash of vanilla to make it Special. Once those were shaped into messy blobs, you dipped them into some more melted chocolate and bam. That was it. That was literally it. You felt like a genius—sitting there mushing up balls of cocoa like high-end playdough.

By 6PM, you had all your little darlings tucked into the refrigerator to harden, all the gauzy, red, boxes lined up on your counter and ready to be filled, and Grim had been placated with an offering of all your dirty mixing bowls. The tiny, demonic, beast was passed out at the dingy kitchen table—one of said bowls wedged onto his head like an astronaut’s helmet. Hopefully it was just a food coma and not, like, an actual coma-coma. Real cats couldn’t eat chocolate, but Grim never really seemed real at all. So hopefully he’d be fine.

You wiped down your cooking space once, twice. Paced up and down the narrow hallway until you were wearing away the already threadbare rugs, and spent way too long just standing in front of the fridge—staring in on your chocolates like a psychotic kidnapper scoping out their next victims.

Eventually you realized that you maybe needed to do something with your evening that wasn’t just creeping on your confections, and set out into the frosty, night, air for a stroll.

Which is, of course, where you ran into your familiar, horned, friend—staring up into the starry sky in a wistful manner that darkened his pale complexion into something nearly ominous. He always looked a bit like that, like something unearthly and detached from the rest of the world.

“Tsunotarou!” you chirped happily, and that adrift-at-sea expression of his melted right off his face.

“Child of Man,” he greeted, inclining his head politely. “I wasn’t expecting to see you this evening.” His brow furrowed, almost confused. “Is it not too cold for you?”

Your breath was, in fact, fogging in front of your face. And you couldn’t really feel your toes anymore. But the electric anticipation of tomorrow was keeping you warm enough. Even if only in spirit.

“I’m fine, I’m fine,” you waved him off. And then, because you couldn’t help yourself, you leaned forward on your tippytoes and blurted out, “Happy Almost Valentine’s Day!”

“Valentine’s Day?” Malleus repeated back at you, looking like you’d just handed him an unsolvable differential equation.

“It’s a holiday from back home,” you explained for the umpteenth time that day. “And normally I’m not too fussed about it, but this year I’m really excited to give everyone their chocolates!” You grinned. “And you too, of course. I have to make sure I give them to all my important people.”

The furrow between his brows vanished, but the blatant, gaping, confusion remained. He looked like you’d nearly startled him into an early grave.

“I am one of your most important people?” he asked, slow as a tortoise making its way up an incline.

You nodded cheerfully, still bellied by your earlier culinary successes and excellent mood. “Of course you are! We’re friends, aren’t we? And besides. Valentine’s Day is for showing people how much you care about them.”

“What an interesting concept,” he mused, bringing a finger up to tap at his chin. “To think your world had such a heartfelt tradition—it’s quite a lovely surprise.”

You laughed. “If you think the chocolates are special, you should see what some couples do for each other. Rooms full of flowers, fancy date nights—I’m just managing the bare minimum.”

“Couples?” he echoed, and you felt the first teeny, hot, thread of chagrin work its way past your enthusiasm.

“Well, normally Valentine’s Day focuses on, like, romantic things,” you said, averting your gaze just in time to miss the tension lance through his shoulders. “But it can be for all sorts of affection!” you hastily added.

“Is that so…” the Prince hummed. He lifted his pensive gaze once more and stared you down with that weighted intensity that you’d only just recently learned how not to buckle beneath. “And you wish to celebrate this day. With me?”

“…you don’t mind, do you?” you asked, hesitant.

“Of course not, Child of Man,” he beamed, his lips curling up into a smile that put all his too-sharp teeth on display. “But you’ll have to excuse me now, I’m afraid. It seems I have some preparations to undertake this evening.”

“Oh,” you blinked. “Alright. I’ll see you tomorrow, then.”

“Yes,” Malleus said. “You will.”

It was officially Valentine’s Day, and you were ready to begin your mission of forcing your sweets onto every, single, one of your reluctant friends. Let them be pissy and tsundere. You weren’t afraid to weep and proclaim your undying, shounen-talk-no-jutsu, levels of friendship. Okay. Maybe you were a little. But these grouchy bastards had very easily become your grouchy bastards, and so help you God, they would suffer under your affection and they would like it.

There were plenty of small boxes—all nice, neat, corners with little bows perched on top. But you had also prepared a singular, larger, tray. It was cleaner cut than the rest, with bold, contrasting, colors and a simple elegance. You stared it down with a strange sort of disquiet brewing in your gut. Maybe you were being presumptuous. Goodness knows you’d more than dealt with the searing, emotionally destructive, consequences of that before. But all the same…

You squared your shoulders and spent a moment convincing yourself that your spine was quite sturdy—a proper, titanium, support system—and then popped the Big Box into the bag with the others.

Your first stop was Heartslabyul, and you burst through the ornate, crimson, doors like a manic home invader.

“I come bearing gifts,” you proclaimed, merrily doling out the boxes to your favorite idiot duo. You set three more aside, with little labels for Riddle, Trey, and Cater respectively. Normally you wouldn’t trust a dorm full of teenage boys not to devour any scrap of unattended food in sight, but Riddle had long since struck the fear of God into these poor lads. So you figured it’d be safe.

Deuce’s face lit up and he accepted the chocolate with near starry-eyed enthusiasm.

“Are these your holiday presents? Like the Santa Claus?” he asked, looking very much like a bouncy golden retriever preparing itself for congratulatory head pats.

You leaned forward with an indulgent huff to give him his pats. “No. But close enough.”

You pawned off three boxes on Ruggie when he tried to duck past you in the hallway—one for him, one for Leona, and one extra as payment for making him do your dirty work of playing delivery boy to Mister Grump in the first place. You slipped Jack his on the way into Trein’s morning lecture, and managed to press a box into Jamil’s hands before he slunk off to the library. Kalim cheered so loudly when you handed him one that your ears started to ring.

And then trouble arrived in the form of two, slippery, eels draping themselves across your shoulders. Normally the destructive duo seemed to act on their own prerogative, but on this fortuitous morning their Lord and Master was surprisingly not too far behind.

“Shrimpy!~” Floyd trilled, dragging you into a one-armed hug that was really more of a slightly-less-aggressive headlock than anything else. “Azul says you came up with this stupid holiday! And he made us work all day yesterdayto put together stuff for the Lounge! It’s not fair!”

Your legs shook under the weight of the new tumor that had made its home on your back.

“Now, Floyd,” Jade chirped. All finely manicured cruelty. “If you’re to blame anyone for going overboard with this entire situation, you ought to lay the fault on our fearless leader.” His bi-colored eyes flashed, amused. “Isn’t that right, Azul?”

Said ‘fearless leader’ looked like he was sucking on a lemon. He glared bitterly at his subordinate, seeming to share an entire, silent, argument with him, before turning back on you with a heavy sigh and the barest hint of angry flush in his cheeks.

“Prefect,” he grinned past his obvious discomfort, all sparkling, white, teeth. “I have to thank you for sharing so much information about this ‘Valentine’s Day’ of yours. It’s such a unique event, and it seems like our preparations at the Lounge are already being received incredibly well.”

“That’s good,” you nodded, trying and failing to shrug the Leech off your shoulders. “I’m glad I could help.”

Azul hummed under his breath, his eyes darting away for a moment. His glasses reflected the muted light of the hall in an odd way—making it difficult to read his expression. He cleared his throat and when he looked back up at you, the tips of his ears had gone pink.

“You’re more than welcome to come by, of course,” he beamed, suave as could be.

“I mean,” you blinked. “I would hope so. I work there.”

Floyd let out a bark of laughter and Jade snickered into his glove. The pleasant pink tinting Azul’s skin was heating to a near sunburned red. He looked down and coughed into his fist.

“Yes…” he mumbled. “I—I’m aware. But what I meant is… What I meant—” He frowned. It was a tight, pouty, little thing that scrunched up his entire face. That mottled red had spread to the bridge of his nose.

“I do believe what Azul is trying to say,” Jade stepped in, clearly taking some sort of pity on his tongue-tied friend. Or perhaps pity was the wrong word for it, seeing how smug he looked, “is that he would like to invite you to the event personally. As an honored guest, not an employee.”

“Oh,” you blinked, startled. Then hesitated, cautious on instinct. There was always some sort of catch to the Octomer’s kindness. “I don’t know if I could afford whatever fancy thing you’ve thrown together.”

“You wouldn’t be paying for it,” Azul assured you, some of that sickly flush having finally started to recede from his cheeks. You hoped he was feeling alright. “You’ve contributed more than enough for the day. It would be on the house.”

Jade loudly cleared his throat and Azul huffed, eyes sliding away yet again.

“I would be paying,” he finally mumbled. And then, even quieter, “As I believe is the custom.”

Just as you were about to thank him for his startling bought of generosity (and also ask after his health, because between the weird, pink, tinge to his skin and the aforementioned generosity, clearly somethingwas out of sorts with him), you noticed a sneaky hand working its way into your bag of goodies, and you immediately were on the defensive.

“Hey!” you snapped, spinning out of Floyd’s stranglehold. “You only get one!”

“Then I want the really big one!” he demanded, making grabby motions at it.

“No!” you squeaked, and clutched it protectively to your chest. The trio looked at you with varying degrees of surprise and you cleared your throat awkwardly. “This one—This one is special.”

“Oh?” Jade cooed, eyes flickering back towards Azul, who seemed determined to look absolutely anywhere else. “Is it now?”

“Awww,” Floyd whined. “That’s no fair! Who’s it for, anyways?!”

You gripped the box tighter and now it was your turn to stiffly avert your eyes down to the ugly carpet. “It’s not—I’m not—” you cleared your throat and forced the jitter from your voice. “I’m not ready to give it to him yet.”

The silence that followed was absolutely the worst thing you’d experienced in a long, long, time. Overblots and all. You could practically hear your blood pounding in your ears. You were just about to turn and beat a hasty retreat when a familiar, snappish, voice called your name from the other side of the corridor.

“There you are, potato,” Vil huffed, coming to stand at your side and bodily inserting himself between you and your tormentors. He met Azul’s petulant sneer with a frankly terrifying one of his own. “What are you doing here? I thought we agreed you’d be eating lunch with me today.”

You remembered no such thing, but if it got you out of this verbal minefield of a conversation, you were more than willing to take the claim at face value.

“Apologies,” Azul cut in with all his usual, mafioso, flair. “But the Prefect will be taking their afternoon meal at the Mostro Lounge today.”

“Is that so?” Vil hummed, sounding positively venomous.

“Unless you think you can make an offer good enough to sway them otherwise,” Azul chirped, equally as unpleasant.

Vil laughed—cold and sharp as crystal. It was the most elegant display of blatant irritation you’d ever seen.

“Of course you’d only consider this entire situation on a transactional basis,” he drawled, entirely unimpressed. Azul flinched and his expression screwed up into something near petulant. “I would expect no less. Are you planning to lock them into a contact too, hmm? Sign away everything in formal, sterile, terms?” Vil crossed his arms, and you were reminded sharply once more how very, very lucky you were to not be on his bad side (even if you hadn’t realized before all this that Azul apparently was on said bad side. You had no idea they disliked each other so terribly). “I really hadn’t expected you to have a single, romantic, bone in your body, and yet somehow I’m still disappointed to be proved so entirely correct.”

Azul looked ready to explode, and even though Jade and Floyd and melted back into the shadows at the start of this entire encounter, the pair of them were starting to look a bit murderous too—like sharks lazily circling the dark, ocean, depths.

“Don’t you think you deserve better?” Vil asserted, turning back to face you with a soft cant of the head. You blinked back in shock.

“Uh,” you gaped, absolutely fucking lost.

And then, like a beacon of unrivaled, black-drenched, hope, you spotted Malleus making his way down the hallway. He was flanked by his trio of housemates-cum-pseudo-bodyguards. Normally you tried to leave him alone when his rabid, green-haired, guard dog was yipping at his heels, and on top of that, the idea of using your classmates’ ingrained fear of the Fae Prince to your own advantage upset your rather staunch sensibilities. But this was an emergency.

“Tsunotarou!” you called, and it absolutely sounded like the cry for help it was.

He perked up immediately and you watched him nearly crash to a standstill. And then his sharp, neon, gaze locked on the dueling Housewardens circling you like a pair of snapping wolves, and his merry expression shuttered into something positively glacial. Which was—Fuck. I mean. Come on. What the fuck was going on today—

“Child of Man,” he droned, crossing the short distance with all the grace of the near-mythical, arcane, master that he was. His posture was more collected and regal than you’d ever seen it, and he loomed all the taller for it.

Azul and Vil had gone tense at your side, one certainly more so than other. The Octomer looked incredibly unsettled at Malleus’s sudden arrival, but Vil just looked angrier. It was the sort of unpleasantness that bloomed whenever someone challenged him or his competencies over and over—inevitably pushing the normally composed beauty into an indignant rage.

“Happy Day of Valentine’s,” Malleus continued, slotting himself firmly into the veritable territory dispute going down. “Are you quite alright?”

No, you wanted to wail. No! I’m so confused! I have no idea what’s going on! I just wanted to give my friends chocolates!

But you never managed to get those words or any others past your lips, because Sebek Zigvolt shot to his master’s side with all the speed of the lightning for which he was so named, and immediately began to scream.

“HOW DARE YOU INTERRUPT THE YOUNG MASTER’S AFTERNOON ROUTINE!” he shrieked at the top of his very impressive lungs.

You weren’t sure if he was howling at you (very likely) or just anyone who wasn’t Malleus, but Jade took the opportunity to slink forward from the shadows with a sharp tut-tut.

“Perhaps none of you deserve the Prefect’s special attentions,” he piped in, sounding very much like someone intentionally throwing a cannister of gasoline onto an already roaring fire. “Or any chocolates at all—let alone the ones set aside for someone special.”

At this, silence once more rang through the corridor and you wanted to throttle that stupid eel.

“There is a special box?” Malleus asked first, brow shooting up as his expression tugged with… something.

“I—I mean, I made all of yours special!” you defended, holding the wrapped treasure tightly to your chest. “But… I guess. Yes. There’s one that’s a little bigger than the others.”

At this, all three Housewardens exchanged pointed looks.

Jade smiled serenely once more, and then continued his absolute massacre upon your person.

“Yes, indeed,” he nodded. “And our dearest Prefect only just mentioned that—hmm. How did you word it? Ah. That’s right. ‘I’m not ready to give it to him yet.’”

The trio tensed. All looking absolutely ready to pounce. At—at what, you had no idea.

“Perhaps,” the wretch mused, “it would be best for you all to temper your rage until the victor is decided, hmm?” He paused to tap at his chin for a moment, and then his lips split into a mean, jagged, grin. “Afterwards? Well, I suppose that whole cheery sentiment about ‘love and war’ still holds true.”

You gulped, feeling startlingly like Jade had just tried to serve you up on a silver platter.

But when neither Azul, Vil, or Malleus made any further moves to murder each other… well. As sacrificial as it all felt, at least it must have worked.

The rest of the day passed in a tense sort of fugue. You certainly hadn’t expected your attempts at bringing some holiday cheer to Night Raven to go so… Uh…

But either way, you managed to survive through the rest of the afternoon, and before you knew it, all that remained of all your tireless efforts and good will was the Special Box. The big one. The one that you’d put together with extra care and hopes for better things. You glared down at it for a moment, feeling sweat starting to bead over your palms. But you couldn’t chicken out now. Not after you’d come so far! Everyone was acting so strange, and it was all so weird. And as much as that unfamiliarity had your teeth on edge and your hackles raised, you didn’t want to regret not giving out the last of your well-made sweets.

Well, here goes nothing, you frowned. You took a deep breath, willed yourself to be brave, and smiled your biggest smile.

“Here,” you beamed, more than a little shy and still a bit horrified by whatever pissing match had been going down earlier in the day, and finally offered the grandest of your chocolate boxes to the man standing opposite you.

Divus Crewel accepted your offering daintily, plucking at the crisp, sharp, wrapping with his crimson gloves. He arched one of his thin brows at you and you fought the nervous heat rising in your cheeks.

“Happy Valentine’s Day,” you blurted. “I know it’s not a thing here, but I thought it’d be nice.”

The second eyebrow joined the first—practically jumping all the way up into his fringe.

“I appreciate the gesture. Though from what I understand of all the garish advertising I’ve seen for Mostro Lounge’s new event, I assumed this was a holiday for romantic overtures,” he intoned, wry.

You spluttered and waved your hands furiously. “I mean! Normally! Yes! But also…” You trailed off, fighting the urge to fidget. “If you don’t have a—a, well, someone, then Valentine’s is just a nice excuse to give something to people you care about.” You averted your gaze and lost the battle to twist your fingers into your jacket sleeves. “My family used to give me chocolates every year. So. I thought I could… Well…” you trailed off on a grumble, embarrassed.

Crewel sighed and popped the lid off the box. He plucked two truffles from their casing—keeping one for himself and handing you the other.

“Well, then. A very happy Valentine’s to you, Prefect,” he droned and popped the chocolate into his mouth with a thoughtful hum.

You lit up like a Christmas tree and happily gobbled up your own treat. So distracted were you by the one-two-punch combo of the delicious sugar and even sweeter taste of your Professor’s approval that you almost entirely missed the pointed glare he shot over your shoulder.

“I appreciate your regard,” he said, loud. Sharp. And like he wasn’t talking to you at all. “And while I’m certain that if you do pick a ‘someone’ for yourself to celebrate with in the following years, they’ll have to work very hard to be worthy of such a gift, hmm?” His lip curled unpleasantly, in direct contrast to the indulgent warmth that had been tugging at his expression only a moment before. “I could hardly allow you to waste such a thoughtful gesture on someone unworthy.”

The Octavinelle Housewarden had the decency to look at least a little panicked—his face going pale and gaunt from where he was shrinking into his high collar. There was a frantic look about him, like he was trying to weigh the cost-benefit ratio of going up against his professor in his head, and realizing that he was stupidly, willfully, walking right into a lose-lose situation. And that, sadly—miserably—he was going to keep doing just that. The other two, however, looked entirely undeterred. Schoenheit curled his lip right back at him, more than ready to duke it out here and now, and Crewel fought the urge to remind the blonde that he was the adult in this situation, thank you very much. The adult who could very well revoke the Warden’s access to his Alchemy Labs as it suited him. The very alchemy labs that he knew Vil had been using to concoct all kinds of new, personalized, gifts for you. Draconia simply looked on with that unnervingly ancient, green, leer of his. Like he was staring down a particularly fascinating game. The Fae Prince was the most unsettling of the trio, if only because that while Crewel was more than confident enough in his abilities to subdue his other wayward students, fighting off an Immortal, All Powerful, Dragon was going to require at least a little bit of prep work.

Divus Crewel sighed, and it rattled all the way out from the marrow of his bones.

“Come, then,” he rumbled, directing you to follow him back into his office. “It’s not chocolates, but I probably have some of those ridiculous cookies of yours lying around somewhere.” Which he did. Boxes upon boxes of them. Tucked away special for whenever you came to visit. Not that he’d ever willingly admit that, even under the pain of death.

Your eyes went wide and warm as you positively beamed.

It was rotten work, certainly. He shot one, last, warning glare down the hall at the trio of infatuated interlopers as he firmly shut his office door behind you and your absolute oblivious idiocy. He’d do it. Of course he would. But, Christ alive. He was going to need a stronger drink.

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ᴡᴏʀᴅ ᴄᴏᴜɴᴛ: 3.4ᴋ

Every summer, renowned music programs host special stages, featuring collaborations between popular male and female group members.

This time, you find yourself among the chosen few.

The theme of the collaboration song revolves around being healthy and sexy, a departure from your usual conservative image.

Despite this, you embrace the opportunity, eager to shatter stereotypes and astonish your two boyfriends, Wooyoung and San.

Keeping your participation a secret from them, you tread cautiously, whether en route to the TV station or backstage, hoping to evade their notice.

Your silhouette was accentuated in the alluring ensemble; a low-cut, cropped suspender top highlights your delicate chest and alluring waistline, while denim shorts elongate your slender legs.

Before stepping onto the stage, you meticulously groom yourself in front of the mirror, the unfamiliarity of the sexy attire causing a flutter of unease within you.

The anticipation of Wooyoung and San's reactions - be it surprise, delight, or any other emotion - adds to your jitters. Amidst the chaos in your mind, you find solace in deep breaths, attempting to soothe your anxious heart.

"Hey! There's a summer collaboration stage this time! I wonder what song it will be?" ATEEZ exclaimed with excitement.

"Watch and you'll know!" The members of ATEEZ sat on the sofa in the resting room, eagerly staring at the TV, anticipating the upcoming performance.

The camera panned to the black curtains, then suddenly the lights illuminated the stage, revealing a lineup of performers. As the music began, you turned around, stunning everyone with your presence.

"Y/N??" Wooyoung and San exclaimed in unison, surprised and delighted by your unexpected participation in the collaboration stage.

The summer-themed music continued to play, and you effortlessly danced to the beat, captivating the audience with your alluring performance. The camera zoomed out to capture your elegant movements and striking outfit.

The members of ATEEZ were taken aback by your outfit, which contrasted with your usual style. Your graceful dance moves and statuesque figure exuded a seductive charm that left them mesmerized.

Lost in the moment, Wooyoung and San were completely engrossed in your performance, unable to look away. Your magnetic presence held them captive, as they watched you with admiration and awe.

Their bodies pulsed with warmth, a magnetic pull drawing their focus to their throbbing desire. Thoughts of your moans, your enticing presence beneath them, and how expertly you handle their arousal flickered through their mind. Sensations of heat and moisture intertwined, fueling their urgent need.

Oh, they wanted to fuck you now.

"Wow, Y/N's dancing is so good~," Jongho teased, finding their reactions amusing.

"Hey! She's mine, don't even think about it," Wooyoung retorted possessively.

"She belongs to us. She's never been just yours," San interjected, his possessiveness tinged with annoyance.

"We've never seen Y/N look so alluring before," Yunho joked, unconcerned with the consequences.

"Hands off, she's off-limits!"

"Someone's getting jealous~~"

"Hush, let's not start a fight," Seonghwa quickly intervened, sensing the tension rising.

The cheers from the TV signaled the end of your performance, but the desire you ignited in them only burned brighter.

Wooyoung and San looked at each other as the same idea pop up in their mind and left the room.

"Hey, use protection." Seonghwa reminded.

"What're you talking about?" They rolled their eyes in the back and smirked.

"Your mind is so dirty, hyung."

"Thank you," you said with a bow before making your way back to your room. The lounge was situated in a secluded area, ensuring minimal foot traffic. The staff were busy preparing for the next performance, creating a serene atmosphere around the lounge.

As you opened the door, you eagerly anticipated any messages from your boyfriends. "Any messages?" you asked, hoping to hear from the manager.

Instead of your manager, it was Sannie,who greeted you. Surprised and delighted, you rushed over to him, wrapping your arms around his neck and giving him a quick kiss.

"Sannie~~"

He responded in kind, holding your face gently as he kissed you again, his touch sending shivers down your spine.

"where's Youngie?" you asked, eager to see him. Sannie explained that Wooyoung had gone to fetch something important, but he didn't want to wait any longer.

"Wait for what?"

"You guess?"

His hand caressed your face, while the other moved to your backside, his deep voice sending a thrill through you.

"Hmm, Sannie," you murmured, feeling his touch ignite a fire within you."Who was the sexy performer on stage today, keeping secrets from us? Naughty," he teased, his voice dripping with allure.

"I just wanted to surprise you," you replied, a soft moan escaping your lips as his hand squeezed your butt.

"Well, I want to surprise you too," he whispered, his hand sliding down your arm and behind your back.

Feeling his arousal against you, you blushed and bit your lip, caught in his intense gaze. "What do you think we should do about this?" he asked, his knee pressing between your thighs and his cock rubbing your lower core, leaving you breathless and eager for more.

"But…here…"

"Just keep your voice down and everything will be fine."

Your words were interrupted by his passionate kiss. He kissed you with intensity, nibbling and sucking on your lips, creating a soft, intimate sound. The kiss was brief, as his arousal was difficult to ignore.

"Oh, I need to fuck you now."

"Let's be quiet, okay? We don't want to be caught," he whispered.

He kissed you again, offering reassurance. Deep down, you craved their desire to fuck you, but you hadn't expected them to be so bold as to engage in intimacy backstage; you had imagined it would happen at home.

"You look so sexy. I never knew my girlfriend was so daring," he murmured, trailing kisses along your earlobe and leading you to the dressing table, turning you to face the mirror.

San couldn't resist the overwhelming desire that surged through him as he remembered you dancing in that alluring outfit-your chest bouncing and hips swaying.

Every fiber of his being tingled with the allure of your beauty, his heart racing and breath quickening.

"Oh, my beautiful one. Your pussy belongs to me," he whispered, pressing you against him, his hardness pressing against your backside, teasingly pushing into you through the fabric.

"Ha…San…" You rested your head on his shoulder as he slid down your pants and underwear.

"You're already wet for me," he observed, his hand tracing up your thigh, over your buttocks, and finally to your moist entrance.

As he prepared to enter you with his fingers, you stopped him.

"Just fuck me, Sannie. No need for preparation."

"Are you sure? I don't want to hurt you," he murmured, peppering your neck with kisses, his gaze filled with lust and tenderness.

"I'm ready. Please," you insisted.

"Of course, my love." He unbuckled his belt, the metallic sound heightening the anticipation as he prepared to enter you.

"I'm going to show you how much I desire you." With one hand cradling your neck and the other on your waist, he wasted no time in sliding his hardness into your wetness after he slide the condom down on his cock.

Your mouth formed a perfect 'O' shape, and your toes curled involuntarily. "You're mine," he declared, thrusting deeply, drawing a moan from your lips.

"Ahhh…San…" "Shhh, remember what I just said?" He maintained a steady rhythm, his movements synchronized with the softness of your touch. Despite the lack of preparation, your wetness allowed him to penetrate you fully.

He grabbed your hair and you closed your eyes, not wanting to moan out so loud but only panting so heavily. Your throat feels constricted, and the excitement in your lower body consumed your senses.

"Watch yourself, honey. I want you to see how I fuck the life out of you." You opened your eyes and met his gaze, attractive as fuck. Your body moved back and forth from his thrusting and collided to the table.

"Tight af, my honey." His tip hits your most sensitive spot, and the sounds of wacking and squeaking of water and flesh colliding acts as an aphrodisiac, urging San to thrust harder and faster.

"Fuck, San!" He slapped your ass, causing it to slightly bounce. The soft touch was his favourite. He increased the strength of his hands, raising your head higher, and the slight pain pushed you further into excitement. He gritted his teeth, and you saw beads of sweat on his forehead in the mirror, but his charm remained intact.

His hardened cock reached as deep as possible, twitching every time when you let out a moan. It was hard to fully suppress groan and you could only cover your mouth and bite your lips, even drawing some blood.

'Knock─Knock─" The knock on the door jolted you awake, fear gripping your heart as you exchanged a wide-eyed glance with each other. The thought of being discovered sent a shiver down your spine, the consequences looming ominously in your mind.

"It's me," came the familiar voice of Wooyoung, bringing a wave of relief as he entered the room. However, his eyes widened in surprise as he caught sight of San already engaged in passionate intimacy with you.

"Hey! How could you start without me?! Weren't we supposed to wait?" Wooyoung exclaimed, a hint of annoyance in his voice.

"You were taking too long, my friend. I can't wait," San replied, his movements not faltering as he continued to thrust with a steady rhythm.

Wooyoung grumbled but eventually settled onto the sofa, watching the scene unfold before him with a mix of curiosity and arousal. The sight of you panting heavily, your body moving in sync with San's thrusts, was undeniably captivating.

So sexy.

Of course, just like San, Wooyoung couldn't bear the heat running through the body and his erection. He pulled his pants down just enough to free his cock and started to jerk off while watching you to make love.

"Ahhh…" His head rested on the sofa, and the speed of his hands became faster, panting continuously, with embarrassing moans mixed with yours.

"Fuck, Y/N." Now your image filled with wooyoung's mind-how his cock was wrapped around by your velvet wall, how your warmth drove him crazy.

"It seems he wants you so much, honey." San pecked at your nape and kept thrusting. You turned your head and watched what wooyoung was doing.

He was so sexy.

"You want him too? I can feel how wetter you are."

"Hmmm…"

"But baby you have to cum first or I will not let him fuck you." San released his hand and caressed your clit, circling and giving a hard press.

"Oh shit, Sannie…" "Cum."

With a final, powerful thrust, San brought you both to the peak of pleasure, your moans filling the room as you reached climax together. Wooyoung, also, came all on the tissues with a loud moan.

As San withdrew, WooYoung took his place, pulling you into his arms with a possessive yet tender gesture, his fingers gently caressing your hair.

"My turn."

"Sorry, I can't wait." San leaned in to kiss wooyoung's temple, a silent apology for his impatience.

Wooyoung's gaze shifted as he met yours, a flicker of desire passing through his eyes before he masked it.

"Are you alright, darling?" Your weary eyes met him with a mix of exhaustion and longing, sensing the intensity of his desire that threatened to consume you. You knew he wouldn't easily release his hold on you.

"I'm fine, I guess," you replied softly, the words barely escaping your lips before he lifted your chin and claimed your mouth in a hungry kiss. The passion between you ignited, each kiss a fervent exploration of shared desire, a merging of souls that left an indelible mark on your hearts.

Breathless and lost in the moment, your lips remained locked in a dance of fervor. Wooyoung guided you to the couch, positioning himself above you as your kisses continued to convey a shared hunger, a mutual enjoyment of the escalating tension without a struggle for dominance.

"It seems we don't need any more preparation, do we?" he murmured, a hint of mischief in his voice.

"Please, Wooyoung," you whispered, already dizzy with anticipation, the remnants of your previous climax still coursing through your veins. Surrendering to instinct, you pleaded, momentarily forgetting your surroundings.

"Patience, my love," he replied, his voice a low rumble as he pressed against you, entering you with practiced skill. Your body arched in response, hands clutching his shoulders for support.

"Oh, Wooyoung," you moaned as he set a deliberate pace, each thrust slow but deep, as if seeking to push you to your limits with every movement.

As he teased you with shallow withdrawals followed by deep, penetrating thrusts, you felt a wave of pleasure building within you, overwhelming your senses. Your moans were stifled, muffled by the intensity of the moment.

"You were so sexy today, babe. How can you wear such an outfit but never tell us, huh?"

"Hmm…I just wanna surprise you…"

"Oh really?" He suddenly thrust so hard and hit your g spot without any error.

"Ah!" You shouted out and he immediately covered your mouth, wearing a smile on his lips.

"Feel so good, right?" He repeated what he did just now as if teasing you. You closed your eyes as everything was just overwhelming. Moaning and groaning were suppressed, only muffled sound came out.

Beside him, San shifted uncomfortably, his own desire reignited by the sight of Wooyoung's fervent lovemaking. His gaze lingered on you, a mix of envy and arousal evident in his expression.

"Damn… darling… you drive me crazy," San muttered, his hand moving to pleasure himself as he watched Wooyoung claim you as his own, a possessive glint in his eyes that dared San to challenge his dominance.

Wooyoung deepened the kiss, his tongue seeking entrance with a hint of aggression, a silent declaration of his claim over you. You yielded to his advances, allowing him to take the lead as his movements grew more urgent, more possessive, a silent promise of unbridled passion yet to come.

After parting from your lips, he nestled his head in the curve of your neck, leaving a lingering kiss.

"No…no hickey…others may see it…"

"Yes, babe." WooYoung increased his speed, pounding against your G-spot and rubbing against your inner walls in a fast paced.

"Oh fuck!" He knew you were about to reach limit.

"Don't cum until I tell you."

"Hmm, please, youngie~"

"Be good, hm?" He pecked at your lips and turned his head to San.

"Someone needs help, babe." He pulled you up and wrapped your legs around his waist.

"San, come here."

"Fuck her with me." You widened your eyes surprisingly and couldn't believe what you just heard.

"It's okay, babe. You can take it, hm?" You nodded, snuggling into the nook of his neck, feeling a bit awkward in your current position. All you wanted was for them to fuck you as quickly as possible.

"Can you take us at the same time, honey?"

"Yah..yah…"

"You're so good as always."

"Take a seat, babe." Wooyoung planted a gentle kiss on your temple before you felt two hands grip your hips. San lay on the sofa, easing you down slowly while guiding his hardness towards your entrance.

"Hiss…."

Now you were sandwiched between them, with your back against San's chest, sensing his warmth and the rhythm of his breath. Your chest pressed against Wooyoung's, the friction against his damp skin sending shivers down your spine.

The blend of your three scents, mingled with the aroma of passion, filled the air, heightening the erotic atmosphere.

"Its amazing!"

They could sense each other's arousal through the thin barrier between them. Your legs were spread on either side of Wooyoung's, hands intertwined with San's.

Wooyoung thrust into you with a fervor that seemed endless, as if he could never tire. The previous intimacy had only fueled his desire further. Meanwhile, San maintained a steady pace, relishing the sensation of your tightness enveloping him.

The heat of your inner walls drove Wooyoung wild. He could feel the intense warmth concentrated at the tip of his arousal, caressing your soft flesh, eliciting soft moans from him.

"Oh fuck, Y/N, take me so well." "It's us." San peppered your face with kisses, his tongue tracing over your skin, occasionally nipping gently. His marks left a trail of passion on your shoulder.

"Fuck, Sannie, Youngie…I… I'm, oh fuck." The intense lovemaking sent your mind into a whirlwind of pleasure, rendering you almost speechless. Observing you in this state, both San and Wooyoung felt immensely gratified.

"Want to cum, babe?" "Ahhh, yah…I'm gonna cum…" You shut your eyes tightly, releasing loud moans as if trying to expel every last breath from your lungs.

"Shh, be quiet," San hushed you, placing a hand over your mouth to muffle your ecstatic cries, feeling the ebb and flow of your breath, alternating between hot and cool.

"Cumming mess on my cock just like you always. You are so good for us. Fucking tight, fucking delicious."

"…!" Driven by his words and intensified thrusts that teased your most sensitive nerves, you reached the peak of pleasure once more.

"Hold on, babe. We still not yet." Wooyoung thrust with a speed and intensity that defied description, his energy seemingly boundless as he took you to new heights. Despite your exhaustion, he showed no signs of slowing down.

"Hmmmmm!" After a few final thrusts, his release came suddenly, leaving you both panting heavily, yearning to gradually come back to earth. Yet, in the heat of the moment, San's own climax had been momentarily forgotten.

"Oh, honey. Its my turn, sorry."

"Fuck you San!" "Shut up, wooyoung."

Pushing you up and withdrawing, San positioned you on Wooyoung's chest, reentering you with a fervor that matched his counterpart. With one foot on the sofa and the other on the floor, he moved with a rhythm that set your senses ablaze.

"Ha…ha….Sannie…" "You love moaning his name, huh?" "Hmm, youngie…" "Good girl."

Wooyoung tenderly caressed your back, gently tucking your hair behind your ear, and planting a soft kiss on your cheek. The overwhelming sensation left you breathless, a whirlwind of fatigue and excitement coursing through your body. Your legs trembled like leaves in the wind, requiring all your strength just to open your eyes.

Embracing you tightly, Wooyoung comforted you with a passionate kiss, his touch igniting a fire within you. Meanwhile, San quickened his pace in pursuit of his own climax. With a fervent exclamation, San reached his peak, pushing you to the brink as your essence dripped onto the sofa and their thighs.

"You did so well, my love. Let's tidy up," Wooyoung said softly, but you hesitated. "I don't want to move," you murmured. "That's alright, just rest," Wooyoung reassured you, planting a gentle kiss on your forehead; San got some tissues to clean you all. As you drifted off to sleep, exhausted from the day's activities, you missed their whispered words.

"I adore her in those sexy outfits. Imagine if she wore them every day.""She wouldn't be able to stand straight," San chuckled, sharing a knowing look with Wooyoung. They each placed a tender kiss on your forehead before quietly leaving the room to prepare for their performance.

Upon waking, you discovered a message from them: "Can't wait to see you at home. Love you."

Returning to your shared space, they had already prepared dinner, showered with you, and of course, made love with you again and lovingly tended to your needs. As the night unfolded, you found yourself enveloped in their care, drifting off to sleep nestled between them, San gently caressing your waist and Wooyoung massaging your head.

The following day, a video of your electrifying stage performance was shared on social media, quickly sparking conversations across the city. Your captivating presence and alluring attire became the talk of the town, attracting attention from major media outlets. Meanwhile, San and Wooyoung cherished your personal fancam, watching it daily as a reminder of your mesmerizing beauty.

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gard3nias · 5 months

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Amor tam pulcher | KTH - masterlist

❁pairing: taehyung x oc

❁description: if he could, he'd write poems on how pretty she looked, on how perfect she was. He'd probably make the next Catullus or even better, he'd dare say. Everyone would love to read about her and how she makes him feel. He even wonders how she isn't loved, worshipped in fact, by everyone but he's glad he's the only one whom she hops to whenever class is dismissed, the only one to have her cheeks explore all possible shades of red, the only one whose arms she'd willingly fall asleep in between.

❁genre: romance, fluff, smut, angst

❁wc: 82.59k

❁date: 30/03/2024

❁warning: mature content, mdi

❁notes: strangers-to-lovers, teen love story, lots of fluff, smut, senior!taehyung (taehyung is like super smart), junior!oc (academic weapon, she loves herself an excellent academic performance), a lil angst, taehyung is head over heels for oc, nature lovers (oc loves flowers, taehyung loves butterflies), countryside (looks like Italy because that is the only type of countryside I know and love), oc has a lovely family, taehyung has daddy issues, jimin and jungkook are taehyung's besties( they also have other two girls as best friends); oc has a girl best friend (childhood best friend) and three boys as best friends); oc is so fucking prettyyy, like girl pretty (pretty privilege a bit)

❁chapters (status - ongoing) ⇀ updates every two Saturdays, 10 AM CEST

❀ ❛prologue❜ - 1.52k

a memory; taehyung is staying over oc's place and trying not to lose his mind for her ⇀ «A love that drives me crazy, a lovely crazy, a sexy crazy, an amazing crazy»

❀ 01 ❛love is all around❜ - 4.24k

oc moved to town; oc meets her childhood friend, cleo; lovely family lunch ⇀ «If only you knew how special it feels to be special to someone...»

❀ 02 ❛ying yang❜ - 4.28k

oc and cleo hang out all day at a field; oc meets cleo's cats; oc and cleo childhood flashback ⇀ «Always thought my match would look like me but two pieces of the same puzzle can't be equal»

❀ 03 ❛the exploratory stage❜ - 5.48k

oc and cleo go shopping; cleo gives oc a tour of the town; oc and cleo go to jimin's restaurant and cleo gives oc a description of tae and his friends ⇀ «This is who I am now or maybe who I always was but forgot to be»

❀ 04 ❛just like old times❜ - 6.70k

oc's first day of school; she makes new friends and goes home to simp on taehyung through his social; taehyung comes back from his holidays ⇀ «He's pretty. No wait! Heavenly. Gorgeous. God's favourite for sure... and mine too»

❀ 05 ❛a monarch butterfly❜ - 4.17k

tae's back to school; came back home from jk's beach house; he goes shopping with adrielle, his friend; all the friends are driven to school by jk ⇀ «They say mental exhaustion is greater than the physical one and yet I feel dead up there and no different when it comes to my body»

❀ 06 ❛venus❜ - 4.82k

tuesday; tae sees oc for the first time in the bus and admires her from afar; the whole day in school he thinks about her; jk is the only one to notice this is starts 'investigating' oc ⇀ «Whenever she walked in, time would slow down and my pupils would expand, all for me to sip in her majestic beauty without missing anything»

❀ 07 ❛a laurel❜ - 4.92k

tuesday of the following week; tae is hanging out with his friends at adrielle's place; adrielle wants to become the school's president; tae stalks oc's instagram ⇀ «Like you a little, don't want no riddle. Say it, say it back, oh, say it ditto. Can't wait 'til the morning, so say it, ditto»

❀ 08 ❛fuck you!❜ - 6.10k

thursday; daphne is in her physics class and she can't understand shit; she has a little mental breakdown and takes it out on her friends ⇀ «I see her in the back of my mind all the time like a fever, like I'm burning alive»

❀ 09 ❛en route❜ - 5.07k

friday; daphne wants to impress tae; daphne and tae sit next to each other in the bus; ⇀ «If only he knew... if only she knew...»

❀ 10 ❛who we are, what we do❜ - 6.01k

saturday; love for routines; shopping; hanging out with cleo; lunch with the two families; video call between the five friends ⇀ «They say not to believe what you see online. "The beauty you could find there is so surreal that it can't be real", they say. But what happens when it's standing just a few feet away from you, glowing like the moon on a starless night? How do you withstand it?»

❀ 11 ❛an overly ambitious hedonistic seductress❜ - 6.04k

sunday; the five friends meet up for their school project; daphne suspects there is more going on between cleo and nick; little gossip time with asher ⇀ «Chiquitita, tell me the truth. I'm a shoulder you can cry on. Your best friend, I'm the one you must rely on»

❀ 12 ❛the butterfly, the cricket and the wing-man❜ - 4.49k

sunday; while the five friends meet up for their school project, tae and his meet for the electoral campaign; jk is so unserious; maknae line interaction; they have dinner at adrielle's place; jk is drunk asf and his friends make fun of him before they go home ⇀ «Life itself has nothing to give you. Lay in your bed all day and you'll get the point. Life starts making sense and having a shape when you start doing something, when you meet the right people»

❀ 13 ❛the Titanic❜ - 7.31k

wednesday; second week of october; the electoral campaign is officially on; tae and his team are stressed out because of it; in the meantime, Daphne undertakes her physics test; it doesn’t go well so her friends work something out for her ⇀ «There's a monster in the water. It clawing into the ship. I'm sinking»

❀ 14 ❛from five to ten❜ - 11.44k

wednesday; second week of october; daphne and her friends have a picnic together; they travel by train; daphne is happy after the failed test; taehyung stalks her Instagram and realises she started following his main ⇀ «'Temptare', handle, try, test»

❀ 15 ❛bold, red and underlined❜

❀ 16 ❛it's Daphne!❜

❀ 17 ❛hesperiidae❜

❀ 18❛opposites attract❜

❀ 19 ❛peek-a-boo (boo boo)❜

❀ 20 ❛caramel macchiato❜

❀ 21 ❛monarch and blue morpho butterflies❜

❀ 22 ❛rosy cheeks❜

❀ 23 ❛caramel macchiato❜

❀ 24 ❛butterflies, flowers... and butterflies❜

❀ 25 ❛whistling missile❜

❀ 26

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fairlyang · 9 months

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Special 🕷️

you get brought up on stage (request)

w/c: 3.8K

pairing: magicmike!miguel x f!reader

tags: 18+ smut. one use of y/n, ghostface mask, looks at you, chooses you, practically teasing, lap dance to the extreme, turned on x2, invited you backstage, flirting, stroking, humping, blowjob, interrupted

notes: I posted this on Halloween😭 and also this was a request by a mutual that I don’t think has found this acc yet </3

pony — song 2

It was your friend, Eva's birthday and as usual you were going to go to the club with them, but your other friend Jenna asked why don't you go to a strip club instead.

En route to your usual club too.

So the plan changed and designated driver Alivia quickly changed directions and drove to the strip club Jenna had found.

You were wearing a red lace bralette cami top with black flare pants and heels, and not a dress this time because you weren't in the mood for something tight. But now you were unsure if this was the right type of outfit for a strip club but it was too late to go change.

You had finally made it and the bright neon lights came to view after walking out of the parking lot and to the entrance. You walked to the line, getting ready to get your ids checked which surprisingly went by quickly.

You all walked in together and the inside was the complete opposite of the bright exterior of the club. It was dark and only had a few pillars with red neon lights on them.

And of course with the big stage in the middle with loads of lights. But besides that there was a bar on both opposite ends of the stage, along with lots of tables in front of it.

It was still early, barely about to be 7:30 so your group was somehow able to find a table right up front of the stage.

"No fucking way in hell do I wanna get dragged up there-" Eva says as everyone sits down making you scoff.

"It's your birthday why the fuck would you not want a hot man dancing for you." Jazmin quickly says making the rest of us nod.

"Well first of all I'm wearing a dress, everyone knows they purposely don't choose girls who wear dresses." She says matter-of-factly which only confuses you.

She notices your confusion and continues, "it'd be tougher to do all their moves with a girl in a dress."

You shrug and look up at the stage as the lights turned off, you turn to her and say, "wouldn't be the worst thing in the world though..."

Suddenly the lights come and just as Pony by Ginuwine starts playing there's a man on stage with his back turned to the crowd. He was still fully clothed but as he turned around to look at the already hollering crowd, you noticed he was wearing a ghostface mask.

And as if it couldn't get any better he started dancing while unzipping the sweater he had on, throwing it on to the floor and immediately doing some hip thrusts while he had his arms up.

You yelled along with the other women on the floor because you couldn't help it. And mainly because he deserved it.

The way he was moving his body, to the beat of the music, and in such precision, you could've sworn you were getting turned on already. He had literally just started and the worst part it's not like he was even doing this for you. And it was his job.

Which just meant he was good at it.

And looked good while doing it too.

His biceps were big and toned, you might as well have been salivating as you watched him dance and move around expertly, paying the most attention to his arms.

And his broad shoulders. He looked like a big guy and those muscles looked so fucking good.

He did more hip thrusts and spun before dropping to his knees, hands moving down his body as he slid behind him while moving his hips back and forth. Then standing up, doing a cartwheel and takes his tank top off.

More screams erupted and his torso was just as good as his arms. If not better.

You were barely able to see the six pack he had before he immediately went down to the floor and did some floor thrusts. Your mouth was wide open and your friends next to you were screaming their hearts out.

He then slid to the edge of the end of the stage he was on, sitting there for a few seconds for everyone to ogle him, lifted himself up to do two thrusts then stood up now on the stage in front of you.

He jumped on beat to the lyrics before taking off the tank top he had on earlier, out of his pants-

Your mouth was still wide open in shock because you didn't even notice he put it in there. But you quickly screamed as he threw it to your table making all of you scramble for it but birthday girl Eva was the lucky one to get it.

"Fuck yes!!" She screamed before turning her attention back to Mr. Ghostface.

He then did a few moves looking at each side of the stage before slowly taking off the mask then flipping his hair back. And of course he was gorgeous.

No surprise there.

He dragged the mask down his body before locking eyes with you. He took a couple steps back before throwing the mask behind him. He then walked forward to the front of the stage, has a hand above his eyebrows as if he's scouting out into the crowd then points towards you specifically before turning back around and does a backflip off the stage and lands in front of your table.

Your heart was beating out of your chest and you notice the lights turn off before you felt him in front of you. Surely enough you feel weight on the arms of your chair and his face in front of you. He then moves down and whispers in your ear, "do you wanna come up on stage?"

You feverishly nod before realizing maybe he can't see you, "absolutely!"

Suddenly the lights are back on and he's no longer in front of your face but between your legs. He wraps your legs around his head and then carries the chair you're sitting on up. You quickly wrap your arms behind his head as he drops the chair and in an instant holds you up by your back.

You blurt out curses as you realize how close he was to your crotch but laugh as he carefully places you down on the stage. He slyly got on the stage and his head was by your stomach before he fully brought himself onto the stage and started trusting dangerously close to your crotch.

It was full on torture but the wide grin he was giving you, might've made it worth it.

You were too afraid to touch him so you gathered up some of the bills that were by your head and waved them at him. The grin never falling from his face as he gets up, almost tripping on the loads of bills he had been receiving throughout his whole routine.

He then reached down, grabbed your hands and pulled you up. You straightened up as he brought your hands over his body, letting your trail them along his chest and abs.

You internally screamed and just gasped as you noticed how toned he was up close. And fine, this man was undeniably the hottest man you've laid your eyes on.

He then grabbed your waist and had you walk backwards until you felt something hard by the back of your leg. He had you sit down until your ass was on a chair and you couldn't believe your luck.

He began by dancing in front of you to the beat of the new song that was playing and you subconsciously squeeze your thighs together as you watch the way his body moves.

His eyes were dead set on yours and it only made this whole experience more thrilling. He moved a hand over his body before it stops at his crotch and he does a handful of thrusts to which you happily cheer for.

He then came up to you while on his knees, hands on your shoulders as his head comes up your body, almost touching your cleavage but his eyes were definitely set there before he looked into your eyes. You were mesmerized and could watch him do his thing all day if you could.

He then got on top of your chair, at first kind of squatting over your lap, running a hand over your hair then stands up with his crotch right in front of your face. Your mouth grew dry and it was just making you more excited.

He comes back down, gently caressing your cheek before he jumps off the chair then turns around facing the crowd and flips his body backwards, landing on top of your lap. You watch absolutely shocked as he thrusts on to you then grinds on you slightly before coming back up.

Your mind was already so overwhelmed and filled with thoughts you probably shouldn't be having while getting a show right in front of your eyes.

He stands up again only to do a little spin and sits on your lap, one hand on your shoulder while he brings his body backwards, then lets go but brings a leg up and over your shoulder. You left a hand on his thigh and he then quickly brings your head down towards his crotch.

You laugh again as he sits up, thrusting his hips in front of you before the lights turn dark again and he carefully brings the chair you were on down until it hits the floor. You stayed still not able to see anything until his crotch was the only thing you could see in front of your face, making your body grow hot.

You then see him move his arms forward and he brought the chair closer to him, his crotch now fully being your only view. He then used the chair as support to thrust in front of your face before he grabbed your legs, wrapping his arms around your ass then carries you up.

You quickly wrapped your arms around his waist and you had no other choice but to look at his crotch once again. You let out a shaky breath as you could've sworn you felt him give your inner thigh a kiss.

He then does some fast maneuver, somehow flipping you over his shoulder before bringing you back down to the ground. He gives you a bright smile for a singular second before he flips you back and bends you over, hands on your waist as he full on grinds against you. You held back a moan as he continued and even thrusted against you, you almost forgot there were other women watching this all, including your friends.

He then helped you back up before bringing you back down to the floor again, you laid down no questions asked. He left your eye sight, probably to do some moves for the women in the crowd before coming back crotch back in front of your face.

One thrust before he somehow flips you on to your front, pulling your hair up gently making you gasp before he thrusts into you. He then grabs you, placing you on your side, lifting your left leg up as he thrusts behind you then pulls your leg over and grinds right against your clothed (not so surprisingly) wet pussy.

You cover your mouth as the lights turn into a red and you could see the smirk on his face as if he's only now taking account what kind of reaction you've given him. Surely he was enjoying this too-

He flips over so he was back to thrusting his crotch onto your face but then flips again and drags your body across the floor and now somehow you were sitting on top of his lap looking out into the crazy hoard of women now standing up and closer to the stage.

He bucks his hips up against you then brings you down and flips you over so you were back on your back while his crotch was hovering your face, thrusting again.

He then gets off you and pulls you back up again, then grabs the back of your legs, carrying you as you wrapped your legs around his waist, arms behind his neck. He then starts thrusting into you making you let out an accidental moan into his ear which made him laugh, "enjoying this huh?" He teases in to your ear making you laugh.

He pulls away, still thrusting and you shrug, "maybe.. could you blame me?"

"Don't think I can honestly..." he murmurs as he squats down, hands no longer on you but instead behind your back as he thrusts faster making you gasp before he stands back up.

"Maybe I can help you out." He whispers and you nod, before he places you down and finally the song was coming to its end.

He turned you to the crowd and you could only laugh and hide your face as he blew kisses and thrusted into the air for the hoard of horny women in front of you.

He grabbed your hand and walked to the end of the stage before jumping off and helping you get down. "I'll catch ya in a bit yeah?" He whispers in your ear, giving you a wink before climbing back on stage for his standing ovation.

You stood there shocked until Eva pulls you down to your chair and all your girls scream. You sat there dumbfounded, finding it absolutely unbelievable that you were somehow the chosen one.

And by a fine ass stripper at that.

You looked back up to the stage and right at that moment he gave you a wink before he slipped his ghostface mask back on and ran off backstage. You looked back at your friends and covered your mouth, eyes wide and ready to fall out still shocked. "Lucky bitch."

"That was the hottest thing I've ever seen in my life-"

"So fucking lucky-"

"He was hot as fuck-"

They all spoke at the same time and you couldn't even tell who said what because your body still felt extremely hot and now you just prayed Mr. Ghostface would come get you because he caused this mess.

Another stripper came up in a firefighter outfit but you couldn't stop thinking of that dance you just got. It was so exhilarating and your body was still feeling all tingly from his touch.

And you might as well give him a good tip because that was a once in a lifetime experience and he gave it his all.

Suddenly you're tapped on the shoulder making you turn your head to see a woman with short hair giving you a smile, "our ghostface would like to see you."

You quickly stood up waving to your friends before grabbing your purse and phone then follow the woman who led you backstage. You walked past a ton of other strippers who were getting ready to go up and who were also wearing all types of Halloween costumes.

Michael Myers was also looking pretty good...

You felt them staring right back at you and you couldn't help but question if strippers usually bring girls backstage?

That thought quickly vanishes when the woman brings you up to his door and then walks away. You knock and hear a slight, "come in."

You take a deep breath then open the door to see Mr. Ghostface putting his mask on to a mannequin head before turning to you and giving you a smile. You step in then close the door before he beckoned you.

You walked into his dressing room and gave him a smile back before opening your purse up, "that was really incredible-"

"Oh you don't have to do that." He says and walks up to you, putting his hand on yours to stop you.

"I want to!" You say and he shakes his head.

"It's alright, plus this dance felt a little... extra special than my usual ones go." He replies in a low tone making you nod slowly before letting go of your purse.

His hands were now off you but now you were just filled with curiosity. "How come?" You asked and he chuckles.

"It didn't feel like I was working, it was fun. Not every night we can say that." He says making you hum, slightly understanding him.

"But maybe you could pay me another way.." he suggests and you play dumb, shrugging.

"Like how?" You whispered and he leaned in closer to your face, sending shivers all throughout your body.

"I think you know how now don't you gorgeous?" He murmurs and wraps his arms around your waist, bringing you as close to him as possible making you place your hands to his bare chest.

"I think I have an idea." You say as you feel his hard on right up against your stomach.

"You did really do such a good job out there." You murmur as you snake a hand down his body before letting it trace around his bulge, teasing him.

He starts to breathe heavily and it only makes you more excited. "Had me shocked at every part." You whisper and finally rub your hand against him making him moan.

"Also left me wanting more..." you cooed into his ear as you started to stroke him over his sweatpants.

"It left me wanting more too as you can tell." He breathes out making you chuckle.

"You bring all the lucky girls back here?" You joke and he instantly shakes his head.

"Never do actually." He says making you scoff.

"Seriously. All the guys were shocked but you're special. Something about that out there was special." He murmurs and you stroke him faster after he's done.

"That's good to know." You coo and he hums.

"Technically no competition." You say making him laugh before he holds onto you and sits down, making you sit on his lap.

You both moan when your cunt directly rubs against him. "None at all gorgeous." He breathes out as his hands sit on your hips.

You move them back and forth while you're sat right on his hard bulge, him helping you as he lays his head back. "So fucking beautiful." He murmurs making you moan as his shaft hits perfectly against your slit.

You place your hands against his shoulders for support before moving faster, earning you the hottest moans from him. You bit your lip as you grind against him perfectly.

You then get off him and slide down his body and get on your knees in front of him, looking up at him as you play with the waistband of his sweats. "My names Miguel by the way." He says making you chuckle and smile up at him.

"Y/n." You reply before sliding his sweats and boxers off and then taking hold of his thick cock.

"Pretty name for a pretty girl." He coos making you grin before you spit on it and let it dribble down before licking the tip then stroking it. You then take it in your mouth, slowly going down trying to take him while stroking his base. He moaned above you and you felt his hands guiding your head lower, to take more of him.

You let him and go as down as possible, his tip hitting the back of your throat as he bucked his hips forward making you gag before he goes back down and you pull away, slapping his tip onto your tongue.

He groaned and you took him back into your mouth, going down then back up as you looked into his eyes. He locked his gaze on to you watching as you moved back and forth as if this was your job.

He leaned his head back moaning as you took him deep in your throat again and then pulled back only to take him deep again. You were already starting to feel breathless but you needed to make this man cum.

He gave you such an incredible show you might as well repay him the best way you knew how.

"Fuck baby — taking me so good." He moans as you bob your head up and down, stroking what you can't take.

You squeezed your thighs together as your arousal was only getting more prominent in your panties. His moans were just driving you insane and were your motivation to keep taking all of him even if you couldn't breathe anymore.

"Just like that — good fucking girl you take that cock." He groans and grabs onto your head, pushing you down and having you gag on him again.

He thrusts his hips up having you gag even more before pulling away and drool slips out of your mouth and onto his cock. You stroke him fast, the wet noises of his cock filling your ears and only turning you on more and more.

"Holy fuck baby." He grunts, bringing his hand down to your face before slipping his thumb into your light which you happily sucked on.

He rolls his eyes back and pulls it away with a plop. You get back to work and bob your head much faster as you take all of him in your mouth.

Miguel leans back against the couch and feels his orgasm approaching in his lower abdomen as you gag on him more making him groan. He then pushes your head down all the way making you breathe in through your nose as you feel his trimmed happy trail tickle your nose when you feel him twitch and then drop his load down your throat.

You swallowed as much of it as you could before he finally lets go and you pull away coughing then catching your breath as you stroke him through his high, the last of his cum dripping onto his thighs.

He breathed heavily and you stopped stroking him as you watched his cock twitch the final remnants of cum drop off the side of his cock.

You let him go and he shakes his head, looking down at you with the widest grin, "I think we're even now."

You laugh and return the grin before sitting up, "maybe we are but maybe we could go furth-"

Suddenly the door swings open and you scramble to stand up while Miguel stays seated, calming his breathing when the woman from earlier comes in, "Miguel you're up again with the group."

"Thanks Lyla." He says waving her off as you stood up, a bit disappointed this was the end.

"How about we call this a rain check and next time could be outside the club?" He suggests and you nod, smiling at him before grabbing your things and watch as he stands up to change into something else.

"Well I hope you enjoy the rest of the show." He says giving you a wink as you open the door and give him a wave before walking away.

#miguel ohara #across the spiderverse #miguel ohara imagine #miguel ohara x reader #miguel ohara smut #miguel o hara #miguel ohara oneshot #miguel ohara x y/n #atsv miguel

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frickingnerd · 9 days

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yandere corrin

pairing: gn!corrin x gn!reader

tags: unspecified route/setting, spoiled!corrin, obsessive!corrin

corrin has been sheltered all their life. living in nohr, only being around their siblings and a few selected maids and such, corrin grew lonely

so it shouldn't come as a huge surprise that the first person that corrin meets outside of that group immediately becomes special to corrin

not just that, but corrin is quick to start obsessing over that person!

you become the embodiment of freedom to corrin! you've lived a life surrounded by so many people and have had such a vastly different experience than corrin

corrin envies you, but also admires you! corrin wants to learn everything they can from you about the world outside

corrin is relatively harmless as a yandere, at least in the early stages of your relationship. but depending on how things go, corrin does have a more dangerous side that could come out

after all, corrin has been spoiled and is used to getting what they want. whether it's from their siblings or maids!

and if corrin wants something from you, that you aren't willing to give, then corrin doesn't mind letting others do their dirty work and simply force you to give corrin what they want!

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otomiyaa · 1 month

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Inspiration

Hori x Kashima

[Fic Reupload] - Among the fics that died without me even noticing, this HoriKashi oldie from 2017. A little late to say this, but it did have a special place in my heart...

Summary: Sakura gets dragged along by Nozaki to watch Kashima and Hori while they practice at their drama club. Things turn out a bit tickly over there which is kinda awkward when you’re in the audience, watching and hearing every single thing… for inspiration! (Also on AO3)

Word Count: 1K

“And why exactly are we here again?”

“I told you. Inspiration.”

Sakura had kinda hoped Nozaki had different plans for them for the day, but alas, today it seemed like a good day for Nozaki to gain inspiration by watching Hori-senpai and Kashima-kun’s drama practice. Of all things!

No offense though, she absolutely loved them and especially watching their bond develop was definitely entertaining. But… Was Nozaki ever going to take her out on a bit more… romantic activity? Probably not.

“Hayaaaa-hah! Surrender, mister!” Kashima said in a low, heroic voice, but Hori swung his fake sword at her and roared.

“Nevah!” The clinging of swords continued. For a moment it looked as if Hori was winning this ‘battle’, whatever play even was this? But then Kashima hit Hori in the ribs with her sword and she cried triumphantly.

“HAh! You’re dead!” She poked him with the sword again and Hori howled and fell back.

“Am not!” he barked, but Kashima poked him repeatedly with the sword now and stepped on top of him with one foot.

“Dead dead dead!” she yelled, and Sakura snickered. Those two were just hilarious and…

“HEhe! Don’t touch my tummy, that tickles!” Apparently the sword-poking had taken a whole different route now and Sakura watched how Hori curled up and Kashima looked at him with wonder.

“Hori-senpai is ticklish huh,” Sakura said with a happy smile, and she noticed Nozaki looked intrigued as well.

“Does it hm!?” Kashima reacted like anyone probably would have. She dropped the sword and tackled him, straddling his legs and attacking him with quick pokes and prods.

“Senpai has a ticklish tummy! Awww isn’t that cute!”

Sakura nodded but wasn’t sure if Kashima even realized they were here, watching them. Nozaki hummed in approval when Hori screeched; Kashima was now wiggling her fingers all over Hori’s stomach under his shirt and the latter cried out hysterical bits of laughter.

“Why are you filming!?” Sakura barked when Nozaki aimed his phone at the pair. A smile covered his face and he just looked so… entertained.

“Stop! Stahahahp noooo!” Hori barked when Kashima wrestled him down with her larger body and proceeded to tickle other areas than his tummy. Hori seemed like a person who was ticklish everywhere… Sakura got a shiver there for a moment. So relatable.

“I s-swehehear! Get oahahaff!” Hori’s laughter was hilarious alright.

“I’ll stop if you surrender! Give up!” Kashima roared, tickling the living daylights out of her partner. Hori seriously laughed like a girl. He was also flailing around on the stage, and it was just one hilarious sight since they were wearing costumes as well and Kashima was still sticking to her role.

“I CAhahan’t!” Hori squealed, shaking his head firmly, but Kashima wasn’t stopping.

“Don’t be foolish! Give up!” Kashima said louder as to beat the volume of Hori’s hysterical laughter.

“I’m ahahalready dehehead! Stop it youhou – !” Sakura smiled but was getting worried for Hori’s life there. Nozaki had stopped making notes and was only watching and filming now with that adorable smile on his face. Was this really giving him inspiration or…?

“Meh-mehehercy! Please mercy you stupid witch!” Hori was sounding so frustrated now hehe, but Kashima wasn’t letting up. All Sakura could see now was one poor heap on the floor that was Hori, and Kashima bending over him as she wiggled her butt in their direction.

She continued to tickle Hori and even a few “PFFFFTTT”-sounds were heard, and Sakura got another shiver. Raspberries. Things were turning a little bit more awkward now.

“K-Kashima-kun’s quite merciless huh,” Sakura said, trying to pierce through the awkward silence between Nozaki and her.

“Yeah,” Nozaki said with that undying smile. Ugh. Sakura shivered again when Hori’s laughter got a higher pitch since Kashima was probably getting to an even worse spot now.

“NOohohoho hehehelp meeee!” Hori screamed, but Sakura was stuck to her bench and Nozaki looked like he had no intention of helping at all.

As if Kashima only realized now that they were here, she suddenly looked up and waved at them while she continued to tickle Hori with one hand.

“Hellooo!” she greeted. Bad choice since this left her unguarded and Hori managed to get her down with one violent kick.

“Kashima-kun!” Sakura squeaked, but Hori dragged her out from the stage and wheezed.

“You’ll pay for this. You’ll fly from the roof, drown in toilets, and –!” He dragged her out of the hall and their hysterical voices vanished in the distance. Sakura’s lips twitched. She’d always known these two were so extreme.

“Kinky,” Nozaki said, and Sakura jolted.

“Flying from roofs and drowning in toilets isn’t kinky!” she barked, still half dead inside just from hearing that word coming from his mouth, but Nozaki chuckled and put his phone away.

“You know he won’t do that,” Nozaki said, and Sakura sighed. Of course she knew that, but she was just a little bit worked up by this… atmosphere.

“So… did you get inspiration?” she asked, Nozaki stared at the empty stage and nodded.

“I did,” he said with a thoughtful expression. He then looked at her, and Sakura’s heart stopped. Crap.

“No!” She made it for a jump but didn’t come far. Nozaki pulled her back and pinned her on top of his lap.

“Nononono Nozahahaki-kuuhuuuun!” she screeched as Nozaki attacked her sides and tummy with tickles. She flailed on top of his lap like a baby and laughed until her lungs were burning.

Probably somewhere in this school Kashima was suffering from some similar vengeance coming from Hori, unless she managed to overpower him again. who knew.

“Surrender, surrender!” Nozaki copied Kashima as he tickled her like crazy, and Sakura really lost it there.

“Thahahat doesn’t even make sehehense!” she cackled, and she was in serious trouble when he scribbled her stomach with all ten fingers, making her lose her mind. For a moment her flailing and kicking caused her to wriggle free from his grip, for like only a brief couple of seconds before Nozaki pulled her back and doomed her even more.

“Lehehet me gooo! Go wrihihite your mangahaha!” Sakura laughed as she was held up against him by her arm and tickled under said arm until her body spasmed unhealthily.

“Nah. I like this better.” Nozaki smirked and pinned her arm even higher above her head to properly access the weak hollow of her armpit.

“Ehehehe nooooo!” This was honestly so unfaaair. She was never going with Nozaki on his inspiration-tours ever, EVER, again!

#reupload #gekkan shoujo nozaki kun #horikashi #tickling #tickle fic #hori #kashima #chiyo sakura #umetarou nozaki #otomiya!writes

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taylorsssversion · 4 months

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Before the *e word* talk started, Monday evening I was thinking about how The Louvre (that was a couple hours late to open Monday morning for “unforeseen circumstances”) would’ve been SUCH a Tayvis place to get engaged.

I would love a little one shot pretty please🥹

A quartet in concerts

contains: fluff, Taylor x Travis

words: 1.2k

Masterlist

It was the 8th of May. One day before the new Eras Tour started. Taylor and Travis entered the entrance of the Louvre museum in Paris.

Especially for them, the museum opened early before the normal visits. Travis had organised that. Taylor had no clue how he managed it, but it must involve a lot of money. Their bodyguards positioned in the main hall, right at the entrance. One of them wished them much fun as they followed the tour route to the first room. Taylor thanked him and took Travis hand.

Normally, it would be totally crowded here so Taylor was glad that they had their peace and togetherness. She admired the beautiful architecture and sculptures. She had always been a fan of this art and building style. It was so different from most the ones in America.

"You've been here before right?", Travis asked and squeezed her hand lightly. Today he wore a flannel jacket over his white shirt. He was growing out his hair again and it looked better each single day.

Taylor smiled. He was stunning and she was so proud to call him hers.

"Yeah", she answered. "But it was a lot more crowded back then." They laughed. "Oh I can imagine.", he said.

They stopped at a Greek sculpture. It was a man with a horse.

"Huh. Incredible, isn't it?", Travis asked. Tay just nodded impressed.

"And what are your favorite paintings here?", he asked. "Something special? Or more mainstream? Mona Lisa?"

Taylor chuckled "It's 'A quartet in concert'. The 'Mona Lisa' is pretty overrated. Sadly."

Travis grinned. "Of course it is the painting with the music"

They laughed and continued their tour.

"Are you nervous for tomorrow?", he wanted to know and gave her a concerning look.

"A bit", Taylor admitted.

"I've been on stage for so many years now and I still get nervous every time." She made a voicless laugh. "Kinda weird, huh?"

"No, I think not. I am nervous before every game. That's normal, I guess." Travis shrugged and put an arm around Taylor's shoulders. "But don't worry, you'll have me. I'll be on your side as your lucky charm." He gave her a heartwarming smile.

"Thank you." Taylor said. "But let's not talk about tomorrow. Let's enjoy this night. With only the two of us."

The entered the next room. It was full of paintings. "Oh look! There it is!", said Taylor excitedly and walked to a large painting on the right wall.

"A quartet in concert by Jean Raoux", read Travis. Four people were on that painting, one singer, one girl playing a flute and two girls reading.

"It's beautiful.", he smiled.

"It seems so peaceful.", said Taylor and admired the different colors. "I wish I could paint like that.", she admitted. And a dreamy gaze fell onto her eyes. Travis touched her shoulder.

"You can sing. Certainly better than those people.", he nodded towards the painting. Taylor laughed. "Who knows? Maybe that's the Taylor Swift from their time."

"Nah", Travis made a grimace and they had to laugh. For a second, they just looked at each other, happy to be here.

"I don't know how it could get any better than this.", Travis then said after a while. They still admired the painting. Taylor found more details in this art then last time she was here.

Her brows furrowed. "What do you mean?"

He gave her a look she couldn't determine. Then, Travis fell down on his knee and reached into the pocket of his jacket. A small dark box lay in his hand. He opened it and a dainty silver ring came to light. Taylor's breath got caught in her throat. Only to let her heart start racing. She put her hands over her mouth, only to realise they were shaking. Travis cleared this throat.

"When I made this friendship bracelet, I never thought it would lead to this.

I never thought we both would end up here. Together. You mean so much to me Taylor. And I can't imagine a life without you. You make me whole, I feel like a completely new person since I met you." He looked deeply in her eyes. And Taylor could swear his eyes were glazy.

"I know you may not be ready for this. But that's okay. I can wait. I will wait a whole lifetime for you, baby. I choose you and me."

He took a deep breath. "Taylor Swift, do you want to marry me?"

"Oh Travis", she whispered, tears in her eyes. Then she fell down on her knees and kissed him deeply. Their lips had been clashed together a thousand times but right now it felt like the first time ever.

"Yes! I do! I love you." The tears now ran freely over her cheeks. With a knuckle of his finger, Travis gently wiped her tears off her cheek.

Taylor put a hand on his face. Looking in his eyes deeply before tightly wrapping her arms around him.

"I love you baby.", Travis whispered in her hair. She could hear his voice tremble.

"You don't know how much this means to me.", she said with a teary voice. "I never thought, I could love someone that much again."

"I love you", he whispered in her ear. "You never have to be alone. From now on, I will always be there for you."

They let go of each other and Travis took her hand. Although he played a ruff sport, his hands were soft and gentle. Carefully, he placed the ring on her finger. It fit like it was specifically made for her.

"It's wonderful", Taylor breathed. She felt like hear heart would explode.

"You are wonderful.", Travis corrected and tucked a strand of her hair behind her ear. His eyes wandered back and forth between hers.

"Come", he said and pulled her up back in their feet. They hugged and kissed again and Taylor said: "You have no idea how happy you make me." She wiped her tears away and looked at the ring. At the new promise.

"How long have you planned this?", she asked. Travis chuckled. "Oh that's my secret."

Taylor poked him in the ribs. "C'mon", but Travis only shook his head with a wide grin on his lips.

"You're unbelievable", she laughed and took his hand.

"I know", he said and leaned in to kiss her deeply.

"Just one thing", Taylor said when they finished their kiss.

"No one has to know about this, okay? No one, just the two of us."

"Deal", Travis said and kissed her again.

When they came back to the entrance hall, their bodyguards grinned at them. Taylor had to laugh. They all knew what would happen this whole time.

She looked down at her hand, the new ring sparkled in the dim light. She was going to marry! That's all she ever wanted and Travis gave her this. It felt like a dream. Like a wonderland.

She could not wait for the future. Their future. Together.

#taylor swift #taylor and travis #travis kelce #taylor swift fanfiction #fanfiction #fanfic #oneshot #story #request #taylor x travis #tayvis fanfiction #ask #question #writing

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still-not-over-transformers · 1 year

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hi! May I request a GN!human Reader x TFA!Swindle,

maybe reader and swindle make some sort of deal with each other (but swindle being swindle) is the one who gets the better end of the deal.

A Mutually Beneficial Partnership

TFA Swindle x GN Human Reader

Warnings: None

Word Count: 1000+

You were nervous as you stood outside a large warehouse on a pier, waiting amongst a group of other people. This would be the first time you had ever personally attended a black market weapons auction, as you normally had your assistant Steve go in your place and represent you. Well, Steve got arrested for tax fraud and now you were stuck here amongst various shady and unsavory individuals you preferred to avoid.

You specialized in acquiring illegal merchandize, primarily weaponry, and selling it online through the dark web for maximum profit. Currently the hot items were anything Cybertronian, especially weapons. Ever since those autobots arrived on Earth, acquiring and selling Cybertronian items became very lucrative, but you knew how to be careful. Security opened the large garage-like door to the storage unit, allowing all attendees to enter in single-file, each “guest” being searched for weapons upon entry.

As you finally entered the venue, you found your seat and waited until the auction began. After the auctioneer graced the stage, multiple black market items began to circulate on and off the stage, many attendees shouting out their bids. Almost as soon as the first Cybertronian item, a null ray, appeared on stage the room was illuminated by bright spotlights. Aggressive voices resounded from loudspeakers held by Officer Fanzone, “EVERYONE PUT YOUR HANDS UP! YOU ARE ALL UNDER ARREST FOR PARTICIPATING IN THE ILLEGAL SALE OF CYBERTRONIAN WEAPONRY.” Various Detroit P.D. officers burst into the venue, followed by none other than Optimus Prime, sending everyone into a panicked frenzy.

Instead of heading for one of the exits like the other attendees, you made a beeline for the stage entrance, sneaking past the gaze of the officers. You made your way backstage and eventually found your way to the storage area where the illegal items were housed. As you attempted to find an escape route, you heard footsteps not far behind you. As you panicked, you spotted an unattended S.U.V./Jeep vehicle. You rush towards the vehicle and pull on the door handle and quickly climb inside, hoping to hide.

To your horror, the exit doors of the building open up allowing a flood of Detroit P.D. officers inside. Suddenly the engine turns on, and the vehicle peels towards the exit, forcing the officers to dive out of the way. In the passenger seat, you start to freak out as you’re taken on a terrifying ride via a self-driving car.

After what felt like a lifetime, the vehicle finally came to a stop after reaching a rural and isolated area away from the warehouse. The passenger door opens and you bolt out of the vehicle, adrenaline coursing through your veins.

Suddenly the vehicle before you transformed into a massive robot. No, a Decepticon, you thought as you recognized the purple insignia on the robot. The Decepticon, Swindle, looked down at (Y/N), “Well, if this isn’t an unexpected situation we have here. That was a close call with the police and Optimus Prime of all things.”

You were in shock, but you were also upset at this situation you were now in. You shouted up at Swindle, “Unexpected situation? You’re the one who kidnapped me!”

Raising an optic ridge at (Y/N), Swindle leans downwards to get a closer look, “Well pardon the intrusion, but you were the one who tried to use me to hide. Not to mention, I graciously helped you escape. Otherwise you’d most likely be in a prison cell, hm?”

You froze, surprised by both the nerve and wit of this Decepticon, and the fact that you hadn’t been blasted to smithereens yet. Hesitantly you spoke, “Okay you have a point… Thank you?”

“HEYY, think of it as an investment towards a future partnership!” Swindle gestures towards you. “Now, what is a human like you doing attending a black market auction for Cybertronian weapons? You don’t look the type if I’m being honest,” he notices your attire lacked the usual ‘shady’ vibe most humans dawned at such criminal events.

You were hesitant to divulge any of your personal information to a Decepticon, but you had no idea what he would do if you weren’t cooperative. “This was my first time going to one of these things. Normally I hire someone to attend for me, but my usual go-to was compromised so I had to cut ties and go myself.”

Swindle is intrigued by your response, a smirk creeping across his face as he senses a potential opportunity before him to gain a human puppet *ahem* partner… He flashed an optimistic and charming smile, “You know, I’m actually looking for a partner myself. Perhaps you and I could… make a deal? Form a sort of… mutually beneficial relationship? Professionally speaking, of course.”

Being in a tight spot yourself, you entertained the idea. After all, when would you get such an opportunity again? A Cybertronian business partner could provide certain advantages which your competitors surely lacked. “And what exactly do you propose?” you asked curiously, wondering what sort of arrangement you’d be getting yourself into.

“Nothing unreasonable or too risky. You’d be attending more of these events, and you’ll spot the merchandise. Relay what you see back to me, and I’ll tell you which items are worth the most. And depending if we’re short on funds, you let me in the back and we’ll slip out with the merchandise and be out of there before anyone knows what hit em.”

After weighing the pros and cons, you give your answer, “Decepticon, I think you have a deal” extending your hand towards him.

Swindle struggles to keep his smile genuine as you agree, “The name’s Swindle, and you, my new business partner?”

“Y/N. I suppose this will be a rather interesting partnership,” you replied, a nervous smile on your face. A smug look crossed Swindle’s faceplate before he transformed into his alt-mode and opened the door for you. A very interesting partnership… his thoughts were dubious to say the least as the two of you drove away.

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Drink Your Villain Juice - FAQ

Contains mild spoilers.

What is the story about?

You play as a science experiment turned undercover supervillain, charged with gathering information on a mysterious new villain group in town. With many skeletons in your closet and mixed allegiances, whose side are you really on?

Genres: Horror, action, traumatised people trying to heal (or get worse)

Who is involved with this IF?

There's the writer, and there's her wife (the secretary!). Both of us are active on the blog, so you may sometimes see posts unrelated directly to DYVJ, usually tagged #unrelated.

What are the protagonist's powers?

The protagonist/MC can grow a resilient membrane over their body, forming two tendrils from their shoulders. The membrane makes them stronger, faster, and more resilient.

MC can also select one of three power specialities: inducing wild and uncontrolled mutations of their body, creating small creepy-crawly minions (referred to as 'nodes'), and growing a protective carapace.

Will we be able to gain multiple powers/will you add new powers?

No: both would add too much complexity and also detract from the significance of the choice.

Will our powers get stronger?

Yes, to an extent, but I don't write based on power levels anyway. :)

Who is this Paradigm/Dime person people keep talking about?

Paradigm, AKA Dime, is the MC! It's their codename with their 'true' faction.

How long will the story be? Is it going to be a series?

Length: I have no idea! I'm not intending to get completely bonkers, but I want to ensure all the ROs get their time in the sun too.

Series: I suspect this will be a duology, but I can't be certain yet as we're not deep enough into the narrative.

Did you say Romance Options!? Elaborate!

There are currently 7 romanceable characters in DYVJ. You can also play the MC as aromantic, asexual, or both. The ROs are explained in more detail on choice of games, but briefly:

Mallory (non-binary), Wilson/Wilma/Willow (gender-selectable), Kay (female), Teddie (male, men only), Control Group (female), Alistair (male), Beth (female, women/nonbinaries).

I'm intending on including at least one poly route, featuring Wil and Kay.

I've heard there's a choice to have a previous RO in the past?

Correct! There's a flashback sequence with MC and some friends before the supervillainy. You can choose to have MC dating or crushing on Prii (nonbinary), Shauna (female), Grant (male), or Beth (female). This doesn't prevent you from romancing someone else later on!

Will the characters from the flashback show up again?

I can promise some level of closure! There won't be romance routes though. (Beth notwithstanding)

Will you make [X] an RO?

Seven is already an awful lot! I don't want to overcommit by adding more!

Can I select all the options for the Juice changing my character's appearance?

I'm presently not planning on adding this. I'd have to alter some code in an annoying way and I enjoy it being a choice with intent instead of an 'all of the above'.

Will we be able to get off the Juice/free from control?

Keep playing and see. ;)

How villainous can I get?/Do I have to be a villain?

There will be opportunities to leap off the proverbial slippery slope, but also to be unhappy and conflicted about what you're being forced to do.

Drink Your Villain Juice! is kind of a goofy name.

So I've heard! I know it's given people the impression that this is a comedy, which it, uh, very much is not. Honestly Drink Your Villain Juice! was the only title that popped for me in the conceptual stage: everything else felt much more bland or generic.

I've found a bug, how can I let you know?

First, please make sure you didn't resume playing on Dashingdon from an old save: updates to Dashingdon tend to break a lot of stuff in the backend and that's been the root of a lot of errors in the past.

If you're confident this isn't the problem, then just send an ask or post on the COG forum! I'll look into it.

I'd like to give feedback on the game!

Once again, send an ask, or post on the COG forum. I also have a feedback form I'm trying out for each chapter, so you can fill that out if you like!

Can I support you?

That's very kind of you! Support from fans is how I can work on the game and update as frequently as I do. I have a Patreon and a Ko-fi, but honestly, I'm grateful just for your feedback. :)

Do you have a discord?

Yes, it's tied to Patreon membership. However, if you have sent a tip/donation/etc, please reach out to DYVJ requests to talk about an invite. :)

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enterpris · 8 months

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An Education in Attraction, Chapter 12

Pairing: Reader x Gojo

Summary: It's spring when you start your Master's degree. As the flowers and leaves unfold, so too do your feeling for Gojo

Warnings: public speaking, mild-mid anxiety

Previous Chapters: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11

Ao3: PlaidSparrow

You wake the morning of the conference, the last thing you have to deal with before you get the fresh start of a new term.

You’re a cocktail of feelings as you dress and get ready- pride at the work you’ve done, anxiety at the prospect of speaking in front of a crowd of people, uneasiness about seeing Gojo, the joy of finishing your first term.

But you know your feelings will settle, all that’s left to do is give the presentation. You pay special attention to your clothes today- opting for professional wear that exudes confidence. You’ll need it.

After one last check in the mirror, you head out the door and down to the cafeteria for breakfast. Your stomach is in knots and the thought of breakfast is nauseating, even though you need the energy. You settle for a cup of miso soup you can sip on to ease your nerves. As you drink the broth, you run through the prepared speech in your head, hitting each beat as the cafeteria fills with returning students.

You meet Saito and Kuzume at the metro stop, and your heart is already beating fast as you board the train. The three of you make some light conversation, but it’s clear that you’re all feeling nervous.

The metro speeds away from campus, towards the outskirts of the city- the event is being held at an upscale hotel a few kilometers from the university. The presentation is all you’ve been able to think about for the past week, and the underground route as you travel doesn't offer much distraction. You still have no idea how many attendees will be present, and this will be a critical opportunity to make new connections in the educational world.

The biggest pit in your stomach isn’t from the presentation though. The first time you’ll see Gojo in over a month will be on a stage in front of hundreds of people, and you have no idea what to expect. You only hope that he won’t be as cold to you in front of an audience as he was when you last talked.

When you exit the metro and find the hotel, the venue seems even more grand than you had imagined. The auditorium is large enough to hold several hundred people, and is nearly full of professionals mingling. Large windows near the ceiling let in natural light, which makes the beige interior feel more lived in. Butterflies dance in your stomach- you’ve never spoken in front of a crowd even a fraction of this size.

You take in the enormous space, and your heart stutters as you see Gojo across the room.

He’s talking with someone you don't recognize, but the other man is dressed nicely and wearing a lanyard. He must be one of the attendees then. Gojo towers above his companion, lean and impeccably dressed as always- wearing tailored slacks and a fitted button down. What catches your attention most, though, is that he’s not wearing his sunglasses today. You glance at the bright artificial lights and sunlight bathing the room. His eyes must already be sore.

That’s not your concern though.

Gojo’s silence over text had made it clear that he wasn’t interested in continuing your friendship or anything more outside the confines of this project. You can work civilly with him for this presentation, and hopefully keep contact at a minimum for the remainder of your degree.

You walk with Kuzume and Saito deeper into the event space. A section of chairs has been roped off for your class of presenters, and the three of you head towards the rest of your class in the audience. Nerves have made some of your classmates chatty, and you let the wave of noise wash over you without really listening.

You give Kuzume a wan smile as you sit next to her. She follows your eyes to where Gojo is standing and smiles sympathetically.

"Just this last day."

You nod, but your throat feels tight when you look down.

A classmate passes around a schedule of the events for the day and how to access the stage for your presentation. Your class will speak in the morning, there will be a break for refreshments, and then an optional series of speakers in the afternoon. You and Gojo are fortunate- you've been slotted as the third group to speak. There won't be the pressure of speaking first or the dreadful anticipation of being the last group.

Many of the other attendees have found their seats by now, and the lights dim to indicate the impending opening. An older gentleman steps onto the stage, introduces himself, and welcomes the speakers and attendees.

“We are thrilled to be joined by students from the University of Tokyo's teaching program. Today they will share the results of their cutting edge curriculum research.”

He introduces the first pair and the crowd of academics gives a warm welcome to the group. Their presentation goes smoothly, quickly discussing their examples. The second group is announced and your anxiety spikes as they take the stage.

You head to the side door, where you can watch their speech from the wings of the stage. The second group's explanation flies by and you fidget as you wait for them to conclude. If it’s possible, the crowd looks even larger from this angle than it did when you were walking amongst them.

Then your name is announced with Gojo's and you're walking into the bright lights of the stage. It might be biased, but you swear the applause is louder and longer than it had been for your prior classmates.

You are supposed to kick off the presentation, and for a moment as the cheers from the crowd wane, your heart in your throat, you think you might choke. There’s too much riding on this moment, there’s been too much leading up to the event. The emotion crashes down on you.

But when the applause completely tapers and it's time to introduce yourself, you look specifically at your classmates. Through the bright lights, Saito and Kuzume are smiling at you, and the anxiety subsides. You picture your class at the Eikaiwa school and just like you’ve done a thousand times, you’re going to present a lesson. You take a deep breath and begin the presentation.

With your nerves gone, you are really an excellent speaker. This is information you care about, and presenting today could open the door of a teaching job when you graduate. You speak easily to the crowd, allowing your passion and care to shine through your words as you describe the research you did and how you chose your example problems. All the preparation pays off too- your tone and pacing are natural and you hit each beat you'd rehearsed.

Your smile is genuine when you pass the presentation back to Gojo. He seamlessly picks up where you left off, but his eyes linger on your face for a moment when he begins speaking.

Of course, Gojo is an excellent orator. He expands on your points and grins easily at the crowd as he describes his research studies and example problems. He's truly in his element, alight with charisma and passion as he effortlessly reconnects his research and details with your own. The extra discussion of how your data works together elevates the presentation and truly shows the combined care you each put into this project.

He’s so different than you’ve seen him in class or even when working together, and you find your heart aches with how much you can see his love for his future students. You can’t help it, you’re awash with admiration for the man beside you.

The lights of the stage make his hair flash, and his eyes sparkle. In what feels like a moment, Gojo finishes the presentation with a flourish.

Applause fills the hall as you bow and return to your seat. Saito and Kuzume give you thumbs up and whisper compliments as you sit. Without the fear of the presentation gripping your stomach, a wave of pride engulfs you. The paper, the presentation, so much work culminated in this one moment, and warmth fills your body. Hearing the affirmations from your friends and peers and the approval of other figures in academia certainly boosts your confidence too.

You peer out into the sea of people, looking for Gojo’s distinctive hair. You’d lost him as you returned to your seat after speaking, which is probably for the best. And although you wish that you could appreciate the moment with Gojo, worrying about him will just distract from the rest of the accolades.

Saito and Kuzume both deliver wonderful presentations, and you clap loudly for each. Your friends are passionate and smart, and their expertise in their subject areas truly shines when they speak. Once the last groups have finished their accounts, the host of the conference re-joins the stage and dismisses the crowd. It’s time for the networking and socializing of the after ceremony.

Watching your peers present their semester’s work was a good distraction, but as the seated participants disperse and begin to mingle, your earlier emotions catch up with you and the thought of speaking to strangers and making good impressions is almost too much to bear.

Excusing yourself to the bathroom, you take a moment to reconstruct the poise you’ll need for the next few hours. If it didn’t break every social nicety, you would head back to campus now. But to actually succeed in Japan, to stay and build your life and professional career here, connections are vital. If there’s an administrator in the audience who liked your presentation or another teacher in the same field with a job opening in the future, making a good impression today could make all the difference down the line.

Besides, what are the chances you’ll run back into Gojo? Given how quickly he left after class and his reputation, he wouldn’t stay and socialize.

You’ve got to pull yourself together. The muffled bubble of conversation leaks through the thin walls as you turn the faucet on. The water is bracingly cold on the skin of your hands and it forces you out of the anxiety that has followed you all day.

With a final look at your reflection, you dry your hands and settle your resolve.

Striding back into the event space, your mask is firmly in place. The group hosting the event spared no expense for catering and drinks- there are dozens of tables lined with appetizers, and the conversation of hundreds of people resounds off the high ceilings. You lift your chin and enter the line for the nearest table.

As you grab an appetizer, you feel the attention of someone by your side. You look up, and Gojo is standing next to you.

He gives you an easy smile, peeking over the rims of the glasses.

“Hey.”

“Hi, Gojo.”

“It went pretty well, I told you we didn’t have to worry.” His voice is light as he reaches over you to grab a small plate.

You're not sure what to say, you hadn't prepared to talk to him beyond the presentation itself, and even after pulling yourself together in the bathroom you'd rather not have to speak to him. After his silence and frigidity, it's strange that he's acting chummy now.

“Yea, well, I’m glad that we still prepared.” You swallow. “Not all of us are used to speaking at events.”

You avoid looking directly at him, keeping your attention on the limitless trays of food in front of you. Without the pressure of delivering a speech to a crowd, it’s still painful to be this close to him.

“Hey, they’d never know! Maybe you’ve got more of these in your future.” You can hear the smile in his voice now. “Or maybe it’s all that practice from teaching already.”

You’re not sure what to say. While being hosted by the symposium is an incredible occasion, you’re thankful it’s over now.

“Our cohort was lucky to have the opportunity. All of our classmates did well.” You respond.

He lowers his voice and leans closer to you. “Our speech was a standout. You don’t have to be modest, I really think you did well.”

The sudden friendliness after freezing you out is more painful than not interacting at all, you’re left feeling confused and overwhelmed by his closeness.

“Yeah, maybe.”

“Maybe I’ve even got some competition now? You know, there’s more of these year round and-”

You turn to face him and cut him off. “Hey sorry, I don't have much time to talk, I told Saito I’d meet her. I’ll see you around, Gojo.”

Excusing yourself is the politest thing you can do right now. Some of your other classmates have gathered around one of the tables near the middle of the space. It’s safe to bet that Gojo won’t follow- even surrounded by peers and academics, he hardly bothers to converse with anyone.

After the emotional highs and lows of the day, you're not in the mood to politic or network. You stand in the vicinity of your peers for appearances sake with a bland smile and plate in your hand. After a half hour that feels like an eternity, you decide you've been there long enough and say a couple quick goodbyes.

The air outside the building is as sweet as you've ever tasted, and the natural light of the afternoon warms your skin when you've made it out of the hotel.

You decide to walk home instead of taking the train the couple stops back to campus. Your chest feels heavy. Some parts of you are glowing with pride after the successful presentation- the compliments from attendees were flattering, and also helped to reassure you of your success. A deeper, more raw part of you feels jilted by Gojo’s behavior.

After being silent all summer and barely working with you on the presentation flow, it was absurdly bold of him to act so friendly during the after ceremony. You could accept if he didn’t want to be close or if he did, but his hot and cold behavior is driving you absolutely crazy. You can only pray that he’ll be absent from your classes this term- perhaps he’s tested out of them again.

You resign yourself to a mix of feelings when you walk into your dorm, but try to focus on the positives in your own space. The window lets in the golden light, and you light a candle before sitting at your desk. You breathe deeply and the pressure of the day melts away. You pull up your computer and prepare to review the syllabi for your upcoming classes- sinking into the familiar rhythm of studying and your academic schedule.

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hwaightme · 2 years

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Your fan, Jongho (part 2)

(part 1) (your fan ml)

⚽pairing: jongho x footballer!gn!reader ⚽summary: a bulletpoint-style drabble, continuation of part 1 ⚽wordcount: 2.5k ⚽warnings/tags: unedited, jongho is an undercover athlete, yeosang seizes opportunity, hongjoong is in on the secrets, sports, football, cute romance, secret relationship, seriously in love, overall wholesome vibes (lmk if anything isn't here) ⚽a/n: thank you so much everyone for waiting for this one <3 enjoy and please reblog, comment leave a like! lmk if you would like a new moodboard for this part, or anything at all <3

"Where are you going, Jongho?"

"Gym"

"Bro it is literally midnight and we just filmed two stages. Two! You are actually going to be dead tomorrow if you go."

"No pain, no gain. See you later, I'll be quick."

Jongho's behaviour was becoming increasingly erratic and unpredictable.

One moment he was stonefaced and would barely speak, and the other he would do an entire live belting love songs at the top of his voice.

And there were his disappearances to the gym, which he was now claiming acted as his alone time that no one should interrupt. To be frank, even if the members wanted to they would not be able to, seeing as Jongho was secretive of its location.

Hongjoong had a couple ideas as to what it could be, but chose to not share it with the others out of respect for the maknae. If he wanted to keep things on the down low, he should have the right.

But as a responsible hyung and captain, Hongjoong felt it to be his duty to pull him aside. This had started a few months ago, but recently had become noticeable. He chose to ambush Jongho when he was sure the younger would not be able to escape.

Other members were still getting ready for a photoshoot, while Jongho and Hongjoong had some time at their liberty to lounge around.

"Hey, Jongho, can I talk to you for a minute? Outside."

Jongho's blood ran cold at the sudden change in tone. What did Hongjoong want to talk about? Mustering his best impression of a confident and self-assured man who was totally not hiding anything, he followed the older man outside of the changing room and into a more private seating area.

"Okay, so, I don't mean to pry but excuse me what the heck?"

Well that was unexpected. Jongho's eyes widened.

"Wh-what do you mean, hyung?" He cursed at himself; what was that uncharacteristic stutter? Who was he right now? He felt his throat go dry.

"You know exactly what I mean, Jongho. What's up with you? And don't tell me that it is nothing, I have eyes and a brain."

Jongho desperately wanted to make some snide remark in return, but knew better than that. In Hongjoong's eyes he could read desperation and it was almost as if he already knew everything, but just wanted to hear Jongho admit it.

A silence weighed down on the pair, and to the maknae it was as heavy as the world.

For the majority of his life, he prided himself on being the type of guy who was not afraid of anything. If there was a challenge, he was ready to face it head on even if others told him that it was a lost cause.

For him, that was an opportunity.

Mature, dependent. Both mentally and physically strong. Even though he was an idol, he had the mental resolve and drive of an Olympian.

And this exact mindset was why he was confident that he could give you his heart.

Truth be told, you had his heart since a pretty long time ago anyways, just not romantically.

But that came to change when you and him started "hanging out", initially just as two people who admired one another's work, and then as two people who were undeniably infatuated.

The champion mindset also helped both of you plan ahead and form date strategies that were specially designed to fool press, had they ever gotten on your tail.

From unexpected route changes to even sometimes timing your dates, you and Jongho had taken a very tactical approach. As if you were training for a competition. So much so that maybe that was what made Jongho start behaving that way in general.

Which did work then it came to more distant friends and colleagues, but... not the other members of ATEEZ. And especially not Hongjoong. Jongho should have known better. Now he had to come clean.

So he began. Began by recounting the time that he received his first message from you after the his silly escapade with the note stuffed in his group's album.

"Okay bonus points for promoting us. But she was already a fan of ours, no? What if she had the album?"

"It was a risk I was willing to take."

"Anyways, that was off-topic. Do go on, I have yet to hear any details about why you are mystery man as of late."

So Jongho explained how you two had the bright idea of organising your dates at various gyms during times when the only types of people who could be there would be true gym bros or staff. Hongjoong had to admit, it was definitely the most careful approach he had heard in a while. Some other members' past attempts had been comical.

Jongho brushed over and not to mention the fact that you had been at one of their recent music show performances, though you did have a good covery story since you were with with two fellow team mates who were fans of some of the other groups that performed.

But what no one was aware of was how both you and Jongho disappeared for a solid quarter of an hour just to meet - luckily he knew the venue like the back of his hand at this point, so there were enough places to choose from.

After reiterating that both him and you were placing security and reputation above all else and were approaching every rendezvous with the seriousness of an investor risking his entire stock, he diverged.

He wanted to appeal to Hongjoong's emotions, something which he rarely did... to anyone really. It was more likely that he would approach someone and throw a couple of playful punches than drown in some 'feels'.

Hongjoong was so taken aback that he was almost disgusted, but nevertheless sat through Jongho's monologue on how "you know you go compose music and come back at random times, or you spend hours modifying clothing or shoes or something and that time is never enough. Well that is how it is with Y/N."

"Believe me, I am still very much career focused, and, I'll have you know, so is she, but even though..." he paused, unsure if he could even use the pronoun in the way that his mind wanted to, but decided to go with it

"we are in different worlds... different playing fields," he chuckled, "we are one in the same when it comes to values, principles and what we want overall."

"And what about when you go on tour, keep in mind, that the only reason why you were able to meet was because we did not have any schedules abroad yet. The next half a year is going to be crazy if you want to keep this up." Hongjoong countered, leaning against the wall behind him and giving his friend a once over.

He could not catch a single trace of the nervous wreck that had initially followed him into the room. Before him stood a man with intent, one who had is heart set and mind clear. And that was evident from Jongho's answer.

"Oh we have that planned out. If you want to hear the details, I'd be happy to explain." When he received a nod in confirmation, he proudly elaborated on how you two had spent an entire evening, two weeks ago, comparing schedules and down to the possible hours available, wrote out contact times and rest breaks in your phones.

"Damn, isn't that like... overwhelming?" Hongjoong felt tired just from hearing that.

"But it works, so it is worth it." Jongho stood his ground.

All this conversation really did was confirm that he indeed was serious about you, and was not going to let go any time soon, if ever.

Hongjoong had no choice but to give his blessing to the maknae, not before scolding him and telling him to be a bit more chill with the others and for him to keep that military energy to his relationship.

Mission success. He was free. And most importantly, free to love.

Once the captain was out of the room, and Jongho himself was heading out, he took his phone from his pocket to shoot you a quick text divulging the details of what just happened, and to wish you luck for the coming stressful period of trying out for the national team.

He grinned to himself when he opened the conversation with you. Both of you had saved each other as "PT 🏋🏻‍♀️" and took the liberty to choose the strangest photographs that both obscured identity and had the power to start a laughing fit.

His photo of you was a blurry shot of you mid freestyle routine, contorted like a forest goblin and reaching after the football like it was "your precioussss"

Oh gosh he was in love with this.

To be fair the photo that you had of him was equally as flattering, and on top of that your collection need not be 'homemade', as you had eagle-eyed memelord fans on your side to give you bullying content (all in good fun of course, you could never attack this teddy bear who you had completely fallen for)

His entire focus on the screen, he barely noticed a wild Yeosang, totally still, with a smug face.

"Oh hey, Yeosang, didn't see you there. What brings you out here?"

"Room got too loud. Mingi is singing something that sounds like death metal, Woo has reached the stage where he is laughing so hard no sound is coming out and 'joong and 'hwa look like lost parents."

"I see. So the usual." Jongho looked off to the side awkwardly, while Yeosang held his gaze level and was unfazed.

"You are down bad, bro." A short phrase, but one that shot through the maknae, making him gasp and nearly burst out laughing. So he heard everything. Of course he did.

"Any chance of making you keep this quiet?"

"I'll give you exactly one way to bribe me, and then I'll take this with me to the grave if you want."

"What is it?"

"Fried chicken. Any time I ask. For a month."

"Done deal."

"Pleasure doing business with you. Now let's go, we've been doing whatever for long enough."

And that was how Jongho managed to arrange for your relationship to be kept entirely secret for the next year and a half.

You had qualified for the national team, and ATEEZ was making it big. He was cheering for you, and you were cheering for him.

Though the time you could spend together fluctuated and was constantly adapting, neither of you were ever deterred by it, taking it day by day, being open and highly responsible when it came to your relationship. You two were the constant.

Slowly but surely, Jongho's reputation as an idol sports ace came to an ever higher prominence, as in a couple of variety shows he showed off his impressive coordination when doing some football tricks, power when during a match against another team he completed owned the game as a forward (how could he perform in any other way he was your boyfriend, for goodness' sake)

Hongjoong and Yeosang were totally not grinning like Cheshire cats, having the knowledge that they did. After any time Jongho presented his newly improved skills in a show, Yeosang would approach him to give him a pat on the back, in the style of "you did your girl proud"

Now, after the 1.5 year mark, right about the time when you two began to discuss the potential for making the relationship even more serious, together you decided to approach management to see how you could proceed.

Frankly, neither your agent nor any other staff could care less - pop off kid, you go be a power couple, so long as you make it to practice at 5AM and be a beast out on the pitch. You had not been worried about how that discussion was to go, so it went smoothly.

Jongho, on the other hand, was cracking. He had heard far too many stories of fellow idols being cancelled, getting into scandals or being fired all for just... being in love? And the last thing he wanted was to lose you.

You agreed to accompany him and be there if he needed it.

Though it was a long conversation, the boss was astounded at Jongho being the member to approach him with such a situation. His tactics had to be commended.

Upon hearing that you were waiting outside of the office, you were invited in at the speed of light, only to find out that, as luck would have it, the boss was a supporter of your team.

Your heart light, Jongho's face adorned by a gummy smile and the boss getting an autograph (which you were hesitant to give because you knew you needed to improve and grow, but the boss insisted, saying "an ever brighter future is ahead of you") - you two walked through the building, hand in hand, straight into a practice room where the rest of ATEEZ was gathered.

Jongho had asked Hongjoong beforehand to gather the members just in case, and if things did not work out just make it a legit practice and let him fight his management. But fortunately, things went as best as they could.

And now he could relish in the rest of the members' shock as they saw you walk through the door, HANDS LOCKED WITH THEIR PRECIOUS MAKNAE

OH HE IS A MAN ISN'T HE

THE MAN EVEN

After the initial wave of shouting, louder even than the stadiums where you had played, all of you settled down in a circle, mainly to interrogate Jongho and to inquire into your entire life.

The members took a liking to you, realising how you had full understanding of their profession, had total respect of any boundaries, and at the same time, was kind hearted and humorous.

And then you produced small gifts for each of the members out of your bag, and hereby, you gained full approval.

On any other day Jongho would probably punch the living daylights out of Mingi, San and Wooyoung teasing him about "when the wedding was" and call Seonghwa a sentimental mother. But he was too happy to care.

Yunho was happily chatting away with you, while Yeosang was busy unpacking his present.

Jongho caught eyes with Hongjoong, who was sitting to his right and was attempting to quieten the more 'enthusiastic' members down, and reciprocated a warm smile, appreciating the quick thumbs up.

He squeezed your hand, knowing that he was always going to be on your team. Cheering you on.

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Liberte x Destin

"Is a man born evil and shaped to become good? or is a man born good and learn to be evil?"

Story

Once upon a time in the Kingdom of Ayre, a dark and formidable force, driven by an insatiable thirst for world imbalance, existed - The Unseelie. The Unseelie was vanquished and sealed by the most powerful mage of its time, but a seal could not imprison it forever.

In the future, the Unseelie is destined to return and disrupt Ayre's harmony once more. To counter this impending threat, the Kingdom of Ayre has established an institution to train gifted individuals in magic, with the purpose of preventing the Unseelie's resurgence.

Amidst this, a group of Oathbreakers is working diligently to bring about the Unseelie's return. This sets the stage for our protagonist, the (player), who awakens her latent powers. Will she and her companions prove capable of preventing the Unseelie's rebirth?

Gameplay

The game is a visual novel that focuses building relationships with LIs based on choices

Answers that unlock CGs (computer graphics)

Completing a route gives you a good ending and/or tragic ending

Completing all the routes will unlock a special route

Choices that make sense for players (ever had a question asked to you and didn't find an answer that YOU want? We will try our best to implement it in our game)

DEV NOTES

We will try to update this every months as we are both working.

There is a gap in art that will be updated in the finished game.(since Lafi made the sprites a year ago it looks so outdated)

However we will release the demo game using the OLD sprites!

We are both non-native english speakers so we will have to use tools to edit our story telling and grammar! (using grammarly and chatgpt) but rest assured that our story is ours and our inspirations will be on our credits and ideas!

Our Art and illustrations will be done by Lafi_aso with no AI assistance (more details and art progress will be in her blog or this forum)

We will update in this forum as we make more progress regarding the story!

Rating Mature R18

#indie otome #indiedev #otome game #otome romance #r18 otome #Libert x Destin

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teecupangel · 2 years

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Submission from @saberamane:

After playing a lot of Resident Evil lately, I got a plot idea. In a modern AU, all of Desmond’s ‘ancestor’s’ are alive, at whatever age you desire, and are still working as assassin’s. However in this world, the Templar’s have ‘accidentally’ released a zombie virus. So now the Assassin’s are working to save the people of the world from the walking dead, and also trying to stop the Templar’s.

During an invasion of a Templar research base, they find Desmond, who is immune to the zombie virus and the Templar’s were holding him captive and doing tests to try and find out why.

So the assassin’s save him, and in turn ask him to help them produce a cure, of which Desmond agrees, because why wouldn’t he.

Cue bonding with the ‘ancestor’s’, shenanigan’s, and maybe even romance.

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Additionals from teecup:

I read zombie AU and I am all in, baby. This is one of my trope weaknesses ever since I watched Night of the Living Dead as a child. So… let’s get into this.

I read the part where ‘Desmond is immune to zombie virus’ and I know that most people would think “Oh, Last of Us reference” especially with the HBO show just finishing its first season (I think?). If you guys want a Desmond x Joel fic, may I suggest the wonderful esama’s fic?

Ngl, when I read ‘Desmond is immune to zombie virus’, my first thought was: “Oh, Z Nation.”… I don’t even know if that series is still ongoing? Anyway!

Let’s say Abstergo got into a certain Isu facility and got a hold of an unfinished Isu project that is theorized to be an attempt to gain immortality.

The funny thing about Abstergo is that it was mainly a pharmaceutical company… like Umbrella’s front in Resident Evil so Abstergo creating its own zombie virus? Yeah, I’ll believe it.

But let’s make it all the more interesting.

Ground Zero happened in Abstergo but not because of an accident in testing or any malicious intent.

No.

Ground Zero happened because an Assassin tried to steal the only known prototype that they could recover from the remains of the project and this Assassin was hunted down by Abstergo. When they finally cornered the Assassin, the Assassin was killed and the resulting shower of bullets pierced the casing of the prototype and it seeped into the dying body.

The body was recovered for processing but during transit to the facility’s ‘morgue’, the body reanimated and turned all of the guards that were transporting it.

From there, Abstergo’s facility soon became overrun by newly turned zombies and the outbreak began.

The Assassin in question?

William Miles.

Flash forward to when the world has already been overrun.

The Assassin Brotherhood had come out of hiding as a paramilitary force that has created a few human settlements for the survivors. They stay to fortify settlements and help create supply routes while the settlement is still in the early stages of building their own source of supplies but they don’t stay with any settlements.

Rumor is they do have settlements of their own but more on the side of moving settlements like ships and such.

The Assassins who go into the frontlines are composed of three units with a handler. Only three because the more people they got, the higher the chance of attracting hordes.

And one of these squads receives a mission from the mentor (who no one has ever seen… or so they say) to infiltrate a secret Abstergo research base that they are sure housed something Templar-related. At this point, the Templars are in hiding with many believing that they are living comfortably in secure well-stocked bunkers because they had prior knowledge of the outbreak and they’re just waiting for the zombies to die out or something. It’s all rumors at this point.

But this squad specialized in taking down heavily secured Abstergo facilities.

Their squad is composed of the following:

Edward Kenway

The oldest of the four and their handler. He is captain of their main headquarters: the Jackdaw (which is pretty much just a heavily modified yacht). He has a son who was a Templar but he has no idea where his son is anymore. He believes he is still alive though. Jackdaw has direct contact with the mentor and they receive direct orders from the mentor.

Altaïr Ibn-La'Ahad

An orphan taken in by a prominent member of the Brotherhood when his father died during the Great Purge. His adoptive father died during the initial outbreak. He was born and raised in the Brotherhood. He can be quite rude but he adheres to the Creed and cares for his squad. His main weapon is a machete and he can make any sharp thing into a throwing weapon if necessary. He also acts as their ship engineer and is the most technologically inclined of his squadmates. As long as he knows that it won’t attract a horde, he is willing (and maybe just a bit too enthusiastic) to use guns.

Ezio Auditore

Another member coming from a long Assassin bloodline. Before the outbreak, he didn’t know about his Assassin lineage. He lost his father and brothers during the outbreak but his mother and sister are still alive and in one of the Brotherhood’s moving settlements that is led by his uncle. Many Assassins see him as one of the most promising of their current front liners and there have been talks of separating him and Altaïr into different squads as they were both of similar skills. The mentor denied this as the two of them together meant a higher chance of success for any risky missions they take. Ezio prefers to use a hunting compound crossbow they found in a raiding party’s arsenal that they took out because they were attacking humans. He’s also in charge of negotiations and talking to survivors.

Ratonhnhaké:ton

Edward’s grandson who he took in after the boy lost his mother. He knows his father is a Templar and he believes he is already dead but does not say it to his grandfather’s face. He was with his grandfather when the outbreak happened and, had it not been for him, his grandfather would have died back then. He is loyal to his grandfather and thinks of Altaïr and Ezio as older brothers. He uses a bow (even though Ezio tried to give him the crossbow since he has a nail bat anyway) because archery was one of the things his mother taught him. He’s also the squad’s hunter and tracker.

So the three enter the facility and they see that Abstergo has been experimenting with zombies. There were also innocent humans inside but they have been… experimented on. Some looked like they were in various stages of infection.

Others looked like they were already zombies but more grotesque.

When they reach the innermost part, they see a small glass room with a single young man around their age inside. Abstergo personnel were stationed outside the glass room, observing and recording everything.

One of the doctors begins…

“This is Doctor Warren Vidic with Subject 17. Proceeding with test number…”

And they watch in horror as the personnel leads in a zombie inside the glass room. The man inside fights it off but he has no weapons and is soon overpowered and the zombie bit his arm. The doctor orders the zombie be taken away and armed guards point a weapon at the man as he’s strapped into the bed in the glass room and people in protective gear begin to take samples of him, swabbing his bite mark and even taking his blood.

The man screams the entire time.

And they all wait.

An infection begins in a matter of seconds but the man stays human.

An hour passed and the doctor begins to speak once more.

About how this man was the first confirmed human to be immuned to the infection.

The squad finally intervenes when they learn that the next part of the experiment was to saw off an arm to experiment on it further and, in the end, Doctor Warren Vidic escaped but they managed to save the man.

Who introduced himself as Desmond Miles.

Unorganized Notes:

Desmond still ran away from the Farm but, when the outbreak started, he made his way to the Farm (whether to seek help or to find his parents, he doesn’t say). That’s where Abstergo captured him.

His runaway status makes Altaïr rude to him but Altaïr is the most qualified in doing ‘tests’ and checking Desmond’s health and that’s how they start to form a bond.

He and Ezio form a bond over mutual ‘I miss the old days’ drinking sessions (they only drink soda though since booze is a big no-no and no one hates that rule more than Edward)

They all teach him how to defend himself (with Altaïr’s lessons being the easiest for Desmond since he already knows the basic thanks to his Assassin upbringing) and Ratonhnhaké:ton teaches him how to do close quarter combat because his immunity means that he can act as both decoy and shield. Ratonhnhaké:ton also teaches him how to use a bow which… if you know how I wrote the bow scene in Badump Animus Destiny, you have an idea how that’s gonna go.

Edward teaches him how to sail the Jackdaw and they like to play cards whenever there’s downtime. Strip poker may or may not have been joked about more than once.

Desmond becomes an unofficial member of their squad as they make their way to the supposed Brotherhood research facility that could help produce a cure or a vaccine from Desmond as ordered by the mentor.

They sometimes get sidetracked though when they get an SOS message.

Desmond’s immunity is directly tied to his relationship with ‘Patient Zero’ William Miles.

If there’s gonna be romance, it’ll probably end up AltDes as usual if I’m writing this… or, who knows… harem ending???

If we add other non-modern-day characters to this verse:

Malik loses an arm so he wouldn’t be turned and Kadar’s status will depend on what the audience wants. XD

Abbas has broken off from the Brotherhood and doing his own thing which may or may not include a raiding party of his own.

I’ve already covered Claudia and Maria Auditore but La Volpe is the leader of a squad of his own. Machiavelli is second in command of Mario’s moving settlement. He is also teaching Claudia to replace him in case of emergency.

Achilles Davenport lost his leg (and it isn’t sure if it was zombie or Templar related) and he is in charge of a human settlement. Many say he is a retired Assassin but it’s not officially confirmed.

Arno Dorian is part of a four-man squad. He has a rocky complicated relationship with Élise de la Serre.

Élise de la Serre and Maria Thorpe are part of a nomadic group composed of ex-Templars who are focused on helping people and settlements they meet and they’re allied with the Brotherhood but they’re not Assassins. Maria and Altaïr have a history but they’re both cagey on just what kind of history that is. Ezio believes it’s some kind of really bad breakup. Edward thinks it’s a highly heated ‘oh god we might die tomorrow’ one-night stand that they are embarrassed about. They made a bet about it and Ratonhnhaké:ton is their witness.

Evie and Jacob lost their father two or three years before the plot kicked in and they’re now part of a squad with Jayadeep. Their handler is Arbaaz who also wants a drink after having to deal with the chaotic twins.

Aveline is not an Assassin. Instead, she is in charge of a settlement that provides repairs to ships and is a close ally with the Assassins. She’s a close friend of Ratonhnhaké:ton and there was a time when she wanted to become an Assassin but her father passed the leadership of the settlement to her and she chose to stay to protect her people.

Adéwalé is in charge of a large moving settlement of the Brotherhood and he’s old friends with Edward. He wanted Edward to take over one of the moving settlements as well but Edward declined. Adéwalé knows it’s because he is still hoping to find his son alive. Adéwalé is also the handler of a squad composed of Liam, Hope, and Kesegowaase.

Shao Jun is a little girl that Ezio saved years ago. She is now training to be an Assassin in the same moving settlement as the Auditores.

Nikolai Orelov used to be an Assassin but he disappeared just as the outbreak started. The last communication they had with him says that he got a clue about a man that fits the description of his missing nephew, now going by the name of Daniel Cross.

Aguilar is in charge of a moving settlement with María and Benedicto that mainly provides support to other moving settlements. He has a young son named Callum.

Bayek is an Assassin who works alone. He helps people along the way but he has been looking for his wife and son since the beginning of the outbreak. The Brotherhood tries to help him whenever they can because Bayek was one of the most respected Assassins before the outbreak but they all believe that his wife and son are dead and Bayek just can’t accept that.

Kassandra has her own group and they’re just trying to survive the new world they’re in. They’re also guns for hires and they have LOTS of guns. What remains of her family is in a fortified settlement that the Brotherhood is allied with so they sometimes provide backup (usually in a form of a very loud and gory distraction) to any Assassin squad (for a price though). She may or may not know who the current mentor is.

Eivor is in charge of her own settlement in England. She primarily deals with Hytham who is part of an Assassin squad with Basim and two others (I’m thinking Roshan and we’ll pick one Assassin from Mirage when it comes out XD)

Layla is an ex-Abstergo employee who is now part of a research moving settlement of the Brotherhood together with Shaun and Rebecca. Gavin Banks is the leader of their moving settlement but there are rumors that the mentor is stationed in this settlement. Again, no one would prove the rumor though.

Haytham Kenway, Shay Cormac, and Juhani Otso Berg are currently MIA. The fact that all three of them are missing is concerning to the Brotherhood.

#submission #i should really finish the re games i have #but jp re games are censored af it’s sad #okay not tagging the usual tags because #altdes #ezides #eddes #condes #teecup writes/has a plot #fic idea: assassin's creed

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Killjoys Never Die 7/15 - FK-001

Chapter Summary: Studying the schedule Fun remembered, you come to a strange conclusion, but find your friends lied to you, when a new old face enters the stage. (eventual) Pairing: Fun Ghoul x fem!Reader Chapter Word Count: 6 153 Series Warnings: mentions of drugs; poor mental health; suicidal tendencies; insecurities; throwing up; jealousy; slavery (?); experiments on living humans; mentions of eating disorder; graphic descriptions of: violence, injuries, torture, death

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Recap: After Fun remembered an old schedule of the BLI patrols, everyone hoped to learn about the fate of your two, still missing friends, but you seem to be no step closer to getting them back.

When you woke up, the room was warm, but the bed besides you was cold and empty. Fun must have gotten up a while ago. Judging from the way the shadows drew into your room, you supposed it was early afternoon. You had not meant to sleep quite this long, but then again you all had stayed up until sunrise, discussing the new information Fun had remembered.

Rolling to your side, you stretched and pressed your nose into the pillow right where Fun would usually lie. The fabric smelled of him, and it made your heart beat faster. Something about your scents mixing on the pillow was so weirdly intimate, so gentle. Quickly you sat up; hoping the burn on your cheeks would draw nobody’s attention towards you once you stepped outside your room.

After slipping from your night shirt into a tighter fitted shirt that Kobra had given to you many years ago, and a pair of trousers, you sauntered to the main room of the Diner. Everything was quiet, neither Fun nor Jet seemed to be around. Unhurriedly you grabbed a can of PowerPup and a spoon, and walked over to the table, where still the documents from last night were spread out. Opening the can, and beginning to eat, you pulled the map with the certainly known routes closer.

Jet and Fun were right to worry about Twelve. If BLI moved it a little bit more to the south, they would be able to see the Diner. And Route Three got dangerously close to the petrol station that was for sure.

You just wondered how long it had been like that. Could not have been that long, because nobody had noticed so far. The other Killjoys could probably do with a warning, but then again, who should warn them? They did not trust you, by Destroya, they were scared shitless of you! And you had done your best to hide Fun’s and Jet’s identity from everyone. To the rest of the Zones they were just two other ‘joys, nothing special. Keeping their identities hidden, meant protecting them. What if BLI learnt that two of their all-time most wanted Killjoys were still alive, or rather: again? They would hunt them down, would probably send tanks and a hundred guns, just to take them out. So as long as Jet and Fun stayed unrecognized, they were safe. That was all that mattered.

You ran your fingers over the list for patrol, studying it closer. Fun had jotted down almost fifty lines. That made fifty patrols in four days. At some points he had left diagonal lines, making you assume it implied that there was information missing. So BLI sent over fifty different patrols every four days out into the Zones? Why so many different turns? Why not let one group do one route for a week and then change it up? Studying the numbers closer, you poked your spoon into the half-eaten PowerPup, and pushed the can aside.

That was strange. Jet had told you the DRACs needed charging every month for a week. On the list in front of you no Zombie was noted down for more than three days within the four days that were written down. Of course they could have been in the holes Fun had not remembered, but something seemed of anyway. It felt like the whole pacing of this list was too quick.

Again you looked down on the dates. Day 33, 34, 35, and 36. Why those dates? They obviously did not stick to the normal calendar, the one from before the Analogue Wars. But when you counted back, back to when Fun had attacked you, and then another 33 days back, what date was that? What was day 1?

With a company like BLI you would have expected them to direct their entire organisation, including dates, after the company, so something like the victory in the war, or the founding day of Better Living Industries.

Furrowing your brows you grabbed the can of PowerPup. It was the one that was issued for the company members, so the labels were only white, with the BLI logo printed on it in black, but the cans itself were the same ones as the ordinary Battery Citizen got. And since BLI worked to indoctrinate the population in every aspect of their lives…

Lifting up the can, you were not disappointed to find fine lines pressed into the bottom of the can. You had only read the writing once, some bullshit about how awesome BLI was, and how much they cared for the people. But there was also one date. The date of the founding of the company, Day 1. And in brackets behind it: the date in the old calendar system. Your heart beat faster as you looked at the date, took in the meaning of the little numbers and letters, but it sank again. The date did not fit. It would have been over half a year ago, not just one or two months-

You stopped. What if…

Grabbing the sharpie that was still lying around, you took a fresh sheet of paper, and began noting down the date of the founding of BLI, and then, in columns of four, the numbers from one to thirty-six. Nine groups. Nine months ago had been the anniversary of the funding of BLI. If the numbers on Fun’s list were not days but weeks, it worked. It also matched with 33 being the week in which someone with the marker FK-003, a First-class Killjoy, had taken the route Eight, which lead close to the hide-out in which Fun had attacked you. No other FK-Zombie had been assigned this route in week 33 or any of the following.

But Fun and Jet had surely known that these numbers were weeks, not days. Why had they lied to you? Especially because this way it meant the schedule was still active. It had been less than four weeks since Fun had found you, and for another few days you might even be able to go on thoroughly planned patrols, learning more new, valuable information! So why lie?

Your fingers, still running over the paper, stopped at a point high up on the first list, where the pen had rubbed off the paper a little bit, making it rough. Looking at it, Fun seemed to have corrected something, having scribbled a one over something that had started out as a rounder shape, maybe originally a two, an eight, or a zero.

For a moment you looked at it, before another thought pushed into your mind. FK-004 had been Jet, FK-003 had been Fun, probably. Respectively they had been the fourth and the third of the Fabulous Killjoys to be killed by BLI, and maybe FK did not stand for First-class Killjoy, but instead for Fabulous Killjoy?

What if – and this was a reach – but what if Fun had actually not made a mistake when he had originally wanted to note down FK-001, instead of FK-011. So what if he had hid FK-001 behind FK-011 intentionally? What if FK-011 aka FK-001 had been the first of the Fabulous Killjoys BLI had killed? What if FK-001 was Party Poison?

But if that were true, why hide it from you? You remembered the glances your friends had exchanged in the night, the way you had thought they were holding something back. Was this what they had been holding back?

Quickly your eyes scanned over the two lists in front of you. FK-001 had been on patrol in week 33, 34, and then again in 36. If you were right, which, considering how many guesses you had included, was unlikely, but if you were right, today was one of the last days of week 36, and that meant Party was on patrol, as a Zombie-DRAC, on route Three, close to the petrol station. Which made it dangerous for the Killjoys there, and dangerous for him since most Killjoys made no difference between a normal DRAC and a Zombie.

So if, if, you were right, then Party was in danger.

“Jet!”

Jumping up from where you had sat at the table, you ran towards his room.

“Jet!”

You knocked against his door, but there was no reply.

“Jet, this is about Party! Fun!”

With Fun’s door you did not bother knocking, you just pushed it open, but the room was empty.

“Jet! Fun!”

Again you knocked on Jet’s door, but when there was still no reply you opened it, something you usually would not have done without his permission. This was an emergency though, so you decided to feel bad about it later. But Jet’s room was empty too, and so was the bathroom. Where were they?

Running out of the Diner, you called for them over and over again, making your way to the shed in which you kept the bikes. They had to be in there, right? They’d never leave you alone without telling you first, without letting you know where they had gone.

When you pushed open the wooden door to the shack, you found there were only half as many bikes in there as were supposed to be. They had left you, and taken two of the bikes with them.

For a moment you stared at the lines in the sand where they had pushed out the bikes. They had snuck away, and left you. So they had probably lied to you, intentionally.

Why?

Why would they lie to you? You were a member of the team, fairly capable to stand up for yourself. You had survived the Zones, countless clashes with BLI, nasty wounds, a broken heart (not that knew), and freezing cold nights, all by yourself. Why did they think they could not ask you for help? Why had they headed out on their own?

Tears of hurt and disappointment stung in your eyes. You knew Fun had probably been the one who had opposed taking you along. He was protective, you knew that. You had noticed it most of all yesterday, after you had gotten hurt, but even the weeks before that, it had been obvious, with the way he had always checked in on you, or had insisted doing certain things he considered too dangerous for you to do. It had been sweet then, but this went too far. If they really were looking for Party you deserved to be there. Party had been your friend too.

Fuming with anger you stormed back into the Diner and behind the counter where you kept all the keys for the bikes. Pulling open the drawer, you were met with another nasty surprise. Not just the keys to the bikes Fun and Jet had taken were missing, but all the other bike keys too, and those bikes were the only vehicles you had. Instead of the key you found a note, a small piece of paper, with the word ‘sorry’ scribbled in Fun’s handwriting on it.

That was too much. Tears of anger and disappointment, and maybe even fear spilled over, and you grabbed the note, crumpling it up, and threw it across the room, before you screamed.

By Destroya, how could they leave you behind like that? Didn’t they know how terrifying the idea was to be alone, just like you had been in the past years? You had gotten used to their company, craved it, just the knowledge that someone was in the next room over, or the quiet rustling when you were sitting in silence next to one another. But now the Diner was empty, dead, just as dead as it had been for all the years prior to Jet and Fun appearing again.

You hated them.

In this moment, as you shuffled over to a booth to drop down in, you were almost certain you hated them. For not trusting you enough to take you along, for leaving you all by yourself, for lying about the list Fun had remembered.

Silence engulfed you as you were lying on the bench of a booth, looking up at the dirty ceiling above you. The silence of the Zones was different from the one you knew from your childhood. Back then, silence had been relative. There had always been the hum of a fridge or a computer, the chirping of a bird, the laughter of children playing in the distance, the rustling of wind in trees. But in the Zones there were no fridges or computers or birds or children or trees. Everything was dead. And the silence felt just as dead, tasted like the rotting meat of the Killjoys BLI left behind in body bags to rot in the desert. Maybe Fun and Jet were already in one of these body bags when the masks had not worked on them. Maybe BLI had already killed them.

You watched as the sun painted patterns of shadow and light against the ceiling. What were you waiting for? If Fun and Jet were dead, what were you waiting for? There was nothing to do anymore. You had finished your experiments with the masks, knew all there was to know about them. There was nobody you had to protect, nobody who cared where you were, or if you were alright.

You could just lie here, until you became too hungry. Then you could eat, and then sleep, and then repeat it. Until you ran out of food. Until the hunger would drive you out into the desert. Without a bike you would take almost a whole day to get to the next vending machine to get food. Maybe you wouldn't pack anything to protect you against the sun’s radiation. Then you’d go mad. That was probably for the best. Spend the rest of your – from then on limited – days as a mad Killjoy in the desert, high on radiation, until a scared Killjoy would kill you. Or BLI. Or the sun. Still better than being aware of all you had lost, all you had lost twice.

The sound of a motor was what eventually broke you out of your thoughts. Was it a car? A bike? Had other Killjoys found the Diner? Was BLI finally coming for you?

You waited, still lying on the bench, listened as the motor approached. It sounded familiar. No. They did. Two. Two bikes. No other Killjoys, not BLI. But Fun and Jet. Most likely.

Your suspicion got confirmed when the bikes stopped before the Diner, and distorted voices began chatting. They were laughing, cheering almost, and you could imagine Jet and Fun pushing against each other’s shoulders as they were making joke after joke. You could almost see the way Fun’s face scrunched up in laughter, how he’d pat Jet’s chest for making a good joke, how he’d lift the other hand up as if to cover his smile, but not quite.

That’s when you sat up, rigid like a doll, and marched to the front door, grabbing the half-eaten can of PowerPup on your way. Tearing open the door, you marched into the orange light of the setting sun, sand and dust twirling in the air.

The bikes stood a few feet from the Diner, three men just having gotten off of them. One was Fun, one Jet. The other one had mouse brown hair, as long as Fun’s, and a face with soft features. His familiarity registered only for a moment before your attention got pulled to Fun again. He was grinning brightly.

“There she is,” he cheered opening his arms as if to welcome you. “Look at who we found!”

“You ass!”

Ignoring Fun’s enthusiasm, ignoring Jet’s surprised look, ignoring the third man, dressed all in BLI- white, you threw the can of PowerPup at Fun, who barely managed to step aside. Several feet behind him the disgusting food clattered to the floor, PowerPup flying into the dust. Nobody took notice.

“You lied to me, and then you left me, and you turn up here like- You left me!” Your voice was a lot higher than you wanted it to be. But at least it was angry. Angry-red, fuming. Not tears-blue and choking. “You left me all alone in the fucking Diner, no explanation, only a note. A fucking ‘sorry’-note! I thought you had died!”

You would have felt bad for ruining the fun the three of them had obviously had before you had stormed outside, but you were too angry.

“Listen-”

“No, you listen! Did you even think for a moment that it might be dangerous? That you’d be better off with three Killjoys? That it was a fucking stupid idea to take all the bike keys? If something would have happened to you, I would’ve been without transportation-”

“We thought you’d follow us if we left the keys,” Jet tried explaining, but you shook your head at him.

“I knew he-” you pointed at Fun without looking at him, “was full of shit, and ready to pull fucking stunts like that, but I expected more of you!”

Jet averted his dark eyes, like a little kid that had gotten a scolding.

“The next time you leave me behind like that, with the walls closing in, and the ghosts of three fucking years on my own screaming in my head, at least leave me the keys to a bike so I can piss off and leave you by your sorry selves, because you obviously don’t give a single sorry fuck about me-”

“Stop it!”

You had been so enraged, that you had not even notice how Fun had approached you. Now he grabbed your wrists as you were wildly gesticulating around.

“I know we should’ve told you ab-”

“Let me go!”

Trying not to listen to him you struggled against his grip. He was a lot stronger than he looked.

“It wasn’t exactly clever of us to leave you alone-”

“I said: let me go!”

“-but we couldn't risk getting you in danger-”

Fun’s eyes were soft, guilt swimming in them, and you could tell how sorry he was. But he had left you. He had been the one who had abandoned you. He did not have the right to expect you would listen to his explanation. The explanation should have come beforehand. You knew he liked the saying that it is better to ask for forgiveness than permission, but nobody ever talked about what happened when the forgiveness was not given.

“You don’t make the rules!”

Having enough of Fun restricting your movements you twisted in his grip, a movement you had once, all these years ago, learnt from Kobra. Fun yelped as with your movement you twisted his hands enough to hurt him, making him let go immediately.

For a moment you thought about grabbing the keys for the motorbike out of Jet’s hand, and racing away, but you could not run away before you had talked to that third man. Not now, though. You were too mad at the other two to even phrase a proper sentence.

So instead you turned on your heels, and marched into the Diner, down the hall, and into your room, not giving the new man a second glance, nor Jet, who looked absolutely devastated, nor Fun, who was rubbing his wrists.

It did not take Fun long to follow you inside. You could hear him walk up to your door, as you were lying face down on your bed, your nose buried in the part of the pillow that did not smell like him.

His knock was distinct, one you could recognise anywhere in the world.

“Can I come in,” he asked gently.

By the Phoenix Witch, where did he take that patience from?

“Fuck off,” you shouted back. For a moment there was silence.

“Please? I just-”

“No, fuck off, I said! You lied to me, and you left me behind without explanation! I thought we trusted each other and-”

“I wanted to protect you!”

“I don’t give a fuck about your protection!” That was a lie, but you could feel the blow it sent to Fun’s heart behind the door, and in a twisted sense it felt good. “If we can’t trust each other, and you were the one that broke that trust, then I shit on your protection or whatever the fuck you came up as an excuse with!”

On the other side of the door was rustling, quiet voices.

“Let me,” someone whispered.

Again a knock. Not Fun’s. Not Jet’s. You just lay in your bed, letting the sound drift through the room, letting it pull old memories to the surface. Of bonfires in the desert, of patching up each other’s wounds, and consequentially each other’s blood as dark rims under your fingernails, of stealing each other’s jackets, dyeing each other’s hair.

“For fuck’s sake,” you whispered into your pillow, your heart racing at the knocking pattern you had not heard in almost four years. Lifting your head, you spoke just loud enough so it was barely audible from behind the door: “But just you.”

Burying your face back in the pillow, you heard the door open, and a single person enter, before the door closed again. Steps neared your bed, and then the mattress dipped besides you.

When you moved to sit up, you did not even look at the other person’s face. You just turned around, threw your arms around his neck and buried your face against his shoulder, before sobs began wrecking your body. Arms, softer than you remembered them, came up to wrap around you, and pulled you in.

“I missed you,” you cried, your voice barely audible against the white fabric of the BLI issued clothes. “I’m so sorry. I let you down. I let you all down. Doctor D didn’t even trust me with the Girl. I failed you. I failed all of you.”

“You didn’t fail us.”

The voice rumbled in the other person’s chest, but it was soft, gentle. You cried even harder at the sound, one you thought you’d never hear again. You had accepted you would never hear your best friend’s voice again, but here he was, holding you, brown hair gently swiping against your head as he adjusted himself on the bed.

“You didn’t fail us,” Party repeated. “Without you, none of us would be here right now, alright?”

“But-”

“No buts. We owe you everything.”

He tightened his hold on you, pulling you tighter against him. He was still cold, just like Fun and Jet had been, as all those, who had just come out from underneath a mask, were. But warmth already started pulsing through him again, meaning he had gotten rid of the mask at least two or three hours ago.

For a long while you sat like that, you cried, and he held you, and sometimes you thought he cried too. A few times he tried to bring up Fun and Jet, wanting to explain why they had gone without you, but you shut him up each time. Right now you did not want to think about Jet, who you had thought would always do the right thing, or Fun, who obviously didn’t trust you, who you already felt so broken hearted over because you knew these nights sharing a bed meant more to you than to him. You just wanted to be held by your best friend, and Party accepted that, snuggled into your touch when you ran your fingers through his smooth locks, and buried your face deeper against his shoulder.

It was a knock on the door, Fun’s knock, that eventually prompted you to pull away from the hug. Tears had dried on your cheeks, and the room was dark. For the first time you looked up at Party. Your first impression, that his face was rounder, his body softer than the last time you had seen him, seemed to be true. You knew he had barely eaten in the months leading up to them going to Battery City, but underneath the mask he seemed to have put on a healthy weight. Maybe it had even been the healing of the mask itself.

“Come in,” you called, knowing Fun was still waiting outside your door.

Now, that you had calmed down, you ached for his touch, his reassurance. Of course, Party had just spent about an hour just hugging you, but Party was not Fun. With Fun it was different, always.

Fun pushed the door open, halting in the door frame. You expected him to smile, to be gentle like he had been after you had insulted and screamed at him. But instead his eyes wandered over the scene before him, Party and you sitting on your bed, you almost in the other man’s lap from where you had hugged, and Fun’s jaw tensed.

“If you want dinner...” he trailed off, his eyes cold and distant.

“Oh, great, I’m starving,” Party grinned and untangled himself from you, jumping up.

“I’m fine,” you answered, and watched as Party nodded and slipped past Fun into the corridor.

For a moment Fun and you just looked at each other. He was glaring daggers at you, and while you knew that your comment earlier had probably hurt him, you had hoped he would try explaining himself again. This time you wanted to listen, this time you wanted him to know that you understood, even if you did not approve of how he had decided to act.

But he did not speak up.

“Fun-”

“I don’t care,” he scoffed, rolling his eyes before looking at you again.

The tension was so thick, you thought you could cut it with a knife.

A few seconds long you were staring at each other, like two dogs, which were deciding whether to fight or to play. You were about to say something, make a second attempt at coaxing him out of his shell, when he blew air through his nose, rolled his eyes again, and closed the door between you.

That night Fun did not sneak into your room. Nor the next. Or the one after that.

It was cold without him, cold and lonely, and his smell on the pillow slowly got covered up by your own. When a week had passed, and he still had not come to see you, the pillow now only smelling like yourself, you finally put it in the wash.

It was not only during the nights in which he kept his distance to you though. It was over the days as well, almost like it had been before. No, it was worse. Before, he had at least sometimes talked to you, or looked at you during conversations, but now he seemed to pretend you did not exist. Only when the situation really required him to acknowledge you, like when someone asked him to hand you something, did he interact with you. But even then his eyes would not meet yours.

Jet and Party of course picked up on the strange behaviour, and also your pain every time Fun ignored you. Both tried talking to you about it, asked what was wrong, but your guesses were as good as theirs so you told them to ask Fun, who only refused to talk about you.

Over the next two weeks you began developing a new routine. Before the others had gone to Battery City, Party had been the crew’s unofficial leader. All decisions were voted upon by the group, but in the end you would have followed Party’s lead, no matter the votes. Now he was the one with the least knowledge of the current state of the Zones, so he was always looking to you for guidance, all questions he had being directed at you first, before he asked the others.

At some point Jet and Fun seemed to have told him about everything that had happened since they had gone to Battery City to save the Girl. He knew about the deaths of the others, and tried to hide his pain over losing his little brother, Kobra, but you knew him well enough to see through his facade. He also knew about the masks, about your work, about how Jet and Fun had found you by accident. And he remembered the schedule. What had taken Fun over three weeks to remember, Party remembered after just a few nights. He was able to add more of the DRACs routes, and fill in some gaps in your reconstructions.

But in the end it was not Party who woke you all up one night, with panicked screams, and a memory that made your heart feel like it had been ripped to shreds.

It was Jet, sweat bathed and pale, his curls sticking to his forehead, his breathing fanatic as you all stormed to his room. He sat in his bed, shaking as you rubbed his back, when he told you about a memory from almost a year ago. A memory about Kobra. In a white, tiled room with a drain in the middle of the floor. Tied to a chair. No mask. Fully conscious. Fully Kobra. Blood. Scalpels. Screams. Whimpers of pain. Silence.

Neither of you knew what to say, the only sound in the room Jet’s heavy breathing as he tried to calm down. He had been there, had maybe even helped torture Kobra. You knew that no matter how many times you would tell him that it had not been him, but BLI, he still would blame himself, just like Fun had blamed himself for almost strangling you to death.

“I thought those had just been nightmares.”

It was Fun’s voice, shaky and thin, that eventually broke the silence. He had never talked about his nightmares to you before, not in all the weeks you had shared a bed, but now he told you that he had the same, reoccurring dream, only that maybe it was not a nightmare after all but a memory. He struggled to place it to a time, but he was sure it had been recent, no much longer ago than two months. He insisted on that. Party was pale as he listened to his friend’s stories, before he confessed that while he had no vivid memory of such a scene, he did remember flashes of Kobra getting tortured. Just like Fun he had thought it were nightmares, trauma bleeding into the now.

Neither of you went back to your room that night. Fun fell asleep with his head against Jet’s wardrobe, Party with his head leant on Fun’s shoulder, while you had curled into a corner of Jet’s bed. The only one who did not go back to sleep was Jet, still blaming himself for what had happened to Kobra, and scared something similar would happen to his friends, if he dared closing his eyes. So he kept wake.

In the morning the situation had lost some of its horror but gained in cruelty. All of the men’s memories matched each other; all of them agreeing that at some point Kobra had been under a Zombie Mask until his injuries had healed, and then later been taken out from underneath that mask, and tortured while he was fully conscious.

And that, for the first time since Party had joined the group, gave you a clear goal: save Kobra. But as much as you knew what you needed to do, as little did you know how to do it. Kobra was in the heart of BLI, the headquarters in the centre of Battery City. The last time Killjoys, namely four of five of the Fabulous Killjoys, had broken into the headquarter, they had been killed. Which was one point you all agreed on, should be avoided if possible.

As soon as you had woken up that morning, you all had begun making plans, and soon it turned out getting in would not be the problem, just as it had not been last time. Party told you how they seemed to have set off an alarm, which was not very surprising considering they had driven a car through some barrier right into the city.

So the obvious choice was to sneak in. You just had to find a way past the high walls that surrounded Battery City. You had countless old DRAC uniforms and dismantled DRAC Masks, and if you rode your bikes up to the wall, you could probably sneak in through the sewer system, and from there into the headquarters, where you would pass as DRACs. But then you still needed to find Kobra, and make it back out unnoticed unless you wanted things to end like last time.

By noon you were convinced it was an impossible mission. Party kept staring at the notes you all had taken together, and Jet had fallen asleep, his chin resting on his chest as he took deep breaths.

Fun still refused to talk to you, and you could not help but notice that he seemed to avoid Party too, had been ever since he had seen Party in your room that first evening.

It bugged you, even more so that any attempt at talking to him got shot down immediately. Even this morning, when you had tried bouncing ideas off of him, as you had done in the weeks before Party had joined the group, he had refused to communicate with you.

It drove you up the walls, quite honestly, and unable to stand the atmosphere in the Diner anymore, you stepped outside into the midday sun. You understood that it had to be awful for Party to know his baby brother was out there, in the hands of BLI, being tortured, suffering. But right now there was nothing you could do. Party had asked if there were any crews who would be crazy enough to help you, but Jet had explained that there were none.

Nobody dared coming near you. The only ones you knew who would have helped had lost contact to you years ago, after they had gone east. They had helped you stay afloat during the first months after your friends had died. You knew they had been friends with Party and Kobra. Especially their leader seemed to have been close to Kobra, and had made it his personal mission to help you trade, until you had enough connections to trade by yourself, for food, meds, clothes. And then they had gone to the east, to where once had been Chicago. You had not heard of them since, so you had not brought them up.

The next days, weeks almost, were pure hell. More so than the Zones were already anyway.

Party locked himself in his room most of the days, making up crazy plans on how to save Kobra. Which meant there was hardly any time in which the tensions between him and Fun could continue rising, but every time he left his room he babbled about increasingly delusional plans. Even though calling them delusional was still putting it mildly.

You mostly just sat there and let him talk, not encouraging him, but not trying to shut him up either. That was what you had Jet for. He was probably the most helpful at the moment, helping you with repairs that needed to be made, or going on supply runs with you, whereas Fun only hung out in the garage, screwing around with the bikes.

Fun still did not talk to you, and began acting strange towards Party, always on edge, always a second away from blowing up, and more than once he lashed out at the other two men. Sometimes it was justified, you supposed, Fun lashing out at them, but sometimes it was just too much, and while you were still disappointed and hurt that he pretended like you had not spent weeks taking care of him after nightmares, and talking until late at night about (almost) all your secrets, you were also glad to not get into the line of his verbal fire. At this point you would probably just break down in tears.

Party was no big help in the Fun-matter either, obviously. He grew increasingly irritated at everyone, especially when nobody enthusiastically latched onto his absolutely crazy plans. At this point you were almost certain Party was going completely mad, and you’d have to lock him away at one point or another, just so he wouldn’t endanger himself. Jet tried, tried, to stay calm between the former leader who was so dead set on finding his brother that he forgot to eat, the quiet, but aggressive friend who threatened to blow up if you just glanced at him the wrong way, and you, who sat in the middle just like Jet, and still seemed to be the centre of Fun’s anger issues, without the faintest clue as to what had caused any of it.

Next Chapter - Venom

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