#and you’re telling me he was the mastermind behind everything??

[jancysmixtape]

I keep saying this, but I’m going to say it again:

I don’t understand how people can watch the scene of Laurel gr00m1ng Tyler and still think he’s the abusive villain. He had no control over what he was doing, he had to listen to his master and can’t control the Hyde himself. He was just a neglected teenager who only wanted to know about his mother. His father would never spend time with him, and Laurel was the only person to take him seriously, so of course he was going to get closer to her. That’s what gr00m3rs do. He was injected with chemicals, was physically and mentally ab*sed. None of what happened was his fault.

[distortionbobble]

Royal Flowers Chapter 11

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pairing: anakin skywalker x f!reader

series summary: A long, long, time ago, in a galaxy far, far away, a certain Jedi by the name of Anakin Skywalker meets you, the current Queen of Naboo and adopted cousin of Padme Amidala, and is tasked with protecting you by pretending to marry you. As a spy, you’ve infiltrated the Separatist ranks and are close to finding out the mastermind behind all of it. The fate of the galaxy is in your hands.

warnings: minors dni. but it's finally time for some fucking SMUT!! piv, a little bit of dress-tearing, a teensy bit of mutual masturbation, grinding, fingering, somewhat of a fuck-or-die situation if you squint, kind of a little soft

a/n: did y’all miss our boy? i missed our boy.

Anakin slips back into the party wordlessly. There’s too much to think about. He finds you almost instantly, his feet taking him to you on instinct as though there’s some sort of magnetic link between the two of you. His hands rest at your hips as you speak to one of the senators, while his lips press into your temple. You’re quick to dismiss the Senator, feigning the excuse of a headache as you slip your hand into Anakin’s and stride out of the banquet hall. 

“What is it?” You ask him in a soft murmur, not wanting to be heard by unfriendly ears. 

“Not here,” Anakin responds, squeezing your hand softly. He can’t find it in him to let go of your hand, and every time he thinks to, it’s like his muscles only fight his mind, gripping your hand tighter. The parts he tamped down for so long, that possessive ugly side of him that he thought he’d finally outgrown thanks to you, makes its way to the forefront of his mind. You don’t even want him, you see him as just a friend, but Maker, there’s something carnal inside Anakin that wants to claim you as his. He wants to sink his teeth into your neck and leave bruises that won’t fade. You’d be his, and not just for show— no, he wants you to know that you’re his too. 

The thoughts in his head make him feel sick; it goes against everything he’s stood for, all his life. He wants to raze the world to the ground, all for you. And if you reject him, he wants to burn the ashes. But Anakin knows it’s wrong. He knows he shouldn’t feel like this. The both of you have a friendship that is still fragile— it took so long to build it to what it is now. There’s trust, but it wasn’t always there. These thoughts aren’t him. Anakin’s distinctly aware that it’s an amplification of all those desires he repressed, but it’s amplified for a reason. His oath to the dark side is already eating at his soul, parasitic and corrosive. 

He needs to tell you what happened. 

“Anakin, are you okay? You feel feverishly warm,” you say, but Anakin only holds your hand tighter and walks faster, practically dragging you all the way to your shared room, slamming the door shut before he lets go of your hand. It’s so incredibly difficult to be around you right now, because every desire that he repressed for months around you is now clawing through his chest, unfiltered, unabashed. He wants you, and his soul is screaming at him to just give in. It’s the influence of the Dark Side, his inability to suppress his urges. 

“It’s Chancellor Palpatine,” Anakin says through gritted teeth. He’s starting to feel genuine pain now. Years and years of Jedi conditioning being split down his body, every memory of anger and hatred and desire and love all coursing through his body, his nerves, setting his skin alight and stealing the breath from his lungs. 

“What do you mean? Anakin, you look sick,” you say, reaching up to his forehead to touch his skin before he swats your hand away. 

“He’s Darth Sidious,” he responds, not bothering to respond to your concern. He’s locked in on you now, predatorial. His heart’s out of control, beating wildly as control and desire war within him. 

“Anakin, please, you need to explain more. You’re scaring me,” you say, watching him cautiously. He looks a mess. He hadn’t looked this disheveled, strands of his hair plastered to his forehead with sweat when you left for the ball. And that look in his eyes, that look of something wild that sets your own heart racing. 

Anakin closes his eyes. He needs to get himself under control. He knows how to, doesn’t he? All that Jedi training, but that’s not the problem. The problem is he wants you. So bad he can taste it. He wants to run his tongue up the length of your body, feel every inch of your skin with his tongue. 

Forget that. Clear your mind, he reminds himself. 

“When we were out there, I told Palpatine—Sidious— about the nightmares I’ve been having. Nightmares about you dying. He began to tell me about Sith legends, about a Lord that could control death itself. He, he offered me the power to save you—“ 

“Anakin, I’ve told you this before, that’s not what I want—“

“Let me speak,” he snarls at you. He’s sure if he looked at you, he’d see the hurt on your face. But he can’t coddle you right now. His body’s on fucking fire. “I swore his fealty to him, to the dark side, because I thought it was knowledge I, we, could use. But it came at a price.” 

“Oh, Anakin,” you whisper, your voice pained. “I never wanted this for you. Never intended for you to get caught up as a spy.” 

“Well it doesn’t fucking matter what you wanted for me now, does it?” Anakin snaps, opening his eyes to glare at you. A mistake. His anger is quickly overtaken by desire, starved and depraved. He knows his Force signature is spiking, and he’s too stretched thin to pull it together. Distantly, Anakin recognizes the threat that exists now; if he represses his desire for you, allows it to build and build and build before it shatters, Palpatine will know something’s wrong. 

“Anakin, please,” You plead with him quietly. “Please, just tell me how I can help.”  

“I need you,” Anakin says. The words slip out of his mouth before he can catch them, like sand falling from his fingers, something ugly and carnal. You blink in stunned silence, and he forces himself to think of some possible explanation. “It’s the Dark Side. Sidious thinks I wanted you enough to turn to the Dark Side, which means that the Force is now influencing me to mimic that amount of desire.”

A lie, Anakin knows. There’s no amount of Force that could plant a desire in him that wasn’t already truly there. But it’s a little white lie that won’t hurt you, right? What’s the difference if he actually wants you or if it’s just the Force if either way, if he doesn’t have you, his cover will be blown? 

“And it’s— it’s hurting you?” You ask him quietly, thoughts running through your head that he can’t quite place. Anakin just closes his eyes and nods in shame. “Then take me,” you say, quiet but assured. 

“I can’t let you do that,” he argues with you, but his resolve is slipping. He needs to get away from you. The part of Anakin that was raised a Jedi is urging him to run, to get away from you just to protect you. The part of him that he’s been fighting his whole life wants to tear your clothes off and fucking devour you. 

You hesitate before him, battling your thoughts before something takes over you and you’re grabbing the front of his suit, lips meeting aggressively as you press yourself close to him. His cock throbs as your lips move against his, teeth and tongue tangling messily as you attempt to undress him. He walks you backwards into the wall, hands finding your ass to hoist you up and allow you to wrap your legs around his torso. Anakin grinds against your center desperately, seeking some sort of movement as you kiss him sloppily. A groan sits in his throat when your hand tangles itself in his hair, pushing his mouth closer to yours. 

He parts his mouth from yours, moving to your neck to drag his teeth down lazily along your artery. Anakin’s hips keep rocking against yours, that familiar ache driving him entirely as he paws roughly at your body.

Maker, it feels good, your body so close to him like this. But it’s not enough. He can still feel the layers of clothing between you, and it’s like he’s not even aware of what he’s doing when his hands tear the seam at the front of your dress like it’s paper.  

“Sorry, princess,” Anakin laughs as your tits spill out, turning around to toss you on the bed before his mouth finds your nipples, the warmth of his mouth making you arch almost involuntarily into his mouth as he settles himself between your thighs again, dropping his hips in between your spread thighs as he desperately seeks that sweet pressure on his aching cock. “I’ll get you a new one,” he murmurs, dragging his tongue against the skin of your breasts. His hands accompany his mouth— squeezing, pinching, playing with them until you’re dripping and aching for him. 

“Maker, you’ve got such nice tits, huh, princess?” Anakin asks you, sitting up to throw his suit jacket off and tug his shirt off. He doesn’t bother with fully taking his trousers off, only managing to unbutton and tug them down to his mid thighs before his desperation forces him back between your thighs. His hands tug your skirt up to expose your soaked panties, grinding his still-clothed length against them as he mouths at your neck. His hands are roaming all over your body desperately before one hand settles at your ass, squeezing as he rocks against you.   

“Anakin, I need you,” You moan, your hands running down the expanse of his back to press him closer to you. Your nails are leaving little crescent-shaped indents in his back with every rock of his hips against yours, and it’s making him go fucking crazy. 

“Sucking on your tits got you this worked up, princess?” He asks you teasingly, biting your lip. His hand strays to your cunt, tugging the fabric to the side before his fingers collect the slick that’s gathered there. He thumbs at your clit, moving in slow, gentle circles until he finds the spot that makes your body twitch under his ministrations, grinning against your lips as he plays with the bundle of nerves. He waits until you’re panting and moaning before easing one finger, then a second, into your tight, slick hole. 

“Oh, baby,” he moans, pulling away from your neck to watch his fingers fuck your cunt. “Maker, you should see this, your filthy little hole taking my fingers so fuckin’ well, pretty thing.” 

“Anakin,” you moan, your own hand straying to his cock and wrapping your hand around his shaft. Your hand matches the rhythm of his fingers in your cunt, making him drop his head to the pillow as all thoughts flee him except the feeling of your pussy and your hand wrapped around his cock. “Want you inside me so bad,” you whimper, stroking him lazily before reaching to squeeze and tug at his balls. 

“Can’t say no to that pretty voice of yours, princess, not when you ask me so nicely,” He says, pulling your panties off from your thighs, down to your calves, where he presses a soft kiss to the inside of your ankles before tugging the cloth off entirely. You’re still donning the remnants of your shredded dress, but you’re too dizzy with lust to care. 

Anakin settles between your legs again, sliding his hands under your thighs to gently manipulate you upwards. His bare cock slides through your slick folds, the head catching on your clit and making you groan in unrestrained want. You reach out to grab his body, dizzy with desire, dragging your hand down his abdomen to angle his cock right towards your aching hole. 

He hums with barely-restrained want when his tip is fit into your slick entrance, shallowly thrusting the fat head in and out while you adjust. “Feels like I belong in here,” Anakin grunts, slowly easing the rest of his length into you. “Taking me so well, princess. Maybe I should’ve done this earlier.” 

You laugh almost deliriously in response, pulling him down to your level to kiss his mouth fiercely. It’s messy, lips and tongues melding together imperfectly as he drives his hips into you. His voice shapes itself into your name, moaning breathlessly as he finds sweet relief in you. 

“Why’d you have to feel so fucking good, huh? Makin’ me feel like switching to the Dark Side was worth it,” Anakin groans. His hips drive into yours sharply, the tip of his cock hitting your g-spot with each move. He finds a rhythm with ease, sinking deep into you with each stroke of his body. 

“Anakin,” you babble, unable to string together a coherent sentence as your body takes it all in — the heat and pressure of his body on yours, his hands roaming up your body, the feeling of him inside you, so deep that your pelvis is flush against his. You can feel your slick dripping to your inner thighs, to his balls, making a mess of it all. Worth it.

“What was that, princess?” He laughs at your fucked-out face, pressing a kiss to your temple. You can feel him smiling against your skin, rocking his body into yours, hear the smack, smack, smack of his hips against yours. 

You clench around him as you feel yourself near your climax, and Anakin groans, but his rhythm remains unfaltering, relentless in his pursuit of pleasure— both yours and his. He thumbs at your clit, pushing you over the edge as an orgasm spreads across your body. Pulsing warmth spreads from your cunt, drowning you in waves of pleasure as your vision whites out at the edges. Anakin’s only barely able to pull himself out of your tight heat, painting your stomach with his cum. 

He finds himself laying down by your side, basking in the afterglow with you. It seems to him that there’s altogether too much to say, so he’ll say nothing at all. He finds himself running his thumb over your cheekbones gently as you blink sleepily at him, finds his heart leaping out of his chest when you cradle his jaw with your hand. He’d like to think that means something, wants it to mean something so desperately. And when he leans in to kiss your hair, his mouth says the things his voice will not, his lips moving almost imperceptibly against your skin. 

I love you.

He hopes you know it, somehow.

[hahskeleton]

Goodbye Sundrop

First drabble for my Sun Before Solar AU!! :D

Word count: 1,895

Read time: ~7-10 minutes (depends on your reading speed)

Content warnings: Agonized yelling, crying, robotic blood, choking, abuse, death,

Writer’s note: This drabble is a little explanation for my Sun Before Solar au and shows exactly how Sun went and Solar stayed. If you are severely upset over any of the content of warnings, please don’t read this (there isn’t a whole lot of some stuff above). Also, if I’ve made any grammar mistakes, please tell me!! I’m running off a shot of espresso and an hour of sleep whilst writing this sooooo-

Moon bursted into his home shortly followed by Solar, who quickly trailed behind him, saying as little as possible. Moon was heard grumbling angry sentence fragments about Ruin and how much he hated him. It was a little wild considering for months, nobody but Eclipse had suspected Ruin to be the mastermind behind all the hype and excitement.

As the two animatronics rushed through the house to the room where Sun and Ruin were, Moon’s speed became more rapid, only to thrust open the door and find Sun standing in the corner as far away from Ruin as he could get.

“Moon!” He gasped, relaxing a bit as Ruin shifted in the bed he sat on.

“Sun, are you okay? Solar and I came as soon as-”

“Ah, yes, Solar.” Ruin interrupted, crossing his legs slowly as if to intimidate them. Moon looked back at the eclipse-themed bot and shrugged, his monotone expression shaking lightly, unbeknownst to what Ruin had planned. “You know, you should be gone right about now.” Ruin gave a sly smirk, closing his eyes like he was worry free, though he was far from that.

“What?” Solar rung in, taking a heavy step further into the room.

“You should really be thanking me that you’re still here.” The mixed animatronic swiftly raised from the bed to properly face the three family members, grinning widely at them all.

Solar scoffed, “What on earth would I want to thank you for? You’ve caused nothing but trouble!” In the corner, Sun clung helplessly to Moon’s arm, utterly afraid of what Ruin might try to do.

“Why, because you’re alive! Why else?”

“Why do you keep saying that?!” Moon yelled furiously, clenching his fists aggressively.

Ruin giggled like a child, walking over to the window that stretched from ceiling to floor, “Because, dear Moon, if it weren’t for a little messing around I had done, you dear friend Solar, here, would be gone! Dead! In the afterlife!”

Moon looked surprised over to Solar, who’s expression was just as shocked as his and Sun’s. When nobody reacted verbally to whatever Ruin was getting at, he decided to elaborate and make things clearer, just for his entertainment.

“You see, the way this universe works is… different. Now, a little while ago, with the way everything is set up, Solar would have died. But then I realized something that could be beneficial to me!” Ruin rambled, the mention of him killing off his family made Moon’s blood boil. If he had blood, that was.

“I decided, why let Solar die, when there’s Sun?”

Moon’s head flashed immediately to his brother, who had gone almost white at Ruin’s words. Sun shook uncontrollably, tearing up with black oil-like teardrops in the corner of his eyes. “M-Moon…”

Ruin snapped at Sun, “I’m not finished talking!” He barked, standing up straight, “So I did a little messing around and worked with your codes, and, well, let’s just say what I’ve done will take effect…”

Sun suddenly clenched his stomach area in pain and choked back a yell of agony.

“Right about now.” Ruin smirked as he watched Sun begin to have his life sucked right away from him.

“Sun!” Moon cried, taking him by the shoulders and looking him firmly in the eyes, “S-sun, just get a grip, okay? Hold on, y-you’ll be okay…!” Moon panicked, looking to Solar for help, but he was just staring, dumbfounded about everything happening that seemed to go by in a flash.

Tears dropped from Sun’s distressed faceplate as he began to feel… funny. He took a moment to take his hand away from his stomach and watched it in horror as it began to turn to nothing like dust being blown off a desk. Moon said nothing at first, his words taken right from him as he watched his brother’s life come to an end.

“Moonie…”

“Sun, no no no no, you can’t die! You can’t, y-you can’t!” Moon quivered, taking Sun’s hands and squeezing them as he began to cry too. A few of Sun’s rays began to fade away as well, and all anyone could really to was sob.

“Moon, I-I don’t know if I’ll ever be able to see you again, but…” Sun shook, speaking through rivers of oily tears, “I love you, Moon, and- and- I’m going to miss you…!” Sun took his brother into an agony-filled embrace and Moon began to yelp with sadness.

“N-no, this isn’t the end of you! You’re not going to die!” He yelled, squeezing Sun, not believing his own words as they left his silicone lips.

“Moonie… I’m going to die…” Sun whispered, nuzzling his face into Moon’s shoulder. The lunar animatronic began to wail like there was no tomorrow, and Sun savored the last moments he could have with his brother.

It all went by too fast to process, but within the minute, Sun was gone. Moon had collapsed onto his knees, crying into what was left of his brother; his wrist ribbons were held firmly in Moon’s hand as he sobbed endlessly into them.

“SUN!!!” He screamed, hoping in any way, his brother, his beloved twin, would come back to him.

“A fragile thing, life.” Ruin cocked from the other side of the room, who was absentmindedly fiddling with his fingers.

Somehow, Moon had managed to forget Ruin was even there. He sprung up suddenly from his knees and stormed over to the mix-matched animatronic he had foolishly trusted and grabbed him by the neck, thrusting him against the wall violently.

“You’ve made a huge enemy today.” Moon growled, tightening his grip firmly on Ruin’s neck.

“I-I’m su-sure I have!”

Moon swung his fist and punched Ruin across the face countless times before beating him elsewhere all while he choked in his hands. Solar hurried to Moon’s side and stopped him before he could officially murder the cruel animatronic.

“Moon, be rational, what will killing him accomplish?” Solar yelled, only partially pulling him out of his violent rage.

“For one he’d be FAR away from where Sun is now!” Moon hissed in response, ripping his arm away from Solar and punching Ruin more and more, beating him until he could barely move.

“Moon!” Solar yelled again, holding him back by both arms and dragging him to the other side of the room. The lunar animatronic squirmed in Solar’s arms as he fought to get back to avenging his twin.

Ruin coughed, grinning despite his terrible condition, “You really are funny, Moon!” He cackled, rolling onto his side with an aching groan. Thick, blood-like oil leaked from multiple places on the destroyed animatronic’s body, even some trickling from the corner of his eyes and his mouth.

Moon shuffled to get out of Solar’s grasp more at the sound of Ruin’s aggravating voice. “I’M GOING TO KILL YOU, RUIN! YOU WILL BURN IN HELL NO MATTER WHAT!” Moon howled with anger and agony, becoming weak from using all his energy to escape.

Finally, Ruin’s eyes turned black, and he fell limp, either dead or out of battery. Solar released Moon, and he fell to the floor again, crying for his brother. Solar bent down and hesitated to hug Moon, but it was probably what he needed at a moment like it was. Moon cried and cried until he couldn’t anymore, and at that point it was well after dark, and morning was nearing. Both Solar and Moon had ignored a number of calls from Earth and Lunar.

When he had finished, Moon had stood wearily and staggered out of Sun’s bedroom, knowing he’d never be able to walk back into that room ever again without a huge wave of dread washing over him. Solar walked out as well as he watched Moon flop onto the couch and lay miserably.

“Moon, what should I do with R-”

“Leave him. I’ll deal with it later.” Moon muttered, his voice cracked and broken from crying.

Solar frowned as he walked out of Sun’s former room, closing the door behind him. Sun’s cats ran below his feet, making him watch where he stepped as he wandered into the living area. “I- uh- I can leave if you’d prefer it.” Solar suggested, dithering to sit.

“I don’t care what you do right now.” Moon hissed, clearly in the worst mood he could be in.

Solar’s insides ached as he was given the nostalgic feeling of when his Moon from his dimension would hiss and scold him like that. It made him feel like a burden, so he left. Lord knows what Moon did with the rest of his night, but Solar knew someone was going to have to tell Earth and Lunar the sad news.

When he arrived at the daycare, Earth and Lunar rushed to him as if he was on fire. “Solar! We were so worried! Where’ve you been?! Where’s Sun and Moon?!” Earth asked, hugging the eclipse-themed animatronic.

Solar could barely speak, and it wasn’t like he wanted to anyway. He wasn’t the right person to tell them the truth, but Moon certainly wouldn’t be fit to do it either. He stumbled over his words, trying to find what to say, but it was so hard to say anything after what he’d just experienced.

“S-sun he’s… he’s- not here…” Solar managed to say, watching as Earth and Lunar exchanged confused glances.

“Where is he?” Lunar asked.

Solar figuratively swallowed a lump in his throat and felt the guilt rise. There was so much he could have done to prevent that, right? “He’s… he’s dead…”

Earth’s shoulders fell and Lunar shook, “He’s what-?” Earth sniffled, grabbing her shoulders for support.

“He’s dead. He w-was killed by Ruin…”

Lunar fell to the floor, tears rapidly falling as well, and all his sister did was stand and shake. Stand, shake, and cry. “He’s not! He can’t be- n-no, not Sun! Never!” Earth denied it all, throwing herself against the desk and sobbing into her arms.

“Not Sun! No! Please, this is a joke, it has to be!”

Solar walked up beside Earth and wrapped his arms around her, but unfortunately comfort wasn’t his strong suit. “Earth, I know it’s sad, but-”

“He’s dead…” Lunar squeaked from the floor behind the two. Solar cocked his head to face him, dark shadows ominously covering his face. “He- he can’t be dead…” Lunar’s hands began to shiver as lightning started to appear.

“Lunar, calm down…” Solar whispered, slowly walking up to the small animatronic. Lunar flung himself to his feet and started to pace back and forth, the lightning getting dangerously wild. Earth looked up too, spotting the fit Lunar seemed to be having.

The only thing that you could hear in the entire daycare was the crackle of Lunar’s lightning, and him muttering, “he’s dead” over and over again until he forced his hands to his temple and began to cry violently.

Earth and Solar hurried to him and took him into their arms, hugging him closely as all three began to wail together.

“Sun… my brother… m-my last original brother… he’s gone…” Lunar whispered, so many tears slipping down his cheeks.

“It’s okay, Lunar…” Earth whispered, choking back ugly sobs and hiccups. Lunar shook his head, “No… it’s not.” He gasped through huge sobs.

“We didn’t even get to say goodbye…”

[babydollmarauders]

MIDNIGHTS FIC LIST UPDATE

so,,, i’m officially working on the Midnights Fic List! who else cheered?! (just me)

but i’m having some trouble deciding which one to write first, so i wanted some help deciding. so i’m posting the summaries for each fic, and if you see this you can comment or reblog with your vote or you can slip into my request box and say your vote there <3

SUMMARIES

Lavender Haze — in which y/n has been dealing with hate from Trevor’s fans and journalists constantly speculating when they’ll get married.

Maroon — in which y/n and her best friend, Jack, get drunk on cheap wine and finally confess their feelings in her New York apartment.

Snow on the Beach — in which shy, introverted y/n meets extroverted frat boy Luke and he takes a liking to her, even though everyone thinks they’re an odd match.

You’re On Your Own, Kid — in which y/n spent her high school years changing herself to become what she thought was Jack’s type, but when they meet again a couple years later, she learns that she never needed to change in order for him to like her.

Midnight Rain — in which Quinn asked y/n to marry him when they graduated high school but she breaks the news that she got signed to a record label and is moving to California. 5 years later, they meet again and rekindle their romance.

Question…? — in which Quinn and sunshiny good girl, y/n, have harbored feelings for each other for a while. but when they finally hookup, Quinn leaves in the middle of the night and let’s y/n believe maybe it was just a one night fling.

Karma — in which y/n’s ex-best friend has been gossiping behind y/n’s back saying that Jack should be with her instead, so y/n shows that karma goes both ways.

Sweet Nothing — in which y/n has a bad day and her boyfriend, Nico, makes it better.

Mastermind — in which y/n confesses to her boyfriend, Trevor, that she planned the night they met and knew they would end up together.

The Great War — in which y/n sees a picture of Jack talking to a girl at a bar and her insecurities come to light. // the night y/n accuses Jack of cheating and they almost break up.

Paris — in which y/n is so in love with Nico, that she doesn’t care about any of the gossip her friends tell her about her exes.

Hits Different — in which y/n and Jack were in a relationship for 4 years before deciding to go separate ways, but everything reminds her of him and y/n realizes she’s made a mistake by letting him go.

[devilfic]

Don’t know if you are taking requests but maybe battinson and reader doing their mbti test, and reader getting a villain personality.

lmfao

pairing: battinson!bruce wayne x gn!reader. cw: implied sexual content but no body parts mentioned. words: 894.

a/n: gratuitous amount of italics here. not sorry. implied sub!bruce but that's not what this is about. also, anon, guess who ELSE has a villain personality type according to google :)

who's gonna tell him

You probably know he’s not really listening. With the wrench between his teeth, fingers straining to reach into the void of his engine and find where the Batmobile had gone unresponsive, he’s only half present. Maybe a third at best. Still, he enunciates through the metal, already forgetting what you'd called him, “INT...C? What does that mean?”

“I-N-T-J. You’re the architect. It means you’re introverted, intuitive, thinking, and judging. You’re good at problem solving and detective work, of course. But you struggle emotionally and are prone to being… ‘socially clueless’.” From your spot in the driver’s seat, Bruce makes a show of leaning around the propped up hood just to be clear on how much he disapproves. He even removes the wrench with his oil-slick hand so he can frown properly. “I didn’t write this, babe. Don’t look at me.”

“You’re reading it to me.”

“I just wanted to know if we’d be compatible!”

He huffs, having found what ever kink in the machine he was looking for and focusing on that instead. He disappears behind the hood but his voice carries through the terminus loud and clear, “Well, are we?”

You decide to do some research.

Somewhere between Bruce triumphing over the engine and coming around to the window to gloat, he catches you staring incredulously at your phone.

“What's the verdict? Are we sworn enemies?” Your eyes dart up to Bruce’s and the longer you stare at him, picking him apart in silence, the more his smile begins to fade. For a second, he starts to think you actually might be sworn enemies. For a millisecond, he starts to care.

"I took the test." You declare, voice freakishly even. Bruce isn't smiling anymore.

"And?"

"I got ENTJ."

"And?"

"We're compatible, sure, whatever," Bruce squints, confused, because you'd been more excited to know the answer to that than he was, "but then I fell down this rabbit hole—I wanted to see who we shared personalities with—and then I found this article. Guess what we are?"

You turn your phone to him. You've pulled up a web result for “Which MBTI personality types are villains?”. In the blurb at the very top, he reads INTJ. Then he looks over at you, your eyes wide and suspicious, and he’d ask you to stop giving him that look if it wasn’t for the way your mouth starts to curl up.

You’re not suspicious. You’re impish. “We’re both villains.”

Sure enough, the other most common villain personality type is ENTJ.

Bruce thinks it’s silly, a little less silly than when you’d done his natal chart (but he’d sat and asked questions all the same, a little too invested in the bits about his childhood karma) because the quiz at least knew something about him, but silly nonetheless.

But you’re also enjoying it enough that he leans into it, feels his own lips curling up too. He folds his arms on the door and leans inside the car, casting a dark shadow over you, "I have enough bad press as it is."

You giggle. You place a hand on his forearm and squeeze, "I don't know. I think you'd be pretty sexy as a villain."

Bruce watches you through hooded eyelids and considers, for a moment, that maybe you're a little too into this. He treads the waters, wondering whether you'll show your hand. He digs through his memory for what you'd called him, the other thing that had actually stuck, “The architect and…”

“The commander.” You finish, jutting your chin up with pride.

“Sounds about right.”

“I'll be the one in control, and you'll be my pretty little mastermind making everything happen.”

“Sounds sort of right.”

“What do you mean, ‘sort of’? You’re a slave to my every whim.”

“Oh, I'm your slave now?" Bruce drops an octave with intention, delighting in your fingernails biting into his muscles. "Since when?"

Your eyes fucking twinkle. You look so excited that he fleetingly wonders if he should keep an eye on you. And he imagines you’d enjoy having him bested, kneeling at your feet as you unmask him and lean in and grin and declare, victorious- “Haven’t you always been?”

Your breath on his lips hasn’t even cooled before he’s leaning into the car and craning your mouth up to meet his, a hand at your jaw and the other keeping him propped through the window.

He imagines too, just for fun, leaning into a getaway car to celebrate a job well done, before coming around the side to jet off into the sunset. A real Bonnie and Clyde.

He feels you tugging on his shoulders and leaning back into the driver’s seat, compelling him to follow. You almost drag him fully through the window (a feat that’s only possible because he’s basically putty in your hands right now), and he grips the center console to steady himself before he falls in and crushes you, “The car’s been fixed all of two minutes and you wanna defile it already?” Bruce accuses, not actually caring in the slightest.

You’re awful. Your eyes still twinkle beneath the innocent flutter of your eyelashes, clearly still on villains and evil plans and whatever images you’d conjured up in your brain after calling him your slave. What ever happened to not mixing business with pleasure? “Come on, Batman. Don't be such a prude."

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[vroomlesbianvroom]

If the Wizarding World had Ofsted, Hogwarts would have been closed down in at least Harry’s first year.

Also, either Dumbledore was in fact manipulative and the mastermind behind almost everything wrong in Harry Potter or he’s senile as fuck. Either way he never should have been Headmaster.

Every single year this man is mentally deranged at that school, he should have been fired in first year at least. (I go into more detail if you click read more).

Philosopher’s Stone

He has Hagrid introduce Harry to the wizarding world - normally it’s a Head of House - Hagrid then very suspiciously collects the Stone (he must have known Hagrid was not the man to be subtle here)

He makes a big spectacle of not going to the third floor corridor - he could have just said it’s closed this year and put some wards up to stop children but in fact all he did was lock the door and then teach them how to unlock it

Students must not go into the Forbidden forest at any time unless it’s a punishment in which we’ll send you with just Hagrid and then you’ll split into groups anyway. What a smart idea

How did no one notice that Voldemort was on the back of Quirrells head? You’re telling the best wizard in the world couldn’t work it out

Three first years managed to get past that little questy maze but it was supposed to stop one of the strongest wizards in the world

Speaking of the maze, it’s all things that they’re good at or have learnt - Devils Snare, chess, the troll they’ve already caught, flying, and a little riddle - Voldemort definitely couldn’t get passed those everyone knows the Dark Lord is shit at chess

When Harry has just killed a man, Dumbledores like it was love. No that is a traumatised child.

Chamber of Secrets

Not a single teacher (or any of her four brothers) noticed that Ginny was possessed for almost an entire year

Some creature is going around and petrifying students and the teachers only plan is to set a curfew and cancel quidditch

Hermione Granger, a twelve year old, manages to work out the creature but Dumbledore can’t - the man had 50 years to work it out

Lockhart is obviously a hack and somehow gets the job anyway

Ron and Harry then manage to work out where the chamber is located but no one else can - they’re not exactly the most observant of children

Harry also talks to a diary that talks back - can someone teach these children that that’s not normal, please stop?

Prisoner of Azkaban

This is possibly the book where Dumbledore’s the best behaved

He does allow a thirteen year old to use a time turner to attend extra lessons - yeah, just let her possibly rip apart time and her own existence that’ll be fine

He also must know that Sirius is innocent and does nothing to help him

They also continue doing quidditch even with the soul sucking creatures floating above them

You need a parental consent form to go to Hogsmede but not to fly on a broom and be around deadly soul sucking creatures that makes complete sense

With the ministry they put dementors in a school full of children but they don’t continue looking after the year ends

Goblet of Fire

This has to be Dumbledore’s worst year

Harry gets signed up to the deadly tournament without his consent and they don’t even really try to get him out - I refuse to believe that a minor could sign a legally binding contract without any form of consent - I also refuse to believe that someone else can get you in a legally binding contract

If they could, why didn’t they just do that with Voldemort

Dumbledore doesn’t notice that his old friend is acting a little bit strange and is in fact a death eater in disguise

You’re telling me Harry can’t go to Hogsmede without the Dursley’s permission but can enter a deadly contest Willy nilly

He allows minors to be fight dragons, be tied to the bottom of a lake and be teleported to Voldemort without even trying - no one checked the cup before putting in the maze

Moody is allowed to teach the unforgivables to children and practise one on them

Order of the Phoenix

This year he’s not awful just a prick

Voldemorts back and Harry’s having creepy nightmares/visions and Dumbledore just keeps running away - just talk to the boy

How did no one in that school notice that Umbridge was using a blood quill on students - how shit are these teachers

Please just explain to Harry’s what going on - this is what we’ve been building up to this whole time

Half Blood Prince

This is when he fully stops caring about any student other than Harry

He knows the whole time that Dracos been forced to take the dark mark and has to kill him and he doesn’t even try and help the boy

He knows he’s dying and gives Harry very little information about the Horcruxs and also uses him to find out information about how many there were

He knows Harry’s a horcrux the entire time and just doesn’t mention it coz he needs Harry to die when the times right

Dumbledore is either mental and needs a hug-me jacket or he’s evil and needs to stay away from children. He could have prevented so much pain and suffering. He could have stopped Tom Riddle from becoming Voldemort in the first place.

He grooms Harry to fight Voldemort and die when the times right and doesn’t even seem to care. Right when Harry needs him, he’s no where to be found.

This is only what we know from Harry’s perspective I imagine it’s a lot worse from everyone else’s.

[igotanidea]

It was worth it :Dick Grayson x f!reader

Massive thanks to @pinkcherryblossom18 for letting me use her idea for this story: Titans!Dick who unexpectedly shows up at his old friend house to seek help for Rachel, even though he knows how pissed said friend is going to be at him. So, the girl is just spending the day with her adoptive mother, Selina Kyle, planning on doing sth fun when someone knocks on the door. And even after being welcomed in a vigilante/villain style, Dick still thinks it was worth showing at reader's doorstep.

“So…..” Selina started stretching her arms lazily and leaning back on the couch, crossing her legs

“So what?”  the younger girl, her not-so-official adoptive daughter rolled her eyes trying not to show how annoyed she was

“So, I was thinking about a little bit of a mother-daughter time would be fun….”

“You’re not my mother.” The girl pointed out. They may not have been related, but during the years Selina Kyle raised Y/N Y/L/N the latter took a lot from her. Teasing and playing around was definitely one of those traits.  “But I’m listening. Honestly, it’s getting boring living in this hell hole. God, I miss Gotham sometimes.”

“From what I can tell you keep yourself rather busy” Selina leaned down and grabbed one of the stray cats Y/N was taking care of, absentmindedly starting to rub its fur, much to the animal’s delight “Such a cutie” she purred at it “though I miss this freaking city too. Sometimes.”

“Let me guess why” the girl smirked “I bet it’s because of one particular Gotham vigilante…”

“Watch your tongue, dear. Such insinuations are way beyond your level. I taught you better.”

“Yeah, yeah you did. No matter how hard I try I always get back to the old ways.”

“Call it instinct, honey.” Selina flashed a smile and fluttered her eyelashes.

“Oh, stop it. Can’t fool me with that trick” Y/N rolled her eyes again “Cut to the chase”

“You won’t let me have my fun, do you?” Selina sighed dramatically but soon turned back to her calculated self. “You know, there’s a new boutique on the 34th. We can go full fashion. My wardrobe really need some renewal and judging from your T-shirt, yours as well.”

“What’s wrong with it?” Y/N took a quick glance at her hoodie and tilted her head. “besides all the cut fur, of course.”

“Oh, honey….” Selina sighed “I’m gone for what? Two weeks….”

“Two months.” The girl corrected crossing her arms

“And you’re already turning into someone …. Ordinary. Such a shame. I really need to get you back in shape. What do you say? A little shopping spree. Don’t you miss that thrill?” she smiled and a few flashbacks run through Y/N’s head. One of them of how one night when she and Selina were running the streets after one particularly good action and surprisingly were stopped by two male-counterparts. But. Putting that aside, Y/N did miss some action and night blood rush. The cold night air on her face as she was jumping from one rooftop to another. The chills and adrenaline when she was flexing and doing her most crazy acrobatic shit. The act she put on while flirting with whoever could her to the object of interest, pretending to be innocent and gullible only to show her mastermind and perfect plan behind all of this. She was smart, she was shrewd, fast-think and ….. lazy. As much as she hated to admit it, moving out and being left all by herself made her…. Unwilling. Selina was right. It was such a shame that of late her abilities were going to waste.

“What’s going on in that head of yours?” Selina asked a bit worried about her protégé.

“Nothing” the girl shook her head “But….. can I ask you a question?”

“I don’t need to answer, right?”

“Actually, I would like you to answer. Please” Y/N looked at Selina with pleading, honest and sad expression and it moved something inside the Catwoman’s heart.

“All right. Don’t make me go all soft on you.” she hissed covering all the feelings raising in her chest. Despite everything, she treated Y/n as a daughter (or maybe younger sister, since thinking of herself as mother made her feel old. “What is it?”

“How do you still find all of it funny and thrilling?”

“I’m sorry?”

“You know. For me, the best part wasn;t the fact that we… I…. was doing something forbidden. It was rather the part of being chased. And sometimes, getting caught. And… you know…..” Y/n’s cheeks were now a bit flushed and Selina knew exactly what, or rather who she was referring to.

“Oh, honey. You really do need something to get your mind off things” she gently caressed girl’s face. “you reminiscence too much and that is no good. We’re going tonight. Hope you can still use that charm of yours.”

“Right” Y/N looked down. “I…..” before she could say a thing she was cut off by a firm knock on the door “Sorry, let me just check who intend on ruining my evening.”

Unwillingly she stood up from the couch and with a couple quiet long steps opened the door.

“I’m not interested in whatever you are selling so leave …. Oh, shit…..”

“Hi Y/N” the young man on the other side smiled lightly and awkwardly.

“No.” Y/N was quick to reach the frame and shut the door close. What the hell!? What was he doing here?! It’s been what? Three years? Three years since his titans team fell apart and he rushed away from everything he knew, her included. Three years of radio silence on his part (well, she did not reach for him either, but still it was his fault since he was the one who disappeared without a trace). Shit! And now he was standing by her door and she was wearing an old hoodie and stretched pants. Her hair were a mess and she still had that freaking pelage everywhere. Damn it! Her heart was pounding like crazy, blood rushing straight to her head. Even after all those years, he had such an effect on her. Groaning in annoyance she leaned her back on the door, praying he would just go away.

“Who is it?” Selina emerged from the room with her most hypnotizing stride “Definitely someone worth attention if you’re left like this.” She chuckled

“Dick Grayson” Y/N smiled viciously watching Selina’s expression drop

“Is he….?”

“From what I can tell he’s alone, but who knows?” the girl shrugged “You know the bats, they lurk in the shadows.”

“Fuck. “ Selina cussed “This is not how I planned on this day to go.”

“You think I wanted this?!” Y/N scoffed

“Well, you mentioned something about missing being chased…..”

“Oh, shut up!” the girl finally let her rage go. “Sorry.” She chucked “I know the rules. Play it cool. Play it nice.”

“Precisely. You did it so many times before, what’s one more. Deal with it fast and I’ll meet you on our rooftop at 10 p.m.” she patted girl’s cheek in a condescending manner. “Don’t let me down.” And with such words she slipped through the open window.

“Don’t let me down.” Y/N mocked sticking her tongue out in a child-like behavior. “Whatever you say, mother. Coward. Running away because the bat may be on her track.” She muttered to herself.

“Y/N. Please, open the door. I need your help.”

“You need my help, now, huh?” once again she opened the door abruptly, standing face to face with her old (more than) friend. “How about I give you a hand?” she raised an arm in attempt to slap him, but he was faster and grabbed her wrist. She did not falter as she used another hand, that reached the destination and with a loud snap met with his cheek.

“Ouch.” He hissed and let go of her arm.

“You deserved that! Three years, Grayson! Three fuckign years and now you just appear out of thin air with….. a child?”

“Y/N, meet Rachel. She’s ….. she has some powers….. Can we come inside so I will explain it further?”

“No.” Y/N took a step to the right blocking the entrance.

“Y/N. I’m begging you…..”

“Well that is a new thing…..”

“Don’t make a scene.”

“And why not exactly?” she pondered.  “Because you are afraid of being embarrassed in front of…..” she hang the sentence waiting for them to remind her the name of the girl

“Rachel” the youngest of the three helped

“Right. Rachel. Sorry for that little display, bet your friend Dick did not mention who I am.”

“Not…. exactly….”

“Oh, okey. Well, long story short, we used to be….. frankly, I don’t even know how to describe our relationship….”

“Y/N…..” Dick sighed, his face still red from the slap. Y/N was definitely stronger than she looked at first sight.

“I am talking now.” Her face was now filled with rage and it made her look so powerful and fierce the boy shut his mouth instantly, suddenly being reminded why he fell for her so easily in the past. She was a force not to play with, but on the other side she had this soft side, only a few people knew how to reach.

“I already like her” Rachel smiled.

“Y/N look, she has nowhere to go. Her mother was shot, she never knew her father and I know you know how that feels……”

“I…..” she dropped her gaze. He knew exactly where to hit. The point was, she really did know the feeling. Her parents abandoned her when she was barely 9. For four years she was running around foster homes, never really wanted, tossed like a used glove, never really taken care of, until Selina saw something more to her and took her in, and trained her and showed her something better in life. “I hate you, Grayson. Now, get in, both of you.” she pulled her unexpected visitors into the narrow hallway. “You can go wait in the living room, pet the cats or whatever. They are not as predatory as they seem.”

“Just like someone else I know” Dick smiled at Y/N when Rachel left.

“Stop it.”

“What?”

“You know what. Why did you come to me? Why not any of your Titans friend? Donna? Dawn? Hell, even Hank would be better choice than me.”

“No.”

“What?”

“They wouldn’t . They don’t really know how it feels like to be raised without parents. You and I. We do. And you have a thing for stray living beings.”

“I ….. I don’t…..” she snorted with disgust but couldn’t hide the fact that only a second later she was checking out what Rachel was doing, making sure the girl was all right “I’m not like that….”

“You are. Even if you don’t want to admit it. I know you.”

“You knew me years ago. How do you know I did not change for worse?”

“I know.”

“Ok, I’m gonna ask you again” she punched his chest only to get some of the accumulated energy out “why. The hell. Are. YOU. here? And how did you even find me!?”

“I missed you.” he confessed

“Oh, hell no! I’m not falling for that. Our parents followed that path and look where it got them. I’m not making the same mistake. I can take the girl in and that is all. I want nothing to do with you. Not after….. after everything…..”

“I made a mistake, all right? I never should have….”

“Shut up! Just shut up! I don’t want to hear you!” she covered her ears not wanting to let him sweet talk her “ I’m over you, don’t you understand that. I never wanted you to come back and haunt me and …..DAMN IT!” out of frustration she started throwing punches. The kind of kicks he could have easily dodged, but didn’t “why don’t you just fight back?!” she hissed and finally her fist met with his jaw, taking them both by surprise.

“Selina would be proud of you.” Dick muttered making sure his maxilla wasn’t dislocated.

“Don’t think so. It’s hard to impress people who take their alter-ego from an animal. You know that” he nodded taking a deep breath “If anything she would be disappointed I lost control like that. Does it…. Does it hurt much?”

“See. Soft spot. Told you.” Dick smiled widely and immediately hissed in pain

“Do you want another, symmetric punch on the other side.”

“It was still worth it, you know. Coming here. Seeing you. I meant what I said, I really did miss you.”

“If you keep running your mouth I’m gonna kick you in the groin.”

“Ok, all right. I’ll stop. You really did not change a thing.”

“I hate you. Now, tell me what is wrong with that demonic child you decided to put on my shoulders.”  

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[leelreallylikespersona]

Decaying Godhood- Chapter 1: Movement Among the Stasis

<- Prologue ● Chapter 2 ->

“This is all very sudden.”

He stepped lightly, adjusting to the sensation of ground beneath his feet. He sighed, staring down at his body again, fixing his coat.

“How embarrassing,” he muttered, “what kind of god struggles to walk…”

He moved forward, cautiously placing one foot in front of the other, “I suppose… it has been a while since I’ve had legs…”

He glanced around, noting the vacant eyes of the motionless humans. The entire city was at a standstill.

“Well,” he sighed, “if this isn’t my doing, then…”

His vision began to blur. The sound of his heels clicking against the ground echoed through the streets as he stumbled. He leaned against the wall, holding his visor. He pulled it off.

“What is this?” He spat, trying to shake off the fatigue, “it was a mistake to investigate these oddities…”

He closed his eyes. Why didn’t he know what was going on? He was Salmael, the God of Stagnation, he knew everything about stillness and stasis. Yet even he couldn’t figure out why humanity has halted.

Salmael pushed himself off the wall, still struggling to maintain proper posture as he began walking down the streets.

“This is ridiculous,” he shuddered, “I feel…” he shook his head, “I…”

He let himself fall to his knees, the end of his feathered cape becoming dusted.

“You’re gonna get dirty sitting in the middle of the road.”

Salmael moved his head up, narrowing his eyes at the standing figure before him.

“You’re…”

“Moving? Talking? Yeah. I honestly didn’t think there was anyone else not affected by… whatever is happening.” He held out his hand, “I’m Adam.”

Salmael slowly took his hand, stumbling as he stood. Adam quickly grabbed him before he could fall again.

“You okay?”

“I…” Salmael coughed, “I’m not used to… existing like this.”

Adam clicked his tongue, “typical god behaviour, not knowing how to walk…”

Salmael raised an eyebrow, “how could you tell?”

“Dude… you’re wearing too much white. Besides, humans don’t have such bright red eyes, or dark sclera. And your… wings?” Adam laughed, “why’d you give yourself heels? You’re more likely to fall.”

“I didn’t do anything, I just… showed up like this.”

“Huh. Interesting. What did you look like before?”

Salmael pondered. Had he had a physical form since his defeat?

“Nothing… the last time I had a form I had no legs…”

Adam snorted, “damn that’s unfortunate. Well, let’s go to my place, maybe you’ll get used to walking again by the time we get there.”

Salmael slowly stood, sighing. “My name is Salmael.”

“Salmael… fancy name.” Adam threw his hands behind his head as he started to walk down the road. “So… all the humans stopped moving.”

“It seems so…” Salmael carefully walked next to him. “Are you… not human?”

Adam shrugged, “I honestly don’t know. I’m not a god, but… I’m certainly not human.”

“So you’re one of a kind?”

Adam let out an airy laugh, “I don’t think I’m that special.” He put his hands in his pockets, “what about you, what’s your deal?”

“I… used to be known as the God of Stagnation,” Salmael said. He stumbled again, catching himself before he fell. “Ah… this is embarrassing.”

“Nah, you’re fine. I’ve worked with a loser god before.”

“Excuse me?”

“Oh I didn’t mean it like that, sorry.” Adam cleared his throat, “I’ll tell you that story later, but first…” He stepped in front of Salmael, holding a fist up to his chin, “God of Stagnation? As in… causing stasis? Did you do all this?”

“No… no!” Salmael backed away, “I did not… the reason why I came here was because of the stasis occurring…”

Adam folded his arms.

“I… I don’t know how, but I was able to leave whatever void I was in. I watched humanity come to a standstill, and… I thought maybe I did something. But I know now that’s not the case.” Salmael flexed his hand, “it seems I cannot use magic anymore.”

Adam narrowed his eyes, “okay…” he turned around, “I supposed the mastermind behind this wouldn’t be stumbling around like an idiot anyway.”

Salmael bit his tongue.

“I’m kind of surprised you haven’t been lecturing me about ‘salvation’ and ‘serenity’ or whatever angels like to spit out at people.”

“I…” Salmael sighed, “never mind, it isn’t worth the energy.”

Adam glanced back at him, “did I strike a nerve?”

“…Yes.”

Adam erupted into laughter, “honestly, I was waiting for your ego to show up. I’m kind of impressed how… not holier-than-thou you’re acting.”

“Ha…” Salmael could feel the corners of his mouth turn into a smile. He laughed lightly, “I guess the attitude of those kids rubbed off on me.”

“Kids?”

“You have to tell me your story first.”

“Ah, right.” Adam began walking again, “how to start this… I used to be a Persona. You know what those are, right?”

“Yes,” Salmael nodded, “I’ve… had experiences with Persona-users.”

“I’m assuming you fought them?”

“You are scarily good at reading me.”

“Am I?” Adam laughed, “I guess that makes sense, the user I was a Persona for was a counsellor, so I heard… a lot. He kind of went off the deep end, though…” he rubbed the back of his neck, “I shouldn’t push the blame entirely on him, I… was definitely complicit.”

“What did you do?”

“We kind of… changed reality?”

Salmael stared at Adam.

“It wasn’t really me that did the manipulation though… Maruki- the Persona-user, he just… wanted everyone to be happy. I thought that was an admirable goal, so when I heard his cry I reached out. So did another god. We worked together, Azathoth did all the… mind manipulation stuff, I just offered my fists.”

“Goodness child,” Salmael said, “that’s quite the feat.”

“I mean it’s impressive, but… it wasn’t right.”

“No… it wasn’t. I… had a similar goal.”

Adam looked at him, “seriously?”

“The only thing I ever knew was ‘keeping the peace’. The only thing I ever wanted was to bring an end to humanity’s suffering.” Salmael stopped, “I realize now… I was going about it the wrong way.”

Adam turned to face him, “you’ve never had a sense of self until now, have you?”

Salmael shook his head.

“I can hear the guilt in your voice.” He spun around, turning down a new road, “I didn’t have one either, until I made a deal or whatever with Maruki. I don’t know how users usually interact with their Persona but… Maruki would summon me just to talk at me. He did it often enough that I was able to have a conversation with him. I guess… maybe that’s why, after we were defeated, I woke up outside of the Metaverse with him.”

“How long ago was this?”

Adam laughed softly, “oh it’s been at least a century.”

“I see… and you’ve been living here in the human realm?”

“Well yeah, I wasn’t really sure where else to go. Every few years I’d move somewhere else,” Adam moved towards a set of doors, “here’s my current house. I’ve been here for about five years now.”

Salmael followed Adam inside. The two continued chatting, slowly getting through each other’s stories.

“So that’s what happened… the leader of the Phantom Thieves, the group of Persona-users who opposed us, got up on my face and… shot me in the nose.” Adam leaned back in his chair, “saying it out loud makes it sound pretty sad… a tiny bullet? Really?”

“Wait…” Salmael unfolded his legs, “Phantom Thieves?”

“Yeah that’s what they called themselves…”

“I had a run in with them as well.”

Adam sat up, “wait, for real? The leader was a guy with black frizzy hair, yeah? I think he went by Joker…”

“Yes! I remember them all too well…” Salmael pinched his nose, laughing, “actually, they stabbed a flag in my nose once I was defeated.”

Adam snorted, “they like inflicting nasal injuries to big entities I suppose.” He relaxed back into the chair, “but man that’s crazy… our stories are pretty similar.”

Salmael nodded, “it is very interesting.”

A comfortable silence lingered. Salmael moved his head back, staring at the ceiling.

“W-wait.”

Salmael looked at Adam.

“It’s dark outside…” he said, staring out the window.

“Yes…? Is that an issue for you?”

“No but… if time simply stopped, like we theorized, wouldn’t it still be day?”

Salmael moved towards the window. His eyes landed on the bright full moon in the sky.

“What the hell is going on…”

Salmael turned back to Adam, “perhaps… this is some sort of punishment…” he sat back down, “for what we did.”

Adam lowered his gaze, “I… guess… but you weren’t dragged out here, right? And besides, who would dictate the punishment of a god?”

“That is true…” Salmael sighed, “why do I feel anxious…”

“Same here, but… you’ve never felt like this have you? You seem to be taking it well.”

“I like to say I know a bit about human emotions.” Salmael rubbed his eyes, “I’d like to eradicate them from myself, though.”

“I get that…”

Silence fell over them once again. Salmael struggled to keep his eyes open, focusing on the glass of water in front of him.

“You look like you’re about to pass out.” Adam said.

“I do not feel like I am about to die.”

“No, I mean… you look like you’re really tired, why don’t we head to sleep?”

Salmael paused. He’d never tried sleeping before.

“Is it pleasant?” He inquired.

“What?” Adam stared at him, “sleeping?”

Salmael nodded.

“Uh… sure? It’s comfortable at the very least.” He stood, moving into the hallway, “here, I have a spare room, let me get some blankets and extra pillows for you. Oh, and don’t sleep with all that,” he gestured to Salmael’s clothing, “just… Ah you’re too tall for any of my pjs. Sleep naked or something I don’t care.”

Salmael chuckled, “I will manage, thank you.”

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Liam Evans Main Story: Chapter 21 (Blind Love)

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Liam: I don't ever want to disappear before your eyes again.

There was a passionate look in his rose coloured eyes as he gazed at me, and I was so mesmerised that I forgot how to breathe.

We’ve exchanged glances like this many times, but somehow that felt like it was the first time.

The slight change made my heart go crazy.

It made me want to embrace the change.

Liam: Hey, Kate.

Liam: I couldn’t take your hand back then. However—

Liam: However…

While his face contorted as he tried to force out the words that were caught in his throat, I shook my head.

Kate: You don’t have to force yourself to say something. You can tell me when you're ready to.

Liam: … Okay.

Liam: Thanks… Kate.

Kate: You’re welcome?

Liam: Ahaha, why did that sound like a question?

Kate: Fufu, I wonder.

When we looked at each other and burst into laughter, I realised that it had been a while since we last laughed together.

The tiny change that might seem insignificant to others was so precious to me that it caused a yearning feeling in my heart.

…

The next day, Liam and I headed for The Scala.

It was to put into action the plan William proposed, and—

As usual, all the troupe members were present at The Scala, practising their vocalisations and rehearsing for the play.

Tom’s eyes met Liam’s while he was mixing around with the troupe members and earnestly guiding them.

Tom: … Li… Liam.

Liam: … Tom.

Liam: … Tom… I… you...

Before Liam could explain himself, Tom ran up to him and threw his arms around him.

Tom: You don’t have to say anything. … You’re here now, and that’s all that matters to me.

(Tom must have so many questions he wants to ask Liam, but his happiness from seeing him has surpassed them.)

Liam: … I’m sorry. And, thank you.

Troupe Member: Uwa, Tom and Liam are flirting with each other again!

Troupe Member 2: Are you okay with that, Kate? He’s being unfaithful, he’s a cheater!

We smiled at each other as the troupe members watched and teased us.

Liam: Anyway, Tom, I have something to discuss with you— I mean, with everyone here at The Scala.

Tom: Judging from the look on your face, it must be something as important as a love confession.

Tom: OK, I’ll have everyone gather.

When Tom called out to them, everyone gathered around Liam and I.

(Everyone at The Scala should never know about me being a fairytale writer and the existence of Crown.)

Anyone who found out about that secret would have only one possible fate awaiting them — being silenced.

When I thought about it, I knew that the plan would be anything but calm, and I could get a sense of the lengths William would go to.

It seemed that Liam was thinking the same thing, and he spoke with an even more serious look on his face.

Liam: Long story short — there is a message I want to send to all of England, through the use of this play.

Liam briefly explained that a dangerous organisation in England by the name of “Golden Butterfly” that had once been annihilated was showing signs of reviving its activities.

Due to the identity of the mastermind behind its revival being unknown, the plan was to make use of theatre to convey the message “stop the revival”.

(It might not sound very convincing because he left out some pieces of information to avoid putting everyone at risk.)

Liam: I can’t reveal the reason why I want to destroy that organisation. … I’m sorry.

Liam: But I know for sure that if we leave them as they are, more people will be hurt.

Liam: Therefore, I hope that all of you will agree to help me…

Kate: … I, too, would like to ask the same of everyone.

Tom: …

Tom: Lift your heads, Kate and Liam. The answer to your request for help is YES.

Kate • Liam: …!

Tom: What does the art of stage acting exist for? It exists for the people.

Tom: We believe that theatre has the miraculous ability to move the hearts of people. Is that right, all of you?

The eyes of the troupe members around us were filled with passion, hope, and trust.

Tom: It’s time for The Scala to come together and destroy that wicked organisation…!

Entire Troupe: Woooo…!

Troupe Member 1: Don’t we look like heroes standing up for justice?

Troupe Member 2: Yes, yes. I’m getting all pumped up!

Liam: Oh—... uhm.

It was rather funny to see Liam being the only one standing there awkwardly amidst everyone being excited and calling the plan “justice”.

Tom: Moreover…

Tom: This is the first time you’ve ever asked us for a favour. Therefore, we’ll do everything possible to help you!

Liam: … —anks.

Liam’s soft “thanks” reached my ears as I stood next to him.

Bianca: Men! It’s nice to get excited, but we should at least decide on the play first!

Bianca: Right, Kate?

Kate: Fufu, you’re right.

Tom: I’ll write a script that will include the existence of “Golden Butterfly” in the story and will make the crowd go wild.

Tom: Word won’t spread all over England if the story is boring, right?

Liam: In that case, how about “The Hunchback of Notre Dame”?

I recalled the time Tom had previously explained to us what he wanted The Scala to play.

"The story is set in 15th Century Paris. At the Notre Dame Cathedral, there was a man named Quasimodo.

Quasimodo spent his days alone at the top of the tall tower ringing the bells, never knowing what the outside world was like.

One day, he met a beautiful dancer named Esmeralda and fell in love with her."

Liam: I’ve read the original, and I thought “The Hunchback of Notre Dame” was a story about battles.

Liam: Battles against fate and things that hurt oneself. … I don’t know how to phrase this better, but I just think that this story is perfect for our current situation.

(Everything Liam just said are truths. They’re all precious things that I treasure.)

(However, Liam’s tone… it sounds different from before.)

He was definitely saying those things out of his own will, and it moved the hearts of everyone present and mine as well.

The gentle warmth melted the ice.

Everyone present nodded in agreement.

Tom: Then it’s decided, The Scala’s next production will be “The Hunchback of Notre Dame”. So, Liam—

Tom: I still want you to play the role of Quasimodo, the main character. Will you accept the role?

Liam: …

Liam: What do you think, Kate?

There was a hint of fear in those eyes in front of me, but the old dangerous tendency to invalidate one's own will in order to satisfy others was no longer there.

Kate: What do YOU want to do, Liam?

Liam: I…

Liam: What do /I/ want to do, huh?

Fearful of taking the first step, Liam’s lips trembled.

Liam: I want to play the role of Quasimodo. I’ll do my very best, so please let me do it.

Tom: … Of course.

Tom: Now that it’s been decided, I shall make the necessary changes to the script! There’s the stage setting to take care of as well. Things will get very busy from now on.

Liam: Ahaha, that’s right.

…

We worked days and nights to prepare for the performance of “The Hunchback of Notre Dame”.

During that period of time, we received some unexpected help—

Troupe Member: Kate, Liam, over here!

(Huh…?)

The members of the theatrical troupe were holding more lavish packed lunches than their arms could carry.

Troupe Member: It was delivered to us without prior notice, but the sender didn’t leave a name. We only have this message card.

Liam: …?

“To my beloved Liam and Kate.

I made these myself, so please enjoy them with everyone there.

Wishing you all the best for your performance.”

Kate • Liam: … It’s Victor.

Troupe Member: I was about to throw them away because they could be a bad prank, but they looked too delicious…

Liam: Pfft, ahaha. A prank?

Liam: This is from a very passionate fan of mine and Kate’s. All of you can be rest assured and eat up.

< timeskip >

Troupe Member: I need to put this curtain up, but I can’t reach that height. Does anyone have a ladder—

Ellis: … You want to put this up? Alright, let me help you.

Troupe Member: Huh…?

Ellis unexpectedly dropped by the theatre to help out and was able to get much of the work done easily with his amazing agility.

Bianca: Liam. You sure have a few rather… unusual friends.

Liam: Mm, that’s true.

Ellis: Kate, Liam, is there anything else that needs to be done?

Kate: Oh, in that case—

(... Everyone is doing what they can to help out.)

Every time, Liam would smile, a little bewildered, but he was genuinely happy.

He savoured every subtle act of kindness like each one of them was a miracle.

(... I’ve been by Liam’s side for quite a while, but this is the first time I’m seeing this side of him.)

I didn’t want to miss out on any changes that could possibly be happening in Liam’s heart.

My gaze was naturally drawn to him, like a butterfly attracted to a flower.

When we were almost done with the preparations for the play, an unexpected “guest” came to the theatre for Liam.

Liam: … Harry.

Kate: Huh?

We went up to the second floor of the theatre and saw Harrison leaning against a wall, staring at the stage.

Harrison: Haha, you’re too quick to notice. I intended to keep watching for a little more before calling out to you.

Harrison: Looks like all of you have been working and rehearsing hard. Good work.

Kate: By any chance, are you here to help?

Harrison: No way, I’m not such a kind person.

Harrison: Now, I did something else instead.

He looked at us as we cocked our heads in puzzlement, and narrowed his mint coloured eyes that could see through lies.

Harrison: There’s a limit to the amount of people you can convey your message to, if you rely solely on your performance.

Harrison: That means that your message might not reach the initiator of the revival of “Golden Butterfly”, who could be somewhere else in England.

(Um, so that means—)

Kate: In order to spread this one drop of poison throughout England, we need to make it a popular topic for conversation…?

Harrison: Yeah, exactly.

Harrison pulled a letter out of his pocket and waved it at us.

Kate: An invitation to the play?

Harrison: I made a request to an acquaintance in the publication industry to invite journalists from newspaper publishers and magazines to the play.

Harrison: If they enjoy the play, they’ll publish huge articles about it.

Harrison: Ah, and of course this invitation is real. I spoke to Tom Crawford, and he gave me this seat.

Liam: Could it be that…

Liam: You’ve been working behind the scenes?

Harrison: This is one of my missions. All I did was get my job done.

Harrison: If the performance is of poor quality, our plan will be a failure. Do your best.

Liam: … Thanks, Harry.

Harrison: Yeah. Oh, and one more thing.

Harrison: Your father, Max Evans, was given an invitation too.

[painedpen]

The people have spoken.

Peaceful Hope’s Peak:

So this whole AU is based on the idea of the butterfly effect. One small detail can change the whole story.

What would have happened if the students had more time to solidify relationships before Monokuma started with the motives?

Hope’s Peak was relatively peaceful until that first motive was released, and even then Sayaka only acted on it due to fear and desperation. I think that of Monokuma had waited like a week to present the motive videos, Sayaka would have had a deeper and more genuine connection with the other students, and she wouldn’t have tried to frame Makoto.

So basically, the game starts out exactly the same, except there’s more time for the students to mingle and get somewhat used to life in the school. Makoto has a couple of rough patches with people (*cough* Byakuya and Mondo *cough*) but overall everyone’s been getting along. Monokuma presents the first motive, and Sayaka has her breakdown. This time, however, it’s not just Makoto who goes to comfort her. Most of the students are trying to cheer her up and support her.

A couple of nights later, Sayaka comes pounding on Makoto’s door, telling her story about someone trying to break into her room. She’s extremely close to convincing Makoto, but she loses her nerve at the last second and breaks. She tells Makoto everything and, because Makoto is like Jesus or something, he forgives her immediately. Sayaka goes back to her room, and spends her night jamming out with Leon like she had promised.

Time passes. No one else tries anything due to the risk being too high, and positive feelings about their classmates as a whole. Taka and Mondo start on their Gay Shit™, now with the added bonus of Makoto not being traumatized and also participating in Gay Shit™ with them. Mondo and Chihiro are also getting along really well.

Second motive is introduced, and Taka immediately decides to share his secret with the class so that the Mastermind can’t use it against them. Spurred on by this decision, Mondo follows his example. Soon everyone’s sat down with each other, revealing their secrets and talking through them one by one. Group Therapy ensues.

Time passes, and Monokuma is getting really sick of this Found Family shit so he tries again. This time the motive is money. Here’s how this one goes down:

Monokuma: Whoever kills another student and gets away with it gets 10,000,00$ how about that?

Everyone: …

Everyone: Anyways-

Celeste ponders it for a minute, but at this point she’s too close with Chihiro to really consider it, so she painstakingly let’s it go. (Outing myself as a CelesHiro shipper because the aesthetics are just too good)

At this point Junko - the real one not Mukuro because Junko was chosen as the Mastermind for shock value and I do not approve - decides she has been away from her sewing machine for long enough and starts working on projects for all of her classmates. This means MAKEOVERS because I said so.

Last ditch effort, Monokuma reveals that Sakura is the traitor because she hasn’t killed anybody yet. Sakura’s like: “I’m really sorry but like he has my family so I didn’t really have a choice. He’ll probably kill me soon, but I’m not gonna kill any of you.” Kyoko and Makoto immediately decide that this isn’t acceptable, and decide to try and put an end to the killing game.

Big ass investigation takes place and the students enter their first Class Trial, everyone is still alive. Things happen and the Mastermind is revealed to be Jin Kirigiri because he would’ve made so much more sense than Junko, and if a single persona asks me to elaborate I will.

Everyone makes it out alive, and this tremendous victory is shown to be a beacon of Hope to the rest of the world. The Future Foundation is established, with far more power behind it this time, and Hope’s Peak is turned into a proper sanctuary for people who haven’t yet fallen into despair.

Bing Bang Boom everybody’s alive and the world is healing you’re welcome everybody.

[tallulah477]

loving how fleshed out this royalty au is getting KFNFNFDN and see i cant be descriptive like u my brain cant do all that LMFAO i love ur writing style for this and overall

but oml i imagine their first time would be after a heated argument its midnight everyone but the guards and a few employees are asleep and here loak and princess!reader are having a huge argument (basically a lot of confessing of how they both didnt want this marriage to be a thing stuff like that) and theres a quick pause between them bc theyre catching their breaths from arguing sm and they just start full on making out though princess!reader is super inexperienced and os trying to keep up with loak whose had a few one night stands here and there

loak telling her how pretty she looks pissed off at him (and everyone), how no one would put up with her attitude (not even neteyam) but him bc he finds it hot lw — meanwhile her brain is malfunctioning bc hes touching her everywhere and its getting her all hot

and when they do start fucking? as much as i would like for him to be put in her place for being a brat i 100% believe he would be super soft (yet still dominate) their first time, loak who already has had a few ons and is usually just there to fuck and dip actually takes his time with his future wife

eating her out, fingering her trying to stretch her out to fit him while his other hand was on her stomache to pin her down and shes covering her mouth so they wont get caught

and when he puts it in he goes slow, watching her reaction, kissing her temple, cheeks, eyelids anywhere saying shes taking him so well, how she was made for him, how he cant wait to have more nights like this with her - lots of praises which she cant handle bc shes not use too it and shes getting all flustered as shes getting fucked lol her nails digging into his forearms or going down his back - her eyes rolling to the back if her head bc he feels so good and so full

and loak making out with her so she wont moan too loud (he doesnt really care if they caught but she knows her reputation within high society is kind of bad so anything to avoid a scandal for his future wife <333)

— 🤍

The way this past week has kept me so busy and all I could think about was your asks 😩 😩 😩

Me too, babes! I’m living for this AU lmao. Idk though, you seem like you’re doing a great job at being descriptive 👀 but I’m glad that you’re liking my input. I think we make a good team!

Everyone knows you’re the mastermind behind this AU though, I’m just here for the ride lol 🧡

Catch up on the story:

Part One | Part Two | Part Three | Part Four | Part Five

Extra: One | Two

CW:// Smut

Their emotions are so high!

This has been a long time coming - it's been nearly a year of back and forth. Nearly a year of glaring, of snide comments and sneering remarks as they're forced together 'for the good of the kingdom'. Nearly a year of heated arguments and even more heated glances that catch on the a long column of throat or the swell of a breast.

It's getting close to that time when Jake and Neytiri are set to step down from the throne. Both Lo'ak and Princess are old enough to take their place. Princess has been trained her whole life for this, she's ready - knows the ins and outs of royal life and how to handle foreign dignitaries and council issues without even having to bat her perfectly curled eyelashes. Lo'ak, on the other hand . . . well, he's good enough. He still learning; it will take YEARS for him to fully learn everything that Neteyam had been taught to do and handle since the moment he was born. But he's getting there - he's much smarter and more capable than his parents or Princess ever give him credit for.

But it's still intense. Nerves are getting the better of them, their anxiety is through the roof. The stress that they're going to fuck up somehow is making them worried and frustrated and they're snapping at each other even more than usual. If Lo'ak messes up, it's going to be proof to him and his parents (and the entire kingdom) that he will never be as good as his brother, and he hates that he can't even go one day without being compared to Neteyam. If Princess messes up, her life is over. Lo'ak would be upset if he messed up, but he would be okay. But she's a woman, and worse - she's a woman trying to maintain a position of power. She already has people rooting for her to fail. If this goes south for her, just one mess up, and she's done.

So they're both not feeling their best when they return to their rooms after their official engagement ball. They were paraded around, told to be quiet, to stick to the speeches written for them, to "Smile, for God's sake! Can you at least act like you like each other?"

The were forced to roam the ballroom, arm and arm, large smiles plastered on their faces as they talk to important person after important person, answering the same questions over and over and over again.

"Are you excited? You should feel very blessed,"

"How do you feel stepping into your brother's shoes?"

"Have you heard from Prince Neteyam at all?"

"Is it true he ran away with a maid?"

"How long after your marriage and coronation can we expect an heir?"

They danced together, bodies moving to the rhythm of the perfectly performed orchestra as they twirl together almost seamlessly across the shiny ballroom floor. Their eyes don't leave each other as they dance, spinning to the music and seeming to notice nothing else around them except for each other before the coda plays and the dance comes to an end. They bow and curtsey respectively, eyes narrowing briefly at the other as they both try to push the annoying thought of how effortless the entire piece was and what that might signify.

Lo'ak's not in his room for five minutes when a knock on the door sounds. He's still in his fancy clothes, and the only thing he's managed to remove is his waistcoat. He's still working on unbuttoning his ruffled shirt when Princess's maid enters his bedchamber.

"My Prince, my Princess is requesting your presence,"

Lo'ak frowns. "For what?"

"She would like to discuss with you some matters regarding tomorrow's meeting with the council members,"

"No," Lo'ak scoffs. "I'm tired. We can talk tomorrow."

The older woman nods, understanding. "Yes, my Prince. However, my Lady does want me to insist and remind you that she has been training for this life far longer than you have and it is within your best interest to heed her suggestions,"

Lo'ak's hands drop from his shirt, a deep growl bursting from his throat at the slight coming from an infuriating girl currently located across the castle. He barrels past the maid, cutting through hallways until he's outside Princess's door. His knock is rough and angry, and she's still in her ball gown when she answers, a small smirk playing at her lips with a cocky, "Oh, good. You're here,"

"You summoned me?"

She has about two seconds to gloat and take pride in his pissed off expression before he's yelling at her. Harsh words spill from his lips - "you're a spoiled brat" "you're nothing without me" "You wouldn't have this chance anymore since Neteyam left if not for me,". The words aren't new, he's said them before - but this time they hit harder, and her carefully crafted visage of complete emotional stability and self control come crumbling down around them.

She's yelling at him back, interrupting his scathing words and spitting her own about how he'll never be like his brother, how if she leaves then it will be on him to look as a failure in front of his father, how she doesn't even want this marriage, never wanted it, but she has to if she ever wants any kind of a life.

They're both breathing heavy when the yelling stops, glaring daggers at each other as they try to calm their breathing. She can't help when her eyes trail down to his torso, taking in the fully unbuttoned shirt hanging open around his muscular chest, mixed metal necklaces contrasting nicely against his dark skin. His eyes are on her too, locked onto the soft swell of her breasts heaving in the tight corset top of her dress.

It's pure instinct as they come together, neither one making the active decision to lunge forward and press their lips together. Yet, here they are - in the middle of the quiet hallway, Lo'ak gripping Princess's face in his hands as her own latch onto the strong muscles of his arms through his frilly shirt.

Lo'ak's mouth on hers is sure and practiced, moving against hers with the expertise of someone who has had his fair share of women. He licks at the seam of her own trembling lips, letting out a soft breath at the shaky moan he receives for his efforts and bites gently at her plump bottom lip.

Princess's head is reeling, nervousness and desire pooling in her chest and making her shake against him. She doesn't know what she's doing, and it shows through her inexperience as she desperately tries to keep up with Lo'ak as his tongue curls against hers. And, despite the heated screaming match that brought them to this point, he's surprisingly gentle with her.

It's only when they part, just enough for them to breath, that Princess realizes they're now alone in her room. At some point during their kissing, Lo'ak must have walked them in and closed the door behind them, shielding them from any prying eyes who may have stumbled upon them even in the dead of night. She feels something build in her heart at the realization he did it for her.

She doesn't expect to lose her virginity that night. She always thought it would happen on her wedding day and even then it would be something that she has to do - an obligation that comes with the role of a future Queen. She's never wanted someone like that before.

But here with Lo'ak, it's different. He's looking at her, head tilted down as she stares up at him, his dark eyes boring into hers so dark she can practically see her own flushed reflection starting back at her. And she wants.

And then they're kissing again, slow and gentle and oh so good. Her hands slide up the flat planes of his stomach, fingertips caressing the soft skin so lightly as she drags them up and around that they tickle his ribs. His hands are back on her face, large palms cradling her cheeks, thumbs dragging slowly under her eyes as she sighs into his mouth.

Without thinking, her hands push off his opened shirt, sliding the fabric from his shoulders. His lips move down to her neck, kissing at the delicate skin and sucking on her hammering pulse point as she gasps. His hands move to the back of her dress, playing with the zigzagging ties and loosening them up with skilled fingers. She holds her breath as her dress slides off, self-consciously avoiding Lo'ak's gaze as he marvels at her naked body.

"You're so beautiful," He whispers, breathless, and she knows he means it.

He prepares her properly, like a true gentleman. Licking up her juices as he eats her out, sucking on her clit to hear her pretty moans but biting on her thigh in reprimand when she gets too loud. His tongue dips inside her and her thighs squeeze his head as she shoves her hand over her own mouth in an effort to quiet herself.

He makes her cum twice before he even gets his pants off. Once on his tongue, his eyes rolling back into his head at the taste of her orgasm, and once on his fingers, carefully pushing them into her drenched cunt, mindful of the fact that she's nervous and definitely hasn't done this before. His fingers curl inside her, thumb playing with her clit as he stretches her out to take his cock, whispering sweet praises in her ear about how perfect she is, how she's so fucking beautiful when she's angry and how hot he gets for her when she's pissed at him.

And when he pushes inside her, groaning in pleasure at the feel of her wet, warm walls hugging his cock, he kisses the tears from her face and praises her more. He tells her how he's dreamed about her, how she's doing such a good job, being such a good girl for him and taking him so well. He starts up a slow tempo, a gentle rocking of his hips against hers as he moves inside her, cock dragging against her gummy walls as she whines and moans, nails digging into his back as she tries to pull him even closer, overwhelmed by the very feel of him. She feels so good, so full - so so full. His cock is so deep inside her, rubbing a special spot inside her that she didn't know she had but makes her see stars.

"You wouldn't have been happy with Neteyam," He moans, and he shocks himself with how quickly the realization hits him. "You were made for me,"

(HELP the way this is long enough to be an actual fic lmao)

(Side note: what does lw mean?? Cannot for the life of me figure it out 😂)

[dangans-ur-ronpas]

Chapter 5

kyoko time kyoko time

SEE HERE FOR GENERAL WARNINGS AND FIC SUMMARY

Some pre-chapter notes:

Byakuya and Kyoko immediate antagonism GO

They just keep walking circles around each other going. 'Suspicious...' "You're suspicious. I'm normal."

Istg I'm gonna figure out how to work Togiri into this. I swear for my Tonaegiri heart I will

Content warning tags: non-graphic description of death and bodies, canon deaths (sorry Sayaka and Leon)

< previous - from start - next >

Sayaka Maizono is dead.

Byakuya finds he's not incredibly surprised. She was the most desperate, after all, and incredibly resourceful and cunning. It made sense that she would try escaping first, at the expense of everyone else's lives. It was the sort of thing he might respect in a rival, the will to put everything on the line for the sake of an ambition.

But there was very little respect now that she was gone. Her body, slumped in the shower and dyed with the brightness of blood, was nothing more than an ugly smear against the gray tile. The sickly, metallic tang of her blood turned his stomach. She had died in Naegi’s dorm, of all places, and it left the boy shocked, and he had apparently fainted dead away at the sight. Hagakure had carried him away to the gymnasium, and now Enoshima was stiffly herding all the others in the same direction.

He leaves the room, breathing shallowly to avoid the smell, and nearly collides with Kirigiri. The mystery student. 

“Excuse me.” Her voice was nigh emotionless, and he suspected her face was the same. She tries to sidestep him, and he refuses to move.

“Where do you think you’re going?” He had stopped by the room after Naegi had taken a ridiculous amount of time to return, and found the door ajar and the boy slumped, and the body. Ishimondo had joined him shortly, and after a short bout of terrified screams, general panic, and one extremely-pleased-sounding announcement over the intercoms, they were now being urged into one place. Kirigiri was no exception to this.

“I want to take a look at the scene,” She replies bluntly. “Before anyone can tamper with it.”

“I doubt that the Mastermind would let that happen.” He counters. “From what we can tell, he’s established this as a game, and I doubt he’d go so far as to purposely interfere with the rules of it just yet.” No matter how deranged or despicable their circumstances were, the one behind this all was clearly a lunatic. And lunatics, especially capable ones, tended to follow their own set of rules strictly, even while disregarding everything else.

“You sound quite certain of that.” Her voice is as neutral as ever, but the words sound almost accusatory. He fixes her with a glare.

“And you sound quite certain that you will be unscathed after disobeying the Mastermind’s clear orders.” He retorts dryly. If she plans to implicate him in anything, he can do the same to her. “Shall we go?”

He holds his arm out in a mockery of a polite gesture, offering to lead her away. She ignores it, as he expects, and instead turns around on her heel and walks out, following the others. He closes the front door quietly as he leaves, and stays a foot behind them, eyes fixed on the swaying white blot of her hair.

Everything proceeds roughly how he could expect it to.

Upon waking up, Naegi was bombarded with questions and accusations, all of which he fumbled through desperately. He sounded distraught, and at some points, close to tears; even when Byakuya calmly pointed out that it would be a stupid decision for a killer to commit a murder in his own room, and then do nothing about clearly visible evidence afterwards, he was still despondent, and others were still suspicious.

What Byakuya hadn’t expected was the death of Junko Enoshima. Apparently, the world-famous gyaru couldn’t stand one more second being told what to do, and was then impaled by Monokuma’s order. Her body was left in the center of the room, covered by a tarp that Monokuma tossed carelessly over her. From what he could tell, she had seemed so in control before, piercing voice loud and brazen, but always trying to get along with the others. The sudden outburst wasn’t entirely out of character, but was surprising.

Whatever the case, there were more pressing matters at hand. As Monokuma so helpfully reminded them, they needed to discover the real culprit behind the murder, so as to avoid a mass execution. Ogami and Owada volunteered to guard the scene, and some of the others were currently wandering, scouring the halls for evidence and clues. Naegi stops Byakuya before heading to his room, catching him alone in the hallway.

“I’m going to go investigate,” He says immediately, his fingers pinching on the edge of Byakuya’s jacket sleeve.

“...And?” Byakuya jerks his arm away, irritated. “So go.”

“I just thought, I should let you know, since I won’t be able to-”

“I wasn’t expecting you to do anything for me. Not when you’re currently suspect number one.” He glances around, for any bystanders who might notice. “I won’t be able to help you anyways, so there’s no point in sticking near me. Go do what you need to.”

“But-”

Byakuya just barely refrains from rolling his eyes. “Stop clinging to me. It’s annoying.” He snaps. “You won’t be of any use if you die, and our deal will be forfeit. Is that what you want?”

That seems to do the trick. Naegi shrinks away. “I was just-never mind. Thanks, Byakuya.” And he scurries off.

As odd as ever. But he did make for a surprisingly courteous servant, thanking Byakuya for permission to tend to other matters. Byakuya debates for a moment on what to do with his time; he didn’t feel entirely at ease leaving the case entirely in the hands of others, but there was also little he could do, realistically.

Byakuya turns the corner, with the intention of getting some food at least, before he suddenly finds himself face to face with Kirigiri again.

“...What do you want.” He glares at her, to no response, as expected. Kirigiri put him off, even more so than Naegi. Her intentions were entirely unclear.

“Are you going to investigate?” She asks instead. He blinks, surprised. He’d been expecting her to call him out on the strange, hurried interaction he’d just had with Naegi; he wouldn’t put it past her to eavesdrop.

“No.” He responds before he can rethink the answer, but then decides it would be better this way. Better not to lie and then have to try and save face during the trial, when he didn’t have any real input to share. “If you’ll excuse me-”

He moves to step around her, only to find her blocking his way again. He fights down a flare of irritation. “What.”

“Why?” Her voice gives away nothing, but her head tilts slightly. He frowns, and she clarifies. “Why aren’t you going to investigate?”

“Why should I?”

“I thought you would be more interested,” She turns, scanning the hallways. A few people are in the hallway of the dorm rooms, though none seem particularly interested in them. Her voice drops anyways. “After all, it involves Makoto.”

He feels a cold chill run up his back, and he grits his teeth. “Why should that matter to me?” He crosses his arms. “We have no relation.”

“Don’t you? You were quick to defend him earlier.” How did she notice that? He hadn’t been intending to appear as Naegi’s supporter, only as someone laying down logic and rationale amidst a crowd of fools. “And a little earlier. When the two of you were alone-”

“Enough.” He says sharply. Thankfully, none of the others around seemed to notice nor care. “Whatever you are assuming, I assure you, you are entirely wrong. I have my own reasons not to involve myself with this trial.”

“Hm. I see.” He moves to step around her, and she lets him, finally. He makes it a full meter away before he hears: “I didn’t realize the Togami heir would be uninterested in such things.”

It sounds like a challenge, and for a moment Byakuya almost snaps at it. There was nothing he, a Togami, could not do - and anything that he could not do meant that he was not a Togami.

But he bites the inside of his cheek and forces himself to calm, turning to face her. He was too on edge, getting too easily riled up by such petty words. “My interests are above your understanding,” He replies, words clipped and cold. “And solving such a petty murder is below me.”

“You act like you’ve already solved it.” Kirigiri muses. The implications of her words ring silently.

“I don’t need to solve it. It’s clear it was done out of desperation. The culprit was bound to have left enough evidence to implicate themself, even without my assistance.” He raises a challenging eyebrow. “Is there a reason why you would rather waste my time, rather than assisting with the investigation? I thought you were so eager to begin earlier, but here you are now.”

If she was going to make baseless allegations towards him, then he could do the same. Blind or not, he would not be unmatched in a verbal spar. He can’t hear anyone around them, and wonders if they had all cleared off, or were watching silently.

Kirigiri doesn’t respond, and instead steps towards him. For a moment he wonders if she’s about to lunge, and belatedly realizes he can’t see her face, or read her expressions at all. He has no idea if she was angry or not, or if she was the kind of person to be easily set off by that anger - he would assume not, but he had already been surprised earlier that day by Enoshima’s sudden and tragic outburst - and he takes a step back, suddenly wary.

But all she does is brush past him in the direction of Naegi’s room. And he watches her until the door closes behind her. Only then, does he let himself breathe.

The trial finds Leon Kuwata, Ultimate Baseball Player, guilty of the murder.

Byakuya watches the screaming boy be dragged off, and listens to the desperate scratch of his nails against the collar on his neck and the squeak of his sneakers against the floor as he’s pulled away. He watches a blur of white projectiles fly around Kuwata’s body like a blizzard, the haphazard sprays of blood, and then the limp, broken corpse that’s left behind after the onslaught, dangling limply from the pole.

He won’t ever say he’s grateful for the appalling state of his vision. But at this moment, he does feel somewhat relieved to have been spared the uglier details. Kuwata’s screams had been so visceral and loud.

Naegi is frenzied with rage and grief. He had lunged at Monokuma, only narrowly held back by Kirigiri, and the bear had only laughed hysterically at it all. The other students were in various states of shock and horror, and more than one of them was sobbing from fear. Byakuya stood amidst it all, observing quietly.

“It seems like Mr. Affluent wasn’t impressed!” Monokuma hums, seemingly materializing next to him. “Are my executions not to your level, hmm?”

“I can’t imagine anyone would be impressed by such vulgar displays.” He replies stiffly. He watches Kirigiri pull Naegi to the side, talking to him. One hand placed on the boy’s shoulder, as if in comfort. Were they discussing Maizono? The execution? Byakuya himself?

“Hm? Not paying attention to your Headmaster? That’s noooo good!” Monokuma wheedles, and Byakuya scoffs. It wasn’t like there was a rule against it, and there wasn’t any point in acknowledging the stupid bear. “Hey, hey, heeyy! Blech, you’re no fun. What are you looking at that’s so interesting?”

“...Nothing.” He turns away, and begins walking towards the exit. “The execution is over. Can we leave?”

“Puhuhu, in quite the rush, aren’t you? Doesn’t your heart stir just a bit for your lost comrades?” Monokuma snickers, and though Byakuya had first thought Owada and Enoshima foolish for trying to physically provoke the little robot, he now found himself tempted to punt the thing. “Fiiine, then! Go ahead and wait for your classmates in the elevator, if you’re in such a hurry. But it won’t start moving until everyone’s on! …Well, almost everyone, puhu!”

He walks past a few of the others. Fujisaki is particularly distraught, being comforted by Asahina and Ogami. Owada is uttering a stream of curses under his breath, and Ishimondo, for once, isn’t reprimanding him for it, instead standing in rapt horror. Fukawa - he scans the courtroom, and then spies a dark purple shape in the edge of his periphery - is behind him, plodding along almost silently, and she jerks to attention when she sees him noticing her. “Um, I…”

He turns back around and continues walking, ignoring her. Kirigiri was guiding Naegi back to the elevator. The other man seemed to still be stunned by everything that had just happened.

“...You seem unaffected.” Kirigiri says, and it takes a moment to realize she’s addressing him. Byakuya scoffs.

“How funny of you to notice. Monokuma said the same thing.” He deadpans. Their other classmates are still straggling over, helping each other towards the elevator. “I’ve seen worse things. I’m not sure what your excuse is.” 

“It’s probably similar to yours.” His eyes dart to her, but she is as indecipherable as ever to him. He wonders if she was more articulate than she sounds.

He doesn’t bother uttering another word, as the rest of the class files in and the elevator shakes to a start.

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You’re villain Diantha au gave me an idea for my own fantasy au. Lysandre pulled all the strings behind Diantha’s employment/appointment to becoming a bamf knight. He wants Xerneas and Yveltal to destroy Galar. He needs Diantha because he knows Drasna (the ruler of Kalos) doesn’t trust him. He needs Diantha because he knows Drasna is a kind soul. He knows how Diantha grew up in the streets, so Drasna has sympathy for her. Diantha also has connections to Diancie. Lysandre knows how Diancie is a ruler to the Carbink. If he has control over Diantha, he has control of Diancie. If he has control over Diancie, he has control of Carbink. If he has control of Carbink, he has control of commerce. The Carbink and Kalosians have a symbiotic relationship. The Carbink make materials that helped with Kalos’s trade. I’ve always thought The great weapon Az built was made of old, dead Carbink. This is also another thing Kalosians use because Carbink don’t like seeing dead friends, and they live underground.

Anyways, back to Lysandre. Lysandre uses and manipulates Diantha. Sycamore, Lysandre’s childhood friend, knows what Lysandre is doing. He tries to get Diantha to stop, but Diantha, headstrong and stubborn, tries to convince Sycamore to join them. He doesn’t. Sycamore gathers some gym leaders to stop Lysandre. They do, but Diantha continues Lysandre’s mission. The abuse, such as burning her and guilt-tripping her, and manipulation controls her.

So, Diantha is a misguided villain. Lysandre tells Drasna that Diantha will continue his plans. Drasna gets her son/nephew, Raihan (they are definitely related) to help them, so it’s Galar and Kalos vs Lysandre and Rose.

Diantha breaks Lysandre out of prison.

Lysandre’s like: “thank you, Diantha. I will make sure to reward you.”

Then Diantha just straight up kills him. “Yeah, I’m free from you now. I’ll be doing my own thing.” She gets Rose under her finger. She puppetmasters Rose into revealing all his plans. She recreates, and even improves upon, the ultimate weapon. She doesn’t fire it right away. She uses it as a tactic to conquer Unova. She uses N’s abilities to obtain Reshiram and Zekrom. She fuses them with Kyurem to make the original dragon. She then reigns hellfire upon the Indigo Disk area (i forgot the name). It’s Iris, with her training from Lance and Alder, who finally defeats Diantha. Iris reminds Diantha of her roots. She (Diantha) stops her tyranny because she realizes this wasn’t what she wants. She gets the original dragon to destroy the Ultimate weapon. She frees the Swords of Justice and captures Ghetsis to protect N. She sees herself in Iris and N. She gets Drasna to adopt them.

It’s through Diantha that Unova and Kalos are allies. She’s basically a catalyst for making worldwide alliances.

Anyways, Galar time. Rose wants power for more progress. He wants to colonize people to progress the world. Rose basically conquers all of the Japanese inspired regions for the sake of progress. He gets Lysadre to help gather the energy from Xerneas and Yveltal. With Eternatus’s power, Rose wants to skip the Industrial Revolution. Leon, Raihaan, Sonia and Nessa are the ones who fight against Rose. Raihaan gathers Kanto/Johto characters to get out of slavery. Leon gets Kalos in place of Raihaan. Nessa, a bit of spoiled brat and mastermind, gets Kabu to get Hoenn’s support. Sonia uses Zacian and Zamazenta to fight Eternatus. The Galar Rivals fight Eternatus with Zamazenta and Zacian. Hop deals the final blow because of the stuff he’ll go through.

That was a lot of writing. Hope you’re having a good day. Kalos probably will change due to Legends ZA coming out. I just rewrote everything for Kalos right before the presents dropped, so this was kinda pointless, but whatever. I prepared for Johto/Kanto or Unova section to be rewritten, but I guess we’re going back to Kalos.

Oh damn bcsnbdjs

Okay that's a lot hahahah

But still girlboss Dia will always be👌

I thought she'd really be the one to like, conquer everything but ig that's on me bc of my lil villain au brainrot hahaha

That's dope tho👀👀

[bro-atz]

1024UB CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT: NOW HE'S CRYING

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Ever since seeing Gyuri so depressed the other night, San got more restless. It took everything in him to not confront Seonghwa himself and tell him everything he’s putting Gyuri through, but he didn’t want to start anything in the group, nor did he want to upset Gyuri further.

He didn’t even know if it was okay for him to contact her. He wanted to ask her to meet up and resume their normal relationship, but given the words they exchanged and then the breakdown Gyuri had, he decided it would be best for them to take a little break from their usual relationship and keep their friendship more casual. It seemed like a load off, but it only left San hot and bothered. He hated that.

A new group formed after everything that had happened over the past several weeks: the Anti-Bora Club, or ABC. The group was pretty much all of the boys who convinced Gyuri to tell Seonghwa to break up with Bora, so Hongjoong, Wooyoung, Yeosang, Mingi, and himself. They all usually met at Ze Cafe when Wooyoung and Hongjoong were working, which seemed to be pretty often lately.

“Do you guys not have any other coworkers?” San asked Wooyoung and Hongjoong; he was the first one there. “I feel like you pretty much work here every single day.”

“Well, at least one of us is here every day, which is probably why it feels like we’re always here. It’s just how the manager organizes the schedule,” Hongjoong explained.

“Oh, that makes more sense.”

“Technically we are always here even if we’re not working,” Wooyoung pointed out. “This is our normal hangout spot after all.”

“I guess you’re right,” Hongjoong agreed.

Seconds later, Yeosang and Mingi showed up. The five boys stood around and talked, Hongjoong or Wooyoung occasionally leaving the conversation to deal with a customer. They were just talking about life, and they finally got onto the topic of Seonghwa as the club usually did. San wasn’t necessarily excited about the topic this time around, but he did have a lot of grievances on his chest that he wanted to get off.

“I’m kind of glad that they’re hanging out all the time. I was worried that their friendship was never going to recover,” Wooyoung said.

“Me too, I think—” Hongjoong cut himself off as two customers approached the register. He went to take care of their orders.

“I’m not,” San stated. The other four boys looked at him, each with a different expression on their face. Honestly, San was mainly frustrated that he lost his friend-with-benefits, but he couldn’t admit that to them— it would completely expose their relationship, and he did not want or need that right now. “I just… He hurt her so bad! If someone did that to me, I would never ever talk to them again. I don’t like seeing how much time they spend together.”

“What’s it to you? She got her best friend back. I’m sure if she didn’t want him back in her life she wouldn’t have let him,” Wooyoung shook his head.

“No, I have to agree with San. She was crying so much because of him. I’ve never seen her like that, ever. He shouldn’t just pretend like nothing happened,” Yeosang explained.

“Yeah, it was definitely upsetting even because Hwa’s never been like that before either,” Mingi added.

“What?” Wooyoung furrowed his eyebrows in confusion.

“Oh, right, you weren’t there to see how it went down. He completely insulted Gyu and said Bora was much better than her, and then he basically ended their friendship. It was scary seeing Hwa like that…” Yeosang filled the boy in.

Hongjoong returned at the end of Yeosang’s explanation and said, “At the end of the day, he’s still our friend. We’re the Rides-Or-Dies. We’ll never split like that. Also, I think you guys are forgetting that Bora was the evil mastermind behind the whole thing! We should really be blaming her, not Hwa; and at least he’s trying to make amends,” Hongjoong pretty much ended the discussion with that.

The club seemed to be satisfied with that, but San was not. He was definitely a lot more involved with Gyuri than the other boys could even fathom, but again, he did not dare say anything about their relationship to anyone, at least not until he and Gyuri figured out what they were going to do about their situation-ship.

Since he was still frustrated and couldn’t bring himself to contact her, San decided to go to the gym. He was pleasantly surprised to see Jongho arrive at the gym at the same time as him, so he asked Jongho to spot him as he bench-pressed his pain away.

“I don’t understand how you can do more than five reps of this heavy weight,” Jongho said with complete shock. “I also can’t believe that you’re not built like a bodybuilder.”

“Bodybuilders live at the gym, I don’t,” San said, although at that rate he was bound to be living at the gym.

“I really think you should add some cardio into the mix. You should keep things balanced otherwise you’ll end up top heavy.”

“Yeah, okay,” San said; he had no intention of doing so because he didn’t want to be at the gym more than he had to.

Even after his intense workout with Jongho, San still felt the frustration burn within him. He took a nice, long shower in hopes to extinguish some of the frustration, but that definitely didn’t work, even though he really catered towards himself while taking that long shower— he was definitely grateful that Yunho was not home at that time. Finally, he decided that he should just go to the girls’ apartment. He hadn’t texted Gyuri that he was going to come over because he was still unsure of what would happen, and he preferred to do things like that face to face.

When he arrived, Gyuri was not home, but Iseul was. She was sitting on the couch in front of the television watching some sitcom. She barely turned her head to look at him— her eyes were really glued to the television. “Hey, San,” she managed to get out as she continued to stare at the screen.

“Hey, is Gyuri home?”

“No, not yet.”

“Oh…”

San was about to leave when Iseul paused the show and said, “She should be back soon if you want to just chill out for a second.”

San ended up joining Iseul on the couch. The episode Iseul was watching ended, and instead of going to the next one, she paused and turned to San. “What’s up, San?” she asked.

“Nothing, really…”

“Come on, you look like you have something stuck on your mind.”

“Well… I have been thinking about bleaching my hair,” San admitted; he wasn’t lying. He really did want to bleach his hair, but he had been sitting on the idea for a while.

“That sounds hot! Do it,” Iseul nodded her head.

“Really? You think so?”

“Yes, do it.”

Fidgeting, San asked his follow-up question, “…Do you think Gyu will like it?”

“I’m going to punch you,” San flinched as Iseul really did prepare herself to punch him. “If you want to bleach your hair, then do it! Don’t worry about what she thinks.”

“I’m going to worry, Iseul.”

Iseul rolled her eyes and said, “Okay fine. She’ll think it’s hot.”

“Don’t just say that for the sake of saying it! Will she actually—”

“Yes, you annoying child! I know her, and I know she’ll like that,” Iseul ended his worries.

San went silent for a couple of seconds before Iseul started speaking again, “I know you’re angry about Seonghwa, and you’re right to be angry with him.”

His eyes wide, San stared at Iseul, unblinking. “How do you figure?” he managed to get out.

“I mean, look at him. He’s really trying to pretend like everything is normal… it’s concerning because I don’t think he apologized to Gyu enough.”

“I don’t know, Iseul… It’s not like we hang out with them all the time… What if he did?” San voiced his anxieties.

“Shut the fuck up. Stop play devil’s advocate. Seonghwa did horrible things, and that’s that.”

“Sorry… Joong’s been trying to get all of us to trust Hwa again.”

Iseul nodded knowingly. She looked around herself suspiciously, not that anyone was around and going to eavesdrop on their conversation, but she took the precautions anyway before dropping her voice and saying, “I don’t think I should be telling you this, but Gyu hasn’t been dealing with this Hwa shit all that well.”

“Yeah, I know. I saw her the other day when you called me,” San was a little confused.

“No, like since then, it’s gotten worse.”

“What do you mean?”

“She’ll, like, come back from their hangouts with such a fake smile, and then I hear her just sighing all the goddamn time. I feel for the girl, but if she sighs one more time, I may put my head or her head through a wall,” San could hear Iseul’s teeth grind.

“Hey, your teeth, don’t do that,” San placed a hand on her knee.

Iseul’s jaw unclenched. She shook her head and exhaled sharply through her nose. She made intense eye contact with San to the point where San felt like his retinas were going to burn. Her voice even lower than before, she said deathly serious, “Another thing, but you have to swear to me that you will not under any circumstance tell Gyu what I’m about to tell you.”

San couldn’t even bring himself to answer— that’s how scary Iseul looked at that moment. He settled for nodding and pursing his lips. Iseul continued, “One day, when Gyu wasn’t home, Hwa stopped by looking for her. I told him that she wasn’t here, and his face changed so fast.”

“Changed? How did it change?” San whispered.

“He went from being the Hwa we usually see to this controlling, possessive Hwa— well, those are actually strong words, but his eyebrows were so intense that even I got flustered.”

“Okay…?”

“Then, he sat down next to me, the same way we are now, and he told me that he’s had feelings for Gyu for a while.”

“What the fuck?!” San choked on his spit and spiraled into a coughing fit. Iseul immediately got up and returned with water to help him stop choking. “Thanks,” San croaked weakly.

Iseul continued with, “Yeah, and get this, he’d been crushing on her since they were in high school—”

“High school?!” Whatever water was in San’s mouth completely dispersed, Iseul dodging the water attack just in time. She handed him the tissue box to clean up his face.

“He said he just never made a move because he wasn’t sure how she felt, and then slowly over time, more girls starting paying attention to him, but he still only really liked Gyu.”

“Jesus Fucking Christ,” San could not believe what he was hearing.

“And then Bora came into the picture and fucked with his head. Apparently she had been interested in him for weeks, and she didn’t like how close he was with Gyu, so she literally lied to him to get him to kind of turn to her.”

“What lies?” San truly felt like he were a housewife or one of the neighborhood grannies in that moment.

“Okay, so technically they weren’t actually lies. She saw the two of you getting together, and that’s when she saw her chance. Of course, now Hwa thinks that the two of you together is a lie, but back then he went to Bora for comfort.”

“Wait… huh?”

“So, when Hwa got clarity that Bora was toxic and manipulative, he thought that everything that came out of her mouth was a lie, so you two being together is a lie in his eyes.”

San’s jaw dropped. He truly didn’t know what to do in that situation other than just gawk at the girl in front of him. He felt all of his energy getting drained from his body as he sank into the couch, Iseul patting his thigh sympathetically. When he was finally able to close his jaw, San murmured half to himself and half to Iseul, “Is it my fault that Gyu got hurt by him…?”

“Don’t be ridiculous! No one knows or knew about the two of you. Bora’s just so evil and manipulative that she literally stalked Gyu out, only to see the two of you together—”

“Yes, but if I never started hooking up with Gyuri, then she and Seonghwa would have still been friends… or maybe even more than that…”

“It’s still not your fault! If Seonghwa trusted Gyuri, then an outsider like Bora shouldn’t have been able to get into his head, and if Seonghwa were half as bold as you, then he could’ve made a move on Gyuri well before you two even had the chance to hook up.”

San didn’t know how to process any of that— the only thing that he could think about was that he was partially to blame for Gyuri’s sadness. He didn’t realize that his actions would have consequences on her, and even though she willingly entered this relationship with him, he still felt guilty that he split two people apart. He leaned forward and buried his face in his hands. His hands moved up and clenched the roots of his hair as Iseul did her best to calm the boy by patting and rubbing his back.

The keypad to the apartment beeped, and the door opened.

“Hey, where’ve you been?” Iseul asked as she continued rubbing San’s back.

“Grocery shopping,” San heard her place the bags on the kitchen countertop with a light thud. He didn’t hear anything after that until Gyuri said, “Sannie? Are you okay?”

He didn’t respond. His mind was reeling, and he felt dizzy. He felt Iseul leave his side, only to be replaced by Gyuri. San felt her place a hand on the back of his head, her other hand resting on his knee. San moved his hands from his hair and pulled Gyuri into his chest, his arms wrapping around her tightly, but not so tight that he was squeezing the life out of the girl. She hugged him back, her hands resting on the small of his back. San could faintly hear a door close— he assumed it was Iseul either leaving the apartment or retreating to her room.

San tried his best to stay strong, but he felt his eyes well up with tears, and a couple of the tears managed to escape his eyes and fall on Gyuri’s shoulder. He felt her jolt in surprise in his arms, but she didn’t go anywhere. She stayed right there. She whispered in his ear, “San, what’s wrong?”

He moved back and softly bit his lower lip in hopes that it would stop his tears. Gyuri wiped the tears from his face the same way he’d done with her so many times in the past, and he felt comfort wash over him as Gyuri continued to let her fingertips linger on his skin. He managed to blink some of the tears away as he moved one of his hands up to the back of her head. Their lips touched softly, briefly over and over again. He couldn’t bring himself to kiss her more intensely than that, nor could he bring himself to stop kissing her. San just wanted her to stay right there for as long as possible.

At some point, he stopped kissing her and leaned away. He stared at her face long and hard. She looked concerned but also… Well, he didn’t know how else to describe the look on her face other than caring. “San-ah,” she whispered. “Tell me what’s wrong.”

He didn’t. He promised Iseul that he wouldn’t say a word about all the information she just gave him. San just hugged her once more and managed to get out, “Just let me keep hugging you, please.”

The anxieties and thoughts that swarmed his head earlier dissolved as he hovered above her in her bed. They somehow made it to her bedroom, and instead of him kissing her softly, she pulled him in for slower, deeper kisses, her hand resting on his cheek, her fingers grazing his ear. His hands rested on waist lightly before wrapping around her back. He lowered himself and continued kissing her until the day turned to night, until they slept side by side, their foreheads pressed against each other, their hands wrapped around each other, their hearts beating together.

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Random Thoughts during the last two episodes of “The Wrong Jedi” Arc from “The Clone Wars”:

•Part three- Random thoughts during The Clone Wars S5:E19 “To Catch a Jedi”:

*Plo Koon knows that his baby daughter Ahsoka isn’t guilty.

*I get why Yoda chose Plo Koon and Anakin to go down to the lower depths to find Ahsoka; they would be the most likely candidates to talk her down from the ledge, but it still feels kind of underhanded.

*Ahsoka’s wanted poster is fierce AF. Just sayin’. Fierce AF.

*Notice that the first person Ahsoka thinks to call after the smoke clears is Barriss. Barriss seems legitimately concerned about Ahsoka’s safety. Don’t use the Jedi-com, Ahsoka. They’re watching.

*Oh Ahsoka, that cloak is not a great disguise. Your montails are literally sticking out of it. It’s adorable, but honestly… you’re not going to fool anybody.

*Ahsoka is a master of parkour.

*To hell with the bootlicking jerk on the train… Ahsoka is running from the cops because she’s being accused of a crime that she did not commit, and this dude is butting his nose in affairs that don’t concern him. Stay TF out of it.

*One should feel bad for Ahsoka at this point. She’s not thinking clearly at all. She’s cutting a hole in the roof of that elevator, and that Twi-lek kid is like, “um, use the button to stop it, dumbass.”

*Here come Ahsoka’s brothers again!

*Did Ahsoka get Ventress that pardon? That was a bold promise. I don’t think Ventress really cared. She felt bad for Ahsoka. It’s that gray coming through.

*Those looks that Ahsoka and Barriss give each other on that holo call. My god… the angst… It’s like they’re going to reach through the video somehow and kiss each other. I mean, look… look and give me one heterosexual explanation. I’ll wait:

It’s so gay, it’s ridiculous. Side note: Barriss has really f*^%ed up here. She’s still trying to save Ahsoka’s ass, but she sucks so badly at improvising that she has only succeeded in making everything monumentally worse for her.

*The hand-to-hand combat between Ahsoka and Ventress versus the Clones is so badass. Ventress goes straight feral. That move she does after Wolfe grabs her from behind…holy shit! She just growls, kicks the shit out of two clones and head butts Wolfe. Epic. “See? Didn’t kill a one. It’s the new me.”

*Barriss knocking Ventress out with the pipe to the head was savage. I still can’t tell if she’s trying to frame Ventress up as the mastermind behind the bombing, or if she thinks Ahsoka and Ventress are boning and she has decided to kick both their asses for it.

*Ahsoka has fought Ventress before. I think it’s odd that she doesn’t realize it’s not Ventress here even if Barriss is trying to mimic Ventress’s fighting style. Ventress does not stop talking shit when she duels someone. Barriss is silent.

*This is honestly a brutal ass-beating. It’s Barriss’s kicking Ahsoka into the wall over and over again for me. Ahsoka is clearly tired or something and is not fighting her best fight. Give her a break!

*Uh. It’s painful… Ahsoka just doesn’t know when to stop. She keeps getting up. Sometimes, I wish she would just stay down for a minute to recuperate.

*Aaaannnddd, Ahsoka falls right into the nano-droids. Barriss runs off as the Clones come to collect Ahsoka. *Face-palm* So either…

A.) Barriss loses her nerve, is afraid that she’s going to get caught and runs off leaving her girlfriend in an even worse predicament… because she is the worst improviser ever. Or…

B.) She’s convinced that Ahsoka is cheating with Ventress and has left her to rot. Either way, damn.

*Wolfe isn’t going to let you explain. Ahsoka is screwed.

•Part four- Random thoughts during The Clone Wars S5:E20 “The Wrong Jedi”:

*Padawan Tano is not going to get a fair trial. You heard it here first.

*Tarkin is truly awful. He has honestly had a problem with Ahsoka since The Citadel arc, and I know he’s loving all of this. F*^%ing fascist asshole.

*God, the Jedi council pisses me off here… I suppose it shouldn’t though. On the one hand, they are kowtowing to the senate. But, on the other, I mean, their hands really are tied. If it had just been the video recording of Ahsoka supposedly choking Letta, they may have been able to swing something, but between Barriss’s questionable improvising, and Ahsoka’s running, Ahsoka does look guilty AF.

*I tend to think Yoda, Obi-Wan, and Plo voted in Ahsoka’s favor.

*Ahsoka’s eyes are so sad. You can feel her stomachs drop. I don’t know why the temple guards had to be so rough yanking her padawan silka beads off either. Someone just please give her a hug and tell her that everything is going to be okay, even if you don’t believe it.

*Anakin having another Vader moment with Ventress.

*Anakin: How dare you compare yourself to Ahsoka!

Ventress: It’s true! My master abandoned me, and that’s exactly what you did to her… you and your precious Jedi Order.

Anakin: *Looking around like there are no lies detected in Ventress’s statement. Feeling that slippery slope.*

*Tarkin is aiming for the death penalty in this trial, and Ahsoka is only 17! He’s trying to put a kid to death for sedition. What a dick!

*You can tell Anakin is pissed when he gets to Barriss’s door. I’m surprised that he doesn’t kick it in, and force choke a confession out of her. He probably warned her before she and Ahsoka started dating. “Hurt her and I’ll end you.” Well, here we are.

*You are in trouble, Barriss.

*I love how Barriss is still trying to cast the blame back on Ventress. Like, no, baby, the gig is up.

*Anakin: *growling* Ahsoka trusted you and you betrayed her!

Barriss: I’ve learned that trust is overrated. The only thing the Jedi council believes in is violence.

That line… was it the cheating thing!? I’m so confused by that line. One thing that I do know about Jedi is that if they did decide to get into a forbidden relationship, they’d definitely be too autistic to cheat. Ahsoka is no exception.

*Barriss doesn’t fight with the same brutality against Anakin as she did with Ahsoka. It was almost as if she was toying with Ahsoka, and now she’s trying to save her own ass against Anakin.

*”Cease hostilities.” Oh Barriss, no.

*The end of the fight between Anakin and Barriss is my favorite part. It’s like Anakin grows tired of her bullshit, and starts raging. Like, the ONLY reason that he did not end her right there is because he needed her to go and confess to the crimes in front of the senate. You were warned, Barriss. You know you got that shovel talk.

*Anakin walks in right before that guilty verdict was handed down, and Ahsoka’s like, “Thank the force…”

*But…. It’s immediately doused with the realization that it’s…. “Barriss!? Oh shit!!”

*Someone help scrape Ahsoka’s jaw off the floor.

*Obi-Wan gives Barriss a death stare. He’s up in the peanut gallery thinking, “you stupid f*^%ing bitch.” Oh Barriss, you’ve officially lost the in-laws.

*You can tell Barriss is sorry immediately. The look she shoots Ahsoka *grits teeth*. Ahsoka is going to grow up to be the hottest lesbian in the Galaxy, and Barriss just fumbled their whole relationship. Ouch.

*Ugh, and you can tell Barriss just broke Ahsoka’s heart... I mean, look at her… she can’t even find joy in her exoneration:

This is the face of someone whose heart was just shattered into a million pieces.

*Ahsoka isn’t buying the Jedi council’s bullshit. I’m not confident that they’re knighting her here, but they did say that this was her great trial. Ahsoka doesn’t care. Ahsoka’s emotions are on 15.

*The moment Ahsoka “nopes” the return to the Jedi order still punches me in the gut. I’ve watch this arc half a dozen times, and it still hits. Jeeze. “I’m sorry master, but I’m not coming back.”

*Obi-Wan feels compelled to chase Anakin and Ahsoka down, but is stopped by Plo Koon. Oh, the emotion that Obi-Wan, Anakin AND Ahsoka would have had… knowing the three of them have zero control over their emotions combined would have been something else entirely.

*The look on Yoda’s face is brilliant, too. Yeah. He knows he has f*^%ed up royally. This is all going to end badly.

*I tend to think Ahsoka’s completely unchecked feelings are why she couldn’t remain at the temple as a Jedi. She had enough clairvoyance to know that she couldn’t stay because her emotions were completely off the charts. Not only did the Jedi council not trust her, her girlfriend betrayed her, and she’s feeling all kinds of negative feels in that moment. “I can’t stay here any longer….not now.”

*Also, Ahsoka knew about Anakin and Padme. It is confirmed here with this…

Anakin: I understand. More than you realize. I understand wanting to walk away from the order.

Ahsoka: … I know.

*Oh, Ahsoka’s tears as she walks down the temple steps towards the sunset with that music playing… Damn. Damn. Damn. 😭

*Then, you hear Ahsoka’s theme and that’s it… you don’t see her again until Season 7… where she’s smuggling drugs with her rebound girlfriend and Barriss is still living rent-free in her head. It’s art! Dammit! Art!!!

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Squid Game prompts and thoughts. Yeah, I know this fandom may be dead, but these are old and have been sitting in my notes app for a long time so I figure I might as well share them here anyway. Maybe it’ll be revived at some point with season 2, who knows. If anyone is inspired by or uses these, pls tag me. I’d love to read it 💜

1. Since In-ho gave Jun-ho a kidney, what if you, In-ho’s spouse, have an unspecified life threatening disease but couldn’t afford treatment. You’re the motive for In-Ho becoming a dirty cop who takes bribes and later entering the games. After winning and becoming the Frontman, he secretly transfers you to his private quarters on the island while you’re cared for; mostly bedridden, closely monitored, hooked up to tubes and wires with all the medication you need, etc. Maybe you’re put in a medical coma or are otherwise in and out of consciousness/disoriented and lethargic. He spends years using his resources and power as Frontman to cure you. Even if he keeps you sedated to take that edge off reality and make things sort of a blur for you. So you’re in an almost constant stupor where you think you’re dreaming even when you’re awake, etc. He’d try to keep you in the dark about the games and what he does, but what if you know more than you let on? What if Jun-ho inadvertently found you while snooping in the Frontman’s private quarters during his investigation into the disappearances of both you and his brother? (Ep. 5 & 7)?

2. “Isn’t the idea supposed to be ‘you saved my life, now I owe you a debt’?”

“Nope. You saved my life, now I’m your problem.” With either Salesman or Frontman.

3. It’s been a few weeks since your (relative, friend, neighbor, you choose.) went missing. You hear a knock on the door. As you open it, you realize that the man in front of you is not a typical solicitor or salesman. Before you can say anything, he says, “They said you’ll pay the debt.”

4. He’s one of the best recruiters for the games. A mastermind of persuasion and manipulation. He could sell rocks to jewelers, woo any man or woman, and even get away with murder. Until he meets you, his match: The most obstinate, unyielding, stubborn person whom he’s ever encountered. Your personal records tell him you’re not in the best of situations, and yet you’re not falling for any of his tricks or games. There’s nothing you seem to want or need that he can offer you. You keep turning him down, declining everything he claims he can give you, totally uninterested and not falling for any of it. But that just makes you all the more intriguing to him. As frustrating as you are, you’re a challenge. And neither of you are ones to give up easily. Maybe he won’t recruit you to play in the games after all. Maybe your resolve to resist temptation shows him you have potential for something even greater.

5. You’re one of the most aggressive salespeople alive; you steal money from your “customers” but leave an item they want, of equivalent value, behind. You’re threatening the Salesman’s “business” by taking away his “customers”. He has to decide what to do about this. Would he try to get you out of the way? Or Perhaps you could be a useful “business” partner?

6. The world’s most arrogant salesman meets the world’s most ignorant customer.

7. In-ho and Salesman, or In-ho and Jun-ho prompt: After years of struggling to pay off your college tuitions, all your debts are taken care of. Relief grows into suspicion when you come home. An unfamiliar black vehicle is parked nearby. Two men in expensive suits stand up when you enter. How did they get inside? “You’re not an easy person to track down. You know that, right?”

8. You’re behind on payments. A salesman recruits you to do a “housekeeping” job to clear your debt, handing you a card. His “colleague” (The Frontman) will act as your benefactor if you accept. It isn’t until you’re kidnapped and wake up on an island that you find out your task is to act as a forensic cleaner. You’re expected to wash away, disinfect and sanitize every game’s messes, removing all traces of murder and death after bodies are disposed. Not a drop of blood in sight. No human matter or fingerprints left to be found. You haven’t officially met the Frontman, but from what guards have said, you don’t want to know what would happen if he found out you missed a spot. The pink guards and surviving players leave you alone to do your job at the end of each game. But something is wrong. It feels like someone is still there, watching you at all times. What’s also weird is you’re assigned a room close to the Frontman’s quarters and kept separate from the other guards. He doesn’t trust the other guards to leave you be. Basically, you’re the only masked guard who’s a woman during the games. In-ho and/or the Salesman is interested in you and purposely sought you out. What happens?

9. You’re deep in student debt with no hope to pay it off in your lifetime, so you do the logical thing: Fake your death and move to South Korea to live an inconspicuous life under a new identity. The bank can’t really do anything since you’re “dead”. All your paper/online trails have been expertly wiped. So you thought. Some years later, door-to-door salesmen in your area start asking to be let inside. You know that’s not how salesmen do things. Something’s up. This prompts you to move around the country, never staying still too long. Seoul, Busan, etc. you’re on the move the second you feel they’re onto you. Until a man in a gray suit enters your train compartment and slides the door shut behind him. He sits next to you despite there being empty seats. His polite demeanor becomes unnerving. Small talk becomes invasive. He asks rhetorical questions - already knowing everything about you. He’s backing you into a corner. He opens his briefcase to display damning evidence detailing your “past life”, a sly smile on his face. Well, shit. Can’t run or hide on a moving train. And it’s a non-stop trip that will take a few hours. What do you do now?

10. Being In-ho and Jun-ho’s younger sister would include, before and after In-ho’s entered the games? Or maybe a fic where you’re their younger sister and unknowingly in a relationship with the Salesman (as in, you don’t know what exactly he does for work and are in the dark about your eldest brother’s involvement with the games. Your other brother doesn’t tell you much, if anything, about his investigations into In-ho’s disappearance, claiming the less you know the safer you’ll be. To you, your eldest brother is still missing after so many years and Jun-ho is still trying to find him. You haven’t heard from either of them in so long. Recently, Jun-ho has stopped responding to your messages. Now you’re getting worried. You may have to go out there and find your brothers yourself, to hell with the risks.)