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val-made-a-mistake · 4 months

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Currently imagining a scenario where you and Eddie have some sort of split custody arrangement for Venom, and you have some sort of NSFW dream about Eddie, and Venom sees the whole thing because of brain link or whatever, and then shares this exciting development with Eddie the next time he's bonded to Venom

venom is definitely not one to keep a secret, for sure 😭 thank you so much for your request, i hope you enjoy. :) smut-wise, it's a bit more focused on eddie than my previous fics where it was either symbiote-focused or an even split, hope that's okay. this was SO much fun to write!

warnings: brief smut, mentions of oral f receiving, mentions of "striking" the reader but it's totally a misunderstanding, loneliness, mentions of eating people/murder

word count: 3.3k

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It had been six days since Eddie had left for Seattle, and honestly, you hadn’t been expecting to fall into this loneliness so quickly. Venom might have been keeping you company by providing you with an endless stream of commentary in your inner conscience, and the chickens were constantly squawking and squabbling and wandering the length of the apartment as per usual, so it wasn’t like the space was totally silent, but still, Eddie’s absence was more saddening than you thought it would be. Over the course of the six days, you struggled to busy yourself. Of course you preferred Eddie having a job as to being without one, but one thing you particularly hated was how vague investigative jobs were, so as a result, you had no idea when he would come back or how long the work would take to be done.

For the time being, it looked like you were stuck here.

Before he’d left, Eddie had asked you to babysit Venom and his apartment, and now that you’d been here for an extended amount of time, you felt horribly restless.

Feeling the weight of the quiet apartment settling in, you cast a glance around the room. The hum of the refrigerator seemed to amplify in the sort-of silence, and you found yourself drawn to staring at Eddie's belongings scattered around.

Your gaze fell on a framed photograph on the shelf – Eddie with a carefree grin, arm slung around your shoulders. The memories flooded back, and a bittersweet smile touched your lips.

As if sensing your thoughts, Venom's voice rumbled in your mind.

EDDIE IS DEFINITELY MISSING OUT WITHOUT US AROUND.

The symbiote's attempt at comfort was appreciated, but it only deepened your sense of solitude.

Sighing you folded yourself into a ball on the couch, tucking your chin into your knees. The TV in front of you was off, and you had no intention to turn it on. For now, it was okay to mull in the quiet.

You mumbled into your knees, “What do you think he's up to in Seattle?"

CATCHING BAD GUYS. KICKING BUTT. EATING SEATTLE FOOD. ZOOMING AROUND. ACTING PATHETIC WITHOUT US THERE.

“V, you and I don’t know anything about investigative journalism,” you put in gently.

Venom was, of course, offended.

I KNOW A LOT ABOUT EATING BAD GUYS!

“Yeah, but Eddie won’t let you eat bad guys in Seattle any more than he does here.”

It was at that moment that Venom popped out from your shoulder blade, miniature head scowling.

HE SHOULD!

“Wanna go get a bite to eat?” you interjected, effectively ending the conversation. “I’ll even let you drive, if you want.”

Venom grinned much too wide for his intentions to be anything but nefarious, so you quickly added, “No eating people.”

You turned fast and pointed to the pizza box sign in the kitchen. “Eddie might not be here, but that rule’s definitely still active while you’re in my body, okay?”

Venom, for lack of a better word with his gaping mouth full of super-sized fangs, pouted.

YOU ARE NO FUN!

I just don’t want to be involved in any murder, you wanted to say, but slimy, black, glittering goo was already wrapping and contorting around your middle. Venom was enveloping you, taking over.

It was a bit of an unpleasant sensation as Venom’s monstrous gooey head locked into place over where yours used to be, and rows of impressive fangs unfolded in your suddenly super-sized mouth. It felt like somebody had cracked an egg over your head and the yolk was dripping down your body. You weren’t sure if you’d ever get used to it. You had no idea how Eddie put up with it.

For how quickly his annoyance started, Venom seemed to get over it pretty quickly. He grinned and licked his lips.

I WOULD LIKE TO GO TO MCDONALDS.

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The room was shrouded in the quiet stillness of the night. The dim glow of a bedside lamp cast a warm pool of light on the walls, creating a cozy haven within the four corners of Eddie’s bedroom. You were in bed. Venom, for the first time that day, was quiet.

Under the soft blanket, your eyelids were growing heavy with the weight of the day's endeavours. You still missed Eddie, a lot, so much that your nightly FaceTime call almost wasn’t enough. Seeing his face on your laptop screen was just a further reminder of how far two states away felt, and how binded you felt to him since you met him — he pulled at you without even realizing it, like you’d been sewn together with invisible thread.

Hopefully he wouldn’t be in Seattle for too much longer.

The rhythmic ticking of the clock on the wall seemed to synchronize with the slowing pace of your breath. As the minutes ticked away, you found yourself on the threshold of the dream world, caught between wakefulness and the gentle pull of slumber. Not even the distant murmur of passing cars was enough to distract you now.

Closing your eyes, you surrendered to the sensation of falling asleep, gently gliding down into the abyss of dreams. Eddie’s bedroom, once familiar and defined, now blurred at the edges, transforming into a surreal landscape of colours and shapes.

As you drifted further into the realms of slumber, a sensation of weightlessness enveloped you. It was as if you were floating on a sea of tranquility, carried away by the ebb and flow of your own breath. The boundaries between reality and imagination began to dissolve, and the world outside melted.

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Sometime between now and then, you’d ended up bent over in Eddie’s lap, on a couch that felt just like his couch, but was ambiguous enough that it could’ve been anywhere. Things were slightly blurry around the edges, surreal enough to have you breathless, but real enough that you weren’t questioning your surroundings.

“Holy shit,” Eddie breathed as he tilted his head, carefully examining the swelling ass on his lap. Your pussy was dripping, there was a dribble of arousal forming, but in all honesty, he was a little scared to touch you, he didn’t want to hurt you. “I don’t think I’m getting a finger in there, girl. Wow.”

“Luckily, I’m not that fragile,” you responded playfully as you arched your back for him. Eddie bit his lip as this only accentuated the curve of your ass.

“God,” he whispered as he ran a hand up your thigh: he was able to break them apart easily, and he pulled one leg over his lap, wedging you firmly between his legs.

Even though you were already soaking wet, Eddie’s fingers ran over your dripping slit for a moment, as if he were admiring the way your pussy fluttered at his touch in front of him.

God, you could just feel how wet you were, and you bit your lip, anticipating for Eddie to lean forward, and—

Y/N!!!

In an instant you’d jumped awake: you’d sprang to attention without really realizing how you’d done it, scrambling for the lamp. “What’s going on?”

Venom was protruding from your shoulderblade again, bouncing even more than normal, very clearly in extreme distress.

SWEET GIRL. WE ARE RECEIVING VISIONS.

You stifled your yawn with your hand. “V, do you mean, like - like a dream?”

WE ARE RECEIVING VISIONS! RECEIVING VISIONS OF EDDIE EATING YOU! THIS IS VERY SERIOUS! WE NEED TO KEEP YOU SAFE!

Your cheeks instantly warmed, and you froze, scrambling for something to say. “Oh - oh, shit, Venom - that - I’m so sorry, but I really don’t think that was what you think it was.”

HE WAS STRIKING YOU! Venom snapped.

Oh my god. He really saw all of that.

You reached for the water bottle on your nightstand. “V, you seriously don’t need to worry about this. It wasn’t real. It was a dream. Nothing bad will come from it."

Venom was, of course, still hysterical.

IT WAS A PROPHECY! THIS IS BAD!

I wouldn’t mind if it was a prophecy, you thought selfishly before you could stop yourself, but you shoved it down. “Everything’s alright, Venom. Okay? Everything's fine. Let’s just go back to bed.”

I WILL NOT APOLOGIZE FOR CARING ABOUT YOU, Y/N.

You were already sliding back under the blanket. “I’m not asking you to, V. I appreciate it.”

You hesitated.

“Just, uh, next time you’re bonded to Eddie, please don’t tell him about this, okay? It could make him - I don't know, uncomfortable. You know, I - I don’t know how he’d react to the prophecy of him supposedly hurting me, that’s all. I don’t want to worry him.”

(You were hoping wildly that he would accept, and you and Venom would never talk about this again.)

In a move you’d never seen before, Venom raised one gloopy, black tentacle towards you, and recognizing the movement, you extended your pinky towards him. Your pinky and the black goo linked together for a moment, signifying your trust.

Venom grinned, now bouncing significantly less.

I NEVER BREAK A PINKY PROMISE, SWEET GIRL.

You raised your eyebrow.

I TRY NOT TO.

You were much too tired for any of this, you simply turned over to switch off the lamp and finally return to whatever remnants of that dream was left. “Okay then. Goodnight, V.”

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It was satisfying to have everything fall back into the natural order once Eddie returned home from Seattle. You returned to your own apartment on the opposite side of town, but of course visited frequently, and Eddie was grateful to be back in a low-stakes environment once more, with a snarky symbiote that would terrify anyone who would try to harm him. Seattle had been thrilling, and he'd recounted the adventure to you several times, but now he was back to something familiar.

The job was done. He was covered for the time being. Freelancing was difficult, but for now, everything would be okay.

In the intervening time, Venom talked about you, a lot. Ever since he met you, he’d taken to mentioning you. But ever since you’d agreed to split custody of the symbiote, and especially since Eddie had disappeared for Seattle, he was talking about you even more.

I AM WORRIED ABOUT Y/N, he said one day.

Eddie was idly clicking through TV channels, watching everything from the news to a police drama to a basketball game zoom past, finding none of them interesting. “Why?”

I DO NOT WANT ANY BAD OMENS TO BE FOLLOWING HER. WE NEED TO KEEP HER SAFE.

“What makes you say that?” he asked, a bit confused.

Venom suddenly popped out of his shoulder, howling.

SHE - SHE HAS -

Before Venom could get any actual words out, Eddie was lifted from the couch as the symbiote rose and slammed his head into the ceiling, denting it severely and sending bits of drywall raining down from the heavens like it was a form of self-punishment.

As quickly as it started, Eddie had been dropped on the couch, red in the face and gasping for air.

Venom hardly noticed: he seemed to be in extreme distress.

I WAS NOT SUPPOSED TO TELL!

Eddie put a hand to his throat, still sweaty and gasping, forcing an inhale. “V - what?”

Venom was beside himself, now.

Y/N IS RECEIVING VISIONS! VISIONS OF YOU!

"Visions? What do you mean, visions of me?" Eddie asked, his concern deepening. Suddenly, he wasn’t feeling half-strangled anymore. His mind was racing, his thoughts a jumble of confusion and worry. "What kind of visions? Is she in danger?"

He couldn't fathom what could be causing you to have distressing dreams about him.

Right after Seattle? Right after he thought the work was finished?

I DO NOT KNOW. BUT WE MUST PROTECT HER.

Without waiting for further response, Venom oozed off Eddie's shoulder and began slithering around the room, agitated.

Eddie remained on the couch, trying to process this information. "If something's going on, then we need to talk to her, right? Figure out what's happening."

I AGREE. SHE IS PART OF US, AND WE WILL NOT LET ANY HARM BEFALL HER.

He paused, awkwardly.

BUT PLEASE LET HER KNOW I AM SORRY. I WAS NOT SUPPOSED TO SHARE THIS WITH YOU, EDDIE. SHE SAYS SHE DOES NOT WANT TO WORRY YOU. SHE DOES NOT SHARE THE SAME CONCERN I HAVE.

It didn’t matter: Eddie was already grabbing his phone and dialling your number, fingers tapping nervously against his screen.

After a few tense rings, you picked up.

“Hey, Eddie!”

"Hey, we need to talk," Eddie said urgently, glancing at Venom, who was now wrapping himself around the coffee table, sticky and pulsating, in deep despair.

Concern filled your voice. "Is everything okay?"

“Oh, I mean, yeah, right now it is,” he responded wildly, vaguely aiming for nonchalant. “I was just talking to V, you know, and he said something, and - I just kinda wanted to call, y’know, see if you were alright-”

“Oh, I'm fine,” you confirmed, but you still sounded confused. “I don’t have anything going on today, so I’m just spending some time to myself. What did V tell you?”

Across from Eddie, Venom moaned in despair, a mere gooey black glob of depression on his sitting room floor.

SWEET GIRL, I AM SORRY!

“He said you were getting some disturbing visions, and not gonna lie, it kinda freaked me out a bit,” Eddie said sheepishly, hoping you hadn’t heard that. “I just wanted to call and see if you were okay, that’s all. I know this is random. Sorry. Just, with the nature of the last case, y’know, up in Seattle-”

It didn’t take long before he realized he was rambling again about the Seattle case, so he stopped. “Sorry.”

"No, it's okay."

There was a pause on the other end of the line, then a sigh.

Of course this was happening.

“Eddie, there’s been a misunderstanding,” you said. “Just, look - do you mind coming over? I’ll explain everything to you once you’re here. This might be better in person.”

Eddie was on his feet in an instant. “Sure, yeah.”

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Eddie rushed through the city streets, a mixture of worry and curiosity gnawing at him. Venom was bonded to him again, because he’d rather not think about the consequences of a depressed Venom lingering around the apartment while he was out, and the symbiote seemed to writhe within him with impatience. Or maybe that was just the motorbike rumbling underneath him. Whichever it was, he felt nauseous.

The symbiote had a tendency to jump to conclusions, but Eddie definitely couldn't shake the unease that settled in his gut.

Upon arriving at your apartment, Eddie knocked hastily.

To his surprise, you opened the door with a small smile.

"Hey," you greeted, ushering him inside. "Thanks for coming over."

Eddie nodded, glancing around your living room as if expecting something unusual. Venom, still on edge, clung within him like a sentient black backpack.

He didn’t want to come off as too eager, or too worried, so he just shoved his hands in the pockets of his leather jacket and hoped he looked casual despite the storm of questions brewing inside of him.

“So - what’s the deal?”

Deep inside of him, Venom was quivering with fright. As his gooey molecular form had to be closely intertwined with several of his most important organs right now, it was very hard not to notice the sensation.

You winced. “He’s just freaking out about nothing. There’s no bad omens or visions. I just had a dream, and you were in it. Simple stuff. Nothing to worry about.”

“It wasn’t a bad dream?” Eddie said, cautious.

You were definitely closer, now. “Actually, I’d say it was a pretty damn good dream.”

Eddie’s breath was caught in his throat. Out of everything that could’ve happened tonight, he definitely hadn’t been expecting…this.

He was a little confused, honestly. What was going on? The hairs on the back of his neck were raised, but he didn't feel as though he was in danger. On the contrary, he felt quite warm.

“Let me show you?” you offered.

"Okay," he bit out before he was conscious of making the decision, and you were stepping in front of him, and realizing, he closed his eyes on instinct--

The kiss that followed was absolutely dizzying.

There was something so particularly desperate about this: you were kissing, gasping against his mouth and pulling at his jacket, which made the two of you blindly scramble backwards into the apartment, messy and needy. The kiss quickly turned into a battle of control, with Eddie being the one to guide you forward, his hands on your hips. You bit his bottom lip in response, forcing him to open up and then the kiss was all about tongues, wet and sensitive.

You were on the couch when you finally broke apart, gasping.

"Baby," Eddie wheezed, his eyes darting across your face in disbelief, "I - what was that?"

"Is V with you?" you asked, instead of answering the question.

He was apprehensive now. "Yeah?"

"He needs to know I'm not in danger," you whispered, and you leaned forward to kiss him again.

It was much too chaste, and after you pulled away, Eddie was in mute astonishment for a moment.

His voice was scratchy when he spoke. "Disturbing visions, huh?"

You just smiled. "In my dream, we were on a couch, like this."

Eddie still couldn't believe this was happening. The anxiety in his gut on the way over had been completely forgotten now, blurring out of his memory, the future was an impossible thing, there was just this. This was all he had; this was all he wanted. "Were we, now?"

He didn't know what to do, but that didn't seem to matter, you were leading.

You nodded. "It was kinda hot."

"Kinda?" Eddie repeated dumbly, breathless. His voice sounded like a stranger's.

Before he could embarrass himself, Venom's voice rumbled within him, frustrated.

EDDIE, STOP BEING A PUSSY!

Wondering vaguely if this had been a trap all along, Eddie grabbed the nape of your neck and pulled you in for a kiss. Your mouths roved together, and he took the opportunity to pull you over, closer to him. The curve of your bare spine was warm from under your sweater. He kept his hand there, roaming carelessly, drifting up to the clasp of your bra.

You seemed to get what he was going for, and then suddenly you were straddling him, and with you on top of him, he could no longer ignore how interested his dick was in the proceedings.

Slightly, just slightly, you rolled your hips against his clothed crotch, and Eddie choked out a moan.

Oh, fuck. He could feel the sweat materializing and running down his back. This was better than good.

(Venom was definitely going to tease him about this later.)

"What happened next?" Eddie mumbled, looking up at you, his eyes blown black.

You smiled, then crossed your arms and peeled off your sweater. Eddie shifted his grip, holding you by the hips again, and you tossed your sweater elsewhere.

Venom was going absolutely insane from inside him: it felt like he was rumbling somewhere around his large intestine.

DO NOT MESS THIS UP, EDDIE!

Meanwhile, you were, of course, oblivious to the commentary in Eddie's mind.

"I mean," you said, and your voice wasn't smoky like it had been before. It was just curious, with a note of teasing, like this was an everyday conversation. "You ate me out."

He pressed a light kiss to your throat. "Then flip over, baby."

Inside his head, Venom seemed to be having some kind of meltdown. Maybe he had just realized what the dream was. Maybe he was jealous. Either way, he was rambling in Eddie's mind.

SWEET GIRL - SO FRAGILE - SO SWEET - SO DELICIOUS - I NEED TO TASTE -

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merrybloomwrites · 23 days

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I Feel the Earth Move

Summary: Y/N experiences her first earthquake and her long distance boyfriend, Spencer, needs to know she's alright.

Word Count: 665

AN: I put a post out the other day that showed there's interest in Spencer stories. And then I felt an earthquake for the first time and got inspired to write this. Just a little story to get into the swing of writing for Spencer.

CW: earthquake

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One of the first things you had talked to Spencer about when you started dating was your shared experiences with hurricanes. Bit of a random topic, but with him being from Florida and you being from New Jersey, it was something you had in common. He then told you about the couple of earthquakes he’d experienced since moving out to Los Angeles. A tiny part of you was slightly jealous, but mostly you were happy you live in a place where the ground stays still at all times.

You’ve been dating Spencer for ten months now, but unfortunately, you’ve been long distance the whole time. Being on opposite coasts with a three-hour time difference makes things more complicated, but you’re looking forward to the near future when you finally get to move out to California. You work as a teacher and just need to finish the current school year and then you’re on your way to Los Angeles. You even have a new job and apartment lined up. Spencer sends texts nearly every day counting down until you’ll finally live in the same city.

It's early April, and your school is on Spring Break. You spent the week catching up on things you had been putting off, like doctor’s appointments and deep cleaning your closets. But now it’s Friday, and your to-do list is done. You’re having a lazy morning at home, sitting and watching some new Smosh videos that you hadn’t gotten a chance to see yet.

Suddenly you hear the hallway door rattling. For a second you think it must be the wind, but then the floor starts to shake. Next thing you know everything is rattling. It only lasts a few seconds and leaves you just standing in the middle of your living room, wondering what the hell just happened.

You think that it might’ve been an earthquake, but that would be ridiculous. Because that doesn’t happen where you live.

But then your mom texts the family group chat asking if everyone felt that. Your brother, sister, and dad all text back saying they had. You do a quick google search and within minutes you find the confirmation that it was in fact an earthquake, so you share the link with your family.

The first person you want to tell is Spencer, but it’s not even 8 in the morning in California. You know he doesn’t need to be at work until later in the day and is likely still sleeping. You’ll wait a bit before texting him, so you don’t wake him up.

Twenty minutes later your phone starts ringing, and you’re surprised to see Spencer’s name pop up.

“Hey, what are you doing up so early?” You say as a greeting.

“Are you okay?” he asks.

“Of course I’m okay,” you reply.

“Why didn’t you tell me about the earthquake?”

“I was going to, I just wanted to wait a little while, so I wouldn’t wake you. How did you find out about it?”

“Like, eight different people from work texted me to ask if you lived where the earthquake happened. Y/N, you’re like, a mile from the epicenter. I needed to check that you’re alright.”

You’re overwhelmed with emotion at this, hearing how much he cares, and how worried he was about you.

“I’m okay Spencer, I promise. It wasn’t that bad. Honestly I was more confused than scared,” you reply.

“Well then we need to work on your survival instincts before you come to California,” he says, causing you both to laugh.

“Thank you for checking in on me,” you say.

“I’ll always make sure you’re safe,” he replies. Your heart melts again, and you can’t believe that he’s real. And that he’s really yours.

“I love you,” you say, unable to express your feelings at this moment in any other way.

“I love you too,” he replies, voice full of sincerity.

“Only 86 more days,” you state, giving him the countdown today.

“I can’t wait, baby.”

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AN: Thanks for reading! This is was just a little warm up to writing for Spencer. Please send me any requests you have for him! Also, please lmk if you'd like to be added to a taglist for all my Spencer stories!

#spencer agnew x reader #spencer agnew

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shadow-pixelle · 3 months

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The snippet continues...

Part one is here, and part two is here.

I've actually had this bit done for a while now, and I've got another couple of scenes ready to go. Plus I've started figuring out how we got here and some of the other worldbuilding stuff, too.

Might need to actually give this AU a name sometime soon.

Until then, though, enjoy the next chunk of things!

Danny felt a little bad for how quickly he relaxed once Hood was out of sight. It wasn’t like it was the guy’s fault that his core was fucked up.

But still, the pressure of not giving in to all his instincts calling for him to take the kid and run had been… difficult. Especially considering the atmosphere of the room.

He hadn’t been wrong earlier that kidnapping was a bad idea, right now.

Sam and Tucker both relaxed as well, which made Danny feel a little better about his reaction, and took their hands from where they were grabbing him. It wouldn’t have helped if he’d decided to say fuck it and lunge, but the pressure of them holding onto him had helped him remember not to phase into intangibility and portal out.

The tension wasn’t much better, though.

Nightwing was frozen, reaching out towards where Hood had ran like he could somehow grab the guy’s shoulder and stop him from bolting. The others in the room- Red Robin, Robin, Batman- were just as still; the two Robins staring at Danny, Batman staring at nothing.

Batman.

There was a twinge in the air, in their bonds, from Sam. She wanted to strangle him, and honestly, Danny wasn’t too inclined to stop her right now. That was probably the Protection spirit talking, really, rather than any sort of logic, but hey, sue him. He was a halfa and his Obsession was just as there as any other ghost. That meant keeping people safe.

And that was before he got into any of the Ghost King shit.

He felt Tucker reach around Danny’s back and grasp Sam’s elbow, apparently sensing both her wish for murder and Danny’s general lack of care.

“I think we should go.” Tucker said, quickly but quietly, in Danny’s ear. He huffed a little, but nodded, transforming back into his ghost form with a flicker. It would be a good idea to let everyone cool down after that, plus it would get Sam away from her current plant food target.

The shift seemed to snap the Bats out of it, at least a little. Nightwing snapped over to look at them, and Red Robin made a small sound. “Go?”

“And let you… process.” Danny said, wrapping his tail around Sam’s waist. She huffed, a sharp and violent sound, but finally relaxed entirely into him rather than preparing to snap, which was good. “I understand that there was a lot of information there, that you likely want time to think through.”

Tucker leaned a little forward again, a small nudge, and Danny nodded, knowing what he wanted. It was easier to focus on their Grief bonds now, with Hood’s core not in the room and making it hard to think beyond instincts if they weren’t talking.

“We’ll make contact with you again in a few days, or you can contact us.” He added. It wouldn’t be hard, Tucker had been working on figuring out some kind of link to them since they arrived here, and being in their home base would’ve helped. “But for now I think it would be best if we left.”

“But-” Nightwing glanced in the direction Hood had ran again, then back to them. Sam softened, a little, at the display of care, the air crackling with it.

“We’ll keep an eye out for him, and discuss the situation with our people.” She told him. “Don’t worry. We’ll find a way to help.”

“Thank you.” Nightwing said, voice cracking. Danny waited a moment, to see if any of them had anything else to say, then cloaked both his Griefmates in invisibility and intangibility in the same moment, moving to grab a more firm hold of Tucker and tightening his tail around Sam.

The Batman still wasn’t saying anything, wasn’t even moving, and Danny would’ve been more concerned if he’d had the room, but-

It had been a lot, and he was tired. More tired than he expected, just holding back the need to run away with Hood bundled between them.

And he still needed to call the Council, too, which was always going to be a nightmare.

A portal would have been too obvious, so Danny just flew straight up instead, pulling both his partners with him, and passed into the rock. From below them, there was a faint echo of something being thrown, and Nightwing’s voice shouting, “What the hell, B-?!” Danny winced a little and flew faster, all three of them keeping silent until they were well in the air- above the massive mansion above the Bat’s base, which was a wild thing even when they were used to the Mansons- and starting back towards the lights of the city.

“I’ll go and look for him.” Sam said, after a few minutes of flying. “I don’t- it’ll be hard, but I’ll be able to handle it.”

Danny would be the best to find Hood, with his ghost sense and the few powers the Crown granted him sometimes, but he was also the worst, because of his status as a halfa and Protection spirit. Tucker could probably do it just as well as Sam could, but his talents meant bunkering down with their computer setup and searching that way would be better than him looking in person.

So Danny just nodded. “Alright. Let’s go back to the apartment, first, and we’ll get one of the whistles out for you. I need to go to the Realms, so I won’t be able to make portals for you, but you can call Cujo to do it instead.”

“You think he’ll want to come to the Realms?”

Danny shrugged, a little. “Maybe. I think… he’s scared, probably. And I don’t think this place is safe for him.”

“The city or the dimension?”

“Not sure, yet. We’ll have to look into it more. But I don’t think it matters, whether it’s the city or the dimension. I don’t think this place is safe for him, and I think he might be scared. Admittedly he might be scared of us, which is bad, but I’m hoping he’ll let us try to help even if he is scared of us.”

“I’ll try to answer his questions, if he’s got any.” Sam frowned audibly, and both Danny and Tucker chuckled. They knew full well how difficult it was for Sam to tolerate people for any length of time, and explaining things was a nightmare for her if people didn’t listen, so hopefully Hood wouldn’t end up on the wrong end of her patience at all.

“Drop me off at the apartment too.” Tucker put in. “I’ll man the computers and see if I can find Hood anywhere on the cameras in the city.”

“Thanks, Tuck.” She smiled up at him. “I think I can guess where he went? But having some kind of eyes in the sky would be good.”

“You do?” Danny asked, looking down so he could raise an eyebrow at her. “How?”

“You know we thought there was a Haunt here?”

“Yeah, that Park Row place.” Danny nodded slowly, then paused. “Oh. You think that’s it?”

“I mean, it’d make sense, right? A ghost’s haunt always feels a little bit like them, and with Hood’s core as torn up as it is…”

Tucker nodded against Danny’s chest, humming. “Yeah, that would make sense. I didn’t think of that.”

“That’s what we’re for.”

“Ok, so Tucker back to the apartment, Sam to grab a whistle for Cujo and then out the door, and I’m off to the Realms.” Danny sighed a little. “Great. You guys get all the fun jobs. I get to enjoy fighting with the Council for like a week trying to make sure they don’t declare war or something while we’re still investigating. That’ll be just our luck.”

“Eh, I’m sure you can do it. They like you, after all.”

Danny just sighed again.

The rest of the trip back into the city and towards the apartment they’d rented wasn’t long or difficult, especially not when flying, and Danny easily phased through the window into the building proper. The second he let go of his Griefmates, they were off; Tucker went straight for the pile of tablets and PDAs and laptops that he’d built up, starting them up all at once with a push of power, while Sam went for the bedroom and their lockbox full of ghost stuff, coming back with a silver whistle that she tucked down the front of her dress so only the chain was showing.

“Want a lift?” He asked, and Sam laughed.

“No, I’ll be fine. Get moving, your Highness, you’ve got places to be.”

“Fiiiiiine.” Danny sighed again, flopping backwards dramatically just to see them laugh, and opened a portal to his Lair.

The feeling of being at home again settled over him like a weight, and he took a moment to shake himself out and settle into the feeling before starting to move.

Luckily, there were protocols and stuff for this kind of thing. And even more fortunately, Fright Knight was nearby and not roaming like he could have been. Danny barely got the doors open from his portal room into the main Lair before the Knight was there, hovering not far into the hall.

“Fright Knight.” Danny inclined his head, pulling at his core. The Ring and Crown formed with only a small amount of fuss- his living half causing them to complain, he knew- though he didn’t bother with any of the rest of the regalia he’d created in the past for situations like this. As strange as it sounded, this felt like something he had to approach more as Phantom, the Protection spirit and halfa, rather than the Ghost King, even though he knew he needed the Crown and Ring with him.

Instincts like that were strange, sometimes.

“Prince Phantom.” The Autumn spirit replied, saluting him. “Is something amiss?”

“We need to call the Council together, Fright.” He said, a small sigh. Him calling the Crown and Ring would have already started that process, with some of them, but not everyone was going to be in a position to notice that stuff, so it was better to tell Fright Knight so he could help get things going. “We’ve got a really bad situation in that world, and it’s going to need a lot of work.”

“How so, my Prince?” Fright Knight asked, even as his core flickered to call the various underghosts of the Lair to attention.

“The sort of thing where we might be declaring outright war on some people.” Danny told him, and watched the Fright Knight freeze.

“I see.”

#dcxdp #fic writing #my writing #random scenes from the abyss #danny phantom #sam manson #tucker foley #at some point this will get a name i swear #braided fates au

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aikoiya · 8 months

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LoZ - Hylia as a Character

Honestly, I really like the fact that Zelda/Hylia admits, rather openly, in fact, that what she did was wrong. Then, she owns up to it.

They could've gone the route that "this is destiny, you must" or made it seem like something entirely righteous & that the fact that it saves everyone automatically makes it okay, but the writers didn't.

What happened. What Hylia put into place was a necessary evil, but still wrong by its very nature of being a necessary EVIL. She manipulated Link, not because she wanted to, or because she was a bad person, but because it was the ONLY way that she could see things working out for the benefit of as many people involved as possible.

Still doesn't make it right, but it makes it understandable. Which are 2 very different things. And I've seen a lot of people conflating the 2. For whatever reason not realizing that you can understand why someone did something & that that something can still be wrong or morally questionable. And that these are 2 things that can exist at the same time.

Because Zelda said it best, "it was a war." It wasn't like what SS Link had experienced, where he was fighting most enemies one on one & it was really only himself who was in danger at a given moment. There were battles with armies & even the game says that the demons killed without mercy. In situations like that, you might have to do things that compromise your own morals & I just...

It makes Hylia so much more human in a way. She's not like the 3 golden goddesses who you only really interact with individuals who have their names & who may just be people that resemble them. (Minish Cap, Oracle of Seasons, & Oracle of Ages.) SS Zelda actually remembers being Hylia.

Thus meaning that SS Link's interaction with SS Zelda in that scene before putting herself to sleep, was the closest interaction any Link has ever had with an actual higher deity.

You get her actual opinion. Her regrets, her apologies. Seriously, she apologizes repeatedly. While it may be filtered through Zelda, who obviously cares very deeply about Link (yes, I ship zelink here, what of it), as she said, she was both Hylia & Zelda. Specifically, still Link's Zelda.

And I... I can't hate Hylia as a result.

Which causes me to not really understand the Hylia hate that I've seen here & there.

Like, it isn't Hylia's fault that she, Link, & Ganondorf were cursed. That was all The Bringer of Demise & his toddlerish butthurt over losing to not just a mortal, but a mortal teen. He cursed them, not Hylia. And what exactly do people think Hylia could've done?

What were her other options? She wasn't a goddess anymore at the time! And we dont even know the rules regarding the Hyrulean gods! There could be some sort of rule of non-interference or only indirect interference unless you give up your godhood that we don't know about!

And, if she hadn't done something, then think about what could've happened as a result.

According to the information that we currently have, Demise would've taken over & made a wish that we don't even know. Not only that, but he had apparently been killing so many humans that Hylia felt the need to lift pieces of land into the air via nothing but magic to keep Demise away from them! Like putting a toy up too high for a kid to reach.

This suggests that they nearly went extinct!

Also keep in mind that she literally gave up her godhood to keep everyone safe!! That's... that's huge!

Also, I hate that there are fans out there who blame Sky for them being cursed!

Dude just finished a fight with a Daimaō (yōkai general). A battle that involved a LOT of lightning striking the Master Sword, which is known to cause temporary deafness, disorientation, ect.

He likely wasn't even aware that the Bringer of Demise had cursed him & Zelda both.

The only person anyone should be blaming here is Demise.

Though, that does bring into question why Fi didn't notify Link of this fact.

LoZ Cultural Masterlist

#loz #ss #legend of zelda #skyward sword #hylia #goddess hylia

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lulu24784 · 1 year

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washing machine heart | part 6

"I know who you pretend I am."

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synopsis: | You're absolutely infatuated with Stan Marsh and have even started dating him! It should be a dream come true, but the truth is, he's only with you to make Wendy Testaburger jealous. To help you work through your emotions, you turn to Kenny McCormick, your best friend.

pairings: | kenny mccormick x fem! reader ; stan marsh x fem! reader ; wendy testaburger x stan marsh

cws: | angst, drug use/drug mentions, explicit language, sexual content, unrequited love, mental health themes / sh

everyone is aged up to be 18+

It had been an unpleasant night.

You woke up with a wet, tear-strewn pillow and no recollection of your dream, but you knew it couldn’t have been good.

You heaved a low sigh and wiped your cheeks with your shirt sleeve.

“God... “

A little groggily, you sat up and reached for your phone. You frowned as you looked at the time.

It was well beyond lunchtime.

Thank god it was Sunday and there was no school.

When you saw your battery was almost dead, you remembered dozing off during your conversation with Kenny. Hopefully that didn’t upset him... It wasn’t uncommon, but it was typically him who’d fall asleep on you after smoking a bowl.

You chuckled softly to yourself and reached for your phone’s cord, plugging it in before it shut down on you.

You dialed Kenny’s number.

It took a while for him to answer the phone, but eventually he did. Before he finally spoke, there was a noise that sounded like rustling and movement coming from the other side.

“Mornin’ princess...”

He had a drowsy voice and seemed to have just awoken. You smiled at the sound of his voice and immediately felt more at ease.

“Ah, Hey Kenny. Sorry to wake you...”

You lowered yourself back onto your bed and whispered softly as you readjusted.

You looked up at the ceiling aimlessly.

“Nah, princess, it’s okay.. Just glad to hear from you.”

Kenny spoke, his voice retaining a trace of drowsiness.

“How’re you feelin’ this mornin’?”

The creaking of his bed was audible through the phone.

“You doin’... alright?”

“Yeah.. Yeah...” You whispered.

“Actually.. I think I had a pretty bad nightmare. I woke up crying this morning.”

Honestly, you were always such a crybaby. A part of you couldn’t believe how long Kenny stuck by your side. Being friends with someone like him made you feel miles better, even if just for a moment.

“Oh, oh no, baby... I’m sorry to hear you had a shit sleep... It’ll be okay....What was the dream about?”

Once more, you could hear him shift.

You were curious about what he was doing... Curious about what expression he had currently. Or if his hair looked as unruly as it normally did. His voice was always so soft when he spoke with you... These thoughts helped to calm your heart a little.

“You know, it’s funny. I don’t even remember. I... Uh... I dunno...”

There was a brief pause while you attempted to recall the details of your dream. You could remember the one from earlier that night; The one with Stan.

Ah.

Stan.

It was likely about Stan...

At the mere consideration, your chest tightened.

You probably needed to get some of these feelings out. Kenny would understand, right? He would absolutely understand how you’re feeling because he’s been with a bunch of girls! Right?

Plus, he was your best friend. There was no one else you’d trust more to tell. Although it was embarrassing..

You didn’t exactly want to ask your best male friend if getting Stan to stop while the two of you were getting frisky in his backseat was as bad as you thought... But... You were a dating rookie with a plethora of anxieties that just wouldn’t quiet down.

You felt like such a pussy.

“I just... I think I just need someone here to talk to. Could you come over?” You sounded uneasy as you spoke.

“Oh, of course.”

Kenny replied warmly. More rustling came from his end of the line, and you could make out the zipping of his nylon jacket.

“I’ll be there right away, alright princess?”

The sound of keys jingled in your ear.

“Thanks Ken, I’ll see you soon. The door will be unlocked...”

“See ya soon...”

He hung up, and you went to the living room to unlock the door for when he arrived.

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It wasn’t long before there was a light knock on the door and a tall blond stepped inside. You saw him peek around and give you a toothy grin when he saw you curled up on the couch.

With a tiny wave, you patted the cushion next to you and he beamed.

“Hey...”

He made his way over to the couch and sat down beside you, snuggling in a little. His body gave off warmth, and simply sitting near him made you feel instantly more comfortable. The familiar scent of marijuana filled the air.

“How’re ya feelin’?”

His words were soft and low. As you looked at him, you could see that he was truly worried.

A floodgate of negative emotions from the past few days seemed to open up as you looked at Kenny. You gave no advance warning before tears started streaming down your cheeks, which caused him to blink twice in surprise.

“H-Honestly? Pretty fuckin’ bad.” You hastily wiped the tears that wouldn’t stop flowing with your sleeve as you spoke. “God, this is so stupid...”

You felt your body warm up instantly as Kenny wrapped his arms around you and hugged you.

“Hey... You can tell me whatever’s on your mind, okay? Nothing’s stupid.”

Kenny smiled reassuringly at you.

“Whatever you’re feelin’, just know that I’m here and that everything’s goin’ to be just fine, okay?”

You had to chuckle a little at Kenny’s words. He was being incredibly corny, but his remarks helped you to relax.

“Mhm...” As you prepared to tell your best friend everything that was on your mind, you took a deep breath.

“W-Well... Geez, I don’t even know how to begin.” You let out another small laugh.

“Um... I feel like a shit girlfriend.”

Kenny’s eyebrows shot up at your comment.

“M-Me and Stan were... Y’know. And I got him to stop because I felt uncomfortable. But just the other day, I was willing to let him do whatever! Am I just a stupid tease or something?! I can’t stop comparing myself to Wendy. I keep thinking, I bet she would’ve let him.”

While stifling a sob, you cried out.

Kenny drew you to him and ran his palm in soothing circles across your back.

“You’re not a tease...”

He reassured you in a soft voice.

“You have boundaries, and you’re well within your right to have and set them. Even if they change from day to day, as your boyfriend, Stan needs to understand and respect that. Don’t ever think you’re less than Wendy for that. Or less than any girl, for any reason.”

The way Kenny spoke made your chest feel even tighter. He was right, and yet you couldn’t seem to get the negative ideas from your head.

“B-But... “ You exhaled a little sigh. “I already kinda know that I’m just like... a rebound or whatever. I want him to really like me, like I like him! If I don’t put out, then what good am I?”

Kenny’s eyes widened, and his brow furrowed slightly.

“Hey! Don’t think like that. You’re worth one-hundred times more than just your body! You need to value yourself... Don’t let yourself think your worth is determined by whether or not you ‘put out’!”

Kenny answered.

“And if for whatever fuckin’ reason Stan dumps you for it, then fuck him. You deserve so much better than that.”

A lump formed in your throat, and you nodded at Kenny. Feeling almost guilty, you shifted your hands to your lap and stared down at them.

“You’re a wonderful person. I don’t get why you can’t see that. Stan is already dating you, not Wendy. You should stop comparing youself to her, you’re two totally different people.”

You sat back against Kenny, tears trickling silently down your cheeks. There was a brief moment of silence as he kept rubbing your back.

He was right.

He was 100% right.

You spent too much time analyzing how you measured up to Stan’s ex-girlfriend to appreciate the present moment. YOU are dating Stan. Not Wendy. YOU are his girlfriend. And it was YOU he was spending all his time with.

You had such low self-esteem that you failed to notice Stan’s genuine care for you. The way he cradled your face while comforting you, the way he held your hand, or the way he listened to you speak as the two of you snuggled in his car. Clearly, he had a soft spot in his heart for you. You let your own self-doubts cloud your thinking so badly.

Kenny eventually broke the silence.

“There’s nothing wrong with you. I promise... But if you really think he views you as a rebound... You should talk to him about it.”

He caressed your cheek with his hand and compelled you to look at him. Even though he was smiling faintly, his eyes were clearly sorrowful.

“No more negative talk about yourself, okay? You’re wonderful, you just struggle to see it.”

You gave Kenny a sad smile. “Thank you... I really needed someone to talk to. It helped...”

“Anytime, princess.”

You two carried on a quiet conversation about your emotions and the ways in which your insecurities led you to feel inadequate. In his response, Kenny offered you strategies on how to deal with these thoughts as well as ways to support you.

He was an incredible friend.

After some discussion, the two of you came up with a plan for how you would approach Stan with this matter. You wanted... No... you NEEDED to know Stan’s true feelings for you, if only to put your mind at ease once and for all. Naturally, bringing up your insecurities was nerve-wracking, but Kenny helped you brainstorm some methods for doing so.

The two of you decided that you should invite Stan for dinner at your place.

It was practically ideal because your parents were never home! You’d cook a tasty dinner and snuggle up to watch a movie. If you let your guard down and felt safe enough, you could say what was really bothering you. If not, that was fine too. Kenny wanted to make sure you understood that it was okay whether or not you actually asked.

The plan was set, and you texted Stan about your date idea.

He agreed.

Now, you needed to get ready for your date.

#south park x reader #kenny mccormick x reader #stan marsh x reader #lulu works

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omg I finally found someone who cares about Kenjaku and interested in them as much as I do. I always felt like most of the annoying fans (cough Geto/stsg fans cough) see them as an extension of Geto and not their own character with a unique personality, also they’re not really popular with Japanese fandom so there’s that…

Sooo idk if someone has already asked you that question but I just wanted to know what do you think of the existing paradox within Kenjaku’s behaviour? I’m talking about the fact that they seem to behave differently depending if they’re being observed or not, in such cases as: Kenny generally treating Yuji like a tool for their plan but saying “thank you for getting along with my son”, while they were walking with Yuji’s friend inside the “cursed space”, in complete darkness, not observed by a single soul — I’m still not sure whether it was just a way for Gege to emphasize that Kenjaku is, in fact, Yuji’s parent (if some readers didn’t catch it in ch.143) OR it should be interpreted as Kenny saying “oh yeah thanks for helping me to fulfill my plan by befriending Yuji —> resulting in him finding a finger”… but I also wonder could it be their real, genuine feelings? The fact that they actually care about Yuji in a sense would probably feel weird a lil bit but on the other hand there are also cases where they act contradictory, for example looking down on Tengen in general when fighting Yuki & Choso, mocking Tengen in that scene where they sit in front of TV, but the moment they’re not observed directly - the moment Tengen dies - they say their goodbyes to her and call her their “friend”. You see what I’m trying to imply? I might be completely wrong on this but it kinda feels like Kenjaku has an issue with the whole true feelings/emotions shtick. It probably makes sense since they should stick to their plan and any kind of attachment might ruin everything, it’s high risk on their part — Kenjaku shutting down their excitement immediately after they start feeling something real for the first time in hundreds of years, pressing Takaba to the ground — once again, understandable, but I do wonder if it results in something more in the end. There is also a theme of loneliness/intellectual loneliness specifically that is associated with Kenny so I’m honestly sooo fascinated by their character and I’m looking forward to see how it all unfolds.

Also do you have any analyses/meta posts about Kenny maybe? I’d love a link or something and I would definitely read it!!

Hi! Always lovely to meet a fellow Kenjaku fan! It's a real shame that Kenjaku so often gets overshadowed by other characters, particularly Geto, even when the story is focusing on them (as we can currently see) and when they are talked about, then often purely in the context of stsg, when they have so many more meaningful connections and ones that are also more important to their character.

The stuff you bring up about Kenjaku's contradicting behaviour is exactly what's been ghosting around my brain the past months or year even. I talked a little bit about it recently here and here. As far as other analysis posts go, what I could remember (and find again on my blog...) there's something about Kenjaku's motivations and how I think "for the lulz" is a bad way to describe it, a post about their perspective on death and a post reflecting on the power Kenjaku & Tengen have over Sukuna and Gojo, despite those being technically "The Strongest". I hope that's helpful and what you were looking for?

Regarding what you said about Kenjaku's contradicting behaviour, I think it all ties back to Tengen and their dispute because here you can see very well that Kenjaku both cares about Tengen, but also puts her as the centrepiece of their plan and is thereby ready to sacrifice her when push comes to shove. Despite going through with capturing her, Kenjaku doesn't seem very happy with how things ended with Tengen. They like her, respect her, see her as an equal, but are also very frustrated by her stubbornness and inability to change or even engage with the world. They had to force her in the end to do it and they didn't even get a good conversation with her after waiting centuries to see her again. She just kinda went along with what they did, again showing no resistance or strong will for survival. So Kenjaku doesn't really hate her, they are just frustrated with her non-actions.

You can also see that in the words they scream at her in ch 205 about having actually lived and gained new experiences, contrary to Tengen, who stuck to her old ways. It seems like they wanted to bait her into a response, a discussion, something, but they didn't get anything. At this point it was probably not surprising to them. I assume Tengen used to argue with them a lot more back in the Heian era and that is what Kenjaku is currently missing. Even if people disagree with them, Kenjaku wants to be presented with interesting perspectives by people who understand the world like they do. Tengen clearly used to have that, she build jujutsu society on it, but then she decided to distance herself from Kenjaku out of self-preservation and...maybe weariness? Hard to say at this point, but she was clearly not about allowing her body to evolve to discover new things about cursed energy and humanity.

Kenjaku tried to find something similar in Yuki, but she doesn't engage enough with them to bring any meaningful discourse (unfortunately, I wish the two had discussed their world views more during their fight). So now that Tengen is gone or controlled and can thereby not give any meaningful intellectual input, Kenjaku is looking for new people to fill that hole, new friends who are equal to them, challenge them and also give them some sort of stimulus they have been missing for centuries apparently. That's part of why they do the merger in the first place. They want something that can truly surprise them and present them with something completely new.

Besides intellectual curiosity, Kenjaku just seems lonely. Unlike Sukuna, who is fine just playing around with others, eating and having one person to rely on, Kenjaku seems to want more people around them. Not many I assume, but they need friends and currently they seem a bit desperate to find new ones, seeing how they even ask Hazenoki to hang out with them. That's also where we see that contradiction. Kenjaku wants friends, but over the last millennia their plan has taken up so much of their headspace that they are ready to kill said friends for that end and that tendency to use others for their gain is also what keeps them from finding new connections because obviously nobody wants anything to do with them when they get treated like that. They ask Hazenoki to be their friend, despite both of them knowing he has to die for the Culling Game to end and their plan to progress. So at best he could've given them company for a few days and then they would've killed him. But at this point Kenjaku is even fine with that. Hell, they are talking to dead people and the thin air (a non-listening Tengen). Not a good sign for the state of your mental health.

Takaba is interesting because he came to Kenjaku out of his own will and offered to give them something interesting/funny, basically fulfil their conditions for friendship. He doesn't even mind that much that Kenjaku is trying to kill him. Perfect candidate for friendship, but by being so open, forthcoming and generally being a weird guy, he unnerves Kenjaku. For one, they aren't used (anymore) to people being so friendly with them without any self-serving motives, listening to them and sharing their interest. Like with Sukuna & Uraume, Kenjaku is always the one who engages conversations and meetings, the two don't care about Kenjaku unless they need to further their personal goals. Similar with the reincarnated sorcerers. Kenjaku approaches them for a binding vow and the entire relationship depends on serving their own benefits. The other thing is that Kenjaku doesn't seem used to having someone they share so many common interests with and who they can indulge with, without ulterior motives playing into it. In this case it's comedy and pop culture instead of cursed energy, but that doesn't seem to matter and solving the riddle that is Takaba's cursed technique gives Kenjaku another reason to get invested in/with him.

It's like you said, Kenjaku wants connection, but when presented to them, they get uncertain and awkward on how to deal with them and don't seem to want to get too attached because they will kill them in the end anyway. With Tengen that was less of a problem because she's immortal and will always exist in some way, but not talking to her still seems to be very aggravating for them. Even with Takaba, despite having the time of their life and feeling better than they have for centuries, Kenjaku will have to kill him in the end. At least with how the Culling Game rules are now (they could change them...). Takaba is also very hard to kill... The ocean scene where Kenjaku goes from happiness to trying to drown Takaba honestly perfectly encapsulates their mental state towards close relationships, including how they treat Yuuji. Someone gets too close, they try to push them away like they're allergic to feelings. It's like a defence mechanism. If they want to follow through on the plan they have been working on for thousand years, they can't afford to dally around with some random clown, even if they like his company.

Same with Yuuji. I think Kenjaku does care about him in some way and sees him as their son, but that just doesn't keep them from hurting him. They sound proud of him in Shibuya and excited to see what he will evolve into. I think they banked on Sukuna switching vessel and Yuuji using his special body to become hopefully something interesting in the future, using Sukuna's cursed energy as a kickstarter for his development so to say. I mean, if Sukuna hadn't switched vessels, he would've been useless and unable to ever come out again after Shibuya and Kenjaku was clearly preparing for him to participate in the Culling Game. So Yuuji being a vessel/cage was only a temporary solution.

So I think Kenjaku's words to Sasaki are genuine, but they are also thanking her for starting the whole finger situation (Yuuji was the one who found it, but Sasaki was the one who wanted to play around with it). I'm also wondering if they intended for her to look into Yuuji's past and confront him with his parentage because they know Sasaki is very curious and Yuuji's parent he never mentioned turning up in her bedroom and telling her about a death game they started seems like something that she wouldn't be able to brush past. I mean, they didn't say this to Iguchi, who was also Yuuji's friend, only Sasaki. Only question is, how do they expect Sasaki to get in contact with Yuuji in the state Japan is in? And then there's of course the question of if Gege will even pick up this plot threat again.

Being interested in seeing what Yuuji will evolve into is Kenjaku's own way of showing they care, you could say. They don't give a shit about Choso's power level or potential after all, he's just a failure. Yuuji's potential is what makes them care and I think having birthed him themselves plays into their feelings as well, since Kenjaku clearly has a very close attachment to the womb, pregnancy and birth. Their interest in him is self-serving, but that doesn't mean they don't care or deny any parental feelings (at least not when in the right company, where they can open up more). Hell, despite looking down on Choso, Kenjaku does call themselves his parent. There's only a bit of blood connecting them, they didn't even birth him, but they don't deny their familial connection. So yeah, despite all that, Kenjaku always treats people bad because their own interests come first.

The current fight is interesting because Takaba could give something different to Kenjaku. He can entertain them, satisfy their curiosity and show them something new. He proofs that they don't need to go through with the merger, that there are other options they could take and might even end up happier for it, but I also think that Kenjaku will not use that opportunity to turn around. They have come too far, suffered set-back after set-back for thousand years just to get to this point, so no matter how good the alternative is, they will not give up on the merger. Tengen is already captured, she can't stay inside them forever and when she's set free, she will likely wreck chaos even if she doesn't merge with other humans. This fight shows us what Kenjaku could be or less destructive ways they could take, but at this point they are too far gone. I'm really curious to see how this will all play out and how this fight will end, what it will mean for Kenjaku, their plan, the protagonist team and how exactly they will deal with Takaba. Highly doubt it will mean anything good though. Either way, I smell some character development incoming.

#asks #kenjaku #jjk spoilers

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Hi, I have a request so, I'm studying right now and this idea popped into my head where the reader has been studying all day and Harry start getting all needy and trying to get their attention, but she won't budge so he gets all whiney and pouts while leaving her alone and she gives up on studying because she just wants to cuddle with Harry!

i feel like i am y/n recently... also i am linking this to my uni!verse cause i miss them

"Y/N...." Harry whines your name for what feels like the fiftieth time in the past ten minutes.

"Harry, I said no." You stressed, trying to write your essay.

You had been set a 2000 word essay the other week, finished it, only then to realise that you had been arguing for the wrong cause and had to start all over again. Oh, and it was due tomorrow. You were at the 1800 word mark, but you were still worried it was not good enough and so no doubt going to have to pull an all nighter.

Harry had been pestering you all day, asking you to go to the shops with him or asking you to go on a walk with him and now he was asking you to cuddle and watch a movie with him.

Part of the reason that you kept declining was genuinely because you needed to finish this essay, however the other part of you was finding it really hard to keep the relationship between you and Harry platonic. You'd liked him from day one, but with each day that went by you kept finding yourself falling harder and harder for him. So, cuddling in bed was getting harder and harder because you wanted to just kiss him so bad and tell him how you felt about him. You often blame it on that damn good-smelling aftershave he owns. - it's your kryptonite.

He was currently laying on your bed whilst you sat at your desk working. He often just made himself at home in your room, knowing that you wouldn't care if your bedsheets messed up a little.

"Yeah, but you said no hours ago."

"And I'm saying no again. Go watch football with the lads instead." You suggested, knowing that Liverpool FC, the team Harry supported were currently playing, yet he was in here trying to spend time with you instead. That actually was quite flattering, knowing how intimate the relationship with men and football is.

"But you've been working all day. You haven't even given me one hug." Honestly, this man-child.

"You're so needy."

"Only 'cause you give the best hugs."

"Flattery will get you nowhere." You smirked, adding another reference to your bibliography. "Now shush so I can finish this."

You heard your bedsheets ruffle and the springs whine as Harry stood up from your bed with a huge sigh. "Fine. I'll just be in my room. Alone. Crying."

Then your door shut and you were left alone to work. You only wrote one my line before you sighed and pushed away from your desk. The silence was louder than when Harry had been in here, making it so uncomfortable to work in.

"Oh for fuck sake." You muttered under your breathe, leaning over your laptop to save your work and put it to sleep. Before leaving your room your grabbed your key and your phone, letting the door shut heavy behind you.

Before you could even knock on Harry's door, he opened it and waved his hand for you to enter. He smirked and if you weren't so annoyed that he had gotten his way you might've smiled back. You were just petty like that, but then again you weren't planning on leaving any time soon. You could just submit your essay in the morning with a quick proofread.

"That didn't take you long." Harry said, shutting the door behind you.

You immediately, as many times before, climbed into his bed and snuggled under the duvet. It smelt like him and it smelt good. His duvet was so soft and comfortable, unlike your slightly itchy one in comparison. He smiled when he saw you cocooned in his bed, sitting down on top of the duvet next to you. He reached his arm around your shoulders, allowing your head to rest on his chest perfectly.

If anyone else was to be in the room right now they would definitely comment on how cosy and couple-like you both looked. To Harry he probably just thought that you looked like extremely good best-friends, but to you it was always going to be that little bit more.

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Kintsugi

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“It may be broken, but that doesn’t mean that it’s not beautiful anymore.”

You had casually said that during a conversation with your good friend and crush, KAY/O.

What you didn't expect was for him to take it to his metaphorical heart, and to ask for your help in repairs after his next mission.

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It wasn’t until the main light in the laboratory was turned on that you realised you had been working on this project all night long.

You winced while slowly turning to whoever entered the room, which was found to be Killjoy, clearly not expecting you to be still in your common workspace.

“Say…” The sentinel started, hesitant. “You didn’t spend your entire night here, ja ?” She continued, realisation daunting her.

“You already know the answer to that, don’t you ?” You replied, shrugging.

You couldn’t help the small smile creeping on your lips.

She said your name, berating.

“You know you can’t keep doing that ! If you need an upgrade so bad for your legs, you could ask us to help you,” She continued, walking quickly towards you.

You chuckled nervously.

“I know, I know. I just know what I want and how I want it, so it’s hard to ask for help,” You answered, awkwardly stepping to the side.

The noise of your current legs made you wince.

The agent seemed to soften at that, and she sighed.

“That’s alright, but please, take a break. Do you want me to get you your wheelchair ?” She asked, almost rhetorically since she was already going in the direction of it.

It was your turn to sigh.

You knew she didn’t mean to patronise you, but it still felt like it.

“Yeah, I could use a break from walking,” You admitted, choosing not to say anything about the gesture.

It just wasn’t worth the battle.

Killjoy brought you your mobility aid, and once comfortably seated, you rolled yourself towards the lounge, already knowing you’d need a strong coffee to keep yourself awake for the day.

“Hello,” Greeted KAY/O, who got up from his armchair when he saw you.

“Hi,” You replied, a small smile gracing your lips.

Rolling over to the counters, you remembered that you put your favourite mug in the top counters and not in the ones under the table, and you sighed, cursing under your breath.

“Something wrong ?” The robot questioned, his voice coming from behind you.

Did you not hear him walk because you were so sleep deprived ?

“My mug is in one of the counters up top, and I would get it if my legs weren’t currently killing me,” You explained, your voice even despite the pain.

You were used to those, after all.

“Could you get the black one ?” You asked, turning to him to the best of your capabilities without turning your wheelchair.

“The one with the coding ?” He answered, meeting your gaze.

Or at least you thought he was doing that.

After your nod, he carefully navigated around you to get to the right cupboard, taking out the cup you were referring to.

You smiled, thankful.

“Thank you ! Now let’s brew some five something espresso shots…” You said, going over to the coffee machine.

“No sleep ?” He observed needlessly.

Brimstone was rubbing off him, you thought absentmindedly.

“Yeah,” You confirmed nonchalantly.

“You know that’s not good for you,” He stated, and you could tell that he was still looking at you expectantly.

“Yeah,” You repeated yourself, pouring the first shot.

“Why do you keep doing it ?”

You paused mid movement for a split second.

You didn’t mean to – human’s micro expressions and all – but you knew that he noticed.

“I don’t really see the time pass by when I’m focused,” You answered semi-honestly.

Silence filled the room.

For a while, only the coffee machine’s whirring would be the one filling the silence.

Finally, after what felt like ages, the initiator spoke again :

“I see.”

And the silence was back.

Once your coffee was done, you decided to just chug it down in one go.

You didn’t have the patience – or the attention span – to continuously sip on it today.

When you met eyes with KAY/O again…

Well.

“Alright, what’s wrong ?” You questioned, wanting to have a confirmation on your inkling.

“You’ve been disregarding your health this week,” He observed, which made you chuckle dryly.

“What’s new ?” You broke eye contact.

“What’s wrong ?” He interrogated, suddenly very much closer than before.

You weren’t used to the robot being this much in your personal space.

He hardly was in anyone’s.

He always was the one to respect your personal space and to manage the fine balance between being concerned and wanting to help while not being patronising.

You’ve always loved that about him.

… You’ve always loved him, too, if you were honest.

From the day you were admitted to the Protocol, to the day you lost your legs…

Which wasn’t as far back as you’d like it to be.

You knew that Sage could restore your limbs.

You still didn’t really know why you refused her offer.

Maybe it was because you lost them while protecting your teammates.

Or maybe it was because you wanted to use yourself as a guinea pig.

Whichever the reason, you stuck to it.

The sound of something shattering brought you out of your thoughts.

“Are you okay ?” The initiator questioned.

It took you a while to answer as you stared at your now broken mug.

“Yeah,” You finally answered, realising you’ve been silent for too long.

“Let me throw that away for you,” He announced, and you felt yourself panic.

“No it’s okay ! I can repair it, please don’t throw it away,” You rushed to say, your anxiety seeping through.

He froze, slowly looking back up to you.

“Understood,” KAY/O replied, nodding. “Let me at least gather them together and make sure you don’t cut yourself handling the pieces,” He continued, resuming his actions, more carefully this time.

“While you do that, I am going to gather my tools,” You announced, slowly rolling back out of the kitchen to go to your room.

You didn’t linger in there however, as you just wanted to get the kintsugi kit that you’ve been meaning to try to use.

Once that was acquired, you went back to the lounge, taking a place at one of the tables.

Your robot friend then came next to you and gently put down the broken pieces of your mug.

And so, quietly, you went to work, slowly glueing the broken edges to make the cup whole again.

“What are you doing ?” KAY/O questioned, peeking over your shoulder.

“I’m fixing my mug,” You replied, giving him a brief glance before resuming your task.

Silence filled the air between the two of you until the robot spoke once again.

“Why are you colouring the cracks ? Don’t you want to hide how broken it is ?” He asked curiously, but you knew he also didn’t truly understand.

“It may be broken, but that doesn’t mean that it’s not beautiful anymore,” You said, your own voice feeling distant.

Was this why you didn’t want to get your limbs back ?

… You didn’t know.

You weren’t sure if you wanted to find out, if you were honest.

“Do you want any help ?” The initiator beside you spoke up, looking at your hands working on the task.

The proximity made your cheeks warm.

“I’m fine, thank you. I kinda like doing it,” You admitted, your blush growing stronger.

If KAY/O noticed, he didn’t comment.

“Alright,” He simply acknowledged, not moving from his position.

You could feel his system’s gentle warmth radiating and heating up your body.

Your hands slightly shook due to just how nervous you were about the situation, forcing you to focus more on your task to avoid mishaps.

Which was proving to be harder than it needed to be.

“Your hands are shaking,” The robot observed, turning his head towards you.

You knew he was studying you.

“And you’re very red,” He continued, just as matter of factly.

How were you even supposed to answer that without giving yourself away ?

Thankfully, you were almost done with glueing the pieces back, only needing a few more minutes.

“I’m fine, don’t worry,” You replied, your voice somehow even. “I’m just in a bit more pain than normal.”

You cursed your voice wavering.

You were not a good liar.

Probably sensing how uncomfortable you were with the topic, he dropped it.

“Be sure to take care of yourself,” He said, before looking once again at what you were doing.

You simply nodded, smiling to yourself.

He was just so caring.

A few days had passed since then, and you had made great progress with your new prosthetic legs…

However, you couldn’t say the same for your sleep.

You often found yourself waking up at your desk with a blanket on your shoulders.

You never got to find out who was your little caregiver, but you were glad they always got out of their way to do those small gestures.

You were trying out your new legs when the door to the laboratory opened.

Since your back was facing the entrance, you didn’t know who it was.

“Don’t mind me, I’m just trying out my legs and seeing if I need to do any changes. I may ask for your opinions later, though !” You said, assuming it was either Killjoy or Raze.

“How is that coming along ?” KAY/O’s voice answered you, making you jump slightly.

You awkwardly turned to him, obviously not acclimated to your limbs.

“It’s… Going. Hard to say if it’s any good until I finish my therapy…” You admitted, suddenly self-conscious.

He nodded, studying you.

“I came here to let you know to be ready in case of today’s mission going south,” He announced solemnly.

This made you pause.

He wanted you to repair him ?

Normally, he always asked Killjoy, since she was the best technician in the Protocol as well as the most familiar with his system.

Your bewilderment must’ve been clear on your face, since the robot continued :

“I thought about what you said when you were repairing your mug,” He started explaining. “I don’t think it would hurt to try,” He continued after a pause, as if he was thinking on how to express himself.

You nodded slowly.

“Sure, but I hope I don’t have to repair you…” You accepted with a light chuckle. “Please try not to get hurt, alright ?” You asked, your worry seeping through your tone.

“Acknowledged,” He replied simply, which didn’t really help your anxiety.

You kept quiet about it, however.

“What’s the mission about ?” You questioned, curious.

“Just a regular mission ; we’re going in two. I just wanted to warn you,” He replied, already heading out.

Before you knew, KAY/O was already on the field.

So you prepared the laboratory, your anxiety too high for you to walk.

You got woken up abruptly by the sound of the door slamming open.

When did you fall asleep ?

More importantly, what was happening ?

Your confusion melted away as soon as you saw the state of your robot friend, instead you felt worry and panic flood in.

“Put him on the table, now,” You ordered, somehow keeping your emotions in check.

You assessed his state.

To say he was beaten down would be an understatement.

You were surprised he was still somewhat conscious, looking at you and holding your gaze.

“You’re a fucking idiot, you know that, right ?” You said, clearly upset as you did your best to weld the leaking systems.

He didn’t answer.

You didn’t know whether to feel relieved or panic even more.

“Hey,” You said, talking to Brimstone and Breach, who were still in the room with you. “If you’re gonna stay and stare, at least help. Get me some fuel. It’s bright blue with a shift towards purple, you can’t miss it,” You ordered, not even looking at them.

You immediately heard the men shuffling around.

Your focus was now fully back on KAY/O, who was still barely responsive.

To say you were worried about your friend would be a massive understatement.

You were terrified.

But you also knew you had to keep your cool otherwise he’d lose his life.

Repairing him wasn’t easy by far, but you managed to stabilise him.

Once you had confirmed that he wasn’t in any danger of dying, you sighed in relief, getting to work with replacement parts for him.

But first, you connected him to his energy source, fueling him up while he was “sleeping”.

When you were sure everything was done right, you turned your back from him and started working on replacing his missing limbs.

You lost track of time of how long you’ve been working on that stupid forearm. Somehow, the hand did not want to cooperate with you.

Thankfully, it wasn’t his dominant shooting hand, so you didn’t have to figure out how KAY/O’s technology worked.

You sighed, leaning back on the wheelchair while rubbing your face.

At this rate, he’d be unable to walk and have a missing arm for a while.

“How is it coming along ?” Your crush spoke up, breaking the silence which made you jump.

You definitely felt your heart skip a beat out of surprise.

You turned to him once your adrenaline levels came down.

“You scared me,” You confessed, still clearly shook.

“Sorry,” He apologised, seemingly sheepish. He was now sitting on the table, observing you.

“But it’s… Well. I got your leg somewhat working,” You announced, glancing at said limb.

Repairing it was more of a pain than you’d had imagined.

“As for your arm… Well. It’s a bit of a different story,” You admitted, sheepish and ashamed.

“Can I try it ?” He asked, and you stared, bewildered.

Should you ?

“... Sure,” You shrugged, getting the leg on your lap and rolling to his direction.

Quietly, you handed it to him, allowing him to connect the leg by himself, since he knew how to do it better than you ever would.

He tried it out, moving his hands and bending his fingers.

“Does anything feel off ? Is there anything to fix ?” You questioned, alternating between looking at the arm and him, making sure that everything was at least looking fine.

“It feels fine to me, there may be some fine tuning to do,” He announced, looking at you curiously. “How about you ?” He suddenly enquired, which surprised you.

“Huh ?” You replied intelligently.

“Your legs. Did you get to work on them ?”

You fell silent, looking away, before realising that you probably had to answer him, and you sighed.

“No, I was too busy with your arm and worrying about making it as perfect as possible that I… Didn’t find the time to do anything,” You said, not meeting his eyes.

He didn’t answer you immediately.

The silence stretched out, making you nervous.

Was he mad ?

Why would he be ?

You did promise to take care of him in case he got hurt during the mission.

“Why ?” He questioned, audibly confused.

“Because you asked me to take care of you,” You replied honestly. “On top of that, missing an arm is way more hindering than missing a leg,” You continued, shrugging.

“Don’t you miss walking ?” He retorted as you heard him shift.

“I do,” You answered, not sure where this conversation was going. “But y’know, some things are just more important than others,” You said, shrugging.

“So I am important to you,” He observed, matter of factly.

You couldn’t help the blush creeping on your cheeks.

“Yeah…” You confirmed, trailing off.

“Are you embarrassed about it ?” He asked, and was that… Worry that you heard in his tone ?

“No ! No, not at all,” You denied immediately, looking back at him. “This is nothing to be embarrassed about,” You continued, fully turning to him.

“Then why are you blushing ?” You froze.

It wasn’t the first time your cheeks went red in his presence, but he never asked why, or anything about it.

“You keep doing so when I do specific things, and I’ve always wondered why. I’ve asked around but their answers didn’t make any sense,” He continued, bringing you out of your thoughts.

You didn’t want to confirm what you were thinking.

You knew what they said, and the fact that it didn’t make sense to him…

Was all that you needed to know about how he felt about you and your relationship.

It stung, but you were prepared for that.

“Yeah, sometimes humans don’t make sense,” You confirmed after realising that you didn’t answer.

“If your prosthetics are giving you so much trouble, why not ask sage to heal them back ?”

“Your guess is as good as mine, really,” You shrugged.

He seemed to think for a moment, if you could trust the more intense whirring of his system.

The soft “hum” somehow managed to put your mind at ease.

“Are you projecting this “Kintsugi” thing onto yourself ?” He suddenly blurted, making you pause as your eyes widened.

Was this what was really happening ?

“I… Maybe ?” You said, confused yourself.

You felt KAY/O’s hand gently cup your cheek, making you look at him.

He said your name firmly, as if he didn’t have your full attention already.

“You are genuinely the most beautiful human I’ve seen,” He admitted, and your cheeks flushed furiously. He wasn’t done, however. “Nothing will ever change that. No matter how broken you are, physically or otherwise.”

You didn’t know how somehow your face got even warmer, but it somehow did.

You were also at a loss for words, feeling yourself get emotional, your vision getting blurry.

The robot seemed genuinely surprised at your reaction, and clearly panicked a little bit.

You knew he couldn’t handle human emotions very well, so you tried to keep yours in check, but some tears did escape your eyes.

He gently brushed them away, so tenderly it surprised you.

It was as if your feelings for him were reciprocated.

But that really couldn’t be, could it ?

“Sorry,” You apologised, a hollow chuckle escaping your lips.

“Don’t,” He replied, his tone so soft.

You opened and closed your lips numerous times, not finding your words.

“I also have feelings I’m confused about, you know,” He blurted out of the blue.

You perked up at that.

“How so ?” You enquired, curious.

He stayed quiet for a while, just staring at you.

“Mostly because of you, if I were honest,” He started, hesitant. “I have those… Urges, as you might call them, when I’m around you. And only then,” He continued, rubbing your cheekbone idly. “Doesn’t help that my feelings and mood are so much different when I interact with you,” He fell silent.

You felt hope filling your chest, butterflies in your stomach.

But you needed a confirmation.

“What do you mean ?” You pressed the matter, hating how your hope was reflected in your tone, your behaviour. He didn’t reply immediately. “What’s on your mind, KAY/O ?”

“This is going to sound ridiculous…” He mumbled, self-conscious. “But I think I like you,” He continued, tilting his head away ever so slightly.

You couldn’t find your words as your body froze, not knowing how to react to this confession.

The silence stretched out, and it was only when your… When the initiator called your name, you realised that you hadn’t answered him.

“I like you too, actually. I uh, I think I actually love you, and probably have done so since we met…” You admitted, not knowing why you were suddenly shy.

You stared at each other wordlessly, the tension palpable.

“Do I have the authorization to kiss you ?” He asked, oh so hesitant.

The formality didn’t help his situation, but it did make you smile once you fully processed the request.

“Of course you can,” You confirmed, and you didn’t even have the time to speak another word that he went in for a kiss.

The feeling was different from human lips. It was way smoother, and somewhat warmer as well.

But you enjoyed that feeling.

You closed your eyes and enjoyed the moment, before your now lover parted from you, his face still very close to yours.

“I think I might love you, too,” He announced, which made you chuckle.

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freeuselandonorris · 1 month

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Umm hi. I am here to get some big sibling life stories and comfort from your asks again. I noticed you anwered one ask that if you knew the term you would have identify as ageosexual for years. Can you like what changed? What made you found the kink side? Why were you volunteraly not having sex for years? I am just personally really struggling with my own sexuality and letting people close is hard to figure out if I am just scared or on a-spectre. (Don't feel pressure to answer)

hi little sibling anon! ❤️

so, i've always been a very highly sexual person mentally, but to me the high sex drive (i am CONSTANTLY thinking about sex and have been pretty much since i hit puberty) is not actually all that linked to the desire to have physical sex, if that makes sense.

between the ages of 17-22, i had almost uniformly miserable sex. i was struggling with various mental illnesses and horrifically poor impulse control mixed with binge drinking, so my sex life between those years mainly consisted of, at best, drunken one night stands, and at worse - well, i'm sure you can imagine. so at some point i just kind of swore off the whole thing, thought i'd maybe just take a six month break or whatever... and that somehow turned into about eight years. and honestly, i didn't miss it. i read fic a lot, i masturbated pretty much every day, but i rarely had the desire for sex and i never fantasised about myself (hence my comment about ageosexuality).

i can't pinpoint one moment that changed. part of it was just getting more mentally healthy in general, part of it was coming off birth control that had artificially dampened my sex drive (fuck you, progesterone-only pill!), part of it was meeting a partner online and being able to develop our sex life in a way that felt doable (i.e. a lot of sexting) before we met in person. and it was at that point that i started getting into kink more seriously (i'd always known i was attracted to it - even as a kid, before i understood what kink was, i was attracted to the same stuff i sexualise now), and that was a revelation. honestly, even now i could probably live pretty cheerfully without 'standard' sex for the rest of my life (assuming i was allowed to jerk off lol), but i couldn't live without some sort of kink practice. even now, i don't actually have sex/practice partnered kink that often! it's generally about once a month. but i think about/talk about/write about sex constantly thanks to my delicious feral friends and mutuals, and that to me is a fulfilling sex life. would i welcome partnered sex/kink more often if the opportunity presented? sure. could i live without it? absolutely.

ALL THIS TO SAY (long-winded and oversharing as usual) that sexuality can and does change! for me, part of it was undoubtedly fear from previous bad experiences, but part of it was simply that i hadn't yet understood what my sexuality did consist of. and that is something that comes with time, and with being honest with yourself. of course some people know from a very young age that they're ace and live their entire lives without that changing, in the same way that some people have always known they were gay or straight or any other sexual identity. but equally, for plenty of people, it changes over time, and that doesn't make it any more or less valid.

soooo if i'm going to give you some big-sibling advice, i would say that of course you can define yourself in a way that fits you and feels good to you, but that definition doesn't have to be a one-time-only thing. you are allowed to see your sexuality as a fluid thing that shifts over time, whether that's due to circumstances or simply who you are as a person changing. if you don't want to let people close to you right now, then you don't have to (and in fact i'd recommend you don't, for a little while at least, because it doesn't sound like you're enjoying the experiences you do have currently), but you don't have to assign a definition to it if that doesn't feel right. and conversely, you can assign a term to describe it to yourself and others and then change that term in the future if it doesn't fit anymore. you can say to yourself: 'okay, i don't want to have sex at the moment', and that can be enough.

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Idol Crush! [20]

► TWENTY: this was not happening (0.7k words + smau)

This was not happening.

You cursed as you fearfully scrolled through Twitter, your hands shaking as you tapped at the various articles linked to yours and Jungwon's names.

This was not fucking happening.

"We'll sort this out," Jia promises calmly from beside you, but you hear the tremor in her voice. Even she didn’t fully believe the words coming out of her mouth.

Sort this out.

How was anybody supposed to "sort out" the fact that Koreaboo, Soompi, AllKpop and all of those other dumb tabloids were collectively putting out articles about you allegedly confessing to Yang Jungwon?

Though, of course, it wasn’t alleged. You did confess to Jungwon.

But only IKONIC and Jungwon himself (and probably the other Enhypen members) knew about it.

So how the hell was this happening?

"This makes no sense," you whisper, a feeling of queasiness descending upon you as you read a particularly nasty comment about you, "Somebody, please… tell me this isn't happening."

Riyah shoots you a look of despair when she sees you’re on the verge of tears and Ami rushes to throw her arms around you. Through your blurred vision, you see both Sunwoo and Daiyu staring intensely at their phones while you hear the sound of Jia’s nails clicking loudly at her phone screen. She was presumably in a heated conversation with your manager over the fact that you were currently trending on Twitter for getting rejected by The leader of Enhypen: Yang Jungwon.

You let out a tearful groan as you sunk deeper into Ami’s embrace, “Please let me wake up from this fucking nightmare.”

“Don’t worry Y/n…Lots of Ikons are defending you,” Riyah says in a reassuring manner, but it doesn’t make you feel any better and you just look at her helplessly. Of course, a small part of you was glad to see your fans standing up for you. But you couldn't really focus on that when you saw all of the negative comments that they were defending you from.

“She really thought she had a chance?” (No, you didn’t, but you thought it wouldn’t hurt to let him know how you felt.)

“She’s not even close to his level, what was she even thinking??” (To be fair, even you didn't know what you were thinking when you decided to confess. You just knew you wanted to do it. )

“And she has the audacity to do still do a variety show with him? " (That wasn't even in your control. We're you not supposed to do your literal job even though you and Jungwon had happily reconciled like 4 months ago? )

Honestly, it felt like you were once again transported back to 3 years ago, contemplating whether or not you should go through with the confession. Only this time you were not alone in your self-criticism. Now you had the company of thousands of people joining in on beating you down with their harsh and unwanted opinions.

Wasn't that great?

"How the hell did word of this even get out?" Riyah asks, voicing the question that has been plaguing your mind ever since you opened Twitter, "Are you sure nobody else saw you confessing to Jungwon?"

You give Riyah a blank stare, though you doubt you look as annoyed as you are, given there were tears brimming the corner of your eyes, "Oh, I don't know Riyah... It's not exactly like I was keeping track of the people walking down the street while I was getting rejected."

At Riyah's crestfallen face, you immediately feel bad. You know she didn't mean any harm by asking - she simply wanted you to rack your brain for any possible reason as to how your little confession scene got leaked all over the media... But truthfully, you didn't know either, and it was frustrating the hell out of you.

"I'm sorry Ri, I'm just really as clueless as you are right now..."

"Dude, why are you even apologizing? It was stupid of me to even ask in the first place."

"Yeah," Ami chimes in, "You know Riyah unnie is always saying stupid things."

At that, Riyah's sympathetic face morphs into one of irritation, "You are literally such a brat-"

Their bickering makes everything feel normal again, and you let your guard down for just a second. In just that moment, you finally feel free again, like you can breathe.

And then that moment is shattered by the sound of your phone going off.

A notification from Yang Jungwon.

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Idol Crush!💞 Masterlist

SYNOPSIS: Y/N knew that once she and her group, IKONIC, finally debuted, there'd be a chance that she'd run into YANG JUNGWON: The leader of the global rookie group ENHYPEN. But JUNGWON isn't just the leader of a famous 4th gen boy group... he's also the boy that she confessed to three years ago and got rejected by. The last thing Y/N needs to do is fall back in like with him, because even something as simple as an idol crush! could bring about some unwanted drama and Dispatch worthy headlines.

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Prompt: 11. Forgotten Gift

Pairing: Snape x Fem!OC

POV: Dual (Snape, Third & OC, First)

Setting: Hogwarts

Continuation of: 10. Gingerbread & Peppermints

A/N: I hope December is wonderful for you darling, over here it’s been a bit of a madhouse and my daughter is yet again sick (preschool life 😂) but we’re doing well. Except I seem completely incapable of writing short things and a fic a day is no easy thing to do for an entire month - so the length doesn’t really help but I hope you’re enjoying my shenanigans! 😅💚 Let’s dive right back in where we left off yesterday right away! 😍

Tags/TW’s: Emotional Hurt (No Comfort), Mutual Pining, Confusing Emotions, Revelations, Confessions, Low Self-esteem, Judged by Appearance, Slight Jealousy

Word Count: 4.6k+

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≪ Rosanna’s POV ≫

I hugged myself as I stood by the large windows in my new, temporary office. The grounds spread out below, covered in snow that glistened in the moonlight. It felt strange to be back at Hogwarts five years after my graduation. To walk the halls, and see parts of the castle previously unavailable to me when I was a student. A lot of things had changed about me, very little had changed here though.

I couldn’t help but wonder if professor Snape ever even reflected on the holiday gift I had sent the first Christmas after I had graduated, three months after having become something other than a student. “Probably not,” I sighed and shook my head with a wry smile, feeling slightly dejected.

I wasn’t usually so… dreary in my mood or thoughts but seeing him again, coming to terms with what I thought had been a mere teenage crush being more, it put me in quite an uncomfortable state. What was I supposed to do about the feelings I had in my heart? I was nothing to him, he even looked at me with a grander coldness than before — when I was the invisible student professors usually glanced over. I wasn’t a brilliant scholar but I worked hard, I wasn’t loud or surrounded by friends but I had been quite happy about my life — which wasn’t quite normal when it came to life during these evolving years.

I was just regular, normal, overlooked but probably somewhat appreciated for being one of the kids the professors hadn’t had to think about really. It was different now, though. I grew up, my body evolved and I went from the flat teenager to the curvy adult. My hair grew thicker, like my grandmother’s, and my face lost the childish features only to take on the beauty of my mother. I noticed it, and so did others. But honestly, I preferred my looks before I became the one people took a double take on. Before I turned heads, before I couldn’t tell if someone was a friend or just looking to get lucky.

Honestly, it sucked. But I did learn to use it to my advantage when times were hard. Unfortunately, it also meant that people gave me a chance just for my looks, but didn’t keep me around after they knew there was nothing I was willing to offer of myself to them. None even cared enough to look at my work, or notice my ethics, or talk to me about anything of importance. “Snape did though, when I wanted to learn about more difficult potions… But, that was me just trying to get his attention so really, I’m as bad as everyone else. But I was a teenager,” I blabbered out to myself and shook my head once more before turning to get some order established around my new desk — currently cluttered and littered with books — just to distract myself from the cold feeling in my chest.

I gathered up a heap of books to put on a trolly when the door swung open, startling me enough to make the books clatter to the floor. I didn’t have time to think about it though. “You,” professor Snape said with a slight huffing to his breathing while standing in the doorway. “M-me, professor?” I asked, not knowing what to think while my heart sped up just from him being near. “It was you,” he continued while stepping in with long strides, his cloak swishing about behind him.

My eyes widened at his harsh but strange tone. “I-, it was me? I’m sorry, professor, but I don’t know—” “Five years ago,” he said and stalked up to me, “you sent me a Christmas gift, peppermints.”

I blinked at him, not understanding why he barged into my office, talking about the gift I’d sent all those years ago in hopes of-, well, something foolish. “I-, yes, I did,” I said, fidgeting with my hands in front of me. “You didn’t like them? Was it the wrong kind?” you asked, almost certain you had bought the exact kind he usually carried with him in a small satin bag. It was one of the things you had noticed while admiring the man from afar.

Snape’s eyes widened, his back straightening. “For months, I wondered who had sent me a Christmas gift, you left no note.” “Oh, I-, well I didn’t really want to-, umh, well I didn’t think-, I just thought you-,” I stuttered, unable to form any real meaning when he looked at me so intently, his onyx eyes fixated on me. “Are you always this eloquent?” he asked in a rumbled drawl.

My entire face burned, even the tips of my ears hidden behind my thick hair. Is he angry? “Miss Kindra,” he said harshly, “why did you send me that gift?” “Because I liked you-, because I like you.” WHAT AM I SAYING?!

Snape blanched, his lips slightly parting while his smaller eyes widened. “I’m sorry! I’m so sorry, professor!” I nearly shouted out while holding my hands up and out. “I shouldn’t have said that, I’m so sorry. I—” “This is nonsense,” he snarled.

Before I had time to speak another word he had spun around and stalked out of my office, the bookcase door left wide open while I watched him disappear with stiff shoulders and his cloak billowing behind him from the rapid pace to his long strides.

I took a stumbling step to the side, finding purchase on the side of the desk while my knees shook and trembled. The warm blush was replaced by cold dread turning my tanned skin paler than usual. What have I done?

≪ Severus’s POV ≫

The door to his quarters slammed shut while he strode ahead; his chest tight, his heart pounding. Her words rang in his head, unfathomable. Yet he walked right up to his bed, pulling open the drawer of his bedside table.

The content rattled and there, furthest in, it lay. The satin bag those peppermints had come in was as pristine as the day he received the gift. He reached out and took it, his thumb stroking the smooth fabric while lifting it up.

‘I like you’ rang in his head in her wondrous voice. The laugh he’d heard in Dumbledore’s office echoed in the back of his head, warming his chest which felt unnaturally tight. Why can I not remember you? He wondered while racking through his memories for any glimpse of you, surely he’d remember someone like you?

He spent the rest of the night wondering, trying to find out who you had been all those years ago when that gift had arrived in the Great Hall during the Christmas dinner. Minerva had spent quite some time teasing him about the secret admirer who’d gifted him his most favoured treat, that he incidentally always kept close. One of the few pleasures he afforded himself. He hadn’t thought anyone took notice of such a thing, it was never visible that he had one usually resting under his tongue when he wasn’t teaching.

When morning arrived he felt stiffer than usual. At the very least it was Sunday, meaning no classes and fortunately no detentions to deal with. So he dressed and headed to breakfast while doing his utmost not to think of what happened last night while he stalked through the halls decorated with garlands and other knick-knacks he paid no mind to.

The hall was nearly empty at the early hour, most students sleeping in and professors having breakfast in their own quarters. So he sat himself down and grabbed the mug of black coffee which appeared before him.

“Good morning, professor.” He damn near choked on the hot coffee when her happy voice took him off-guard. He glared up at her, her smile faltering and her tanned cheeks took on a hint of a blush. “Sorry, professor, I’ll just-, umh, alright,” she stammered out in a rush and moved three chairs away from him. “Snape’s at it again,” he heard a girl whisper. “Poor Miss Kindra,” another said, “she seems so nice.” “And so pretty,” a boy chuckled while Severus focused on his coffee. Disregarding the whispering students while he hardened his features as his heart had sped up from her sudden appearance by his side.

He still hadn’t managed to remember her from before. No matter how he searched the faces in his memory she wasn’t there. There was none like her he could remember. But, truthfully, there was something else about her that had nothing to do with her looks which he felt strangely drawn to. The laugh, her voice, the way her eyes positively twinkled and the sweet way she seemed to always blush when someone looked at her. Why she would do so when she was such a beautiful woman who surely got looked at plenty often he could not fathom.

“Miss Kindra,” a seventh-year boy who had dared step up to the teachers’ table said and Severus turned his head with a flurry to tell him off for disturbing the woman during her breakfast but his words got stuck in his throat.

She was smiling gently at the boy. She looked stunning, but not at all like she had looked a moment ago — flustered and nervous. Her fingers weren’t fidgeting, her eyes weren’t twinkling and her smile was sweet but not quite the smile he had seen her with before. It looked more friendly.

“Could I have some help with a book?” the boy asked while fixing the strap of his bag, the tips of his ears were bright red while he looked at the woman. “Mr Colin, certainly, you can find me in the library in an hour.” “Thank you, Miss Kindra, I’ll bring the others.” “Oh, others?” she asked, her eyebrows raised a bit and the boy pointed with his thumb over his shoulder where four more boys sat by the Hufflepuff table.

Something in Severus’s chest tightened while his mouth thinned at the eager looks they all sent towards Miss Kindra. Yet, she seemed thoroughly unaffected and simply waved to the blushing boys filled with teenage hormones. She’s been here less than a day and they are swarming to her, he thought and why it bothered him so much he couldn’t quite tell. She seemed like someone who could easily be taken advantage of with that sweet smile and inviting looks.

His hand hardened around the mug’s ear. But it wasn’t his place to say anything, the woman was old enough to take care of herself, being in her early twenties he guessed while he was just a month away from turning thirty.

He gritted his teeth, took another sip of the coffee and found it unappetizing while his entire body acted up as he tried not to look towards Miss Kindra. Nonsense, he thought to himself and stood up to leave. Not before he noticed the blasted woman looking towards him with that infernal smile that looked both nervous and inviting at the same bloody time. He simply arched a brow at her, hardening himself on the outside while his insides seemed overwhelmed by her. There was truly something about her that he could not help but be drawn to. Something about her that he felt different about than he’d done regarding anyone else before.

He strode off, not affording the beautiful woman who’d not long ago had said she liked him another glance — even if it took all his strength not to look back as he exited the Great Hall. The words still rang so clearly in his head and he did not know what to make of them, what to think of them. Or her. Just her looks were enough to turn every head when she walked by, and he found her absolutely enchanting to view but it was what lay in her, something he couldn’t term yet felt inexplicably drawn to. Something that resonated with him. Even the manner in which she looked at him was different to how she appeared to look at others — did he terrify her as he did all else?

≪ Rosanna’s POV ≫

It had taken over two hours to deal with the gang of teenage boys ogling her, not truly listening to her words but giving her their full attention. This was a bad idea, she groaned at herself while resting her head in her hands, elbows on her desk where she was hiding away in her office.

She drew a deep breath and tried to quench all the emotions raging in her. She had hoped Hogwarts would be a different environment to work in but of course not. She was surrounded by raging hormones. How stupid she had been to take the temp job, not that I did it for the work… I just thought-, hoped, ugh, I wanted to see him. Why lie to myself?

My eyes watered as I remembered the countless places I had found work, and each place had been the same. Drooling men, envious women, grinning boys and inappropriate comments coming from all ends — making me uncomfortable and all too aware of where I stood in society according to others. Was this how mum felt?

I pushed my fingers into my hair, snivelling as my tears began to flow. It seemed history was to repeat itself over and over, no matter where I went. Not even the place where I had been of no importance, where I had been just some student, allowed me to be something other than a walking ogle-attractor. “Why is it always like this? I have more than my looks to offer…” And he doesn’t even look at me, I thought perhaps I’d at least get that as a reward for living with this.

I sighed and straightened up, lacing my fingers and squeezing my hands to centre myself. “But he just glares at me, like he dislikes me more than anyone else…” The words felt heavy to utter and something in my chest hurt terribly at it. It was the one thing I’d hoped I’d gain from looking like I did. The one thing I could get out of it, having the attention of the only man I had ever truly liked… And he seems to hate me, from the second he saw me in the headmaster’s office.

I snivelled anew and dragged my hand under my nose before wiping my cheeks of the tears.

A knock came from the door and I hurried to shake myself out of the dreary mood, clapping my cheeks a bit to stop the tears while putting on a smile. “Come in!” I called while walking around my desk and the door opened slowly. Once more he was there, standing in my office like a tall shadow filling the room with his presence and snagging my breath with his dark eyes glaring at me.

≪ Severus’s POV ≫

His step faltered when her eyes found his. The chocolate colour seemed duller than a few hours ago, her eyes and cheeks reddened, puffy. Crying? Why did that thought hurt so severely within him?

He cleared his throat discreetly while the door closed slowly behind him. “Professor, I’m not in the right frame of mind to entertain at the moment,” she said and the way her voice sounded so bleak compared to before stirred something in him. Touched a memory long since forgotten. “Can this wait?” she asked while her arms came up to hug her own midsection. It drew his eyes to the ample breasts hidden behind a tightly fitted blouse. He flicked his eyes back up to her face with haste. She seemed to not even have noticed, thankfully.

“I have something for you,” he said and produced the satin bag he had been clutching behind his cloak. Her eyes widened as he held it out. “You-, you kept it? All this time?” she asked and the way her fingers reached out to touch it had his spine stiffening. “I did,” he said with a rumble far darker than he wished.

She looked up at him and made her hand retreat. “It was a gift to you, it’s yours, professor,” she said and smiled meekly at him. He wanted to step closer, study those warm eyes that he felt belonged to someone that wasn’t the woman in front of him. “I cannot remember,” he said, still holding out the bag for her to take back, “and someone like you should be impossible to forget.”

His eyes widened as a loud laugh burst from Miss Kindra, the reaction not what he’d thought. “Because of this face? These looks? This body?” she sighed out, almost exasperated while holding out her hands — showing all the beautiful curves of her shape. Yet his eyes remained trained on hers. There was something familiar about them in the state she was currently in.

“I hoped-, I thought-, but no, no of course the only man I’ve ever-, I should never have taken this stupid job!” she exclaimed while turning around and hugging herself anew while walking over to the windows, her shoulders drawn up for a moment before she exhaled deeply and they sank back down.

There.

In that moment.

He knew. He remembered.

“You wished to learn about healing potions,” he said in a low rumble while his mind finally managed to place her. An old student of his. But she had looked nothing like she did now back then, her entire aura was different. Closed off and… hurt. That’s what he had sensed, that was what he had felt resonating with him on the inside when he looked at her. A sense of deep hurt.

“Rosanna Kindra,” he exhaled as he connected the dots between the past and the present.

≪ Rosanna’s POV ≫

I exhaled, my lungs stiffening within my chest as he spoke my name for the first time. I hadn’t thought it would make me feel so discouraged. I had always thought I would have marvelled and loved it, but now things were different.

“I remember now,” he said quietly. “You asked to be tutored outside classroom hours, yet you never seemed to fully pay attention,” he continued harshly. “Of course not, I’m as bad as those boys,” you sighed while shame crept beneath your skin. I’m no better… “Boys?”

I spun around, finding him a mere step away from me with his brow lifted in a perfect arch. “I’ve just spent two hours being ogled by teenage boys,” you said while you tried to not think about how you found him so extremely handsome. “And I should be used to it, always being stared at and having the most inappropriate comments thrown my way with smirks,” I continued while I tried so damn hard to not allow my eyes to roam the man before me.

“And I did that to you back then,” I exhaled, having to turn my head as I couldn’t look at him with the raging of my heart mingling with the guilt I felt from all those years ago when I was young and foolishly blinded by hormones or what other nonsense have you — so what’s my excuse now? “Did, what?” he drawled. “Ugh, you’re going to make me say it?”

Snape nearly sneered at me. I sighed. “I had a huge crush on you, professor,” I confessed anew. “A crush?” he asked, apparently confused, or in disbelief. “Yes, I had a crush on you. A massive, foolish crush on my professor.” The words felt awful to speak out loud, even more so when spoken to the man himself who I still bloody liked beyond reason.

“I thought-, well, I hoped-, ugh,” I groaned and threw my hands in the air while pacing back and forth in the office, feeling his eyes follow me each step. “I thought maybe, now, when I look like this you’d-, I don’t know! I thought you’d notice me,” I said while deflating in the middle of the room. Snape still stared at me, unmoving.

“I thought, this damn curse of looking like this would at least give me a chance… But you-, you only glare at me. Stalking away from me, looking at me as if you hate me and now-, now I feel so stupid for having come here thinking you’d notice me like everyone else always seem to do and maybe these looks would finally be good for something.” “Curse?” he asked, his voice a bit stronger than before. “Figure of speech,” I sighed and pinched the bridge of my nose with my other hand on my hip.

“You think me indifferent to your… appearance?” he asked and I looked towards him, my hands falling to my sides. “Of course you’re indifferent, nothing gets your attention. If it’s not a student breaking a rule or something,” I said with a humourless chuckle. “One of the things I like about you… You’re not swayed by anything,” I continued honestly. “You have no idea,” he said, sending shivers down my spine with that thrumming voice of his. “Clearly, looks aren’t everything, Miss Kindra. Yours being…” His eyes wandered up and down my body at that and my limbs stiffened under his eyes.

“Being, what? Not to your liking?” I asked, readying myself to hear those dreaded words as my looks felt like all I had left. “Most pleasing,” he said, and I blanched for a second. “You like how I look?” “I’m no blind bat,” he gritted out with a huff. “But looks aren’t everything, you said.” “Looks can be… deceiving.”

I threw my hands up into the air. “Of course, now I’m a deceiver too, fan-frikking-tastic! I just can’t win, can I,” I exclaimed and sighed, feeling myself turn sadder by the minute. “You know what, just leave, Severus. Just leave if you’re going to glare at me like that and say such hurtful things.” “I am not glaring at you.” “D’you need a mirror?” I huffed while crossing my arms under my boobs, resorting to a temper tantrum rather than to allow my tears to fall from the pain in my chest. Seven bloody years, five, bloody, years away from him and still...

≪ Severus’s POV ≫

She was infuriating. He couldn’t understand how the words he had planned to say never got a chance to be uttered and now he’d upset her something fiercely and he had no idea what he’d done to make her react in such a manner. That he himself was upset about seeing her in such a state he couldn’t quite figure out either.

“Miss Kindra,” he sighed, “I merely came to return the bag and thank you for the cookies.” “Of course you did,” she grumbled. “Will you cease with this-, this behaviour?” he asked while clenching his fists, feeling a terrible need to hold her. “What behaviour? I’m hurt, Severus!” she shouted but all he could do was marvel at the way her voice sounded his name. It sounded beautiful for the first time in his miserable life.

“By Merlin, my life’s gone to the dogs,” she said and he couldn’t keep from stepping up to her. She was in reach and he wanted to tell her that her looks were captivating but that was not what seemed to touch him each and every time he saw her; was close to her.

“Tell me, Miss Kindra,” he began quietly, “how did you plan for all this to go?” he asked with an arched brow, feeling quite hot and bothered in her viewing of him so up close. “How I’d-, what?” “Have you looked at me?” he asked, straightening his back but taking no pride in his appearance. He wasn’t handsome, wasn’t attractive in any manner really — that wasn’t anything new to him and it had been five years since the woman before him had been his student when he was younger, twenty-four years of age.

“I’ve done nothing but look at you,” she said quietly, her voice heavy and he took half a step back at the honesty in her voice. “And you-, like me? You?” he asked, feeling uneasy and off-kilter under that warm look she offered. “For a long time.” She’s playing me for a fool, he thought while his lips thinned and he leaned forward, getting up close to her gorgeous, blushing face. “You are a terrible liar,” he snarled. “You’re blushing and averting your gaze, unable to look me in the eye while you speak lies.” And I won’t be made a fool of.

A small gasp escaped her lips while she looked absolutely horrified, hurt again. And then something about her changed. Her shoulders squared and she appeared to bristle under his gaze, forcing him to straighten while she became positively thunderous a head below him.

She poked his chest with a slender finger, her nails perfectly manicured. “How dare you?” she hissed. “How dare you!” “I am—” “Oh no, no you seal those lips of yours and listen,” she scolded while pushing her sharp nail into the fabric of his frock coat. “I have spent years, years longing for you, thinking about you wondering what I could ever do to reach you,” she said while taking half a step forward, getting up close and personal while he remained ramrod straight.

“I have been attracted to you for seven years now, and I knew I could do nothing about it as a student, looking the way I did and being absolutely nothing special,” she said harshly while her eyes watered. “And here you stand, saying I’m not allowed to like what you look like? That I can’t like you because I look like this?” “I did not say—” “Didn’t you though? Didn’t you just say that, Severus?”

He opened and shut his mouth, twice, lost for words. For he had. He judged her out mostly for the way she looked, for surely someone looking like her couldn’t possibly like his appearance? Yet it’s not the looks, it’s that infernal feeling you are exuding when you look at me.

“You never even took notice enough of me to recognise my handwriting, which you spent seven years reading,” she said and pushed once with her nail before lowering her hand. “Maybe I should judge you out for judging me now that I look like this?” she nearly snarled at him and he felt his mouth dry up. For he had been judging her ever since he had laid eyes upon her in Dumbledore’s office.

“Leave,” she said coldly, “before another forgotten gift is dragged out of history.” “Miss Kindra, I—” “Just leave, professor Snape,” she sighed while turning around dismissing him completely. For once he had no words to speak. He felt like a scolded little boy for the first time in years, and rightly so. But the manner she held her shoulders up, how she seemed to tense more and more for each passing second, had his heart in a twist. For, perhaps, she had been completely honest and now he had managed to ruin yet another chance at something… beautiful. Something he thought himself not worthy of.

So, he turned and walked away, opening the hidden door. “I apologize,” he said quietly. “For not remembering and, now…” All he got in return was a deep sigh from her, her back turned against him. He closed the door and headed off towards his private quarters with thudding steps that seemed to turn heavier and heavier to further away from her he went.

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Explosions Across Lifetimes - Chapter 4: Hellfire and Ice Cold Secrets (3k words)

The next monthly meeting rolls around rather fast. Demons are discussed and secrets are revealed.

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Thing’s got bad fast . It was kinda impressive, how quickly everything could go to shit. The next meeting between the empires wasn’t going to go well either, since everyone arrived looking sour as a lemon.

Fwhip wasn’t any better, slumped over in his chair and a scowl permanently etched into his features. Even small, admittedly adorable, smiles from Jimmy wouldn’t cheer him up. He felt a bit bad about not talking to the Cod at the meeting, since they’d had limited contact over the past month. The relationship had cropped up at a stupid time and was honestly at the back of Fwhip’s mind for a little while.

He didn’t have much time to ponder on that though, as Pixl started the meeting as soon as they were all sat down.

“I think we can skip the formalities.” The Copper King began, giving his fellow emperors a glance each. Like we were ever formal, Fwhip thought sarcastically, trying to make his expression look better than he felt. “We all know what we’re here to discuss.”

“Yeah,” Joel said, giving a pointed look at two spots in particular, Sausage and Joey’s chairs. “Why are there only ten of us?” The Count was not appreciating how blunt the Mezelean could be, and it certainly wouldn’t be the last time.

Shrub’s voice was shaking quite a bit as she spoke, so much so every word sounded forced out of her. “I don’t know where Joey is.” She said, working her hands against the fabric of her pants. “He just stopped talking to me and I couldn’t get into his empire, the guards kept me out.” She was giving her worried look to the meeting table, unable to meet any set of eyes currently on her. “They said he was busy every time I tried! Joey’s not that busy!” She looked up, voice higher pitched with distress. “He lounges in his own wealth all day! He doesn’t do actual ruler stuff, not anything like paperwork anyways!”

Pix rested his chin on his hands, gaze unusually worried for him. “He’s gone quiet on my end as well. Hasn’t checked in on the totem trade in almost two months.”

“That solves Joey, but where’s Sausage?” Lizzie asked, and all remaining eyes flashed towards the Wither Rose Alliance members, including Scott. The elf was apart of the alliance, but he’d never been big on meeting up before, and hadn’t acted like he had any allies since the demon showed up.

Gem couldn’t look up at anyone, gaze becoming permanently fixed on her fidgeting hands once their brother was brought up. His sister’s ears were pointed downwards, a sign of inward distress from her. Pearl’s gaze shifted to Fwhip, her lips pursed together tightly. It became clear to the Count that he had to be the one to answer their friends' questions, and he wasn’t happy about it. The situation had hurt him the most behind Pearl.

He took a deep breath, steadying himself. “Sausage had been…kicked from the Wither Rose Alliance.” He said, feeling his ears flatten back unconsciously. Sausage had been getting too dangerous, they’d had to kick him out. It wasn’t safe for their people, it wasn't safe for them. “He hasn’t made contact since.” Fwhip would have known if Sausage talked to any of them since that day, he simply would’ve. He’d been checking any mail, any note or message he received. He pestered Gem and Pearl if Sausage had said anything to them daily, sometimes talking to them a few hours after their last conversation just to make sure. He was concerned by the sudden ghosting. Sausage didn’t ghost people, he simply didn’t . The brunette would tell people where he was going before he purposefully disappeared, he always had. Mythland’s ruler couldn’t in good conscience just leave all his loved ones to worry without a hint of his whereabouts. Something was wrong, deeply, terribly wrong.

Concerned murmurs passed along the table and Fwhip rested his forehead in his hands for a moment, glaring into the wooden table beneath him. Small conversations started around him but the Count drowned them all out, focusing on the patterns in the wood until the sea of emotions left him. He could break down later, at home and in private, not in front of friends and a few enemies.

He could feel someone looking at him though, who was probably the only other person at the table not engaged in a meaningless conversation. Fwhip glanced up, meeting the kind brown eyes of Jimmy. The Codfather gave him a small smile accompanied by a reassuring look. For a moment Fwhip let himself get lost in that look and believed, for just a second, that everything would be okay. He smiled back at Jimmy, hoping his expression convened the fondness he felt for the other.

“How about we discuss strategies for dealing with the corruption?” Pix interrupted all the small conversations, everyone's head turning to him. “There’s no use in fighting the demon if we can’t stop a side effect of its powers.”

“Their name is Xornorth.” Gem muttered quietly, getting a few surprised glances. Fwhip didn’t notice, but Scott was struggling to conceal a look of dread from where he sat.

“I’m sorry?” Pixl asked, confused but not unkind.

“Xornorth.” Gem repeated the name, one that sounded suspiciously eleven like. Elvish magic, maybe that's what they were dealing with, some old elf stuff. It sounded reasonable to Fwhip. The magic being old would explain why no one, not even their elf, knew what it was. “I interviewed it, and that’s the demon's name.” His sister said it so simply, like interviewing a demon was a normal occurrence.

“ They? ” Shrub said curiously.

Gem waved her hand. “One of its pronouns, they, he, it, sometimes none.” The wizard explained. Asking for pronouns was actually a good idea, and Fwhip knew he would’ve glossed over that fact. Not because he disrespected pronouns, he just tended to get too into his information gathering. If he had a chance to contact the demo-Xornorth he;d be trying to squeeze every ounce of information out of it, every ounce he wanted to give.

“Well,” Pixl said with an awkward cough. “To get back on track, I’ve found that the demon doesn’t like copper. The corruption won’t go within ten feet of The Vigil, either”

“I don’t imagine he’d like holy places much.” Pearl said. “It is a demon after all.” Murmurs of agreement followed her, and Fwhip decided to offer up information next. He wasn’t in a talking mood, so might as well get it out of the way.

“Redstone also wards off the corruption.” He said, ears flicking in slight annoyance. Redstone, redstone! It had taken him so long to figure out the tentacles hated the mineral, and it was his favorite one! It was all over his empire for god’s sake! How had he not noticed sooner!

“It doesn’t like prismarine, or sea lanterns.” Lizzie said, looking around to see if anything else was to be added.

“It's not fond of the beanstalk.” Pearl spoke again. “Don’t know what magic Sau- he put in my lands, but it’s working pretty well.” God it hurt to just say his name, just to hear it said.

“The tentacles don’t like the overgrown, but I think that falls under magic holy places.” Katherine said. The fae glanced at Jimmy. “How about the Codlands?” “Doesn’t like the church, or my nether portal for some reason.” The Codfather said, more mutters of agreement occurred at the mention of the nether portal. Fwhip wouldn’t have noticed, he hadn’t been to the nether in a month, not even for resources. He’d been knee deep in worry over all this demon stuff.

“It doesn’t like gem crystals, or any of my magic really.” Gem said, louder than she was the first time. “A tentacle tried to take Gandalf though.” His sister frowned at the last part, and Fwhip remembered the incident. Gem had called him over for help, crying uncontrollably, her beloved cat almost being murdered had understably shaken her deeply.

“The demon, it-it” Shrub’s voice was small and cracking when she spoke up next, gripping the fabric of her clothes again. “It’s been killing my wolves.”

“Oh Shrub,” Pearl said softly. “I’m sorry, I really am.” A wave of sympathy for the gnome crashed over the room, halting the conversation. Everyone knew how important the wolf pack was to Shrub. The dogs were her daily, the only one she had left.

Before the gnome could even utter a thank you Joel was opening his mouth to speak, and Fwhip wished he wouldn’t have. This was where the meeting went downhill, along with also being the stupidest thing the engineer had ever heard. And he’d heard a lot of bullshit in his time.

“I don’t know why you’re all so pressed about this.” The king said casually. “The demon clearly isn’t real.”

“ WHAT!? ” Shrub yelled, grief now mixed with anger. It was quite scary, seeing such a usually nice person so upset. How could such emotion even be stored in someone so small, Fwhip had to wonder. She half stood from her seat, gripping the table’s edge with all her tiny might. “If it’s not real then what killed my people Joel!?” The gnome continued, fighting the tears pricking at the corners of her eyes. “Why was my home burned , Joel? Why are they dead? Why are my parents dead -?” She was cut off by Katherine gently coaxing her back down into her seat fully, and Lizzie managed to shut Joel up with a few stern looks.

“Does the corruption dislike anything in your empire, Joel?” Pix said, very desperate to keep this meeting on track.

“The Mezlean mother tree.” Joel said. “But I usually just build over it, so I’m not sure what else.” The way the other ruler said it, like none of this mattered, was driving Fwhip crazy, and he was very glad when attention was turned to Scott, who’d been strangely quiet for the whole time.

“It’s not fond of the church, or the owls.” The elf said a bit too slowly, like he was choosing his words carefully. He looked nervous, like he was hiding something, like he knew more than he was letting on. Fwhip narrowed his eyes as Scott continued to speak, ears twitching with suspicion.

“It doesn’t like anything related to Aeor really, not just the church, and I think i know why…” Scott trailed off after that, leaving the room to fall into silence. He was looking at his hands with a certain, barely hidden look, a look of shame. And Fwhip wanted to know what the oh so great ruler of Rivendell had to be ashamed for.

“Scott,” Gem asked from beside him, sounding unsure. “What do you know about Xornorth?”

“Xornorth is ah,” Scott paused, picking his words carefully. “Was corrupted by a stag god from Rivendell.” The elf continued when everyone sat in stunned yet curious silence. “He’s possessed by the god Exor, and i’ve kinda known since the start-”

“ What!? ” Jimmy stood from his chair in a flash, outrage clear in his gaze as he cut Rivendell’s king off. Lizzie was trying and failing to get him to sit back down, but that didn’t matter, because Fwhip and Gem were standing alongside him, giving Scott equally outraged looks. If Joey were here and on their side he was sure the Lost Emperor would be standing with them, maybe even throwing a weapon at the elven ruler.

“All this time!” The Codfather exclaimed, gripping the edge of the table. “You knew all this time! It’s been months. Months of torment!” Jimmy yelled. Lizzie gripped his hand, a final plea for him to calm. He ripped it away from his sister’s grasp. “And you didn’t say anything?” An edge of hurt leaked into his voice at the end, and Fwhip was guessing it came from his previous relationship with Scott. The elf closing himself off because of the demon had contributed to their partnership ending, and Scott knowing made the situation worse than it had been before.

Hurting Jimmy personally was also not helping Fwhip’s temper, and he was about ready to walk over there and give Scott a piece of his mind. He saw Joel begin to rise as well, and was reminded how short the king's temper could be. The smaller was probably also not very happy about Scott hurting Jimmy, considering he didn’t believe the demon was real, and Fwhip had never been more ready to ally with Joel of all people. A slam on the table stopped them, heads turning to the Copper King once more.

“Sit.” Pix’s icy instruction was enough to freeze everyone in place, save for an indignant whip of Jimmy’s tail. It was a tone very rarely heard from the man, and it was sure to be directed at Scott in just a few moments. Joel was the first to sit down, mainly because he hadn’t gotten far, while Fwhip had somehow ended up a few paces from his chair, Shrub ready to jump up and stop him.

All of them sat down slowly, Jimmy having to be shoved back into his seat. He was giving Scott a look, one so full of betrayal and disbelief and hurt that Fwhip’s heart was twisting itself into painful knots at the sight of it. He restrained himself from leaving claw marks in Katherine’s nice, and probably expensive, wooden table. Though it certainly wouldn't have hurt her money if she had to fix it, they were rulers after all. He still didn’t though, even if the table or the chair under him was a better option than his clothes or his leg. The Count wasn’t clawing anything at a formal meeting, that was another thing for later.

Scott looked so guilty, unable to meet anyone's gaze, and Fwhip was glad. He knew who the next person kicked from the Wither Rose Alliance would be.

“Scott,” Pix began slowly, failing to keep the light anger from his tone. “How do you know about this?”

Scott, now stuck and forced to continue his admission, steadied himself with a series of deep breaths before speaking again. “It’s a legend in Rivendell, the one of Aeor and Exor.” His voice was shaking, like he was holding back sobs. Fwhip didn’t care how much this whole demon thing was hurting the elf at the moment, just taking a sick kind of pleasure at said hurt. He’d kept all this a secret and let the empires suffer for months, almost a year now, a little emotional pain was well deserved.

“Aeor and Exor were the only two gods left after the corruption initially spread, the others falling into a slumber. But Exor grew jealous of his brother's fame,” Scott repeated the story easily, as he;d probably heard it millions of times as a child. “Aeor was forced to banish Exor and his followers, and they stayed dormant for years. Until Alinar and Cohnal found Exor’s cave within the mountains. He visited it regularly after that, eventually becoming corrupted.” The other listened with icy interest. Scott was looking at only the table. “The two became champions of their respective gods, and Alinar was forced to banish his brother, and everyone’s memories of the demon were wipped. A prophecy said that there would be a new champion of each god, and Exor would once again need to be defeated.”

Fwhip knew where this was going, and so did a few of his fellow rulers by the expressions they solemnly wore. “As you can probably guess, I am the champion of Aeor, and Xornorth, my brother, sibling? Is the champion of Exor.” Scott finished, giving a tentative glance upwards, only forcing himself to look at Pix’s cold gaze and no one else's.

“How long have you known? Since I got here?” Shrub asked quietly, arms crossed in front of her chest like a protective barrier.

“No, I only regained my memories of Xornorth when the corruption started to pop up.” Scott couldn’t look at the gnome. Fwhip felt a wave of sympathy at that admission. He didn’t know what it would be like, to forget your sibling against your will. The count didn’t know what he could do without Gem. Lizzie seemed to share the sentiment, her eyes sparkling with the same sympathy Fwhip was feeling in his heart.

A silence fell in the room after that. No one quite knew what to say, what else to ask Scott. How did they know he wouldn’t just lie again? What else was he withholding from them? The way to stop his brother? The only reason they knew his stag god story was even true was because of the shame etched onto his pretty eleven features.

Jimmy's voice interrupted Fwhip’s silent brooding. “I think we’re done here.” He said, standing from his chair slowly. He sounded hurt still, and exhausted on top of it. Fwhip watched with the others as he left the meeting room, the grand door shutting behind him with a slam. He desperately wanted to chase the cod, to give him the comfort he so needed, but his legs wouldn’t move. The Count was stuck in his chair until Gem was nudging him, muttering about how they needed to go home and think this over.

He followed his sister out of Katherine’s castle, barely managing to bid it’s owner farewell. He flew away as soon as he was out the door, letting the rushing wind around him fill his thoughts. The Count barely cared that he’d left Gem without even a glance back.

Fwhip could see Jimmy later, which was probably for the better. He had plenty of his own pent up emotions to deal with. He needed some alone time to think this over, and go back to wondering just how exactly he was going to free Sausage from his possession.

He’d been right about the old elvish magic though, so that was a start.

#fwhimmy #flower husbands #jimmy solidarity #scott smajor #fwhip #exor #aeor #xornoth #empires fic #ron.writing #ron.fic #explosions acorss lifetimes

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dorylinae-supremacy · 3 months

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BFOB Ramblings (spoilers)

Backyard full of bones is full of my little guys I love thinking about them.

I'm gonna put a break under this but in general its just me rambling about how it links back with the DSMP plot we know and it just kinda gives context to some stuff that'll happen later on!

Its very long and full of deranged ramblings.

Currently toying with the idea that Techno used to smoke around their teen years, something that drove Phil crazy, and after the events of cigarette box (ILYLTAIMCB) Wil just takes one of his coats (the trenchcoat) and runs away.

I brush on that more in the Fundy visit fic I'm working on dw but in general I think thats around the time that Wil starts smoking. He misses his brother and after his scent fades from the coat he starts smoking to try and fill that space.

Wil somehow evades SBI's capture and raises Fundy, eventually moving to the DSMP where Tommy finds him and does what little he can to mend the familys relationship.

Wil convinced himself that they wouldnt forgive him for having Fundy and just believes that constantly running is better than coming to them and being rejected. After a few weeks Tommy convinces him to send off a letter to Phil to show he's wrong and to Wilburs surprise his dad actually responds.

This is ofc all an elaborate plot to yoink him back and Phil (and Techno) are both incredibly furious about Wil running and Fundy's existance but they can forgive him once they have him back. Tommy is probably messaging Phil to keep mellow so that Wil doesnt get spooked and it actually works for a while before Wil goes into his ravine arc.

That was enough for Techno to finally have an excuse to join the server and thus the ravine. Him and Wil do repair their relationship a little but Techno is distant as a punishment and it only damaged Wils mental state even more (Tech is unaware of how bad it is) and things start spiralling.

The ravine is more full of family than Wils had in years but he's never felt lonelier and Technos distance only makes him feel even worse since despite everything he still relies on his brothers approval. Theyre so codependent its insane.

Techno does finally start spotting the signs but only when its far too late, sending off a letter to their dad to have him come and take care of Wil. Obviously at that point Wil is already laying the dynamite and everything is just building up.

Then theres the button room and Wil dies (I have a fic on that in th works too dw bbgs) and goes to limbo. I very much like to think that one of the main (secret) reasons that Techno destroyed L'manburg is because it was the only thing that remained of his brother.

If he cant have Wil then no one can. Phil shares the sentiment and so they both help blow everything up. This is where I get blurry with the DSMP so now we start to go a bit off the rails.

Stuff happens like normal after that, exile and then Tommy's recovery arc happen in the same spots and he gets yoinked up and fixed. I think Techno would just never leave him alone during this time, seeing the signs he missed in Wilbur and vowing to not let them slip past again.

Tommy cant do anything if Technos always watching him, after all.

Ghostbur is mulling around but I'm not sure how the others in this universe would feel about that. Tommy finds comfort in him and I think in a way Techno does too.

Phil feels incredibly guilty about the whole 'killing his son' thing so bedrock bros generally try and keep Ghostbur away from their dad by keeping the ghost in the cabin.

Honestly I think Techno would just feel very bittersweet about Ghostbur. Thats his brother who he loves but its a shell that barely even acts like him anymore. He's probably pretty indulgent of the ghosts whims based purely on the fact that he could never say no to Wil.

Then theres the butcher army and the execution. That stuff I think only drives Phil to get even darker and more possessive of the sons that he still has with him. It was probably during this that he was working out how to revive Wil.

Techno ofc doesnt die in the execution because of both the totem and the fact that he's practically a demigod due to Kristin. I like to think that Revivebur in limbo would get flashes of what Ghostbur sees and he ended up watching the execution. Just for extra angst and trauma.

Usual stuff after that, Phil gets yoinked home and Techno takes Quakitys eye. Fucked up dude probably keeps it in a jar. Anyway though they go back to destroy L'manburg again and Tommy tries to betray them and fuck off but he literally just gets dragged back by them.

It takes ages for them to have him settle but during that theyre working on revival so neither of them mind babysitting him. Tommy eventually falls into their way of thinking and half agrees with their view on things.

Wil is then revived and ILYLTS happens, draggng him back to his family in the Tundra where they all finally begin to heal (i.e make each other worse) and its dark fluff for ages.

Some time after that when Wils allowed out the house (has to bring one of his brothers with him) the Fundy visit happens and its basically just him trying to find closure and Phil responding 'kys' at every turn.

He's very meanza towards him but who wouldnt be tbh, hes practically a stranger and he tried to kill Techno so obviously he's not gonna be happy with him. Its also so he can try and isolate Wil away from other people in the SMP but thats just usual dark Phil shenanigans.

Dream ofc stays in prison in all this, if Techno were to go in there then Wil would probably beat the shit out of Quakity for 'tricking' his brother and Techno would most likely maul the dude that abused his baby brother.

#backyard full of bones #dory brainrots #dory rambles

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Razor/trans!1-2-3 Kid

A self indulgent fic! It's a big personal HC that Kid has a crush on Marty Janetty, but also a little bit of writing how getting upset can kinda just set off all that internalized transphobia. And dealing with SA/dubcon as a trans person when trying to date.

[Ao3 Link]

TW: interalized transphobia, t slurs, f slur, drinking, sexual assualt mention

Kid wasn’t sure where the questions were coming from, but The Kliq had all gotten a little tipsy and they were sitting around in Shawn and Diesel’s hotel room after going out for drinks. The topic of crushes came up, smash or pass, that kind of stuff. The heat was on him currently, after a very tipsy Hunter, who insisted he never drank (that was until he succumbed to peer pressure), asked Kid if he had a crush. Stupidly, Kid said yes and then it became a question of “who?”

He felt the way Razor was staring holes into him, despite the lazy look on his face. He couldn’t answer too honestly. He had it pretty bad for Marty Janetty, but he was pretty sure Shawn would lunge and kill him.

“Well?” Said boytoy raised his eyebrow.

“Uh. Jerry Lynn.” He panicked.

Razor barked out a laugh as Diesel stared at him dumbfounded.

“Like, the jobber?”

“He’s. You know he’s not a jobber, he’s popular in the territories he wrestles in, they’re just all the southern ones.” Kid huffed.

From there, the conversation dissolved into squabbling. Kid was happy about it, given that he could finally lay low. And pretend he didn’t notice the look on Razor’s face when he glanced over. That smug, eyebrow almost quirked look. Or was it actually quirked? He wasn’t going to check.

—

Later, back in their motel room, Razor had his questions.

“Jerry Lynn? He’s a good dude yeah, but c’mon he’s not crush worthy. Where’s the connection between me and him?” Razor slapped one of his big hands on Kid’s back.

Kid grimaced. Oh he wasn’t ready for this, but he had to be.

“You know I literally chased him from territory to territory?”

“Yeah chico, I know.”

“Well, I kinda had a crush on him.” Kid stepped further into the room, heading for his bag so he could stuff his dirty clothes into the duffel and go to bed. “He was one of the first guys who knew I was a tranny and wasn’t weird about it, in fact he was standing up for me in locker rooms and stuff. Guess I felt safer with him.”

There was a moment of silence before Razor spoke. “You know you took a while to respond.” Heavy footsteps approached Kid as he braced himself for interrogation. He pulled off the loaned basketball shirt from Diesel and folded that up to stuff into the corner of his bag, moments before Razor lifted him up by the waist and was tossing him on the bed so he could crawl all over him like a predator about to snap it’s jaws for the killing blow on its prey’s neck.

Kid was used to it.

“Sure did, papi.” He batted his eyelashes in an attempt to dissuade Razor. It wasn’t working, Razor manipulating Kid’s arms above his head so he could pin him there. He would be in trouble no matter what he did here. Lie or tell the truth.

“Mmm…” Razor rubbed his face against Kid’s, making the smaller man’s breath hitch as he felt that scratchy stubble against him. It drove him wild like nothing else, his lithe body squirming as Razor just teased him like that. “I’ll hold out on you until you speak, chico.”

“Razor, c’mon–”

“Kid…”

“Okay, okay.” Kid sighed, before trying to blow a curl of his own hair out of his face unsuccessfully. Razor gently let go of Kid, pushing the curl out of his face with a finger. “It…I didn’t want to hurt Shawn but–”

“No.”

“–Marty Janetty.”

“No. No.” Razor was immediately off of Kid, sitting on the edge of the bed and holding his head in his hands.

“I’m sorry, look, that’s why I didn’t say anything!”

“Why! Why!” Razor was so upset, Kid didn’t even know what to do with himself. “Why Janetty?”

“I…why are you so upset? It’s just a crush, Razor. I really liked working with him and he’s really sweet. Honestly.”

“Sweet? Sweet!? That asshole isn’t sweet–”

“AND…he’s my FRIEND, Razor.” Kid grit his teeth, crossing his arm over his chest, before suddenly feeling very self conscious about his tits. Normally he didn’t mind, but it came with the territory of being upset. He rolled off the bed, rifling through his open bag of stuff until a clean enough shirt came underhand.

“...Niño…c’mon, don’t be upset.

“Razor, I just…I don’t know why you’re making this such a big deal. So the little tranny fag gets crushes on guys who are nice to her–him.” Kid bit back the waterworks, pulling the loose shirt on and over his head before flopping over on the best, his back to his partner.

The bad guy was uncharacteristically quiet, the only sound in the room being Kid’s attempts at stifling his sobs.

Carefully, Razor placed a hand on Kid’s back, relieved he didn’t wriggle away.

“Kid. I’m…I’m sorry, okay? I didn’t realize it was this big a deal to you.”

“He…Marty took me out when I learned I was signed to WWF. He was really excited for me. He didn’t know I was a fucking tranny, but I liked Marty a lot so I said yes. Went out to some dive bar, had a nice time, took it to his place and I freaked out when he tried to undress me. Plenty of guys have uh–they just–didn’t care in a bad way, okay? But Marty actually stopped, and he backed off, and he was real nice to me. I didn’t go out with any guys I actually liked before Marty, and we didn’t get together, but he didn’t just drop me cause I didn’t wanna fuck okay?” His sobbing became more blatant as he spoke, Razor rubbing small circles with his thumb into Kid’s back.

For a few moments, they stayed like that.

“Alright. I’m sorry. I didn’t think Janetty was able to be such a nice guy.”

“You can’t just listen to Shawn man, y’know that.”

“Besides Shawn, chico, I just thought he was too much of a punk. A nobody. But he’s got a bigger heart than I thought. Won’t mean I like him more but…I’ll keep this quiet, comprende?” Razor laid down behind Kid, still in his street clothes as he pushed his arm under Kid’s head, his other arm pulling Kid closer. “So don’t cry niño, okay? I won’t say anything. It’s okay.”

Kid could only nod, letting the bigger man spoon him as he shifted his weight to lean against him. His sobs stopped slowly as he finally could feel himself relaxing. Razor’s arm was a heavy, comfortable weight against his stomach as tiredness washed over him.

Maybe being a little honest wasn’t so bad.

#d is writing #123 kid #razor ramon #the 123 kid #trans kid au #update: added ao3 link #trans!123 kid

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