#and convince them to fall back into their bad ways just to escape their current lives?

[saetoru]

✩ ‧₊˚ ✩。GOODBYE KISS — GOJO SATORU. (rich boy! au)

contents. college! au, rich boy! gojo, established relationships, morning cuddles wif toru <3, morning tantrums with toru too lol, ft. our fav: momjo !!

satoru’s head is on your chest as he snores softly—normally, you adore the feeling of him so close to you, but right now, it’s five minutes until your wake-up-for-real-this-time-or-you’re-late alarm will go off. you’ve already hit snooze on the other six—how satoru’s slept through them all is a mystery to you.

you peer down at him, watching the way his lips are parted as soft breaths escape him in gentle sighs. his hair is messy over his forehead, and the sun makes his skin glow in that way only satoru could glow. you sigh, pressing a soft kiss to his forehead, and as if he feels the affection in his sleep, he hums a little while still unconscious.

too bad you’ll have to break this peace in just a moment.

and this is going to work out poorly—you already know that. if you move from under satoru, he’ll wake up. if he wakes up, he’ll realize you’re trying to leave. if he realizes you’re trying to leave, he’ll have a meltdown. if he has a meltdown, he’ll surely win and convince you to stay. if you stay, you’ll miss class and fall behind on the notes. if you fall behind on the notes, you’ll procrastinate on catching up. if you procrastinate on catching up, you’ll know absolutely nothing by the time the next exam rolls around. if you know nothing by the time the next exam rolls around, you’ll have multiple mental breakdowns and lose yourself to stress the night before as you cram all in one sitting.

simply put, your entire grade resides on the fact that satoru is currently sleeping on your chest, and he definitely won’t let you leave.

you try anyway—and just as you suspect, you fail.

“huh? wha—where are you going?” he groans, rubbing his eyes as he blinks them open. “wait a sec—baby no,” he whines.

“shh, toru, you’re dreaming,” you kiss his forehead, “i’m not actually leaving.”

“i’m not stupid!”

“shhh, your dream is tricking you,” you insist, “i’m still right under you.”

“you can’t gaslight me! i’m not falling for your tricks,” he huffs, “how gullible do you think i am?”

very, you want to say—but that would be a bad idea.

“you’re not stupid at all, toru,” you say sweetly, “you’re the smartest man i’ve ever met.”

“this is definitely not a dream because you’re even meaner to me in my dreams,” he raises a brow, “dream you would never be this nice.”

“what do you mean i’m mean in your dreams?” you gasp. you’re not mean to satoru—you wouldn’t have to yell at him if he just behaved half the time.

“they’re more like nightmares,” he huffs, “last one, you made me sleep outside. that was rude.”

“how could you dream me being a jerk?” you ask, offended—and before he can answer, your wake-up-for-real-this-time-or-you’re-late alarm blares.

satoru glances down at your phone and stares for a moment—and then he flops back against his pillow as he whines miserably.

“don’t leave,” he begs, “please, just skip this one class for me? i get so cold in the mornings,” he pouts.

“then put a shirt on,” you sigh.

“i’ll be lonely!”

“not if i’m bullying you in your dreams, apparently.”

“baby, i can’t sleep without something to cuddle,” he tries again—that one almost makes you cave. you have to admit that cuddling isn’t something you enjoy passing on either, but class is important. more important than class is your sanity that you would like to keep intact instead of lose while cramming six chapters in one night.

“cuddle my pillow,” you sigh, “satoru, please. i’m already late.”

“just this once, okay? i won’t ask again,” he says innocently, his eyes wide and pleading as they peer up at you.

“you said that last time.”

“last time i crossed my fingers,” he winks, “so it didn’t count. so now you have to—”

“goodbye, satoru,” you mumble.

he slumps in defeat, grumbling under his breath before rolling over to turn his back to you petulantly. you sigh, rolling your eyes—though fondly, before you head to the bathroom, getting ready for the day.

by the time you’re out, satoru has fallen asleep again—you know it’s because he’s stayed up late again to play video games with suguru. because you don’t want to disturb him from his much needed sleep (and because you don’t want to risk waking up him and dealing with another tantrum), you decide to gently pull the blankets over his bare chest and skip the goodbye kiss.

it won’t be a big deal if he doesn’t get a kiss goodbye while he’s asleep, right? he won’t even be awake to notice.

evidently, you realize in the middle of class that you’re wrong. very wrong.

ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤToday, 8:32 AM

baby boy 💋:

you left without a goodbye kiss???????????

are you ignoring me????????????

baby

sweetheart

sunshine

angel

peaches

i know you’re reading this.

ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤToday, 8:41 AM

mrs. gojo ❤️:

please answer satoru. i really don’t want a headache today

this is very short and silly sorry. anyway rip momjo she deal with too much that boy is a handful

[sundays-wing-piercing]

Helloooo, I hope you don’t mind that I just hop in here to send some Sunday prompt ideas cause why not (hehe)

A hurt/comfort idea with Sunday and injured s/o, what if s/o escaped a life-threatening situation without his knowledge and returned to him, only for Sunday to realize that theyre bleeding out heavily. Luckily he managed to get assistance before things took a turn for the worse, scolding them for being so reckless and for not telling him, he was just so worried :( (bonus if its a path destruction follower s/o)

Second idea, what if s/o’s running a delirious, high fever, all shits and giggling while Sunday is sitting at their bedside, feeding them necessary food and medicine while patting their hot forehead with a cool cloth, reassuring them that he loves them and that they’ll be fine soon

man i just rlly love me some hurt/comfort prompts 😞☺️

Honey darling don't worry it's what I do LOVE THESE IDEAS OMG

The first one I'd imagine that after you barely escaped death your mind's all over the place but even then one thought outshines the others. You don't know if you're gonna die or not. The unbearable pain along with the trail of blood staining your fingers do convince you to the first option but either way, you'd want to atleast see him one last time. You're practically limping, trying to stay awake just a little bit longer and once you finally meet him your body completely gives up just in time.

You weren't met with the cold floor as you expected. But instead, a terrified man who shouts your name begging you to stay awake. It appears that he had caught you in his arms just as he always did. Though you wonder if it's gonna be his last.

Fortunately Sunday got you help as soon as possible. You were ofcourse unconcious but atleast not forever. Atleast that's what he hoped. Gosh all he felt was rage but to who? Was it to the person or thing that caused this? Was it to you who gave little to no thought wether you'd get out of this battle alive or not? Or was it to him who'd wish he had the time to protect you? Even though theres no way he could've have predicted this, he was still angry at himself.

What kind of fool falls for the same mistake twice. All he could do is cover his face in the blanket that you slept in out of shame. That is until a hand gently stroked his hair. Oh you thought he was gonna start crying? Nah hes straight up scolding you like- actually raising his voice. Although you feel guilty of making him worry like this, you can't help but smile at how much he cares for you enough to get mad about it.

Halfway through his scolding you find how his words seemed to come out more hoarse until it ultimately stops. Hes crying. Ah now you really feel bad. You can't really do much in your current state other than cupping his face making him look at you in the eye. Your thumb brush away the tears that escape the corners of his eye as you blurt out an apology. One that he refuses to accept at the moment but deep down, he loves you too much to be petty. As of now you'll just have to comfort him until you both succumb to the exhaustion.

Second one is just you waking up looking absolutely terrible but you insist that everything is fine. Right as you're about to get ready for work Sunday immediately pulled you back down to the bed as he presses his cold fingers to your forehead. Yup, it's a fever alrighty. A really bad one in fact. And so he decides to take a day off to tend to you and despite your complains he absolutely insist on taking care of you.

But ofcourse you decide to use this opportunity to your advantage. Right as he brings you something to eat you're whining to him about how you don't have the appetite to eat. Theres no way he'll buy into this. Holy shit he did. He's actually and willingly spoon feeding you slowly and patiently and even made sure to stop for a break if you can't take anymore so you don't vomit all over the place.

But incase you do, he's at your side holding your hair and patting your back till you're all done. He gently cleans you up and brings you a fresh comfy set of clothes that are just right for you. And once you're finished he'll hold you close and whisper sweet affirmations to calm you down. Even if you apologize for burdening him he'll deny it all with a gentle smile. Different from his charming public persona one. Even if he has to get up to do the same thing in the middle of the night he'll never blame you. It's not something in your control afterall. Please do the same if he ends up getting sick from you.

Wow. Thats a lotta words. But as always SMASH THE SUBSCRIBE BUTTON. LIKE, COMMENT, SHARE AND MAKE SURE TO HIT THE BELL SO YOULL GET NOTIFIED ON MY NEWEST VIDEO. THIS IS SUNDAYS WING PIERCING, SIGNING OFF. *insert 2017 yt outro of my username with cool effects as playing with fire by blackpink plays in the background* Im so sorry for that

[reiluvr]

🏁 jump start

you just wanted to wallow in peace. a bit hard to do that when two random men ask you to be a "grid girl"?

racer au!! part 1 is on my page! masterlist is a wip currently </3 were still in the introduction part of this so this is definitely going to be split up into parts. also i haven't decided whos gonna be the main guy in this so lmk who you like!

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What in the world have you gotten yourself into? That’s the only thought that runs through your mind as the two random men drag you to some remote area. You almost regret trusting them so easily, maybe that was their plan, to have Yuji be so sweet that they can lure you to your demise. You had just begun formulating your half assed plan to try and escape when it feels as though you’ve been struck by lightning. All your senses scream when the pin drop silence evolves into loud rumbles, the abandoned dark lot that you were standing in suddenly being lit up like a flash bang. Sukuna grins at the pathetic whine that escapes your lips as you drag your arms over your eyes to soothe them. You drop them again a few seconds later, letting your sense adjust as you notice the sudden influx of people. Through hazy vision, you can make out Yuji talking excitedly with some spiky haired boy while Sukuna crashes through people to meet with a blonde chick. You suddenly feel extremely self-conscious being left alone by the two people who you only somewhat knew. It’s when you finally start seeing clearly, that a girl walks up to you. She looks you up and down, not even bothered by the way you seem to be staring into her soul. She grins lazily when she notices the glint of attraction in your eyes.

“Shoko. Nice to meet ya. How did Sukuna convince a goody like you to come to a place like this, huh?”

You stutter through your words, completely lost. She rolls her eyes, eyeing your pockets as she steps closer, taking advantage of the way your breath hitches to slip her hand into your jacket pocket. She pulls out your ID, giggling at the stunned look on your face as she examines it.

“Hmm, pretty name…Oh shit, you don’t look nineteen, girl. Ah, med major. That explains it. They always look depressed beyond their years.”

You gather enough confidence to finally scan the place, your voice hesitant.

“What is this?”

Shoko’s eyes widen only a fraction as she tilts her head.

“They really didn’t tell you anything? You’re not that smart if you’re following random men without even asking a question, kid.”

You don’t respond to that, not ready to tell this beautiful woman about how your life is falling apart because your marks are bad. She takes a step back, arms open as if to show off the area as she grins.

“Welcome to Jumpstart, kid. The only street racing kick in the tristate area that’s worth attending.”

At her words, the environment seems to suddenly click as you take it in. The blinding lights seem less harsh now that you can see the beautiful cars they come from. You barely get a chance to admire the scene, Shoko grabbing your arm as she drags you with her.

“You got a lot to learn in a very little amount of time, so let me introduce you to the main event.”

Shoko is clearly a big deal around this area, people immediately getting out of her way as she shuffles through the crowd. You mutter small apologies to the few people you bump into before Shoko comes to stop in front of two men…In front of two gorgeous men.

The taller one grins as he leans forward a little to bend, his hair falling over his face so effortlessly that you almost want to run your fingers through it. You want to ask him if it’s bleached, I mean who could possibly have such perfect whiter hair naturally? Before you can even open your mouth to greet him, he slips his glasses down his nose and you’re once again left speechless at the overwhelming blue staring down at you.

“Hmm, this the one Sukuna picked out? She not all that.”

And before it even started, it ended. You didn’t even get a chance to appreciate his looks before he starts talking and now you want him to just shut up. Okay, maybe you didn’t look your best, but god, give a girl a break! The man on his left grins as he slaps his hand on the white-haired ones arm. His voice is soft, almost a purr as he slips a hair tie off of his wrist to tie up his hair while chiding his friend.

“Come now, Satoru, it’s rude to point out someone’s flaws.”

His voice is so sweet, saccharine like as he defends you. You completely blow past the condescending nature of the way he words his thoughts. He grins as he looks down at you, A stray piece of hair falling over his eyes, making him look all the more regal as he coos at you.

“You seem way out of your comfort zone, pretty. This not your usual night out?”

Shoko tugs on his hair before you can answer, though you secretly thank her knowing you would’ve made a fool out of yourself if you spoke.

“She’s not a plaything, focus up. Come on, introduce yourselves.”

Both boys straighten up, seeming as though conditioned, the way they start speaking like it was rehearsed hundreds of times.

“I’m Satoru Gojo, it’s nice to meet you. Would you like to see my car?”

“Suguru Geto, it’s a pleasure. Let me take you for a ride.”

You stare at both of them awkwardly, Shoko slapping her hand against the back of both their necks.

“We’ve been through this! Don’t sound so robotic. Whatever. Look kid, these two are the top racers we have. Satoru only races in car sprints like a pussy, and Suguru does a little bit of everything, but we like to show him off when he’s on a bike. You’ve met Sukuna, he’s insane in a car. Yuji manages these ‘meetings’ but I’ve seen that boy when he’s in a sports car and there’s a reason him and Sukuna are twins. Who am I missing…?”

You try to remember all the information she’s throwing at you as Suguru starts speaking next.

“Choso is only good on bikes, you can meet him at the next race. Megumi and Maki are car fanatics, you should talk to them to figure out the basics. Nanami is the supervisor, I suppose. We should definitely introduce you to him. Hmm, there’s a bunch of other people too, you can just meet them later. Right now, we need to get you changed.”

“…What?”

You finally get a chance to speak, your face burning slightly at the rasp in your voice as your eyes squint in confusion. You turn to Shoko, clearly only trusting her right now as she grins back at you.

“Oh yeah, we need to fix you up. I think it’s time you meet Nobara and Hime.”

[lambertdiary]

can I have a dalton x reader where he has a nightmare that the lipstick demon has her trapped in the further and is either killing or torturing her and dalton wakes up from it, the reader isn’t in the bed with him so he panics and walks to her dorm knowing he won’t be able to sleep unless he knows she’s safe and when she opens the door to him he breaks down crying and she comforts him, let’s him stay over as well

A/N: omg i was so excited to write this as soon as a read it. thank you for your request!! please let me know what you think, feedback is always appreciated.

Word count: 1.7k+

Warnings: established relationship, angst, The Further, mentions of anxiety, mentions of death, language, fluffy/comforting ending

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Nightmares

It was pitch black outside and Dalton was washing his face, currently recovering from a nightmare. They are a part of him and he’s used to them by now, but lately they have been way more frequent… and terrifying. The worst part was not knowing if these ‘nightmares’ were actually nightmares or if his soul was wandering around in a different realm, leaving his body unguarded. 

He unusually kept stuff like this to himself though, when he was younger he did it cause he didn’t think adults would understand or even believe him, but now it was just easier to stay silent rather than have people worry or feel sorry for him. 

He looked at the time. It was 11:30 PM, meaning he still had a lot of time to sleep. ‘Good’, he thought, walking back to his dorm and wrapping himself around the sheets once he found the comfort of his bed. It didn’t take long for him to fall back asleep, almost having a peaceful night until a cold breeze went through his body, sending chills down his spine. He opened his eyes thinking was still in bed, but the pure darkness surrounding him proved him wrong. 

He started to sweat, looking around him trying to decipher if this was another one of his bad dreams, praying it was. But this time, he had a bad feeling. 

He closed his eyes in an attempt to wake up, but when he felt something tug the hem of his sweatpants he opened them again and tried to escape, failing and falling on his back. Luckily he spotted a bright light appear next to him, so he grabbed the lamp and brought it closer to the entity, making it crawl away. 

Dalton could feel every emotion turn into fear, making it really hard for him to think properly. His hands were shaking and the light wasn’t doing a very good job at making things less scary, everything around him was still… nothing. But whatever his situation was he knew he had to find a way out. 

He felt his feet getting heavier with every step and his typically anxious self feeling worse than ever. 

He was about to find the way back to his body, having memorized most of the paths by now, but a loud scream stopped him. A scream he was terrified to admit he knew who it was from. He froze there, almost as if he was trying to convince himself that none of it was real and his mind was playing dirty tricks on him. But there it was again, this time a lot louder and the terror more evident.

He knew exactly where it was coming from too. Suddenly a red door appeared before him. Dalton approached it slowly, carefully. It has been a while since the last time he saw said door but the memories that came with it lingered in his mind constantly. He forced the door open and he heard loud stomps coming from somewhere. His heart was racing and his breathing was complicated. He didn’t wanna find out what he knew he was about to but if his suspicions were right, then he had to do something and it had to be quick.

When he fully entered the lair he examined every corner of it, eventually getting to a dark space, darker than every other part of the room. But thanks to the weak blaze of a candle he was able to see someone inside a cage. 

 “Y/N!” He screamed. But before he could get to her, he felt a hand grab him by his ankle, making him fall and dragging him away and back to the door. He grabbed onto something on time, stopping him from being expelled from the wicked hole.

Dalton waited for the hand to let go of him, eventually standing up but for some reason he was unable to move. Then for a moment everything was calm, almost too calm. No eerie sounds coming from anywhere, no wails from trapped souls and no demons in sight. But after a while, he heard a song echo through the demonic cave. That damn song. 

Dreadful memories started to flood his mind when he saw the demon that has been stalking him his entire life. He was holding big heavy chains as he walked to the corner where his girlfriend was trapped. He wanted to run and save her, but a force was still keeping him there.

Once he lost sight of it, he struggled to break free from whatever was forcing him to remain motionless, trying to call out her name but his voice vanished thanks to the anxiety that overtook him. After a few more tries he started moving again, and as he got closer he felt like his heart was about to explode out of his chest. With every step everything got louder, including Y/N’s screams.

At the last turn he spotted both of them. A cold, tight knot formed in his gut as he recognized what was happening. The Red-Faced entity was pinning her down as he chained her to the cage, his grasp so hard he could see wounds form on her skin. His shaky breath must have alerted him of his presence, and as soon as he made eye contact with it he could see a devilish smile form on his face. His long and filthy hands began to move to her neck, positioning there and applying an inhumane force that could kill her within seconds “Y/N!”

He woke up abruptly, gasping loudly as he tried to steady his breathing. He grabbed his phone and checked the time again. 3 AM. He started calling Y/N and sending her a million messages, all of them went unanswered. On a normal night he would understand, he didn’t expect his girlfriend to pick up at 3 AM, but right now he needed her to answer. He needed to know she was in her room, safe and sound. 

Quickly, he put on a hoodie and shoes, he ran out of his dorm as fast as he could, still trying to get a hold of her over the phone. Nothing.

“Fuck” He muttered to himself.

Once he finally entered the building he ran up the stairs not having time to wait for the elevator, sprinting through the hallways until he was standing outside of her door. He was desperate to know if she was okay, but at the same time he didn’t wanna sound insane and creepy, so he opted for not so loud knocks, it was 3 AM after all. 

But nothing was happening. He kept trying but his plan wasn’t working “Y/N?” He softly called out her name. Getting desperate, he began to knock louder and louder. Gradually turning into something he was sure the entire building could hear. 

At this point, he was knocking so hard he thought he broke one of his fingers but that was the least of his worries. He saw the door open, but it wasn’t Y/N “Where is she?” 

“What the fuck?” Annie (Y/N’s roommate) asked, confused and absolutely furious “Do you know the time?” She was raising her voice, which Dalton understood completely, but he was angry that she didn’t understand his reasons. 

“Who is it, Annie?” The only voice he wanted to hear came from inside, and Dalton could feel the life coming back to his body.

“Oh my god, Y/N, you’re okay” He ran inside and practically jumped on her bed, hugging her and kissing her face.

“Yeah I’m okay, are you okay?” She sounded tired, but worried “Dalton?”

“I’m sorry” He broke down crying. He let out all of the tears he had been holding from the moment he woke up.

“Dalton stop, talk to me” She grabbed the sides of his face forcing him to look at her, glancing at the tears on his eyes. She was starting to panic now “Oh my god, Dalton, you’re shaking”

“I will never let anything bad happen to you”

“Dalton, please tell me what’s happening. You’re scaring me”

“Listen, I understand this is a hard time for you guys but you can’t have your psycho boyfriend come pounding on the door at fucking 3 AM, I have a big test in the morning” Annie tried really hard to hold back her insults. She liked Y/N, they were good friends but no amount of friendship could excuse this. 

“I’m sorry, Annie” Y/N responded, still holding Dalton’s head and brushing his tears away. 

“Whatever, I’m going upstairs” She responded annoyedly, dragging her blanket across the floor as she exited the dorm.

Once they were alone, Y/N returned her attention to his boyfriend “Dalton-”

“I had a nightmare that you… that you were trapped and I couldn’t save you” He was still crying, which made it difficult for Y/N to fully understand what he was saying. 

“Dalton, look at me, breathe for me?” She placed a hand on his chest, where his heart was, and started breathing slowly, inhaling and exhaling, waiting for him to do it with her.

Dalton mirrored her and finally began to calm down, his breath was steadier and his heartbeats went back to normal “I had a nightmare, I saw you trapped in The Further and I tried to save you but it was too late-” She would never tell him that, but she was freaked out by the words that were coming out of his mouth. She knew none of it was real but knowing these things truly exist and something like that could potentially happen made her tremble.

“Baby, I’m okay” She interrupted him, hugging him tightly and slowly caressing his back in an attempt to comfort him “It was just a bad dream, okay?”

“I know but it felt too real, I had to make sure you were okay”

“Well, I am, don’t worry Dalton, it’s over now” He held her for a while, the fear leaving his body and calmness replacing it.

“Wanna stay with me tonight? Wanna cuddle?” He nodded and waited for his girlfriend to hold him. He held her tight as if someone was trying to rip her away from him. Scared that something like that might happen. 

“I’m sorry I woke you up” Y/N hummed in response, letting him know it was okay “I’m sorry Annie is mad at you”

She chuckled “I’m pretty sure you are the one she’s mad at”

“I can live with it"

[illocopon]

Tw: suicide mention, mental health, toxic relationships

Ok I get it, the first season was all fun and games and silly little gay pirates, so it's obvious and easy to point Izzy out as the antagonist -ahem, the English and Spanish navy, ahem-. So yeah, we have this little and agry fella, trying to bring our lovers appart, trying to boss around The Revenge as if he's the Captain and being mean to everyone around. Of course we thought he's the bad guy. But have we stopped and cared about what are Izzy's drives? HAVE WE??

Izzy Hands is Blackbeard's first mate. Not Ed's, as he says later on. The good functioning of the ship and the relationships between his Captain and the crew is his duty. And all of a sudden, his Captain turns mad and in love with someone who is weak and has nothing to do with piracy. Izzy is absolutely stressed, like a stray cat taking a bath for the first time. The time Ed and Stede spend together is lost time: not pillaging well enough, not hiding properly from the Army... So he blames it all on Stede, ignoring completely his boss' state of mind. Izzy's job is to make everything work and it's just not happening anytime soon. He's so desperate that he even takes a deal with the English army. He even forgives Ed when he punches him in the face, because he's convinced he deserved it. What else could he do?

*S2 spoilers ahead*

And in the second season, Izzy has regained power as first mate. But he's utterly destroyed, both physically and emotionally. He has sacrificed his integrity for this ship, and it's not paying back. Ed treats him like a dog and the crew is so profoundly mentally devastated that he cannot make it work anymore. And again, in desperation, Izzy keeps searching for solutions. It's his job, at the end of the day. He's too emotionally attached that he needs to stay, to make it work again like it used to. He's once again against the wall, he even asks to talk it through. Anything is working, so even Stede's ways were given a try. And this gets him shot in the leg, leading to losing it in a 50-50% chance to die.

So dying is the last frontier. He's not sacrificing his life to a suicidal boss that doesn't care who goes down with him. He almost gives up, but luckily he fails his shot. When the storm comes, he gets his revenge on all the damage that he has taken over the months, over the years; and yet again he's doing his job: he's protecting the crew from what's now the enemy, their current Captain.

When Izzy sees Stede again, he asks him to insult him, to unburden all his hate on him -but that's Izzy's coping mechanism, not Stede's-, he needs punishment, for he hasn't been able to complete his duty and to save Blackbeard from insanity to it's last consecuences. All he gets back is just nothing, and it hurts more than anything because he's left alone with guilt. No bad words, not even a side eye. He's broken and ignored.

Later on, when Stede's crew escape, they take Izzy with them -he would probably be killed or used to track them back- and he tries, for the first time, to thank Stede. Ignored again. He's not worth a thought. So he first falls in booze and then progressively into absolute madness, guiltyness and grieve.

He's not been loved once. Not even when he gave all his life to the one he loved. It was never returned back and now he's disabled for life, alone and aboard a ship where everyone hates him -or so he thinks.

I was so happy to see that the crew ended up understanding his pain and situation, taking care of him and making him a new leg all together. So fuck yeah. FOR THE NEW UNICORN. For the new and crafty Izzy, for the new and sensitive man how's yet to come to terms with some things. To Izzy Hands.

So what I really want to say is: stop hating Izzy. He's been through a lot of shit, has done questionable things to maintain his crew safe and he's a baby girl and I'm too emotional to end this with something that makes sense.

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Do go off about the logical fallacies in Chapter 4, I always thought something was off about it. I'm curious to know your thoughts

Oh... if you insist... (currently bouncing off the walls with excitement ask??? I love answering ask—) ahem.

I suppose I can categorize my perceptions of Chapter 4 into levels of objectivity, with the highest being "I'm sure anyone with reading comprehension can understand the point I'm making and how this logic plays out" and the lowest being "I'm just petty about this"

Disclaimer: I'm a Kokichi liker but I kinda bash the guy in here. I insist it's out of a sense of love, as in "why the hell did you do that you little—" (my point is maybe don't read this if you're too too attached to Kokichi and don't like the insinuation that he did some bad stuff. Generally I assume this is a safe topic though.)

Let's start with my most objective take!

The murder setup was kinda garbage (might rephrase this heading later) (I didn't. fight me)

I know this sounds like opinion but hear me out. This is where the phrase "logical fallacy" really comes into play.

Let's outline Chapter 4 real quick. Miu is planning to kill Kokichi, and obviously Kokichi doesn't want this.

What are Kokichi's options from here? Apparently, one of them is reusing the motive from earlier in the chapter (the truth of the outside world) on Gonta to convince him to kill Miu under the guise of a mercy kill plan. This way, Kokichi doesn't die. This is what happens.

There's a lot to be speculated about regarding Kokichi's motivation for enacting this plan, but let's take the view that, first and foremost, Kokichi did not want to die to Miu.

With that out of the way, let's move on to the next piece of this defective puzzle: Miu's motive. We can cover this in two parts:

Part 1: Miu wants to kill Kokichi to escape the academy.

We can assume this much because she tried to set up a murder that would be near impossible to solve, as she would have had power over all the information available regarding the workings of the virtual world.

Kokichi makes the point in trial 4 that Miu coerced everyone to enter the virtual world so that she could manipulate the setting of the crime completely. She wanted to set up a murder that looked like it could only have happened in real life, while withholding the information that would reveal it was possible in the virtual world.

Kokichi was the only one who knew quite a few of the finer details that allowed case 4 to be solved, and she planned to kill him anyway, meaning these details wouldn't have come to light. Since her intent was an unsolvable murder, she wanted to get away with it and escape.

Part 2: For what reason did Miu want to escape?

We can see that she wanted to change the outside world with her inventions based on her own words in Chapter 4. In a flashback of the moments before she was killed, seen in the Chapter 4 post-trial, she explains this explicitly.

Her belief is that the outside world can be saved if she can only escape back out into it. She believes this is her duty as the Ultimate Inventor.

And finally, we reach the point that the logical fallacy falls into place. If we first assume that Kokichi Oma is a cunning individual who plans things out meticulously and considers all possibilities (thus allowing him to do ridiculously clever things like plan his own, truly unsolvable murder and write an entire script of dialogue for Kaito to use in trial 5), then we can assume that his actions in Chapter 4 are reflective of what he views as his optimal plan.

And yes, in-game evidence shows that we are, in fact, to believe that Kokichi Oma is inhumanly smart and analytical. A script. A SCRIPT, with lines for every possibility he could possibly envision. It's a freaking tome of borderline clairvoyance ahksfwosfawei (as you may notice I do not like the existence of Kokichi's script. A SCRIPT. I may be a Kokichi liker but am I really supposed to believe he's a freaking clairvoyant????? like can't you clairvoyant the end of the killing game bro????? and I adfkaweoiefdfshkj)

See, the thing is... Kokichi's optimal plan, having Gonta murder Miu... is... not... optimal...

There's an alternative solution. All the pieces are in place for it to work. And the salt in the wound, the twist of the knife...

...Is that Kokichi himself already knew the mechanism I'm about to propose.

If Kokichi wanted to survive Chapter 4, he could have removed Miu's motive to leave.

Using the already planted Flashback Light in the Virtual World which contained the memories of the true outside world, Kokichi could have demotivated Miu from even killing him. Her motive was saving the outside world, and Kokichi had what would have been irrefutable evidence that the outside world was unsaveable.

This logical fallacy could be explained by reasoning that Kokichi's motive for having Miu killed was not only to survive, but what then? What would Kokichi's motive have been otherwise? Maintaining a mastermind act?

Why would he even need to do that if he could have lobotomized the killing game by letting everyone find the Flashback Light in Chapter 4 to begin with?

Maybe that means the logical fallacy stems from the ultimate use of the outside world motive in Chapter 5, when the truth of the outside world is used by Kokichi to demotivate the entire group. If, say, seeing the outside world led everyone to become bloodthirsty for some reason (?) then I guess that dodges the fallacy?(??????) It's just kind of a garbage motive in general... it didn't even work as a motive when Kokichi used it, and it demotivated the others. Makes you wonder why it was even included.

I guess my point is that the logic really doesn't add up in Chapter 4 and 5 in exchange for some thoughtless added drama. Y'know, typical writing issues stuff.

Um... I spent quite a while writing this one part up, and this is the view that I care about most, so I might split the others into another post, if I even do another one.

In case I don't, I'll just do a quick overview because they're really not nearly as necessary to explain in depth:

The cord switching bit. With the rest of the Virtual World segment riffing off of games and gaming knowledge, the dissolution of suspension of disbelief hit me like a truck when I was told to believe that Gonta reversed the cords and the whole thing basically ran fine, with just the one issue of memories not transferring back. I... am a modder. I type C007_Ki-bo instead of C007_Ki-Bo, the game crashes. Hell, even without being a modder, I have a drawing tablet with 3 cords and if I don't plug them in right, it won't do anything (duh). No way am I buying this.

Not a logical fallacy, but more of a story writing shortcoming. It kinda sucks that Gonta barely had a substantial role in this chapter despite being the culprit. He didn't plan the murder he committed, and he didn't defend himself for the murder he committed. I get that the idea was probably to make a case centered around Kokichi more than Gonta, but (and I say this as a Kokichi liker) we see enough of Mister Oma as it is. Too much, maybe even. (I mean Kokichi has Chapter 5. He DIES in the Chapter 5 case but still plays a role in the trial. And we're really gonna just have him take over trial 4 when Gonta isn't seen for the rest of the game?)

(content: discontent towards Kaito) Also not a logical fallacy. Maybe not that much of a fallacy at all. I might just be petty but I thought Kaito was cringe the whole time. (okay me and Seb literally had to get up, close the game, and go take a walk outside because we were losing it from everything Kaito was saying. DO YOU???? NOT KNOW WHAT A HYPOCRITE IS????????)

A bit of a shill I guess, but I did write two fanfics which were heavily influenced by my views on chapters 4 and 5, which tried to remedy these fallacies and others in V3. Canon-compliant Bloodied Hands renders Tsumugi the ultimate mastermind behind every murder (not just Rantaro's) with her dramatic meddling leading to the emergence of V3's logical fallacies, while The World is His takes the same premise, just diverging from canon such that Kokichi lives.

[raptorfae53]

OK so having seen some of the pics for what "arachnus prime" could have looked like in the canned fourth season of tfa,it got me thinking of an au/plot idea regarding the character that mixes several of the canned plots together. (Namely the initial "arachnus prime" idea,"trukk vs munkey" and the shattered glass episode "mirror mirror")

What if in this hypothetical plotline,optimus desire to save elita one in the past causes a split in the timeline,causing him to become technoorganic instead. Believed dead by his friends and abandoned by the civilization he so dutifully served, "arachnus" goes a little nuts in his isolation,his misery creating one hell of an insecurity/superiority complex. He doesn't join the decepticons, believing both sides were all in all just as bad as each other and strikes out on his own desperately searching the galaxy for a "cure" for his condition and causing chaos and destruction for cybertron using his advantage of how their systems work. These actions draw the attention of academy washout Elita One and her crew (grumpy,seen it all warrior Chromia,athletic ninja Firestar,and eager to prove young bots Nautica and Moonracer) of repair bots, "Arachnus" damage causing them no level of ire on the job.

This continues until an incursion from a different reality by four bots,the autobots Optimus,Ironhide and the predacons Blackarachnia and Optimus primal. (Who in a previous adventure cloned optimus multiple times after encountering several of starscreams clones wirh similar results,hoping to find a way to cure her own condition,primal being one of said clones who stuck with elita) When both sides fall in with their respective counterparts "Arachnus" is intrigued by Blackarachnias talk of an invention that can turn regular bots into technoorganics like him,and the pair team up (not the least due to their shared belief that cybertron as a whole is corrupt and generally hypocritical) in order to get back to Blackarachnias dimension. Shenanigans ensue however and not the least due to boths insecurities,Blackarachnia encountering her alternate self, and "arachnus" increasingly unhinged mental state, Blackarachnia is betrayed and left by the wayside while "arachnus" escapes to find her lab,from here,a few things happen.

With Elita as a mediator, Blackarachnia,Primal and Optimus finally talk after everything that happened,and optimus let's slip he really does think cybertron is currently a bit corrupt (not the least with Sentinel currently in charge,who optimus has long since grown irritated with) , but that doesn't mean they can't at least try to fix it,so even if Blackarachnia has her doubts,the three of them try to rebuild the device to send them home.

However, before they can stop him,"arachnus" reverse engineers elitas predacon-making machine,only for it to horrifically mutate him further into a saurian mishmash of machine and organic parts and driving the poor guy completely mad,hijacking Blackarachnias burgeoning project now convinced that the real way to deal with "the Cybertronian problem" is to turn the entire species into feral,technoorganic monsters just like him,with him as their leader and lord as the only one who had the foresight to see the problem at hand,yeeeesssss.....

Horrified by what she's unleashed,Blackarachnia,Primal and a gang of Cybertronians turned technoorganic by "Megatron's" (after all,if regardless of the timeline everyone will treat him like a monster,why shouldn't he take the name of the guy most fear akin to a bogyman) experiments team up to try and stop him,if the Cybertronian population can't stand them based on what they now look like, why not show them and "Megatron" the true maximal of what a few technoorganics can do,hmmm maximal...

All the while,imprisoned within the depths of iacon along with his most faithful,the real Megatron,despite the irritation with this young upstart using his name,sees the emergence of the "predacons" as an opportunity. Coupled with the increased amount of decepticon attacks within the outer regions this event is clearly taking a toll on the new magnus,making him all the more pliable and easily manipulated,any day now he's going to snap,and Megatron will use the opportunity to escape and continue his conquests...

TLDR: in an alternate dimension optimus becomes a giant spider instead of elita,he escapes into tfa optimus dimension and becomes the tfa version of beastwars megatron, with Blackarachnia forming the maximals to stop him.

I might add more to it in the future if anyone wants more,but I hope you like what I've written here.

[severalforraelee]

The Girls Part 1: Charles Leclerc x Reader

Photo credit to Luca Bruno/The Guardian

Word count: 3,325

Written by raelee / Posted May 13

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“I missed you,” he murmured into my ear, arms wrapped tightly around my body. This is how it always went. He never wanted to let me go after we hadn’t seen each other for weeks.

“Y/N.”

“I missed you more,” I whispered into his arm, giving it a soft kiss.

“Not possible,” he squeezes me, a giggle escaping both me and him.

“Y/N.”

“What time is it?”

“Almost six.”

“Mm, I should be getting up now so that Lando doesn’t see that I didn’t sleep in my room.” My words contradict my actions as I snuggle back into his arms.

“No,” he whines, then sighs. “I wish we could just tell him.”

“You know how that would go, Charles. He’s way too overprotective of me, and it would mess with your friendship.”

“My relationship with you matters more than my friendship with Lando.”

I sit up in the bed, his arms loosely falling around me. He watches as my feet press against the hotel carpet, rising to put my clothes back on.

“Y/N.”

“Hey,” his voice is tender as I pull my shirt over my head.

“Yeah?” I search for my keys.

“I love you.”

I pause. I really wish he would stop telling me that. He tells me that he loves me, he tells me that he cares about me, he tells me that he wants to be with him, but he knows that I can’t fully commit to him.

My hand snatches the keys from the dresser. “I’m not coming to the race next weekend. Good luck, Charles.”

The hotel room door slams shut behind me.

“Y/N!” I snap out of my thoughts to see my co-worker, Kylie, looking at me, an expectant look on her face.

“Uh, yeah?”

“I was trying to get your attention for like five minutes,” she responds, exasperated, then her face transforms into one of concern. “Is everything okay?”

Sometimes that happens. Sometimes I zone out, imagining what happened and what could’ve been. I wonder if I told Lando about my relationship with his rival, would he really have cared as much as I thought he would’ve? If I stayed in bed with Charles that morning, would I have called him three weeks later when I got the positive test back?

“Um, yeah,” I nod, noticing that she’s still not convinced, so I decide to tell her one of my other concerns. “Ada just has a bad diaper rash.”

“Oh no,” she pouts, then remembers our activity from the prior night, “How did my two favorite girls enjoy the park last night?”

“They always love it there,” I grin, the twins’ happy screeches playing through my head. “What were you trying to get my attention about?”

“Oh, the owner is coming in on Friday so Franny wants us to start making sure that everything looks good.”

I roll my eyes. This isn’t my favorite job that I’ve ever had- in fact, my favorite job was when I had time off between my A levels and college and I was able to travel with Lando to some of the Grand Prixs, acting as his little sister and private assistant. I loved being able to travel and see all of the different countries and cultures with my closest sibling.

But, this job pays the bills, and that’s what I need right now with me and two babies to feed, rent and supplies to pay for, and my college fees. I can find something that I love more once I graduate and get my degree in journalism.

“Sounds good.”

~

“Hi, how were they?” I ask the babysitter as I close the apartment’s front door behind me.

“They were great, as always,” Cheyenne looks up from her textbook, giving me a braces-filled smile. Everyone thought I was crazy for hiring Cheyenne to look after my two month old babies when I had to return to work and school- she was fourteen years old at the time and only had experience babysitting her cousin’s nine year old daughter.

But I didn’t have a lot of options. I moved to my current city for university, my friends have classes or work when I would have needed them to babysit, and I don’t really want help from my family by chance they notice the resemblance between my daughters and a certain Ferrari driver.

And when I saw the way that Cheyenne looked at the girls with pure adoration, I knew she was the perfect person to look after them.

“Do you need any help?” I ask, noticing that she’s working on her English homework.

“I don’t think so, we’re just learning about citations right now,” she makes a dramatic face and I giggle. “I should be heading home, though. They went to bed closer to eight.”

She makes her way out of the apartment and I close the door behind her, slipping off my shoes. I open the door to the room that the girls share, seeing them tucked into their little beds. Ada’s chocolate brown curls rest softly on her polka dot pillow, long eyelashes complimenting her button nose and closed walnut-colored eyes. The matching polka dot duvet is pulled up to her chin and her body lays completely still under it, like she’s a board.

My body awakes to the feeling of falling into clouds, velvet wrapped tightly around my naked form. My arm flings to the side of the nightstand that holds my phone charger, ready to grab the device to check my notifications.

Instead, it hits human skin. A face, actually. The face- well, I guess the person- groans in response.

I roll over, expecting to see a stranger, someone who I just shared the night with, so we can maybe go for one more round, exchange pleasant goodbyes, and be on our way to never seeing each other again.

But I recognize who I’m laying next to.

Charles Leclerc. Driver for Scuderia Ferrari. Number 16. Someone who my brother has been racing against since their younger years, the competition sometimes getting just as heavy as their friendship.

Lucy, on the other hand, is sprawled across her bed, one little arm up and across her pillow and the other arm hanging off the side of the bed. Her straight honey blonde hair- God knows where she got that from- drapes across the pillow, hiding the unicorns beneath. Her jaw drops, making her face look even rounder than it usually looks, and her eyes are clenched tight, keeping those beautiful hazel eyes out of view.

I expect some sort of reaction from him. Maybe a look of shock, horror, distress, regret, anything besides the one that I see. A smile spreads across his face once we make eye contact and he buries the side of his head deeper into his pillow.

“Good morning,” he greets me.

“Charles,” I whisper-shout in utter shock. I don’t know why I’m whispering in the first place- this just feels like something you have to whisper about.

His smile fades and is replaced by a look of concern. “What?”

“What happened last night?”

“We had sex,” he states like it was obvious, “Really, really good sex.”

“Oh God,” I put my hands over my face. “Oh my God, I can’t believe this.”

“What’s wrong?” He asks, reaching out to remove one of my hands from my face, holding it in his own hand.

It’s crazy to me how similar yet different they are at the same time. They grew in my belly at the same time, they were born on the same date, they share the same last name. But beside that, they both prefer vanilla over chocolate, Encanto over Frozen, cats over dogs.

“This can’t happen again,” I respond, stepping out of the bed and hurrying around the room. I want to get out of this room before Charles and I have sex again- that morning glow really suits him.

“Why not?”

I turn to him in disbelief, seeing him sitting up in the bed and leaning back on his hands. He stares at me with an oblivious look on his face, like he really doesn’t understand what’s wrong with that question.

But while Lucy’s my out-spoken wild child who’s not afraid to tell you how it is and what her true thoughts are, Ada’s very shy and compassionate, keeping her thoughts to herself. I’ve caught Lucy on the playground before, her little body in front of Ada’s little body, protecting her from the older toddlers that wanted to play with the exact same bucket and shovel that Ada was playing with.

“Why not?” I repeat, watching him nod. “Because you race against my brother, Charles.”

“So?” He scoffs. “Lando’s a big boy, he can deal with it.”

I sigh, shaking my head as I finish getting dressed. “Just- I just- no, I’m sorry, Charles.”

At the sight of Ada shifting under the covers, I quietly close the door, heading towards the kitchen. I throw together a quick sandwich, pulling my textbook and laptop out and sitting down at the kitchen table to finish some homework while eating. I hope to be sleeping before 2 A.M. tonight, but knowing the amount of coursework that I have to do and the fact that I haven’t prepared the girls bags for daycare tomorrow, I doubt that’ll happen.

I’m two pages into a five page essay when my phone rings with an incoming FaceTime call from my younger sister, Flo. I don’t talk to my family a lot anymore. When I told them about the pregnancy, they, understandably, reacted with disappointment and rage because of my age and the father being out of the picture. And when they found out that I was having twins, it worsened.

My parents are begrudgingly supportive now, and my siblings have been more supportive than them from the start, but I’m still stand-offish with them out of resentment of how they first reacted. When I first told my family about the pregnancy, I refused to tell them who the father is, and I still do every time they ask- which my parents ask often.

It’s hard because Lando and I used to be so close. We’re the closest in age, so we had a lot of the same friends and similar interests growing up. When I first refused to tell them about the father, he begged me to just let him know, and that he wouldn’t tell anybody else. And when I moved for university while pregnant, he pleaded with me to just let him financially support me. I refused both offers, and slowly limited our phone calls from every night to once a month.

It’s just difficult to hear his voice. I know he wants the best for me, and I know he wants me to stop pushing the family away, but if I reveal who the father of my daughters is that’ll change everything.

“Hi,” I answer the FaceTime call before it times out.

“Hey,” she says through a mouthful of potato chips. “What are you doing?”

“Just studying. What about you?”

She starts explaining a recent fight she had with her boyfriend to me, and I try to be an active listener, but I can’t help but yawn towards the end of it, the exhaustion from the long day getting to me.

Luckily, she laughs. “Is my story really that boring?”

“Sorry, Flo, it was super busy at the restaurant today,” I apologize.

She finishes her story and I provide her some sisterly advice- break up with him.

“I know, you’re probably right,” she exhales, “How are my nieces?”

“They’re good. Their new favorite thing is running really fast,” I laugh, the images of their tiny legs carrying them from one end of the apartment towards the other, then back again, flashing through my mind.

She lets out a cooing noise at the thought, then we’re left in silence. She clears her throat, a tell tale sign that she’s about to start a hard conversation.

“So, Lando is racing at Silverstone in a couple of weeks,” she begins.

“Oh, that’s cool,” I respond nonchalantly, trying to ignore the pounding of my heart.

“The whole family is planning on being there.”

“Good for you.”

“Will you?”

“Will I what?”

“Will you be at Silverstone? To support Lando,” she questions.

“Oh, uh, I think I have exams the week after, so I’ll probably need to spend that time studying,” I lie, my stomach squeezing. I hate lying to them, but I don’t know any other way to get out of this. We haven’t gone to one of Lando’s races as a whole family in a couple of years- so I expect that getting out of this one is going to be really difficult.

“I already checked your school’s calendar and it’s weeks before your exams. Come on, why don’t you want to go with us?” She asks softly, hurt soaking into her voice.

I don’t respond, blinking back the tears. It tears me apart to have such a poor relationship with my family. We used to be so close, but I know my daughters emotions and well-being is my priority.

“Just- please? Lando wanted to ask you himself but he said the last time he called you didn’t pick up and then you didn’t return his call. And the time before that, you talked to him for five minutes before ending the call. He wants to see you, Y/N, he wants to see you and Lucy and Ada,” she pleads.

I wipe the tears from under my eyes, trying to appear as subtle as possible. Flo’s face drops, obviously catching the action.

“Fine,” my voice is barely audible. “Fine, I’ll go.”

“He’ll really enjoy that, Y/N. We’ve missed you,” she encourages.

“I have to get back to my homework,” I respond, pushing down the way my chest tingles at her words.

“Okay. Love you, goodnight.”

“Goodnight.”

~

I must not have been as drunk as I thought I was that night that I had sex with Charles. Every time I’ve had sex with a guy since that night, that’s all I’m comparing it to.

His grip wasn’t as gentle as Charles’ grip, he didn’t speak as lovingly as Charles did, he avoided eye contact with me the whole time while Charles made sure to stare right into my eyes.

Maybe that’s why, when I joined Lando a few races later, I ended up standing outside of Charles’ hotel room door at midnight. I had subtly asked Alex Albon for it earlier, knowing that if this night went how it’s been going the previous couple of weeks, I would need it.

And here I am. Knocking on Charles Leclerc’s hotel room door two nights before a Grand Prix, interrupting his much needed sleep.

“Y/N?” He opens the door, rubbing his sleepy eyes. “What are you doing here? Is everything okay?”

“Um, not really,” I bite my lip, wobbling from my heels to my toes nervously.

He notices, stepping aside and motioning with his arm for me to step inside. “Come on in.”

I step inside the room, taking note of how large and luxurious it looks in the dim light of the nightstand’s lamp.

“This is your room?” I gawk. “Shit, my room’s got a bed, mini fridge, TV, and that’s it.”

He chuckles at that, closing the door and taking a step closer to me. “Did you just come to my hotel room to look at the size?”

I bite my tongue to keep from saying the dirty joke that’s in my mind.

“No. I wanted to ask you something.”

“Ask away,” he leans against the wall, green eyes studying me.

I’ve never spent that much time with Charles before, at least not one-on-one. Sure, we’ve gone to a few clubs together with a couple of the other drivers, and Lando will let me play video games with Charles, Alex, and George once in a while. But I’ve never stood across the room from Charles Leclerc, our eyes burning into one another, waiting for the other one to physically move across the room to get closer.

“That thing that you did with your tongue,” I don’t even need to describe much further than that before the smirk spreads across his face, “Where did you learn that?”

“Do you really want to know?”

I nod.

“Pierre taught it to me.”

I stare at him, bewildered. “That leads me to so many more questions.”

He laughs. “Ask away.”

“How did that topic even come up?”

“My last girlfriend wasn’t too happy in the bedroom and we were looking for ways to make it better. She found that in another man, but I tried with the tongue thing,” he looks down, tugging at the hem of his T-shirt.

“I’m sorry,” I apologize.

“It’s okay, it’s not your fault,” he clears his throat, lifting his head back up. “What are your other questions?”

I pause. “Actually, I think that was it.”

He laughs again, standing up straight. “Well I have a question for you.”

“Ask away,” I repeat his words.

“How do you manage to look so beautiful in a sweatshirt and pajama pants with ice cream cones on them?” He questions, taking a step closer to me.

My eyes widen, looking down at my outfit. Shit, I forgot to change before coming down here. I was trying to sleep before I decided to just fuck it and go get fucked.

“Damn it,” I whine at my mistake.

“Don’t be embarrassed, it’s cute,” he grins, taking another step closer to me.

I smile softly back at him. He raises one hand up to my chin slowly, letting me take a step back if I want to. I don’t. His thumb gently touches my skin and it’s like fireworks explode at the touch. Our eyes both widen at that.

His other hand rests softly on my hip. He takes another step closer to me. His eyes skim all over my face, making sure that I want to do this, especially after what I said to him last time. My nod is barely noticeable, but he sees it.

His head bends down, and mine leans up, our lips meeting in the middle. I remember the kiss being sloppy last time, full of lust and desire to just have sex with each other. But this time, it’s slow, passionate, and emotional. We’re getting to know one another in a more intimate way.

“Do you want to do this again?” He pants into the skin of my neck once we finally part, both running out of breath.

“Yes, do you?”

“Of course, mon amour.”

“Mama,” a little voice yells out. I jolt from my seat, looking around in confusion. My laptop had automatically turned off, drool leaking onto the textbook page my head was laying on. I curse quietly, hoping that I don’t get a fee from the textbook rental company for the water stain.

“Mama,” the voice calls out again.

I rise from the chair, hurrying down the hall and opening the door to the girls’ room.

“Morning, baby,” I smile at Lucy as she sits up in bed, her blonde hair sticking out in every direction from her restless sleep. “Are you ready for breakfast?”

She nods, holding her arms out to me. I pull her into my arms. “Let’s go out into the kitchen so that we don’t wake your sister.”

She nods again, resting her head on my shoulder. I rest my head on top of hers lovingly, going over everything that I have to do today.

I have to get the girls ready for daycare, drop them off at daycare, go to class, go to work, and finish that five page paper by midnight. I sigh, already feeling the stress run through my veins.

It doesn’t help that I have thoughts of Charles on top of everything else.

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[just-dreaming-marvel]

The Bond Between Us ~ 16

THE BOND BETWEEN US MASTERLIST

< previous chapter

Word Count: 2,810ish

Summary: It all goes wrong before you are able to leave Naboo.

Warnings: a virus, death

Notes: The next chapter is going to be my favorite so far, but this definitely has some good parts. Also, I have a post that contains the ages of characters throughout this series. Check it out here.

“Okay, troopers, let’s spread out and start to clean up,” you ordered. “Be careful, we don’t know if anything else down here is poisonous.”

You left the group and began doing your own sweep of the area. You hadn’t been gone long when an alarm, signaling a virus leak, had gone off. You started running for the safe room. You got there just as Ahsoka, Rex, and a group of clones did.

“Hurry! The doors are closing!” Rex shouted.

“Don’t worry,” you said. You held your arms up and used the Force to keep the doors open. “Get inside, Rex.” He and the other clones obeyed as the virus came rushing up behind you. “You to Ahsoka!” She jumped through the gap you were holding between the doors.

“Get in here, Y/N!” Ahsoka yelled after you.

You ran, letting go of the doors and barely making it through them. Obi-Wan’s voice quickly sounded from your comlink as Anakin’s did on Ahsoka’s.

“Y/N! Are you alright?” He asked, worry seeping into your bond. “What’s going on down there?”

“The virus was released but we managed to seal the lab,” you explained. “The remaining droids are going to try and break out. We have to stop them.”

“Do not leave that room, Y/N! It’s too dangerous.”

“I will do what I must to save our people and this planet, Obi-Wan. This virus cannot escape.”

There was the Council’s Chosen One speaking and Obi-Wan hated it. He sighed, hearing Padme tell Anakin the same thing you told him.

“Be safe,” he relented.

“Aren’t I always?” You responded teasingly, trying so bad to ease the worry from Obi-Wan. “You be careful as well.” 

You ended the transmission and looked around the room. One of the clones was at a control center along the wall, trying to do something. As you continued to study the area, you noticed a small larger of smoke. You knew then that the virus had made it into the room.

“Oh, no, no, no!” The clone near the screen exclaimed. “Some of the virus got in here. We didn’t close the door fast enough.”

“We may be dead mean, but we could still stop those droids,” Rex stated.

“Don’t worry,” Ahsoka said. “My Master will find a cure for this virus. We’re not dead yet.”

“Is anyone out there?” Padme’s voice filled the comlink. “Can anyone hear—“

“Padme,” you interrupted, answering her call. “We’re trapped in the safe room at the end of complex B.”

“We’ll be right there. Are you contaminated?”

Suddenly two of the clones began coughing. You sighed. “I’m afraid so.”

~~~

Obi-Wan needed to keep his composure and not react as Anakin was. He had to keep telling Anakin that you, Ahsoka, and Padme would be fine, but he was saying it mainly to convince himself. Captain Typho informed the Jedi of a root that may hold the answer to a cure. Obi-Wan and Anakin believed that they needed to go and immediately get it. They were currently on their way to the planet now.

As Anakin did a majority of the piloting, Obi-Wan tried to center himself. He feared that the longer it took them to get the root back to Naboo, the more likely he would lose his temper. You were strong, that was certain, but not strong enough to protect yourself and everyone else down there from a virus. He knew that if someone was going to be the first to fall down there, it would be you and it would be because you sacrificed yourself for the sake of everyone else. Obi-Wan couldn’t let that happen. Living without you wasn’t an option, not anymore. 

It was strange, these growing feelings towards you screamed that he was breaking the Jedi Code. But they also felt completely natural, like they were meant to be. Obi-Wan realized that he had let his thoughts wander too much and quickly forced himself to concentrate. If he didn’t focus on calming Anakin and getting the root back to Naboo, his feelings for you wouldn’t matter because you would be no more.

~~~

“Padme,” you said over the comms, “where are you?”

“We’re right outside your safety room,” she informed you.

You looked around again, noticing the clones coughing more. “Can you get the door open?”

“Be ready.”

The door opened, revealing Jar-Jar and Padme in protective safety gear. You wished that you could have those suits for your clones and Ahsoka. They didn’t deserve to go down like this.

“I am sorry, Y/N,” Padme said, coming up to you as the doors closed behind her.

“Don’t worry about us, Senator,” you said, gaining your wits. “We still have a job to do.”

“There aren’t very many droids left. We saw some heading toward the south entrance.”

“As long as we’re able, we’ll help you destroy those droids before they breach the compound.” 

Rex handed Padme a blaster as she spoke. “You take the north corridor, and we’ll take the south.”

You opened the safety room doors and broke off into your respective groups. You ran down the hallways through the midst of virus, taking out the few droids in your path, as you headed toward the intersection that would allow you to meet up with Padme’s group. You stopped just before the intersection, seeing a group of droids trying to break out. Cutting and shooting the droids down, yours and Padme’s group met in the midst of the fallen droids. You looked up in the tunnel, seeing one last droid.

“Stop!” Rex ordered, aiming at the droid with Padme.

“Don’t open that hatch!” Padme added.

“Ha! Too late!” The droid exclaimed. Rex and Padme began firing, bringing the droid to the ground in pieces.

“There’s going to be more droids trying to break out,” you said. “We need to keep going.”

You led the group, running, down a hallway. It wasn’t long before you ran into those blasted rolling-shield droids. They immediately began firing at you. You and Ahsoka sped forward, each jumping onto one of the droids. You too focused on shutting down the droid to fully understand the commotion that was happening with Jar-Jar and Padme. Once the droids were down, you looked up to see Padme and Jar-Jar on the ground. You could hear Padme’s lose oxygen from here.

“No,” you breathed out.

“Senator!” Ahsoka rushed toward Padme.

“Senator, your suit’s been compromised,” Rex stated.

“I am so sorry.”

Padme took off her helmet. “Don’t blame yourself,” she told Ahsoka. “These things tend to happen in a war zone.”

“Anakin will never forgive me if I let anything happen to you,” you said as you came up to the group. “We might need to find another safe room.”

“But there’s probably another group of droids out there,” Ahsoka argued.

You sighed, sensing she was right. “Then we must go quickly.”

You led the group again, using the Force to guide you to another hatch that a set of droids was trying to break out from.

“There they are!” Ahsoka said as she raced forward with her lightsaber ignited. She quickly, using the Force and her saber, took out the two droids. She leaned forward with a heavy groan, on the ladder.

“Ahsoka!” Padme exclaimed, quickly coming to her side.

“I”m alright.”

You noticed the purple rings under Ahsoka’s eyes as well as the veins on her face beginning to show the effects of the virus. You suspected that your face probably looked similar as you noticed Padme’s matching. You needed to get them someplace safer. As you turned around, you lost your footing, suddenly feeling weak. Rex quickly caught you before you fell.

“Are you alright, General?” He asked.

“I’m not sure,” you responded. “We need to send a transmission to Anakin’s ship.”

Ahsoka handed you her handheld communicator and you set it up on the ladder. You, Ahsoka, and Padme stood in front of it.

“Anakin, Obi-Wan,” you called, “can you hear me?” 

Anakin and Obi-Wan’s forms appeared. They were sitting down in their ship. But the transmission was weak, making you unable to communicate back and forth. Ahsoka’s body slightly gave out, causing Padme to hold onto her.

“We destroyed all the battle droids inside the compound,” you said, starting to struggle with breathing. You focused on Obi-Wan’s figure as you spoke. “Naboo is safe from further contamination.” You broke out into a coughing fit. “I repeat… Naboo is safe.” Your knees gave out and Rex quickly caught you again.

“Promise me that no one will ever open this bunker,” Padme pled with Anakin. “Goodbye, Anakin. I—“ The transmission cut off as Padme began coughing.

~~~

Obi-Wan’s eyes kept running over your hologram form. The virus was clearly affecting you, yet you kept trying to hold strong. The moment he saw Rex catch you from collapsing, Obi-Wan inhaled sharply. He tried to reach out with his signature, but he was too far and you were too weak. He and Anakin needed to hurry off this planet and fast before it was too late.

~~~

You led the group to an open lab area, Everyone spread out and sat down, coughing. As you sat down, you felt the Force signature of one of the clones disappear.

“No,” you gasped. Getting up, you wearily found the clone and fell to your knees beside him. You placed your hand on his chest and closed his eyes. “I’m sorry…”

As Padme tried to help another clone, she noticed you. “What a waste,” she said.

“With all due respect, Senator,” Rex said with a sigh, “it’s what these men were born to do.”

“It doesn’t make it right,” you whispered.

“I hope that their sacrifice brings us closer to peace,” Padme said. You stood up and allowed Rex to cover the clone.

“It will, Padme,” Ahsoka said through her coughs. “You must believe that—“

“Ahsoka!” You and Padme shouted as Ahsoka collapsed, unconscious. Rex was able to catch her first.

“Everyone around me, now,” you ordered. “I have an idea. It will only give us a little more time, but it’s better than nothing.”

“What are you planning on doing, General?” Rex asked, still holding Ahsoka.

“I’m going to use the Force to push away the gas. It may take all the strength I have but I—“

“No! You could die,” Padme argued.

“It is better that I die than all of us.” You set a hand on Padme’s shoulder. “I will be okay, Padme. Trust me. Now, everyone, sit down around me.” 

They did as you told them. You sat down in the center, crossing your legs. You coughed as you closed your eyes and began meditating in the Force. The Force pushed the virus back against the walls. As you kept the virus away, you knew that you wouldn’t be able to hold back for very long. Your strength was dwindling and fast.

“Obi-Wan…” you called out in the Force, trying to disparately reach him. “Obi...”

“Hang on, little star,” his voice called back. “We’re on our way back with the root…”

“I’m sorry… for everything… please know that I… I tried… And that I… I…”

You didn’t get to finish your thought as you got swept away into the darkness.

~~~

Obi-Wan was just as anxious as Anakin was as they waited for the medical droids to extract you, Ahsoka, Padme, and the others. He had to play it off that he wasn’t though, as he couldn’t show that he had a great attachment to you. No, no, not attachment. As he and Anakin sped through space to get back to Naboo after he had lost contact with you, he realized that what he held for you was much more than a simple attachment. It was love. It was already bad enough that he had broken the Code by forming the attachment, he had gone and fallen in love with you.

As the droids exited the lab, with you and your group on stretchers, Anakin immediately ran to Padme’s side as Obi-Wan raced to yours. You were completely unconscious. Obi-Wan wrapped his signature around your weak one, pulling at it to stay with him.

“What happened down there?” He asked, mostly to himself as he took one of your hands in his.

Rex heard Obi-Wan as he was taken by. “General L/N used the Force to push away the virus,” Rex responded. “It’s probably the only reason the rest of us made it.”

Obi-Wan pressed out a smile. “Of course.” Not caring who saw at the moment, he kissed your gloved hand. “I will be with you once I’ve finished here, my dear.” 

As the medical droid began taking you to the ship again, Obi-Wan stood and let his hand slowly part from yours. Unbeknownst to him, as Ahsoka spoke with Anakin, Padme saw the whole interaction. She had a slight suspicion that you and Obi-Wan were forming feelings for each other, this was just proof of that. As she slipped into a sleepy state, she promised herself to pull you aside and talk to you about it.

~~~

Obi-Wan had to clench his fists when he arrived on the star cruiser after the clean-up and had been told that you had been transferred to your own cruiser. He had asked if this was your request, but he was told that you were still unconscious.

“Her cruiser is nearby,” Padme stated, her voice still weak. “If you hurry, you can catch it.”

“I—I don’t—“ Obi-Wan stammered. “I—“

“Go.”

Looking at Padme, Obi-Wan knew that she had somehow figured out his feelings for you. All he could get himself to do in response to her persistence was nod and hurry out of the room. He raced through the halls of the star cruiser, not caring who saw him. Once he arrived in the hangar, he jumped into his starfighter and was quickly out of there. Padme had been right, your cruiser was very close and Obi-Wan was so thankful for that. A curious Commander Crak met the General in the hangar, after noticing the General’s starfighter.

“General Kenobi,” Crak greeted. “What can we do for you?”

Obi-Wan hopped out of his starfighter. “I was told General L/N was brought here,” he said. “Is that right?”

“Yes. The General is in the medical wing. I can lead you there.”

“Thank you.” Obi-Wan followed Crak. “Do you know if she’s woken up?”

“I do not. When she arrived, they had an oxygen mask over her face.” Obi-Wan nodded. “If I know the General enough, and I believe I do sir, she will push through and be fine.”

“Yes, I simply came to check on her for the Jedi Council.” The two arrived outside of the medical wing. “Thank you for escorting me but I believe that I can handle it from here.”

“Of course, sir. Please let me know if there’s anything I can do for you or General L/N.” 

Crak bowed slightly before he walked off. Obi-Wan breathed deeply as he faced the door. Stepping forward, the sliding doors opened for him. His eyes immediately found your form lying on one of the beds as a medical droid worked over you. Your eyes were closed, making you look so peaceful. As he furthered himself into the room, Obi-Wan felt your signature wash over him. It danced with his, almost like you were happy he was here. Your head turned toward him before your eyes opened.

“Obi,” you breathed out.

“Hello, little star,” he said with a smile as he came up to your bedside. “How are you feeling?”

“Tired, but happy to be alive.”

“I’m glad to see you alive…” Obi-Wan had no control over his hand as his fingers took hold of a few of yours, “you had me extremely worried.”

Your fingers clung onto Obi-Wan’s. “I know, and I’m sorry for that.”

“Don’t apologize for doing your job. Rex told me what you did down there. That could have killed you.”

“I did what I had to. Is everyone else okay?”

“Thanks to you.” He could feel how tired you were and how your body longed to rest. “You need your sleep.”

“Will you stay?”

Obi-Wan could never say no when you asked that question. It meant you wanted him there, even if he believed it wasn’t as much as he wanted to be there.

“Of course,” he replied. He used the Force to pull a chair over and sat down. He let go of your fingers and changed so that he was holding your hand instead. “I’ll be right here.”

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Villain Or Victim, Chapter 2

Loki was watching Echo on the surveillance camera, something he’d found himself doing a lot in the last twenty-four hours since her capture. She was currently throwing another rage as Natasha had said something that triggered her. So that was another table, chair and bed that would need to be repaired.

‘I give up.’ Natasha said, exasperated as she joined the rest of the team and collapsed on the sofa next to Thor.

‘She seems fine for a while, then just snaps. What did you say to her?’ Steve asked.

‘I was just asking where she lived, if she had any family or friends we could get in touch with and she went mental.’ Natasha sighed.

‘Loki, why don’t you try speaking to her? You seem to be the only one that can keep her calm.’ Thor suggested.

‘Yeah, that might not be a bad idea. For some strange reason you’re like the Natasha to her Hulk.’ Tony said.

Loki said nothing as he rose from his seat and made his way to Echo’s cell.

‘Is that wise, sending Loki to speak to her? I’m still not convinced with him.’ Steve said cautiously.

‘He will be fine. My brother is no threat to anyone anymore.’ Thor said, patting Steve on the back.

‘Hmm.’ Steve wasn’t convinced, he wasn’t sure if he ever would fully trust Loki. Even if the rest of the team seemed to trust him now.

Loki entered the room with Echo’s cell, she looked up when she heard someone entering. Upon seeing it was Loki, she slowly walked towards the front of her cell, watching him curiously.

‘Hello, Echo.’ Loki spoke calmly. She didn’t reply though, just kept watching him.

‘I see you’ve been a naughty girl again, trashing your cell.’ He drawled and began pacing back and fore on front of the glass, hands behind his back.

Echo’s eyes widened a bit, and Loki noticed a slight tint of red to her cheeks.

‘What do you hope to gain by doing so?’ He stopped right on front of her.

Her hand twitched and her jaw clenched ever so slightly, but only for a moment, before a raise of an eyebrow from him seemed to make her forget about going into a rage that had started to brew within.

‘Are you going to answer my question?’ He asked in a firm tone.

‘I… I can’t help it.’ She whispered and wrapped her arms around herself, suddenly looking very vulnerable.

Loki tilted his head to the side. ‘How come?’

Echo began shaking a bit, but didn’t go into a rage as she continued to speak. ‘Something in my brain.’ She closed her eyes as if in pain as she put her hand up to the side of her head. ‘I can’t help it!’ She shouted and began hitting her head.

‘Stop that!’ Loki demanded. He didn’t want to see her hurting herself like that.

She did as he said and stopped, but she clenched her hands into fists and turned away from him, moving towards the back of the cell.

‘Echo. I understand you’ve been through hell. Natasha found out some of your background, that you were experimented on by SHIELD. But you were lucky enough to escape. I am just wondering where you’ve been since? And what set you off the other day in the city?’ Loki decided to stop tiptoeing around and come clean that they knew about her past.

Echo turned to face him, looking slightly horrified.

‘It’s ok, Echo. I promise, you’re not going to be in any danger here…’ He used his Seidr to briefly cut off the camera and mic so the team wouldn’t hear him. ‘I give you my word, I will look after you now.’ He said softly.

She looked like she wanted to cry, but she kept composure and looked down at the floor instead.

‘I… I escaped hell. I found an abandoned cabin in the middle of nowhere, where I wouldn’t hurt anyone. I don’t want to hurt… I just… I can’t help it.’ Her voice was shaky and she was fighting back tears. ‘I stayed there in peace, not hurting anyone. But then people came and broke in, set fire to the place, I tried not to hurt them… I really really tried.’ She looked at Loki, tears falling down her cheeks.

Loki smiled gently. ‘I know you did. It’s ok. Was it that incident that caused you to come to the city?’

‘I just… I don’t want to be alone anymore.’ Echo admitted, breaking everyone’s hearts.

‘You’re not alone anymore, Echo.’ Loki said, earning a very small smile from her in return.

The team looked at one another after listening to the conversation. Natasha even wiped a tear of her own away. She felt so sorry for her.

Loki returned to the team, he had been reluctant to leave Echo. He felt like there was more he could get from her… But he had a plan of his own forming.

‘We need to try and help her. There must be a way to fix her brain, to stop her rage.’ Natasha said.

‘We can only try our best.’ Bruce said and Tony agreed.

‘But she will need to remain in the cell. We don’t have any other option right now, for everyone’s safety. Including her own.’ Steve said.

They all agreed, as they all knew that her outbursts were going to be difficult to deal with. While they knew she had lived peacefully for years, without incident, that wasn’t the case anymore. She was easily triggered and too powerful for them to handle with ease.

‘She certainly seems to remain calm around you, Loki. Maybe you should be the main one to interact with her, then slowly introduce the rest of us with you. I think we need to build her trust more than anything.’ Wanda said.

Loki nodded in agreement to that plan. ‘It’s obvious why though, isn’t it?’

The team looked a bit confused. ‘No, it’s not.’ Thor said with a frown.

They were actually expecting him to come out with some smart reasoning, something that would make sense…

‘Because I am so devilishly handsome, of course. And she knows I’m the intelligent one.’ He smirked.

The team all rolled their eyes and face-palmed as they muttered curses at him under their breaths.

‘Don’t let your ego get too big, Loki. Or you won’t fit through the door.’ Tony sniggered.

Loki just smirked in response.

-

That night, Loki lay in bed thinking about Echo. The team wanted to try and help her, to fix her brain to stop her bursts of outrage. But he wondered how susceptible she would be to fight if they did fix her. She was an incredibly powerful being… no, weapon… right now.

‘The perfect weapon…’ Loki hummed to himself as he stared at the ceiling.

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Cook For Me

Nessian week 2022, day two: food

A/N: two in a day??? I know, I'm going fucking insane. But it's okay.

This is for @letstakethedawn, my sweet and fucking beautiful wifey. I promised fluff and fluff I delivered with a heavy sprinkle of angst, but you can't fully blame that on me. The prompt was already fucked up.

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Word count: 3,039

Nesta knew the time had come where she needed to detach herself from Cassian, actually get dressed and drive him to the airport. The problem was, she really didn’t fucking want to.

They had spent the last five days locked up in their place, only leaving late in the afternoons to go join their friends and family at the bar or at Azriel’s townhouse and come back here before midnight.

Feyre had scolded them when they’d jokingly said they planned on staying home, fucking all day, for the last remaining week Cassian had in Prythian. The very detailed description of what Nesta’s youngest sister would have done to them if they didn’t show up at least for a few hours every night had them both rolling out of bed, showering and at Rita’s twice in a row. The other four nights Cassian had promised Nesta really nasty things to convince her to go to Azriel’s and share him with the others.

They’d had a pretty emotional night the day before, when instead of riding his bike back home, Cassian had had to leave it in his brother’s garage, for him to use while he was away for a year. Nesta thought she’d never really cared for that piece of metal, but she’d found herself shedding a few tears walking all the way home. She had tried to convince everyone—herself included—that it hadn’t only been because of the bike, but her boyfriend had done a pretty good job at reminding her how Bartholomew was a huge chunk of their story.

And for the most part, that was true.

It had been there for their first meeting, just outside Nesta’s workplace were Cassian had to deliver a pizza on her very first day there. For their first date, in which Nesta had been so excited about riding it that Cassian had proposed on the spot, making her laugh and letting him know that he’d have to sweat it. All the weekends gateways they’d been on to escape their families and life when it got too hard, they’d always taken his bike, never a car. Not a single time. And Cassian argued about how they should have in the now-far October, during their fifth anniversary, when the skies had opened on them like they had done something personal to the gods. They’d gotten in a pretty bad accident, risking falling off a cliff because of a mindless driver on the other lane.

After that event, Nesta hadn’t been that adamant in riding his bike that much, but she’d never blamed his MewMew.

Lying in his bed now, her brain still mush after the four orgasms her very caring and relentless boyfriend had given her, she was trying to ignore the ache in her chest.

Her head was resting against his pec and she could hear his heart beating while he gently brushed her hair from her face with his arm circling her shoulders. One of her legs was perched on his hips and with his other hand, he was tracing lines back and forth on her thigh, sending shivers down her spine.

She was going to miss having this.

At first she’d proposed seeing each other less and less while he still was here, to make the departure less painful. Maybe getting used to not seeing him every day, just twice or once a week, would have eased them in the long distance thing more easily, but Cassian had made the most horrified face she’d ever seen him make and had called her a thousand ways of insane.

Nesta was not regretting having spent the last ten days holed up in his room, not one bit, but she did regret having had a taste of what domestic life felt like with Cassian. She regretted giving herself completely to the man who was currently about to leave for the other side of the world for twelve whole months.

“I can hear the little mouse in your brain run on his wheel like he’s on some kind of acids.”

Cassian’s voice came out gravelly, sounding a lot like the voice of someone who’d spent the last hours whispering in her ear all such of filthy things.

Nesta groaned and turned her head to his chest, pressing her face into his skin, hoping she could become a part of him and he’d be forced to take her with him. She tried to talk and the sound came out muffled.

His laugh shook her body, “Didn’t hear a single thing, sorry.”

It took immense energy to lift her head, the muscle in her neck straining to look up, but the sight of him smiling sheepishly down at her was everything she needed and more. She couldn’t keep the smile from breaking on her lips and then she huffed, blowing a strand of hair from her eyes.

“I just said,” her voice was so raspy she had to cough to free her airways. Cassian smirked, as if knowing the reason for her sore throat was him. “I just said, I don’t want you to leave.”

His smile fell a bit, turning into a sad grimace and he moved his hand up to the swell of her ass, lifting her up on his torso so that she was pressed even more onto him. His eyes darted down to her tits for a moment, but they went back to her face right away as he said, “I know, baby. I fucking hate this too.”

They stared at each other for a moment and then Cassian slapped her ass, hard, making her yelp in surprise. “Get up, babe. Gotta give you something.”

Nesta whined as he moved her off of him.

He was already out of bed when his words sunk in. She tensed starring at the ceiling.

“Cassian.”

He hummed.

“Cassian,” she repeated, trying to keep her calm. She got up on her elbows, watching as he frantically opened and closed all the drawers. This douche. “Cass, fucking christ. We’d said no goodbye gifts.”

He didn’t even glance her way as he rummaged through the only box that he hadn’t already mailed to Lunathion. “Well, sweetie, you should have known better. Ah!” He raised a hand to sky and the tiny package shone under the low light. It was sparkly and Nesta’s attention was piqued, but she was still annoyed that he’d gotten her something when they’d decided against it together.

He was smiling like a toddler on Christmas day and he trotted back to the bed, handing the small packet to her. Nesta took it reluctantly and was eyeing him weirdly. He had been the one to propose the no-gifts rule and it made her wonder what was so important that he went all the way and broke a promise of his own. It wasn’t like Cassian to back no something like this.

He smiled encouragingly, nodding to the present. “C’mon, open it!”

Nesta shook the thing, hoping to get a hint at what was inside, but Cassian smirked.

“You’re not gonna find out unless you open the damn thing, so just go with it.” He sat down next to her, placing a hand on her leg and stroking her tigh lovingly. “It took me so fucking much.”

Nesta’s eyes went wide, “You made this?”

“Why are you so surprised?” He laughed, “You haven’t even seen what it is yet, might literally be a shit cake with some mud and leaves on it.”

She shook her head, “You’re disgusting.”

Cassian shrugged, “I’m trying to make you hate me, so maybe you won’t miss me as much.”

Nesta looked at him with a frown.

“That’s the stupidest thing you’ve ever said in eight years of relationship.”

“Yeah like not living with each other on my last week here.” He fired back, looking pointedly at her.

Nesta tilted her head, smacking her lips, still turning the sparkly gift in her hands.

“Fair.”

“Just open the fucking thing, Nes.”

“So bossy.”

“That’s how you like me.”

She smiled at that and tore open the paper, being careful not to get the silver glitter all over the sheets.

Something fell on her ankle and when she looked down in between them, the smallest book she’d ever seen sat there.

The cover was a very light blue, silver and golden intricate lines decorated the spine and on the front a sinuous theatre mask had been drawn with delicate brushes. Some white flowers adorned the outline and finally, at the very bottom of the cover, written in a fine line calligraphy, there were just three words.

Cook for me.

This was definitely handmade, but Cassian couldn’t have had anything to do with the drawings and decorations. She just knew he hadn’t meant this when he’d said he’d done it himself.

“This is beautiful, Cass.” She whispered, passing the tip of her finger over the complex binding.

Nesta glanced his way and he was looking straight at her, eyeing her reaction to the gift. He wore an embarassed smile and it was so not-Cassian that she felt the impulse to open the book, feeling like that wasn’t what he’d put so much of himself into.

She delicately turned the paper and, to her surprise, his writing covered the whole page.

She only skimmed the words, wanting to see if there were more, but when she went to flick the rest of the book, his huge hand covered the book completely.

Nesta looked up at him, wondering what he was doing.

“You can’t read it right now.”

Her mouth gaped.

He laughed.

“I knew you were gonna hate me for this, but I swear it’s romantic once you have all the info.”

Nesta tried to get a glimpse of whatever was written on it, her interested in it now a thousand times stronger, but his fingers shut and she couldn’t see anything.

She breathed in through her nostrils, “What is it, then, if not a book I can read?”

Cassian scooted closer to her, wrapping his arms around her waist and hoisting them both up, leaning on the headboard a few seconds later.

Nesta loved it when he manhandled her that way.

She rested her head against his shoulders and let him took the book from her hands as they got comfortable.

He closed it and showed her the cover once more. The book looked even smaller in his hand.

When he spoke, his lips brushed against her ear and she shivered, gripping his thigh, stopping the urge to grind her ass against his crotch.

“I wrote in it every single day for the past six months. Since I got the confirmation I’d be going.” He started, “I know we can make it, I know we’ll get over this year quicker than we think, but that doesn’t mean it’ll be easy for either of us.”

Nesta nodded and turned her head just enough that their lips brushed. He closed his eyes and brought a hand to her jaw, tilting her head up so he could deepen the kiss. His tongue licked just briefly her upper lip and then he left a peck on the tip of her nose.

“You’re gonna have to read one page per day. No cheating. I’ll find out if you did. And on the first page there’s a link.”

He cracked the book open so fast Nesta gasped, clutching his wrists, stopping him from breaking the delicate needlework.

“Don’t be such a brute.” She said.

Cassian didn’t give her an ounce of attention, “I put a link here,” he passed his thumb over the letters, “I can send it to you if you don’t want to copy it letter by letter. It will lead you to a folder.”

“A folder?”

“In it there are around a hundred videos of me.” He confessed.

Nesta perched up at that and turned completely towards him, a raised brow. “Did you film yourself jerking off a hundred times for me to see you every day?”

Cassian made a shook face and mouthed to her what the fuck before closing his eyes and pinching the bridge of his nose, shaking his head. He huffed out a laugh and then with the cutest grin said, “No, babe, I did not.”

She shrugged like it was nothing, “So what are you doing in these videos?”

His cheeks turned the slightest red, “I’m cooking.”

Nesta gawked at him.

“And the notes…” he scratched the back of his head and she found it endearing that he still got this awkward around her, even after so many years. “I- They’re kinda important. Not random notes. They like tiny love letters.”

She was speechless.

He’d written her more than a hundred letters.

He’d taken the time and put the effort in something she would treasure for the rest of their lives.

Cassian took her silence as an invitation to keep talking.

“I know it’s gonna be hard for us to not be around each other all day long. And there will probably be days where we don’t hear from the other, so I wanted you to have this.”

He thrust the book towards her and Nesta glanced down at it, her sight going blur.

“I’m obviously going to try my hardest to avoid not texting you or calling you for a whole ass day, but I don’t want you not having anything from me for that long in case it happens and I couldn’t come up with something better, or I’d have-”

At this point, he was just blabbering random things, so Nesta raised her head and let him see the tears streaking down her face.

Cassian’s face scrunched up in a teary grimace too and he opened his arms wide for her to jump right into them. She sobbed into his chest, the weight of the day hitting her like a brick wall, and she let herself be lulled as he ran his hand through her hair and told her just how much he loved her.

It wasn’t until both their phones went off that they realised the time to leave for the airport had come.

Nesta got up, her head feeling like someone had poured lead into it, and wiped her cheeks, noticing only then that Cassian had been silently crying too. He smiled through the tears at her, no real happiness behind one of the things she loved the most about him, and he lifted a hand to her face, cradling her cheek kindly.

They looked each other in the eye for a beat and then they started getting ready.

She wasn’t sure how she was gonna sleep in this bedroom without him snoring softly next to her, holding her tight through the night, but she would have to manage on her own, one way or the other.

They drove to the Velaris Airport in complete silence, Cassian’s hand never leaving Nesta’s across the console and right before getting out of the car, they shared one last glance, breaking into tears once again, laughing right after for the other’s reaction.

They had promised themselves they would spend just a few minutes in front of the security controls, saying their goodbyes at home, in their bubble, but right then, holding onto each other like they were never to be met again, Nesta found it hard to let go.

Cassian was gripping her like he never had before and she jerked when he whispered in her ear. “Did you bring it with you?”

Knowing he was referring to the book, she just nodded. He didn’t need to know she’d take it everywhere she’d go from now on.

“Good, because the first letter is for when you’re alone after leaving me here. You can read it in the car.”

She didn’t care.

She didn’t wanna leave him.

Cassian’s breath trembled as he tightened his grip on her. “Babe, I…” he sniffed, “I really need to go now.”

Nesta shook her head. No.

“Yes,” he laughed humorlessly. He tried to take a step back and she followed, taking one forward. “Okay,” he murmured in her hair, “one more minute.”

So they stood there, surrounded by people running to their gates or their loved ones, waiting to get back home or start a whole new chapter of their life completely. Cassian was about to join them. Nesta would be going home by herself. And then the tragedy would begin.

They kissed under the flickering lights of the airport and finally, as they both kept on shedding tears, they parted and Nesta waited until she couldn’t see him anymore beyond the gates and only then did she walk away.

She felt as if she’d just lost a limb.

She knew that feeling wouldn’t last forever, but the wound was just being torn in her heart in the moment and she didn’t care who saw her violently sobbing, trying to contain her pain as she made her way to the parking lots.

The second she got in her car, she didn’t hesitate and took the book from her bag.

She wiped her eyes, hoping it would help with the blurring somehow, but it only got worse. So she waited for the crying to stop.

Once it became clear that she couldn’t, she cursed and opened it anyway, trying to read throw the tears.

Hey sweetheart. I know you’re crying right now, I'm sure I'll be doing the same, so don't worry. It's tearing my soul apart not being there with you right now, but remember that I love you and that I'm just a phone call away. It's only been a few minutes and I already miss you terribly. I love you. I love you. I'll call you as soon as I land.

I love you, again.

Today’s video was him cooking simple chocolate chips pancakes. Her favourite.

Nesta read it and reread it a million times, and watched the video just as much, feeling as if her lungs couldn’t get in enough air. But she realised something as she drove home.

Cassian had given her something to look forward to every day, till the day he came back to her.

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~ Happy ~ | 3

Title: Happy

Pairing: Yoongi x OT6

Warnings: Manipulation. Gaslighting. Violence? Guns. rich people have no laws. It's kind of noncon, but not that sexual? Panic attack! If I missed something, let me know

Summary: In a world where Auras can be seen, Yoongi lives a peaceful life as a broke, young adult. He attends Uni just so he can get into an internship to escape his current life. What he doesn't know is that six others are looking for him. They want him. They need him and they will have him. Forming a rainbow would give them all the power they could dream of.

“Yellows are vivid, luminous colors that usually radiate warmth and energy. Yellows and Oranges are usually very close. They share a lot of the same traits, but there are some significant differences. Yellows are seen as cheerful, happy, and optimistic. 

Even in the early 2000s, the color yellow was associated with joy, intelligence, and abundance. In the old ancient world,(Destroyed history)  yellow was the color associated with deities of knowledge and learning. Some cultures back in the day even associated the color with fertility. 

Yellows can stimulate the nervous system and activate memory. Yellows are usually great at getting people to talk and open up to them. This is seen as one of their many gifts. They are very smart individuals and they often make others feel safe around them” Professor Choi stated as he displayed a slide filled with many varieties of yellow auras. 

“Professor? Doesn’t that just create a false sense of security? Isn’t that dangerous?” A female student asked as the professor side-eyed her. He was clearly not in the mood to discuss the bad sides of the many auras. The professor even scanned the crowd of students for Jungkook. Yoongi would even go as far as to say he was relieved when the other didn’t show up to class. 

“Well, yes. It is said that in the earlier days, most people were very cautious around yellow auras. Especially the very bright ones, but it has been proven to be unnecessary. The brighter the yellow aura, the safer the person. Some dramatic people out there have claimed to feel visually fatigued if they stared too long at a Yellow, but you would get the exact same feeling if you stare at a lightbulb too long” Professor Choi said. 

“Professor. I know you don’t like talking about it, but what were the false facts about yellows? I know they were one of the many colors that came into question before the whole ‘Greens are dangerous’ time” Another student cautiously asked. This only made the professor sigh. He was reluctant, which is understood. No one wants a repeat of that time. 

“Well, if you must know, I will tell you. But, believe me, these facts are not true and never were” Professor Choi said as he took one big breath before he continued. “Yellows were believed to be egotistic people. Many believed this because of how easily people got along with Yellows. Many believed it was all a lie and that Yellows were manipulating everyone around them. Most people associated Yellows with betrayal. They were very much convinced at one point that Yellows were going to fall into madness and take over the entire system. To see if this were true, Yellows were closely observed but not one showed any signs of madness or egoism. That’s why they escaped the elimination period. Unlike Greens and Indigos, Yellows were lucky to live to see another day. If I am not mistaken, only ten Yellows total took part in the elimination.” 

To say Yoongi left the class with a sense of confusion and relief was an understatement. After Professor Choi finished his little speech, he gave an assignment on the light colors due in a week and ended the class earlier, again. Yoongi was convinced this class was taking more energy out of the professor than he expected. 

Getting out of class early meant that he could meet up with Hoseok earlier. He quickly got his phone out to ask him for the building name and to let him know that he was on his way. The younger has already been there since earlier. Unfortunately, Jungkook was there with him, if the selfie he got was anything to go by, but after this particular class, it made more sense why they seemed to spend so much time together. Jungkook was an Orange and Hoseok was a Yellow. They are practically the same. One is just happy and the other is scary as hell. 

Hoseok sent him a thumbs up along with a location. It was quite far and Yoongi would have to go by subway. He didn’t have enough cash for a taxi. Yoongi sighed as he pocketed his phone. The quicker he got to the nearest entrance, the quicker it would be over.

*** 

Yoongi hated crowds. Hate was a strong word but it did little to define just how much Yoongi despised being in a crowded area. The train he took to get to the company where he would meet Hoseok was crowded. Not unbreathable, but enough for Yoongi to have to remind himself to stay calm and just breathe. 

He could still move if he needed to, but he could also feel the heat radiating off the people next to him. The train was a horrible place once it was full. All the aura colors would blend together to create what looked like a child's artwork. Different paints splattered on a piece of paper that was supposed to be a dog or a cat. 

Some colors would create beautiful colors, but in a crowded area such as a busy train, it just created an overstimulating environment. Maybe that was why most people looked down on trains. A desperate effort to avoid an assault on your eyes. 

Perhaps that was the reason no one saw it coming. Perhaps everyone was just so busy trying to survive a train ride that no one saw the people get on the train with guns. All Yoongi knew was that one moment he was standing close to a door waiting for his stop and the next it was chaos. 

People tried to get away once the first shots were fired, but unlike in the movies, there’s nowhere to run to when you're trapped in a moving box. From an outside perspective, it looked much like a herd of sheep trapped in a box with three very hungry wolves and no way out. People lose their minds and forget all about the innocent person next to them. In the chaos, a mother was hiding behind her stroller with her baby still in the stroller. Barbaric and selfish. 

Yoongi’s anxiety was having a field day with the new development. He could feel how his throat was starting to close up. The noises were slowly fading out until only his panic remained. His heart was slowly making its way up his throat as he choked back a desperate sob. 

Yoongi closed his eyes as he slid down the door towards the floor. He tried to make himself as small as possible. There was nowhere he could go. He wasn’t safe. He should never have believed his life was finally becoming normal with possible friends and opportunities. He had such a good few days and now he would die on a fucking train. A metal box moving at an obnoxiously fast speed that would only stop when it was far too late to save anyone.

A broad body shielded the light as Yoongi felt an arm around his back. The hand that made its way to his head slowly stroked his hair as a soft voice murmured reassurances. Yoongi was being cradled against a strong broad chest of a stranger. Yoongi could not look up. He physically didn’t possess the strength to lift his head. 

“Shh, It’s okay. I’ve got you, breathe. Follow my breathing. In two three, and out there we go” The voice said as Yoongi tried to follow along. The soft blueness of the stranger's aura seemed to pulse with each breath Yoongi took, which helped him to calm down a bit. Just as he got his breathing under control a new round of gunshots went off. Yoongi felt how the stranger tensed under him. Yet, the stranger only grabbed his head and made direct eye contact. 

“Look at me. There we go. Just keep those beautiful eyes on me. You’re safe with me. I’ve got you. They won’t touch you. I won’t allow it” Yoongi could only nod as he kept his eyes on the man. He was beautiful. Almost like a movie star type of beautiful. His eyes held nothing but concern alongside a galaxy of emotions Yoongi could get lost in. Yoongi could only see the stranger's eyes along with the pulsing blue aura. Everything else was background noise. 

The train came to an abrupt halt at the next station, but Yoongi barely noticed. It was like he was in some sort of trance. Before the doors could even open completely, police officers stormed in. It was a new type of chaos, but before Yoongi couldn’t even think of panicking, the stranger gathered him in his arms and made a quick escape out of the train car. 

Yoongi didn’t protest. He just wanted to get out of there and stay in the calming bubble he was just floating in. Maybe sleep for the next month or three. He was tired, he was always tired after he had a panic attack, but this was a different type of tired. It’s almost as if he was drained of all his energy. The stranger seemed to notice this as he carried Yoongi out of the station towards a car. 

“Where were you heading, clover?” The man asked as he took a seat in the back of the car with Yoongi still in his arms. Yoongi only mumbled out the name of the company as he got a bit more comfortable. The other only chuckled as he nodded towards the driver. 

“Close your eyes, clover. You had an exciting day. Your safe with me” The stranger said as Yoongi slowly drifted off to a deep sleep. In a strange car, sitting on a stranger's lap, going who knows where. 

***

Yoongi knew something felt off. He was way too comfortable where he was lying. Even if he was comfortable, he was moving somehow. Which in itself should have been alarming. Just as he was dozing off again, everything that happened, from the train ride to the shooting and the stranger who helped him, came rushing back to him. His so-called pillow felt off as it was moving. Almost like it was breathing. He jerked away from his ‘pillow’ once he realized that he was literally sleeping on a stranger's lap. 

Yoongi scrambled to get away from the lap and the stranger. He didn’t even look up at the stranger's face as he practically fell to the ground of what now appeared to be a car. The car came to a stop and Yoongi took this opportunity to get away. He threw open the door, mumbling a half-assed apology, and ran. He had no idea where he was or how far he would have to run to get to the studio he was supposed to be, but he couldn’t care less at this stage. Once he ran around a few corners, he stopped to see where he was. 

He soon realized he had no idea as nothing looked familiar. He didn’t know this part of the city at all. Had he been kidnapped by the stranger? The stranger that helped him to calm down with the galaxy eyes and soft blue aura? He wouldn’t have tried to take Yoongi, would he? Admittedly, Yoongi knew almost nothing about Blue’s so he had no idea if they were bad people or not. The stranger seemed so good, so kind. He saved Yoongi without even knowing who he was. Perhaps Yoongi was just overreacting. Maybe the stranger was taking him to the studio? Maybe he was taking him to a hospital or a bus station. 

The ringing of his phone brought him out of his internal monologue. Once he held it in his shaky hands, he could see that it was Hoseok that was calling him. Right. He was supposed to meet him for his project. A sense of relief washed over Yoongi as he answered the phone. 

“Hello?” 

“Yoongi? Are you okay? We just heard what happened on the one subway train! Please tell me you weren’t on that train. Where are you? Should we come and get you? Hello? Are you there?” Hoseok rambled was a mix of shouting and frantic word vomiting. 

‘I’m… I’m fine. I was on that train. In that specific train car to be exact. I- I don’t know where I am. Someone took me and I ran away. It’s- it’s a long story” Yoongi said. He wasn’t going to cry. He would do that when he had time to process the day, but he refused to show that much vulnerability to someone over the phone. 

“Stay where you are. I will come and get you, could you send me a location so I can find you better? I will even drag Jungkook along for extra protection. He’s already putting on his shoes. We’ll be there soon” Hoseok said. Yoongi could hear him rustle with something on the other side as he agreed and quickly sent them his current location. He just hoped he wasn’t too far away from the studio. 

It wasn’t too long until Yoongi heard running footsteps coming towards him. To his surprise, Jungkook was the one to reach him first. The younger had an expression of concern on his face as he grabbed Yoongi to quickly look for any visible injuries. Yoongi stood frozen as the younger mumbled about it not being safe to travel alone. 

Hoseok soon also reached them. He also had a very concerned expression as he too looked for any visible injuries, although he was a bit more subtle about it. Yoongi felt guilty for making them so concerned. He knew that they had no reason to worry about him. He was still a stranger, but he wouldn’t lie to himself and say he didn’t enjoy the attention. 

“You are never traveling by train again. I won’t allow that. I would much rather come and fetch you myself than hear on the fucking news that a gang fight happened on the subway. The subway I know you had to take to get here. I refuse to call your family to let them know that you got hurt or heaven forbid, died” Hoseok declared as he paced back and forth while Jungkook still tried to find any injuries on Yoongi. He kind of reminded Yoongi of a puppy. An angry puppy. 

“I’m okay. I promise. Could we please just go? I really want to get to work on the project. I am curious and it would help distract me from what happened. I’ll deal with it later” Yoongi pleaded. He was tired and he just wanted to not think for a few hours. 

“Right, yeah. Come, the company isn’t that far. Are you okay to walk or should Jungkook give you a ride on his back?” Hoseok asked as Jungkook finally seemed to have deemed Yonngi okay enough to stand on his own. 

“I- I can walk,” Yoongi said as he gave a tentative smile to a very offended-looking Jungkook. He had no idea why Jungkook was being so… weird. In the short time he has known the younger, Junkook has been a good example of what an asshole should be. This concerned side of him was something Yoongi had never dealt with. Gosh, they haven’t even established their friendship yet. Maybe the shooting gave the younger a reality check? Or Jungkook had multiple personalities and he does a dice roll every morning to see who he would be. 

Yoongi would go with the latter. The studio, as it turns out, was just a block away from where Yoongi had ended up. The walk was brisk and quick as the three of them made their way to a room on the third floor. 

Yoongi nearly cried. The studio was beautifully designed with an entire wall filled with monitors and every type of recording equipment a producer could dream of. Yoongi could feel his fingers start to itch. He immediately knew he was where he belonged. This is his dream. This is what he is working towards. 

Jungkook quickly disappeared on a quest to find drinks as Hoseok and Yoongi got to work. Hoseok was good. His demo for his final was good. It was almost perfect, but Yoongi could immediately hear why Hoseok asked for his assistance. Something was missing. Jungkook returned with some Soju and the three of them got lost in the world of music. 

A few hours passed, and Jungkook took over one of the monitors to play games as Hoseo and Yoongi worked. They have straightened out some of the core sounds and it looked like they were close to finally finishing the demo when Hoseok suggested a break. 

Yoongi took a seat on one of the couches. He was tired. His earlier encounter on the train had drained him enough to let him fall asleep on a stranger. Then he had another panic attack once he realized he was sleeping with a stranger. Working on the music helped, but Yoongi could feel a bone-deep exhaustion settling in his bones. 

Hoseok had prompted him to tell them what happened and that further tired Yoongi out. Hoseok kept a comforting hand on Yoongi’s thigh as Yoongi leaned back against the couch. He just wanted to close his eyes for a few seconds. The comforting pats from Hoseok and the events of the day were enough to lure Yoongi into a sense of security. Yoongi fell asleep as soon as his head felt the back of the couch, narrowly missing the knock on the door, or the very familiar voice asking if he was finally down.

[vanhelsingapologist]

question, what happened with Demetria at Castle Ravenloft cause I remember awhile back something with her being kidnapped if I remember that correctly

You do remember correctly!

Massive spoilers ahead

So the first time around, Volenta had intercepted our party about halfway to Vallaki. Demetria ended up being nearly killed and then dragged away, but our barbarian (rip) saved her life by holding off Volenta’s attention. This gave us just enough time for Strahd to arrive, who absconded with Dima’s barely conscious form.

They ended up keeping her in Ravenloft to ‘heal.’ This was three days of in-game time that consisted of Strahd subtly manipulating, gaslighting, and trying to coax Tatyana out of Demetria. He’s told her that they were meant to be married, that she was killed escaping an assassination attempt, and that the positive surges of emotion she feels he uses (read: strahd’s charm) are her true feelings emerging. I think he believes the last one wholeheartedly. In the meantime, I got to play my backup, a half dusk-elf named Emilia.

Demetria returned to the party after the St. Andral Debacle, and Emilia was written out.

She’s back in Ravenloft NOW because Strahd came to the Abbey of St. Markovia to check up on Vasilka and to retrieve an old enemy that we had brought back to life. Our Bloodhunter tried to stop him and he bemusedly went to kill him for interfering.

There was some bargaining on the behalf of the party, but the Bloodhunter was defiant one last time so Strahd killed him in two turns, stating he regretted that it had to happen. We also found out that our Warlock’s children were being held captive in Ravenloft in exchange for manipulating the party to Ravenloft’s ends.

Terrified for the fate of the party, our Druid (who is also spying for Strahd) pulled Dima aside and proposed a plan to keep Strahd off the party’s back, as we’d just gotten the tome and the sunsword: go to Ravenloft. The Warlock told Dima to pretend to be falling in love with him to keep his children alive. It’s all so, so bad.

Between the two of them, they convinced Dima to go for another three days, leading to Ravenloft Imprisonment: Electric Boogaloo. Only the Druid is there too, seeing what betraying the party could potentially win them in terms of safety. So the party has like a couple days of breathing room, but Dima’s being mentally fucked with 24/7.

Currently, Strahd has succeeded on biting Demetria once and believes he’s succeeding in seducing her. He is not. Dima’s stay is drawing to a close, and Strahd has already started fucking with the party again via Rahadin, so it didn’t even work the way we wanted it to. I think he knows we have the tome, and if he does, we CANNOT pull the ‘Dima go back’ card again. We’ve used that up, and my DM will thwart us.

Also, I’ll mention that my DM is pretty much superhuman at making sure everyone has time in the spotlight. I don’t always mention everyone else’s plot lines because my writing’s already so fuck-off long, but our Warlock is super tied to Strahd, our Bloodhunter is/was VR’s second, less impressive apprentice, our Druid is the chosen of the Fanes + a double agent, and our Cleric has a big Mother Night/Lycanthrope plotline.

[sealofreconciliation]

In defense of Takumi's confession to Corrin

So. Chapter 28 of Fire Emblem Fates Conquest. More specifically, the scene at the start where Takumi talks to Corrin and says that he forgives them for what they did and still wants to befriend them.

To say that that section of the cutscene is infamous among the community would be a massive understatement, with the reasons why generally falling into the camp of “this is character assassination for Takumi, he never felt anything but extreme anger towards Corrin through the entirety of Conquest's story, why would he be willing to forgive them after they invaded Hoshido? This was clearly done just so the writers could absolve Corrin.”

Those arguments, however, come from a fundamental misunderstanding of what Takumi's going through mentally over the course of Conquest, what actually caused him to forgive Corrin, the most likely purpose for the scene's inclusion, and bad localization, and i intend to prove why with this post.

Let's take a look back at Takumi's appearances throughout Conquest:

If he's attacked by Corrin during Chapter 6, he reaffirms that he never trusted them, along with claiming that he isn't surprised or hurt by their betrayal at all, and that he'll enjoy killing them.

In Chapter 10, he shows up to lead an invasion on Nohrian land, gets defeated by Corrin and, after angering himself by blaming the destruction of Hoshido on them again and remembering Mikoto's death, gets a massive headache and a sudden boost in arrogance before running away.

During Chapter 13, he ambushes Corrin's group when they arrive at Cheve, screams at them to just shut up and die when they tell him they weren't there to get into a fight, orders his soldiers to attack, and admits near the end that his main reason for doing this is because he hopes that killing Nohrian soldiers will make his headache go away; he goes off on a rant about killing them after being beaten and runs away (2: Electric Boogaloo), causing Azura to point out that he's acting extremely out-of-character, much moreso than would be expected just because Corrin defected to Nohr, and wonders whether that's even the real Takumi anymore.

Takumi guards the Great Wall of Susanoo during Chapter 23. His battle dialogue with Corrin has him claim that he has become obsessed with the idea of killing them, to the point of no longer caring about anything in life other than taking revenge on them; this is, however, almost immediately proven false when finding out that Sakura was taken prisoner causes him to break down crying and let it slip that he was devastated by Corrin going back to Nohr and wishes they'd stayed in Hoshido, also proving that he was lying every time he claimed that their betrayal didn't bother him. His sorrow reaches enough of a boiling point for whatever was messing with his mind to be able to take full control, enveloping him in a purple aura and convincing him that he could still escape and save Hoshido if he threw himself off the wall, something that obviously doesn't work and gets him killed.

At the end of Chapter 27, Takumi shows up again, though clearly no longer as himself; he makes his entrance by trying and failing to snipe Corrin, ignores their plea for him to stop since the war is already over, is barely capable of saying anything more than “i'll kill you” over and over again, along with repeating his previous blaming of Corrin for Hoshido's destruction back in Chapter 5, and states that he doesn't need to be able to think for himself to take revenge. Azura explains that he's being possessed in the same way Garon was, starting at least from the moment he threw himself off the wall of Susanoo, that he can't possibly recover from this anymore, and that his anger and resentment have completely overtaken his mind, presumbaly due to the influence of whatever's controlling him; Corrin, blaming themselves for Takumi's current state and wracked with guilt because of it, ignores Azura's warnings and tries to get him to let go of those feelings by allowing themselves to be used as a punching bag and refusing to dodge his next shot, though still with no intention of dying and failing to keep the promise they made to Ryoma. They underestimate how much stronger the possession made him, however, and the attack shatters the Yato and nearly kills them, with their last words before passing out being to deliriously ask Takumi to hit them more if it'll make him feel better, still believing they can take his attacks.

At the start of Chapter 28, Mikoto and Ryoma's spirits show to Corrin (while they're all in what seems to be the Nohrshido version of the afterlife) that killing them did nothing to stop the possessed Takumi, with Ryoma claiming that his anger has overtaken him so much that he won't stop until he has killed every Nohrian soldier; before Corrin goes back to the world of the living to finish him off and save their friends, Ryoma reintroduces them to the real Takumi, who's also in spirit form. Takumi confirms that the version of him they've been fighting is nothing more than a corpse controlled by someone else and fueled by resentment, with his heart and soul having left that body ever since Susanoo; he also confirms that he can't personally interfere in the outside world while stuck in the afterlife, asking Corrin to destroy his body with the Yato when they go back and giving them the Fujin Yumi so they can repair the broken sword, a request Corrin promises to fulfill. Takumi thanks them, wonders how he would have felt if the two of them had been able to fight together in another life, and admits to having only been pretending to dislike them (and, as BR confirms, Azura) during Chapter 5 and actually wanting to befriend Corrin back in that chapter, apologizing for being too insecure to be honest with them. Corrin also apologizes for all the pain they caused him, but Takumi says that it's all right, since seeing them sacrifice themselves in an attempt to accept and heal his corpse's hatred, along with the heart-to-heart they just had, was enough to convince him of their good nature and cause him to forgive them for the pain they caused him; his last words to them consist of him being excited at the prospect of spending time together with them, as a true family, when they meet again in the afterlife.

Now that we're all caught up, i will respond to one of two major points against the scene:

Doesn't Takumi say that he always wanted to get closer to Corrin up until his last moments in life? Wouldn't that mean that it wasn't him witnessing and being moved by their actions after his death that caused him to change his opinion of them, but instead him secretly never taking any issue with them even while they were invading his homeland and he had no way of knowing why?

Well, yes… in the localized version of Conquest's story; here's a side-by-side comparison of the specific section of the Chapter 28 convo where Takumi claims that he wanted to be good siblings with Corrin, with the major difference between the two highlighted (sources for this are the fates chapter scripts on the fire emblem wiki for EN and fateswartable for JP, though i will be using the en script unless otherwise specified since the prose there is significantly better than the fateswartable translation and the examples i use are actually pretty faithful to the original script, with 28 and a bit of 27 being the only major fumbles):

Takumi: I always wished we could have been close, as you are with your Nohrian siblings. Right up until my last moments, I wanted so badly to call you my brother/sister. To look up to you and love you…and never allow anything to come between us. I wish I had told you that before I died. While there was still a chance… i was just so stubborn, so hurt. I couldn’t admit those feelings even to myself. For that, I am truly sorry. I’m so sorry for letting you slip away, dear brother/sister.

Takumi (JP): Kamui. The truth is, i really… i wanted to get along as siblings. I wanted to call you brother/sister. I should have said so properly when i was still me… but because of my stubbornness, i was determined not to show my true feelings… i'm sorry.

Now, is it still possible to argue that, even in JP, Takumi could be counting “still himself” as “from when he met Corrin to just before he was forced to jump off Susanoo”, with him referring to his possessed corpse as the sole instance of him not acting like himself, which would make the wording change a distinction without a difference? Yes, but said scenario is extremely unlikely and inconsistent with what the rest of the story shows and tells us; there's a consistent pattern throughout the game of Anankos needing to:

1. Get his hands on someone's corpse so he can reanimate them as either mindless mute zombies (Scarlet) or a version of themselves that has all their negative emotions in life massively exaggerated (Mikoto's sorrow at spending 15 years apart from Corrin getting turned into her trying to trick and kill them just so they can spend the rest of eternity serving Anankos together and getting all the bonding time in the world, Sumeragi's bloodlust during battle getting turned into battling and killing being his only motivation in life and something he's thoroughly obssessed with, etc…)

2. Capture them in Valla so he can brainwash them personally (Rev!Gunter and BR!Takumi)

3. Have someone who already visited Valla at least once to be feeling heavy amounts of negative emotions, at which point he can start to slowly amplify those feelings and get more control over their actions, until said feelings reach a boiling point and he gains enough control to force his victims to commit suicide and proceed with option 1 (Garon and CQ!Takumi)

And before someone brings it up, yes, it's never explicitly stated anywhere that the host needs to have both visited Valla and be feeling heavily under-the-weather for a long time for Anankos to even be able to begin messing with their head, but those are the only provable commonalities shared between all of his possessed victims in Fates (that weren't already captured or killed), commonalities that also provide a strong explanation for why he hasn't possessed more people, so i find them fair inferrences to make for the story.

Takumi first shows signs of possession at the end of Chapter 10 when he starts getting depressed and angry due to the double-whammy of both remembering Mikoto's death and getting beaten by the sibling who he feels betrayed him, which causes him to get his first headache and to, immediately after said headache, gain an unhealty amount of copium and arrogance:

Takumi: That's right! If you hadn't come back into our lives, Hoshido would still be at peace. Mother... all those innocent townspeople... they would still be alive. They wouldn't have... ARGH! NOOO!

Corrin: Takumi! What's wrong?!

Takumi: M-my head... the pain is... ARGHHH!

Corrin: Takumi!

Takumi: DON'T YOU TOUCH ME! K-keep your filthy Nohrian hands off of me!

Corrin: Takumi... please, let me help!

Takumi: Don't think this means you've won. This is only the beginning! Ryoma has already found the Rainbow Sage and received his power. You're no match for him now, even with the whole vile Nohrian army behind you! And I'm getting stronger, too! Soon I'll be unstoppable. One day you'll beg me for death, and I will happily grant you. Until then, I leave you with your guilt.

He starts acting even more aggresively and unreasonably by the start of Chapter 13, causing Azura to point out that it's extremely out-of-character for him to be so kill-happy, suspecting he'd been possessed or replaced, along with Takumi confirming that the headache from before has become a common occurence that he hopes will go away after killing Nohrian soldiers:

Azura:  ...That is not the Takumi I once knew. He's changed. Takumi never accepted me as his sister like the others, but he was always kind. He's not the type to raise his voice or threaten to hurt anyone. I can't explain it, but it's like he's a different person... He's so crazed and focused on Nohr's destruction... I can't help but wonder if that's really Takumi. 

Takumi: I'll... kill you all... Y-yes... If I kill the Nohrians... surely the pain... the pain in my head will go away...

With all of that, it's safe to claim that he fell into Valla and got out sometime before chapter 10, with the end of said chapter being the first time he felt negative enough for Anankos to start work on possessing him (based off the facts that he's acting perfectly normally prior to getting the headache, the agression he gets from it is consistent, obvious and not something he'd be able to hide, as shown by the rest of his appearances afterwards, and, if we're willing to resort to meta evidence, the theme that plays for fighting Vallite bosses also plays when fighting him in Chapters 13 and 23, but not 10, heavily implying he's either completely or mostly unnafected by Anankos up until the very end of that chapter), work that gets sped up significantly every time Corrin beats Takumi and the latter feels a sense of humiliation and frustration; the last time Takumi would have felt like himself would have been, at the latest, right before he gets his first headache at the end of chapter 10, with all of his appearances afterwards being him acting like an obsessive violent psycho due to being slowly made to hyperfocus on his negative emotions, and not something he'd be proud of or consider his true feelings.

So, no, the infamous line was never originally meant to imply that Takumi never felt any sort of anger or resentment towards Corrin through all of Conquest, only that his already-existing grudge and anger got blown massively out-of-proportion by Anankos from the end of Chapter 10 onwards, that he regrets being a dickhead towards Corrin unprovoked back in Chapter 5, and wishes he had told them that he actually wanted to befriend them during that same chapter; Takumi only forgives Corrin after he stops being possessed, is rid of all the extra anger and resentment Anankos gave him, very likely has his own heart-to-heart with Mikoto and Ryoma offscreen, both of which would encourage him to not be so harsh on Corrin (with Ryoma specifically arguing that they were still a good person and intended on fixing things after the war was over, given how he knows they disobeyed orders to spare Hinoka and saw the Yato evolve in front of him, which is a sign that it's wielder is still destined to save the world), and sees them practically commit suicide in a fruitless attempt to help him after being filled with guilt for what they think they did to him:

Corrin (JP): I'm sorry too… your resentment is my fault. I also wanted you to call me brother/sister. Once this war was over, i thought it was possible to have a good sibling relationship with you. But even so… this happened. I am truly sorry.

Takumi: No, it's already okay. You accepted my hatred and came here. That was enough. Thank you, brother/sister…

Given all the information i have laid out, i do not believe that it is a valid criticism against the scene to argue that Takumi is out-of-character for forgiving Corrin, at least in JP; the argument *is* stronger in EN, if only because it's wildly contradictory for Takumi to state that he always deeply wanted to befriend Corrin, even during his dying moments, while also having his possession start due to his feelings of resentment and anger towards them that he had long before he fell into Valla and were only amplified, not created, by Anankos. If you want to criticize that version of the sentence because it damages Takumi's character by implying that he never took any major issues with what Corrin was doing throughout CQ (including beating the shit out of him thrice over and helping in the invasion of his homeland for what he assumed were evil reasons) and scapegoating Anankos as being solely responsible for all his misgivings, or even just because it removes a lot of the emotional weight the scene had since that changes it into “i never felt any significant ill will towards my older sibling at any point in my life regardless of what they were doing to hurt me, and any time i did it was all because of my being possessed” feel free to do so; you'll get no complaints from me, though i would appreciate it if more people started spreading the info around that Takumi saying he never felt negatively towards Corrin while he was alive was the result of a mistranslation.

Now, for the second main criticism of the scene:

This was only put in the game so the writers could absolve Corrin by ass-pulling it so that even the character who disliked them at the start actually secretly wanted to be friends with them all along and forgave them for conquering his home

My main issue with this criticism is that it's baseless, bad-faith, and borne out of a lack of knowledge of Takumi's character and Corrin's motivations all in one; going from most to least important of those points:

It was inconsistent/an asspull for him to have secretly liked Corrin in Chapter 5

Even ignoring his supports and focusing only on the main stories, Takumi is consistently characterized as taking a liking to people very easily and quickly, but pretending to dislike them/not care about them because he's an insecure young man with an inferiority complex who feels like he's less useful than his siblings, causing him to to larp as a cold, calculating and unfeeling person who has no need for friends so he can make people think he's more self-assured and confident than he actually is; this is demonstrated when he gets flustered from Azura complimenting him in Chapter 10 of Birthright, despite acting like he disliked and distrusted her not 5 chapters prior, and when Izana, a stranger he barely knows, asking him to join Corrin's group as his dying wish in Chapter 10 of Revelation moves him enough to join up with them out of respect.

While i can concede that there's little set-up for this aspect of his character in Conquest itself outside of the scene it's introduced in, that's mostly just because the guy also has next to no screentime in that route where he isn't either fighting in a battle or having his negative emotions amplified, so of course it'd take the one and only instance in the whole story where him and Corrin aren't fighting and are willing to have a healthy talk with each other for that to be revealed; this isn't like the warp book in Chapter 18 of BR, which is an actual asspull because it has no set-up or foreshadowing to speak of anywhere else in the game and is brought up out-of-nowhere in order to solve a massive dillema in the story (that being whether Corrin's willing to backtrack to the Rainbow Sage for more power but exponentially increase the danger and risk they'd go through in the process), but a consistent part of Takumi's characterization that's both pivotal to his character arc in Birthright and made clear in every route where he doesn't spend 90% of his screentime as an enemy who wants nothing more than to kill Corrin and refuses to entertain a friendly convo with them until after he dies and gets to chill in the afterlife for a while. I can see a decent argument being made for it being inconsistent in the EN version of Conquest, if only because it's very hard to buy that Takumi would have continued feeling mostly positive feelings towards Corrin even in the middle of the war, but anyone who tries to say that it's still a character assassination for Takumi to say in JP that he wanted to befriend Corrin back in Chapter 5, when they did nothing to him and he was just acting tough and uncaring to try and intidimate them, genuinely doesn't know the first thing about him as a character.

It's inconsistent for Takumi to forgive Corrin for conquering Hoshido

What i find interesting about this argument is that people who use it have this weird belief that Takumi (and, very often, the rest of the Hoshidan siblings) would always lay a significant amount of blame on Hoshido being conquered on Corrin no matter what the circumstances, if not that Corrin is genuinely mostly to blame for Hoshido getting invaded; most of those complaints come back to people believing that it doesn't make sense for Corrin to choose to help in the invasion of Hoshido in the first place because they supposedly had more peaceful and reasonable options that'd have accomplished the same thing with less bloodshed, meaning that their participation in it was a huge mistake, they were both stupid for accepting it and morally in the wrong for doing so, and the Hoshidan characters should think the same.

The debunks for those arguments are extensive enough to warrant their own post, let alone a quarter of an otherwise-unrelated one, which is exactly what happened; someone on reddit made an excellent analysis recently compiling said debunks, along with in-depth explanations for why it makes perfect sense for Corrin to go along with the invasion character and logic-wise, but even skipping over most of the explanations of both that post and my Conquest Part 3 response where i went into some detail on why the Hoshidan sibs don't blame Corrin for their participation in the invasion (except for Takumi because i managed to miss his last two lines of dialogue where he explicitly forgives Corrin in both versions of the script, and even if i hadn't, i didn't understand his reasoning for forgiving Corrin until recently and would have probably just made a stupid defense for the scene anyway because i was much worse at this schtick back then, but it doesn't matter that much when this entire post has just been a poorly-disguised CQ!Takumi character analysis) on the grounds of it derailing an already-long analysis and going with the basic fact that i hope no one will try and dispute of “Corrin didn't start the invasion, they only helped one side win it more easily”, i have a question for the people who think it's bad writing for Takumi to ever forgive Corrin for helping conquer Hoshido, no matter the context: why would he (and the other Hoshido sibs for that matter) blame Corrin for the invasion instead of directing the vast majority of that resentment towards Garon, especially after he's had time to think about what happened clearly and is fully aware of the context and reasoning behind their participation?

Why would Takumi, after dying and being rid of his excess anger and resentment; very likely being told by Ryoma that Corrin hadn't joined the invasion in order to conquer Hoshido but to free the country after it inevitably lost the war against the overwhelmingly-superior Nohrian army, even going as far as to risk their own life by sparing Hoshidan soldiers (including Hinoka and Sakura) if and when they could, with Ryoma himself only dying because Garon gave them a direct order to kill him; seeing Corrin offer themselves up as a punching bag for possessed!Takumi to beat the shit out of due to how stricken by grief they were over the thought that they caused him to end up in that state, nearly getting themselves killed in the process; AND having a chat with Corrin where the two of them finally confess their true thoughts and apologize for the pain they caused each other; hold any significant resentment against Corrin? Why would he, after thinking things through calmly and objectively (which he would have had plenty of time to do in the afterlife), blame someone for their part in an invasion he knows they only joined because they had no choice on the matter and were actively trying to minimize the damage that would happen during the conquest to the best of their capabilities, especially when he knows that, had Corrin not joined, hundreds more would have died, including his sisters, while Hoshido lost the war anyway because they're hopelessly out-matched regardless of Corrin being a commander for a small portion of Nohr's army or not, especially when the one actually responsible for starting and carrying through that mess is a much easier and more logical target for his frustrations, and especially when the person forced to participate in the takeover is someone he cared dearly for, had a falling out with, then went right back to holding deep affections for once he found out he was wrong in his judgement of them?

Sorry that this derailed into a bit of a defense for CQ!Corrin, but it'd be near-impossible to respond to that criticism properly without bringing that topic up. TL;DR it's completely in-character and logical for Takumi (and the Hoshidan sibs) to forgive Corrin, mostly because he's aware they had no real agency or choice in joining given their circumstances, made a significant and good difference in a war Hoshido couldn't possibly win by saving a bunch of people in the process, Garon is right there and is much more at fault for Nohr winning the war than Corrin ever was, and he still has an emotional connection and bias towards them.

The scene was only put into the game to absolve Corrin

Or it could have been put into the game to keep to the throughline of Birthright and Conquest's stories paralleling each other at multiple points (two of the royal siblings die near the end; the Yato gets halfway-done evolving after Corrin deepens their bonds with two of the allied legendary-weapon-wielding royal siblings; Takumi falls into Valla and gets brainwashed by Anankos; and most importantly for this argument, Corrin takes a hit strong enough to destroy the Yato and nearly kill them in the final chapter, ends up in the afterlife, has a heart-to-heart with the Nohrian/Hoshidan siblings that died during the route and, with help from them, restores and improves the Yato so that they can go back to the world of the living and save their friends); or to give CQ!Takumi a proper resolution to his character conflict by having him finally get over his insecurities and need to appear strong at all times and ask Corrin for help with a problem he can't solve on his own, telling them what his true feelings were and how he wishes he had confessed when the two of them were still alive and on the same side, and have his sadness due to Corrin's betrayal mended after he sees them sacrifice themselves to try and save him, apologize for the pain they caused him, and admit to hoping that the two of them could have mended their relationship after the war was over; or to reaffirm Corrin's will to see their choice through to the end by having the talk cause them to admit that Takumi died because of them and the path they chose, but that they'll redeem themselves for that and their other sins by fulfilling their promise to him and getting rid of whatever's possessing his corpse, along with working to bring peace to the world (in JP; they put the blame for his death entirely on Anankos in EN, which is a really weird choice to me but whatever):

Corrin: The true owner of the Fuujin bow… is dead because of us! That is the price I paid for choosing this path, but I will redeem myself! By defeating you, I’ll fulfill my promise to that precious person! Takumi… I’m late, but this time i'm sure… I can save you and the whole world!

Now, i'm not trying to argue that it's impossible for the devs to have put that scene in solely for pandering, but given how all the arguments i laid out have significantly stronger and more supporting evidence for them and can be interpreted solely by analyzing the text instead of baselessly assuming author intent, i am arguing that it's an incredibly weak and unlikely point that relies on interpreting the convo with heavy dosages of bad-faith while also ignoring other, significantly more logical, well-supported and consistent explanations for it's purpose in the story; it's never going to be something i'll be able to completely disprove, mostly because that's the most subjective criticism of the scene i've seen so far and the writers haven't dedicated a section of an interview to explaining their intentions when writing that scene, but i hope i was able to at least convince those who do believe that to look at that moment in a different light.

In summary: that scene isn't good; it's great, and an example of very strong writing in Conquest's main story, due to giving some much-needed depth and resolution to one of the main antagonists of the route while also giving the main protagonist closure, making them accept the consequences of their actions, and bolstering their will to keep fighting until they've reached their goal and atoned for their sins. It's rep gets dragged down by a mistranslated line and the fandom's usual misunderstandings of CQ's story and characters, but on it's own, it's a damn fine scene that heavily improves both Takumi and Corrin's characters.

[camels-pen]

had a dream about randomly waking up and being Conner and M'gann's future kid or smth with absolutely no clue as to how i got there and now i'm thinking of a dp yj crossover with Danny being their kid and ending up in the same scenario.

like, he has enhanced strength and has a lot of powers similar to a martian, so this could actually work p good.

Okay, i see this as going one of two ways:

Danny is actually their kid, but Danny's memories of his past life (DP canon) catch up with him and mess with the memories of his current life.

Danny is not their kid, he has no idea how he got here and why these people insist he's their son. He's half-convinced this is one of Vlad's schemes and/or that they're kidnappers. (I'm leaning more towards this one)

Either way there would probably be a lot of Danny freaking out and trying to run away as soon as he could. This includes, of course, a panicked use of his powers, which surprises Conner and M'gann enough for him to escape.

At this point, he'd try to make his way to Amity Park and either find that it doesn't exist, was completely destroyed, or there's no evidence of ghost attacks/the Fentons/Sam and Tucker/anyone Danny might recognize.

Danny... has a bit of a rough time.

Regardless of which option I choose ('actually their kid' vs 'not their kid'), the reason things are different in Amity is because this is years in the future and also a different universe. It's probably Clockwork's fault tbh.

Danny doesn't know he's in an alternate universe so he kinda just, yknow, gets real sad and falls asleep in the park or something.

Conner and M'gann get some help and track him down. They're pretty heart broken to find their little boy sleeping on a bench with clear tear tracks on his cheek. They take him back to the bioship and discuss how to talk to him when he wakes up and how to help him with his 'new powers'.

When Danny wakes up in Conner and M'gann's house, he's much more resigned and quieter than before. Kinda listless too.

He doesn't know where he is, FentonWorks was destroyed/doesn't exist so he can't go into the Ghost Zone and ask Clockwork for help, and Vlad hasn't shown his face so he's just... stuck with these people.

there'll probably be a meeting with Dinah or something after a while of Danny showing the same behaviour and eventually, maybe, perhaps everyone will figure out Danny's from an alternate universe, but for reasons I haven't determined yet, he can't go back.

Eventually Danny will realize that Conner and M'gann aren't so bad, especially compared to his real parents, and will start to warm up to them. Maybe there will be a key moment when he actually seeks out one or both of them for comfort that cements them as trustworthy adults, at the very least.

then blah blah fluff blah blah angst blah blah story and Danny warms up to them a lot more and starts thinking of them as an uncle and aunt in his head (ignoring the fact that they act more like parents than Jack and Maddie ever had)

THEN there's gonna be this big incident where every hero available is asked to help out, including Conner and M'gann, and Danny is staying with uhh, Lucas Carr or one of C&M's other friends.

Danny sneaks out to go help, obviously, and Conner and M'gann are Not Happy and trying to send him back home, but oops too late, no one can leave now because The Incident has become much Much worse and will probably destroy the Earth if they don't stop it soon.

At one point, The Incident makes a portal into the Ghost Zone, a portal that's within eyesight to Clockwork's lair, a portal that Danny could easily fly into and go home, but that would mean leaving before The Incident was resolved and he couldn't do that. He also couldn't leave without saying goodbye.

So he stays, and he fights, and he does everything he can to help.

And then

The heroes are down. Many are injured or out cold. No one is unscathed. There are only a handful of people left standing, including Danny, Conner, and M'gann.

They won't be able to resolve The Incident with just the handful of people awake and able to move. But Danny has an idea. A very very bad idea.

He looks at the portal, allows a brief moment of mourning, and then absorbs the energy of the portal into himself, literally channeling the energy of the Ghost Zone through himself, to make a huge beam or ecto-construct or massive blast of ghost ice to resolve The Incident.

The downsides to doing this is how absolutely drained he feels afterward. Oh, and by using up the portal's energy Danny caused the portal, possibly his only way home, to close.

Conner, as the strongest dude still awake and moving, watches over The Resolved Incident, and M'gann holds Danny as he mourns his home.

[i-am-church-the-cat]

KP Episode 9

So. Yeah that happened

Honestly I was freaking the fuck out the entire time. So much shit happened and if I have to wait a fucking week to find out what happens next, I deserve to rant about it goddammit. 

Starting with: Porsche guarding Tawan the whole time. Ngl I thought this made sense for two reasons. The first being that at the beginning of the episode, Porsche is the person Kinn trusts the most and who he trusts to have his emotional interests in mind. He already knows Big might go off the wall, he doesn’t know what the other guards will do. He knows Porsche loves him and will do what Kinn wants with Tawan whether he likes it or not because they just talked about how Tawan affected and continues to affect Kinn.  Secondly, I think that Kinn is trying very hard to take his emotions out of this situation. By leaving Porsche and Tawan in the same room, it’s sectioning off the two people with the biggest impact to his emotional state. Idk this just made sense to me from a “fuck, I need to control things” standpoint. 

Secondly, the scene with Kim was, maybe not placed the best, but super important in my opinion to tell us where Che stands in regards to Kim. I think the writers want us to know that Kim didn’t just kiss Che when he said he liked him to continue to use him or anything, but he’s actually falling as well. It might not have been necessary, per se, but in my opinion it did set the feelings up well. 

While we’re on the topic, Che confessing??? That was all I needed. Honestly, did not give a fuck about anything else that went on in the episode after that scene. And I think it really proves that Che is the only one who currently owns a braincell 😂. I don’t know what’s going to happen there yet but I their relationship is definitely progressing.  (Also side note: I hoped that them releasing the Chay and Kim character study would mean a breakthrough in their relationship this episode and man I love being right.) 

Continuing with my personal favorite part of the episode: VEGASPETE AT THE TEMPLE???????? I have so many fucking thoughts.  1) Macau showing up, insisting Pete join them, and then falling asleep during the sermon? Between this and the apology to Porsche in the seventh episode, I am convinced that Vegas is making him be his wingman when it comes to seducing bodyguards 😂. 2) I don’t know if anyone else felt this way, but the “we’ll see each other in the next life” and the hand on the back made me feel like Vegas was trying to say that Pete couldn’t escape him? It seems contradictory because Pete was the one following Vegas and as far as we know, Vegas has no reason to be this possessive over Pete. But their interactions so far have always been leading Pete somewhere and/or physically taking control of him (ie the hallway scene and when he and Macau are pulling Pete into the temple). It feels like he’s trying to establish a dominance over Pete which leads me to  3) Pete when he’s dumping the water out. I haven’t seen anybody talking about this but that moment was the most evidence for Pete being attracted to Vegas in my opinion. The way he pauses and has to physically reset- Vegas is affecting him and we can see it happening. I’m a strong believer of the “Vegas and Pete are equally fucked up” train so this stood out to me a lot. 

Another thing that stood out to me a lot is Pete’s incompetence. Because he’s not incompetent. He’s the head of Tankhun’s detail, he was chosen for the casino and the minor family mission, Kinn specifically told him he was the only one he trusted to follow Vegas. But as Pete’s pointed out, every time he’s been meant to spy on Vegas, it hasn’t turned out well. Vegas caught them in the car, Vegas got Porsche alone and tried to kiss him, and now, Vegas not only found out Pete was following him, but trapped him, put him in a situation he had no control over, and then escaped. Vegas messes with Pete so much that even though he has to be a very experienced bodyguard, he just does so bad on missions that involve Vegas. And that makes me really nervous about what’s going to happen next episode when he sneaks into the minor family house. 

Moving away from VegasPete, I want to take some defensive stances for the sake of My Boys. Firstly, Porsche talking to Vegas. In my opinion, the only reason Porsche would be wary of Vegas is because Porsche knows Vegas is attracted to him. He’s not trying to encourage that. But, speaking from personal experience, when you’re feeling alone, you’ll ignore the fact that someone has ulterior motives just to interact with someone who’s nice to you. Vegas is a fucking good manipulator. Whether he and Tawan planned this together or not, he knew that Tawan being there would make Porsche feel distant from Kinn and he would capitalize on that. And he will say whatever he thinks Porsche wants to hear to try and get him to trust him.  In that same vein, Tawan is a master manipulator. He’s manipulated Kinn before and he cannot be trusted. We know that, Big knows that, Tankhun knows that. I think even Kinn knows that. So even if he doesn’t have a plan with Porsche (which I honestly think he does), I’m not mad at him. Kinn is so scared of being manipulated again that he will overcorrect just to protect himself and his family. I don’t think he’s trusting Tawan over Porsche. I think he’s trapped himself inside his own head. Which is why the meetings between him, Tankhun, and his father are so important. He needs an outsider point of view to make sure he’s not making a mistake.  (And I do appreciate Korn trying not to pass judgement in the meeting about Porsche. He knows his judgement will sway Kinn a lot, and whether he thinks Porsche is innocent or not, he needs Kinn to be able to make that decision. Not only for Kinn’s own emotional health but because it’s a necessary skill when it comes to being a mafia boss. I could do a whole rant on Korn’s motivations but yeah, that stood out to me.) 

My final thoughts: Tawan.  I fucking love him. He’s so fucking funny. I want to punch him in the face and watch Porsche beat him to a bloody pulp but taking his towel off with Kinn in the bathroom? Putting his full face in Kinn’s crotch? He’s a fucking bastard but his attempts to seduce and mess with Kinn are hilarious to me. And maybe that’s because I have complete belief that Kinn does not care one bit for Tawan sexually (literally who would when they’re dating Porsche Pachara Kittisawasd) but yeah. It’s stupid and funny as hell and I can’t wait to see it blow up in his face. 

Anyway yeah. That was my longass breakdown of episode 9. I’m definitely going to be writing fan fiction to cope so look out for that if you want. And please tell me your thoughts on this episode/any of the ships because I love HEALTHY debate on this kind of stuff. Don’t be an asshole, I’ll just ignore you.