#but hoo boy did that first comment sting

[bunnyywritings]

hello! this is kinda nsfw but can u write a scenario for tsukishima, akaashi, bokuto and ushijima with their fem s/o and they are doing it and they broke the bed 😬

[a/n: I love this request so much! I’m starting to get a bit more confident with my smut writing so it’s no problem☺️ thank you for the request my lovely anon, enjoy! -yours truly, bunnyy -`ღ´- ps. I uhh kinda got a bit too into it with ushijima’s...hehe oops]

Doing the dirty and accidentally breaking the bed w/ a fem!s/o [nsfw]

Tsukishima Kei

♤ he’d be such a little shit about it

♤ he’s been really busy with practice and studying for upcoming finals so he didn’t really have much time for you

♤ so when you sent him that picture of you, half naked in bed, while he was studying...well all patience GONE

♤ “oh hey, you got a text.” He looked up as Kuroo held out the phone to him, confused to see that there was a picture with what you sent

♤ his eyes widened but he tried to act like everything was normal, gritting his teeth as he read your message

♤ ‘I miss you :( ‘ it was simple but paired with that picture...it really riled him up

♤ he figured that Kuroo hadn’t saw anything because he wasn’t making any snide comments

♤ he waited a good 5ish minutes before yawning and pretending to be exhausted

♤ “I’m gonna go, I think I’ve reached my end. See you guys later.” He lazily waved, packing up his stuff and leaving the library

♤ “Ooh hoo hoo~ (Y/n)’s gonna get dicked down tonight!” He laughed his god awful hyena laugh while explaining to Bokuto and Akaashi what he saw

♤ “Kuroo-san, it looks like you’ve also got a text?”

♤ “...eh?”

♤ needless to say, you and Kenma were in the same boat tonight...but anyways

♤ back to kei and (y/n)

♤ “I can’t believe- ah that you’d send something like that...you knew who I was with. You wanted them to see, didn’t you?” He growled in your ear

♤ you were on your hands and knees as he roughly pounded into you from behind

♤ “No! I-“ you choked out a moan when a particularly harsh snap of his hips jolted you forward.

♤ “I didn’t want them to see...ah fuck! K-kei please.” You whimpered as you felt your core tighten, you were almost at your end

♤ “Hmm...too bad I don’t believe you.” He gripped your hips in a bruising hold and continued his rough movements

♤ his name fell from your lips like a mantra

♤ your arms were tired from holding you up so you opted for laying against the pillows

♤ “I should punish you for what you did and not let you cum? Or maybe I should edge you until your sobbing for me. I bet you’d like that since you’re such a needy little slut for me.” He chuckled darkly.

♤ “yes! I-I’d love it kei! P-please I-“ the loud slap and stinging sensation from your backside cut you off. “I’m s-such a needy s-slut for y-you!”

♤ the way your broken moans desperately left your lips made him smirk

♤ of course that was until...

♤ * ᶜᴿᴬᶜᴷ *

♤ you thought you were hearing things but when your bed started to sway a bit more than usual, you realized what had happened

♤ “K-kei! Kei wait-“ you were cut off by your own moan, the pleasure was too intense to focus on the current problem. “T-the bed-“

♤ he heard it too but he pretended not to

♤ the fact that he caused something like that went straight to his ego

♤ it wasn’t until you were both done showering that you figured it out

♤ “hey uhh did your bed always kinda...dip in the middle?” He tried to feign innocence

♤ the both of you were stood beside the bed

♤ the frame had obviously been cracked since it did, in fact, have a weird dip in the middle

♤ “No...it never did.” You sighed, resting your head against his shoulder

♤ “Oh...whoops.” He’d shrug, “I guess I’m just that good.”

♤ you looked up and saw the look in his eyes

♤ cue to you smacking him upside the head

♤ “you knew, didn’t you?!”

♤ “what?! Pfft no, of course not.”

Akaashi Keiji

❀ i can’t really think of a situation where he would be going THAT hard

❀ but he had been away for a training camp for about a week and a half

❀ he hadn’t realized that he had a missed call from you until he back on the team bus when he saw that he had a voicemail message from you

❀ plugging in his earphones was definitely a smart idea

❀ he was able to keep a neutral expression as he listened, though the slight blush on his cheeks might have been a giveaway had anyone been paying attention

❀ “I know you come back today but- ah~” your whine went straight to his cock

❀ “I just couldn’t wait a-any longer.”

❀ he could hear the wetness of your arousal

❀ the image of you splayed out on your bed, propped up against your pillows

❀ thighs spread lewdly as you played with yourself

❀ “ah fuck, I missed you so much baby...”

❀ that was all he could take as he paused the message and turned off his phone, shrugging off his jacket and casually folding it in his lap to hide the raging hard on that was tenting his sweats

❀ by the time he got to your place, he used the spare key you had given him and he quietly made his way inside

❀ peeking through the crack of your door, his mouth watered at the sight of you touching yourself

❀ he so badly wanted a taste

❀ he made you come twice while going down on you, making sure to clean you up with his tongue each time

❀ you watched in anticipation as he stroked himself a few times before teasing your entrance

❀ “Please Keiji...I want you so bad~”

❀ that was really all it took for him to bottom out on the first stroke

❀ he choked out a moan when he felt how tight you were, his fist was nowhere compared to the real thing

❀ this time around he had no chill as he pulled out, all the way to the tip before mercilessly slamming back in

❀ he had set a quick pace, folding your legs against your chest to get a better angle

❀ he always enjoyed watching how he disappeared within you

❀ he reached down and ran his thumb over your swollen clit, the action making you clench around him

❀ “no, please it-ah it’s too sensitive. Keiji-“ he had started to play with your little bundle of nerves even more

❀ “geez (y/n) it feels even tighter...ah fuck!”

❀ it felt like you were sucking him in with each thrust

❀ “I don’t think I-I’m gonna last much longer.” He groaned

❀ both of you had come at the some time

❀ he continued his thrusts to help your ride out the high

❀ you squeaked when a rough thrust met your hips, eyes widening at the loud crack and the shift of the bed frame that followed

❀ “d-did I just-“ he couldn’t even finish his sentence

❀ he was so flustered once the realization finally set in

❀ “I’m so sorry love. I guess I got too carried away.”

❀ he had leaned forward and buried his face in your neck

❀ you were still on a high and he was being too cute to be mad

❀ you’d just yell at him tomorrow

Bokuto Kōtarō

☆ you knew what you were doing

☆ you had gone out to get coffe with him and Akaashi but you had been shamelessly flirting with the pretty setter

☆ he knew that it was just you playing around but he couldn’t help but feel jealous

☆ usually he’d just go all depresso mode until you switched your attention to him but not this time

☆ and that’s what you wanted, just for him to be all cute and pout for some attention

☆ boy did you miscalculate

☆ he was glaring at both you and Akaashi while he waited in line

☆ his friend was making you giggle and smile

☆ all things that he, your boyfriend, should be doing...not Akaashi

☆ once the order was in, he went to sit down besides you

☆ a blush started to creep up your cheeks when you felt his hand grip your thigh

☆ you glanced at Bokuto but he had no telling expression on his face as he listened to Akaashi who was, thankfully, sitting across from the both of you

☆ once the order was called, he volunteered to get the drinks

☆ leaving you with a mad Bokuto

☆ “are you enjoying your little date with Akaashi? Hmm?” He leaned in, whispering into your ear. “should I leave the two of you alone?”

☆ from afar, the both of you seemed like a normal, lovey doves couple. Whispering sweet nothings to each other

☆ you gulped nervously

☆ “answer me.” He dug his nails into the soft skin of your thigh, it wasn’t painful but it did leave a pleasurable ache that ran up to your core

☆ “n-no, I uh- I was just-“

☆ “just what? Trying to make me jealous? Maybe you want me to bend you over the table and fuck you right here in the middle of the coffee shop. Fuck you so good in front of all these people so they know who you belong to.”

☆ the mere suggestion made your cheeks burn a bright read, your arousal much more presant

☆ he chuckled as he watched you clench your thighs together

☆ once he saw that Akaashi was coming back, he pulled away from your ear and sat back up, hand still gripping your thigh

☆ “oh? (Y/n) are you okay? You seem a bit flushed?

☆ “oh w-well I um-“

☆ “she was saying how she doesn’t feel very well. We might have to cut this short so I can take her home.”

☆ “hmm that would be a good idea.” Akaashi nodded thoughtfully, “you should get to bed and rest.”

☆ oh you were gonna be in bed all right, you were gone be in bed for about a week

☆ cause if you think you’re gonna be able to walk...well think again

☆ “Do you think Akaashi could fuck you like this?” He grunted, he had a hand buried in your hair and tugging so your back was arched

☆ “n-no, no one could e-ever make me feel as g-good as you Ko!”

☆ neither of you heard this one

☆ your senses completely overwhelmed by each other

☆ his last thrust had knocked the headboard against the wall, both of you had felt the jolt as the bed dipped

☆ “would you look at that?! I fucked you so good I broke the bed!” He cackled

☆ you didn’t have the energy to scold him so you just shrugged it off and figured you’d deal with it later

daddy Ushijima Wakatoshi

♡ daddy toshi is aware of his own strength so he always held back from going too hard with you

♡ that was until ya’ll tried something new

♡ he was a little apprehensive about it at first since he was a little confused on how that would work

♡ good thing he’s a quick learner

♡ “a-ah Toshi...you feel so good~” You were currently riding his glorious thighs (i wish ╥﹏╥)

♡ he said nothing as he flexed his muscles, the new sensation making your own thighs quiver

♡ you were holding onto his shoulders for dear life as he had your hips firmly in his grip, rocking back and forth

♡ I feel like he has somewhat of a praise kink cause of how he grew up so...the fact that you’re getting pleasure from something that he worked his beautiful ass off for is turning him on more than he thought

♡ just hearing you whimper out his name and seeing you basically fall apart because of his thighs like damn

♡ you’re in for a real treat

♡ I think this would definitely make him blush so he leaned forward and started to trail soft kisses down your neck, nipping and sucking to leave little hickies everywhere

♡ one hand running up your side to cup your breast, making sure to run his thumb over the hardened bud

♡ when he could feel you start to come undone, he’d flex his thigh once more and lift his leg up just a bit so it was more angled

♡ he held you close as you came down from such an intense climax, breathlessly you placed random kisses on the crook of his jaw

♡ ”t-thank you baby, that was amazing”

♡ you were caught a bit off guard when a quiet chuckle left his lips

♡ you thought you guys were done???

♡ lol nope

♡ he scooped you up as he got up from the bed and tossed you onto it, there was a small creak since he had done it a bit more forcefully than usual but neither of you were paying attention

♡ your mouth watered as you watched him undress, the urge to run your tongue over those magnificent abs was too strong

♡ he could see you bite your lip as he pulled down his shorts and underwear, the way your eyes were locked in on the way the tip of his length bumped into his lower abdomen

♡ “lay down.” He calmly instructed, you were a bit confused but did it anyway

♡ you thought you were just gonna give him that super suction gawk gawk 3000

♡ you didn’t expect to be three orgasms in and still have him ram into you to give you a fourth

♡ there were tears streaming down your blushed cheeks at the complete overstimulation you were receiving

♡ it was too much but you didn’t want it to stop

♡ he gripped your leg and hooked it over his shoulder, your mouth opened in a silent scream

♡ “how does that feel, love?” His voice was thick with lust, he loved the expression on your face

♡ it was down right sinful and it was definitely way better than any of the ahego manga that Tendo had shown him

♡ “So g-good Toshi! S-so fucking good~! I want- ah!”

♡ “tell me what you want princess, come on. Use your words.” He groaned, he was also close. He had been holding back but it was proving quite difficult, especially when...

♡ “I-I ah fuck, I want you t-to cum ins-inside me Toshi! Please, I need it-“

♡ congratulations, breeding kink unlocked

♡ this made him snap

♡ just the thought of releasing his seed inside of you made him completely lose it

♡ “You’re so sexy baby, I-“ His moans increased as he slammed into you. “I’m gonna cum...shit.”

♡ one particularly harsh thrust and he bottomed out, painting your insides with his release

♡ neither of you seemed to notice the break

♡ he stayed inside of you just for a bit before completely pulling out and laying besides you

♡ the noise the bed frame made as he dropped besides you made you very suspicious

♡ “Toshi...”

♡ “yes my love?”

♡ “I think we broke the bed...”

♡ “Oh.”

♡ thus lead to the both of you going to the furniture store to buy a new one and lead to the embarrassment you felt when Wakatoshi told the salesperson the two of you broke the bed while having sex when they had asked for the reason why the two of you were buying

ɢᴇɴᴇʀᴀʟ ᴛᴀɢʟɪsᴛ {open} : @ohbois-biggay-bnha

[wonderland-in-bloom]

vice dorm leaders taking care of their cold s/o

a♕-chan asked: headcanons w/ the vice dorm leaders and an s/o who’s currently cold on a rainy day and how they would take care of their s/o and overall how they would spend a rainy day together

i love the vice dorm leaders <3 uwu they deserve more love ;w; also i’m including ortho in this one (ik he doesn’t count as a vice dorm leader but like idk and yes it is platonic!!) 

headcanons under the cut :))

trey clover

you sat at a table by the window, gazing at the never-ending rain 

although you already wore a jacket, you were still feeling quite cold, causing you to rub both your hands together

“cold huh?” you looked up to see trey with a tray (hah i waited a long time to make that joke) in his hands

the tray had two plates, each with a slice of cake and a teapot along with two cups

he placed one plate and one cup in front of you and took a seat in front of you

“you made (insert cake flavor)! my favorite.” “of course. what kind of boyfriend would i be to not make my sweet their favorite?” 

he delicately poured a generous amount of hot tea in your teacup and did a little ‘cheers’ with you 

the warm cake fresh out of the oven and the hot cup of tea instantly made you feel all around warmer

what made you even warmer is your boyfriend, sitting in front of you and admiring you like you were a piece of art

the smile plastered over his face and the way he laughed when the both of you talked made you feel all warm and cozy on the inside 

when the two of you were done (talking for more than three hours), you helped him with the dishes

he may or may not have purposely added soap bubbles to the sink so you two were able to play around with the soap and the bubbles

luckily the water was warm so when the both of your clothes got a little drenched, it was okay :))

what was not okay was the fact that riddle almost screamed the living daylights out of you but trey was able to calm him down 

the perks of being the dorm leader’s significant other, i guess :33

ruggie bucchi

you sat on your bed, burying your head in a pillow as you hated the rain

you wanted to go outside and run around and have a fun time outside in the hot sun bUT NOPE, the weather had to come RAIN on your parade

you were in a t-shirt and shorts, the cold slowly starting to creep on you and latch itself onto you

you felt your door creak open and a sound of footsteps, followed by a loud ‘thud’ on the ground

you soon felt your big, soft blanket being draped over your head and was tackled by someone from behind

“CAUGHT YA!” that person yelled before wrapping their arms around your waist

“oi (y/n), you’re gonna get a cold if you don’t warm up ya know.” you popped your head out from the blanket to be face to face with your boyfriend, ruggie

you wailed and proceeded to throw yourself onto him, causing him to fall back, laying down on your bed

he felt his face flush and heat up by the minute as he struggled to get away from you

“HEY! (Y/N)! LET GO OF ME!” “no. you’re my oversized teddy bear. teddy...hyena...”

he couldn’t resist the innocent, adorable face engulfed in the blanket and so proceeded to gently poke your nose, this time causing you to blush

“shishishishi, your face looks red. you warm enough yet?” “no...that’s why hug me tighter...” OKAY NOW THE BOTH OF YOU WERE JUST BLUSHING MESSES

and so he did hug you tighter and you snuggled against his chest, both slowly drifting off to sleep and forgetting the cold atmosphere from the rain

jade leech

"hon, what’s the meaning of this?” you raised your eyebrows as jade seated you down in one of the chairs of the mostro lounge 

there in front of you was a vase filled with an array of your favorite flowers and a candlelight dinner-like set up

“my, my, (y/n). why would you wear something like this during a cold, rainy night?” jade commented on the outfit you wore. he told you to wear something a little bit fancy and not so casual, and you didn’t have any long-sleeved formal wear

“although you look stunning, my dear, you’re going to catch a cold.” 

jade proceeded to take off his own jacket and place it on your shoulders

“please wait a moment” he left to head to the kitchen and you just smiled at how much of a gentleman he was

he came back with two plates of food, ravioli 

“....mushroom ravioli? really?” you laughed. “both our favorites. so...cheers?”

he raised his fancy wine glass (FILLED WITH A SPARKLING DRINK NOT ALCOHOL DON’T WORRY) and so did you

that night you two indulged in plenty of warm food and sat near the candlelight, removing all the cold atmosphere away from the two of you

of course the lighthearted conversations filled with laughter and teasing made you feel warmer on the inside too

then he may or may not told azul and floyd to do the dishes as he continues to entertain you for the rest of the night :))

jamil viper

“J-JAMIL!?!?!?!?! WHAT IS ALL THIS?!” you ‘sort of’ screamed

in front of you was a pearly white bathtub made out of pure while marble, decorated with candles on the side of it and plenty of jasmine petals floating on the surface of the water as well as soap bubbles

“strip.” he commanded

you took your slipper off and aimed it right at his face as you threw it with all your might “YOU PERV!” he caught the slipper of course

he laughed at your reaction and your face which was all the colors of red possible 

“there, there, (y/n). i’m just kidding.” he patted your head. “i’ll wait outside.” he handed you a dark red bath robe made out of silk 

you made sure to change into it and hesitantly made it to the door

“...u..uhmm...jamil....wouldyoumindgettingintothebathwithme?!” 

he was, well, shocked. he didn’t know you had that much confidence to invtie him into the bath with you 

“if that’s what you wish” he smirked “BUT NO PEEPING YOU PERV!” “relax, i’ll cast a spell that’ll make the rest of our body submerged in water invisible”

you both got in and sat at the opposite ends, good thing the bath tub was HUGEEEE  

you two spend the first few minutes just soaking in the hot water, letting your tense muscles relax and just inhale the relaxing, earthy aroma

but then you started talking with him about your day, how the rain almost destroyed all your textbooks, and that’s when the both of you talked about almost anything and everything

you two spent too long in there until your fingers and skin were all wrinkly

however you were a little sad when it was over

“let’s take a bath together again next time. shall we?” “hoo, i didn’t know you were so desperate, (y/n).” “EESH, SHUT UP PERV!” 

rook hunt

MATCHING PJS AND JACKETS --> movie night 

“MY DARLING! I HAVE A PRESENT!” rook banged the door against the wall, causing you to jump, almost falling out of bed but you managed to hold onto the sheets

“rook! you scared me!” he patted your head as he muttered a ‘sorry’ and started to unwrap a box in front of you

“taadaa!” inside were two pajamas made out of a very soft material guaranteed to keep you warm. one was dark purple while the other one was a lighter purple. 

“matching pajamas?” “MATCHING PAJAMAS!” you giggled at your boyfriend’s always cheerful and quirky behavior, then planting a kiss on his cheeks 

“well, go get changed! i have something special planned!” 

and so he left you and you did change. those were the best set of pajamas you have ever worn in your whole entire life. 

“(y/n), darling!!! head over to my room!” you followed his order and was met with a ton of pillows set on his bed and a movie starting to play on the screen

“well hurry up, we wouldn’t want to miss it.” you didn’t hesitate to literally dive into the bed and cuddled up close against him

he placed one arm on your waist as you rested your head on his chest while the movie played

it was a touching, sad movie, perfect with the rain gently tapping on the windows of his room

near the end, the both of you just gave up and managed to doze off 

the next morning you were greeted by the sunshine through the window, birds chirping, a smile plastered on both your faces, and....a very pissed off vil (because you left the movie running all night and his room was right beside yours so he couldn’t sleep lol)

ortho shroud

your boyfriend, idia, was cooped up in his room as usual, no matter during a hot sunny day, or a cold rainy evening, he was stuck in there playing games

you wanted to drag him outside to the ignihyde lounge but ortho stopped you before you were able to

“big bro/sis (y/n), why not we build a fort to set the mood?!” 

you agreed with ortho’s plan and started assembling your makeshift fort

you used the pillows and seating from the couches and also blankets and pillows from the different rooms in ignihyde

you and ortho managed to finish in less than an hour and turns out the fort was bigger than you thought

you illuminated it with some candles to keep you both warm and stuffed some more blankets and pillows inside

you then ran to idia’s room and quickly stole his gaming console and ran to your fort, causing him to scream

“(Y/N)!!! GIVE THAT BACK!” he screamed in anger/sadness (because honestly he looked like he was going to cry) 

however he paused when he saw the comfortable fort and his gaming console already set up

“onii-chan! let’s play!” you smiled along with ortho and idia agreed

you teamed up with ortho and tried to beat idia in whatever game you were playing

idia tend to curse a lot while playing those games and therefore you slapped his cheek everytime you did while trying your best to make sure ortho doesn’t hear his curses

each time you and ortho won, you would hug each other and give each other a high five

it was a cute and fun family bonding time

by the end of your tiring and enthusiastic gaming time, the two boys snuggled up close to you and you wrapped your arms around them “my two favorite boys”

a cute little happy family ;w;

lilia vanrouge

you ignited the fireplace in the diasomnia lounge to keep yourself warm from the stinging cold air due to the rain

lilia noticed this and jumped on your back 

“haaah how warm” “the fireplace?” “noooo, you.”

you giggled and sat on one of the couches beside lilia

you leaned your head against his shoulder, feeling the warm instantly becoming warmer 

lilia, with the help of his bats, wrapped a blanket around the both of you

you closed your eyes with a smile on your face, enjoying the moment for a while 

“you know what’s perfect on rainy days, my beloved?” “what is it?” “it’s the perfect time to tell you some stories.”

your eyes seemed to sparkle as in lilia’s eyes you looked like an excited puppy

“yes please! tell me some of your stories!” you cheered

he was only able to chuckle “alright then, get comfortable”

you rested your head on his lap and managed to lay down

he started his story with his past experiences, then he told you stories of malleus as a baby and how he wasn’t able to properly put his clothes on, then how he used to take care of silver

“but, my beloved, would you want to know my favorite story?” you nodded enthusiastically, causing him to chuckle at your cuteness

“well...it’s the story of how i met you. and the story of our love.”

this caused you to hide your face in your hands due to embarrassment and you almost fell off the couch

“lilia! don’t say that!” “but it’s true.” “okay! save it for another time!”

he planted a kiss on your hands which were hiding your face then allowed you to stay in that position for longer

meanwhile malleus, silver, and sebek were just listening and peeping from a corner

“why is this so weird?” “it’s so weird looking at the old man doing this” “we shouldn’t be doing this” “haha silver you were a pathetic baby” “not as pathetic as you” “wHAT DID YOU--” and well the three of them basically ruined your intimate moment with lilia 

♡

anyone else super pumped for june? the events are gonna END ME and my gems lol ;w; i’m also making a kofi account soon, i thought that was just worth sharing lolol i might open three to five slots for writing commissions but i’m still unsure :))

love, a♕

[overthegravityfalls]

Bodies and Beasts

Hey, so, this fic I mentioned off-hand 5 years ago?

I finished it!

...Better late than never?

(please heed the warnings)

Rating: E Word count: 4,300 Pairing(s): Bipper/Beast!Wirt, Bill Cipher/The Beast Summary: "Those that enter shall become part of my forest. No matter how long it takes,” the Beast says, his eyes glowing with colour. “Oh, don’t worry, pal, this flesh-sack can spend an eternity here. You can have him. All I’m asking is to have a little fun with it first.” “Oh?” The Beast tilts his head, feeling the weight of his antlers as he does. Warnings: Main Character Death, Graphic Depictions of Violence, Gore, Cannibalism, Coerced Suicide, Child Death, Torture, Unhappy Ending, Self-Mutilation Read on AO3 here

There is a body in the woods. He discovers it on a day when the air is cold, despite the brightness of the sun. In another time, he would have receded into the deepest, darkest parts of his domain in such conditions, but he no longer needs to be so closely tied to the night and shadow; now, the plainness of day could serve him just as well.

The body reminds him of his own still-new form: made of flesh, bones, skin. Teenaged, brown-haired, slim. It is more similar to him than he realises at first.

It lies there motionless until he approaches it. When he leans down, its eyes open wide, and he can see through them that the being inside it is not one who belongs. The amalgam grins, and it continues to grin even as he wraps his hands around its neck and clenches hard. Such a body can usually be coerced into becoming a part of his forest, with muscle and intent being just as effective as the deceit and patience he was once limited to, but this one seems to warrant a different approach. It seems to enjoy the ministrations he is putting it through. Unconcerned, his fingers twitch and their grip loosens; he comes to a stand. After all, his lantern is still burning strong from that younger brother's oil, as little as his Edelwood tree had been; and he has, too, a heart within him which beats black around his body.

"Don't they teach you manners in this plane of existence?"

He stares at the being with white, narrowed orbs.

"As it happens, you're actually not that far off from what I want from you. But an introduction wouldn't hurt, pal! Here, look. Name: Bill Cipher, occupation: this kid's flesh sack. See how easy that was? Haven't even tried to strangle you yet!" It—he—rubs a hand across his neck and bares his teeth again in a facsimile of a smile.

"How did you come by that vessel and to my woods?"

'Bill Cipher,' as he calls himself, sits up, putting his weight on his forearms. He watches closely in case Cipher tries to do anything as unpredictable as his nature seems to be. "Oh, me and Pine Tree go way back. Introduced him to an awesome apocalypse before he and his family had to go and ruin everything." His voice lowers, and his face contorts into a scowl at those words, but, like lightening, it passes in an instant. He brings himself to his feet and dusts himself off, then meets his eyes. "Take it from me, do not wish on Shooting Stars, no matter what people tell you.

"Buuuut I'm getting sidetracked here. Point is, he was mine to control a few years ago, and after all those difficulties he and his family caused, I thought a little payback was in order. That annoying little pest took his time in dropping his guard--honestly, had more forms of protection than a Trojan factory! —but my waiting paid off. Eventually, he awakened my statue. Curiosity killed the cat, am I right? And so, here I am!" Cipher does a little flourish with his hands, and he notices that his white sleeves are stained heavily with red. “Now, you wanna introduce yourself, Beast boy?”

“…You know me. Therefore, you know that the Unknown is my domain. Those that enter shall become part of my forest. No matter how long it takes,” the Beast says, his eyes glowing with colour as he remembers the thrill of finding the brothers in his woods again. They had carried freezing water in their lungs ever since their fateful journey, and it had dragged them back to the forest from a pair of white-sheet beds. One to bear his weakened being, one to fuel his flickering soul. He blinks, his eyes white again.

“You got a bit of personality in there, huh? Yeah, yeah, I know you—got my mitts in all sorts of dimensions. The Unknown is a funny name for Purgatory, but, whatever. Just thought you could be polite about it, you know?”

He cares not for how much this being talks. Underneath all of the blabber, he wonders what he means to gain by coming here. If he thinks he can saunter out, he is mistaken. “You are… intriguing, but your vessel is still young enough; here, it will remain,” the Beast says, his voice soft.

“Oh, don’t worry, pal, this flesh-sack can spend an eternity here. He’s already suffered a punishing fate in his physical reality, but I am not satisfied with just making him kill himself and leaving all of those Pines heartbroken. You can have him. All I’m asking is to have a little fun with it first.”

“Oh?” the Beast says, tilting his head, feeling the weight of his antlers as he does.

“He’s in here. With me. Pine Tree. First time around, I kicked him out, but now, we’re roomies in this here head of teen angst. And hoo boy, he is not happy about it. See, I love pain, and I love how much squishy and breakable stuff is inside these gross human bodies. It’s hilarious! I had to rush through everything in the physical realm, but now…” Cipher grins so wide it looks like it could split his face in two. “I can take my time in torturing him. Care to explore with me, Beast?”

He follows along well enough with the story this demon tells, as strangely as he tells it, and his ideas stir something sadistic in him. He wonders, though, “Why would you simply dispose of the body when you could utilise it, Bill Cipher?” He himself enjoyed that shadow of consciousness within him and the empty, hollow sadness and regret it emitted. Wirt’s emotions had burned through his being initially, as heated as the fire of the lantern, but once the Edelwood branches were all ash, the boy gave himself fully to the Beast. There was nothing else he could do.

“Eugh, when I take over the world, it will be with my equilateral perfection. No, no, the slow torture and crash course in forestry will do just fine for Pine Tree—or should I say Pine-Edelwood Tree?”

“You should not.”

“You’re right, let’s just get on with it. Here, I have something that’ll help,” he says, reaching into his jacket pocket and pulling out a knife coated with red.

The Beast plucks it from his hand, running his slim fingers along the flat steel. He taps on the point and a pinprick of black blood swells from his digit. “Yes, this will do nicely.”

“Why don’t I just lie back and think of England?” the demon says with a wink. He spreads his arms out like a cross and falls back, hitting the ground with an “oomph.” The Beast straddles him, taking his time to get comfortable, but Bill Cipher is impatient. He squirms and pulls at his shirt collar, making the button strain until the Beast carefully nicks the thread with the blade and sends the button flying.

First, he can cut his shirt open, then, he can cut his chest open.

Settled in place, the Beast works on revealing this Pine Tree’s milky skin. It is dotted with bruises and old scars here and there and looks unnaturally pale. His ribs are just about visible, his body skinny. Delicate.

“Get on with it, I’m vibrating in place here!” Bill Cipher urges.

He rests the blade on the centre of his chest, making Cipher still, and applies a bit of pressure to it. Blood oozes out and continues to do so as he pulls the knife down, past his ribs and across his stomach. It is only a shallow cut, surface-level damage. Enough to sting.

Cipher lets out a breath, sounding satisfied. The Beast repeats the motion horizontally, vertically, diagonally, until there are lacerations all over his chest.

“Mmm, this would pair perfectly with some lemon juice.”

The scarlet rivulets look too inviting to resist, and he leans down and licks his tongue up the red stripe. The bright, coppery taste delights his senses, and he collects more blood with his fingers and sucks them clean.

“Hey, think you missed a spot there,” Cipher says, his voice taking on a raspy tone. He props himself up and grabs the Beast’s face, swiping his tongue across a smudge of blood on his cheek. Cipher surprises him by twisting his face forward and invading his mouth, wrapping around his teeth and gums and all the inner spots he has missed. It is less of a kiss and more a cannibalistic instinct he cannot seem to help. The Beast allows it, closing his eyes and waiting for him to finish his exploration.

“Yum,” the amalgam simply states, then leans back without any further comment.

He notices he has spots on his cloak, though that is nothing compared to how many stains are on Cipher’s shirt, the contrast of red on white stark and harsh. Cipher decides to do away with it, taking the clothing off completely and discarding it besides him. The Beast can clearly see, now, the ugly gashes that had stained his sleeves, following his veins from his wrists down his forearms.

He wants to excavate this body.

The Beast takes a hold of Cipher’s hand, resting the knife where it had carved a path through skin in the physical realm. This time, though, he will take it deeper. He lets the knife feel its way down the path, then pushes, pushes, pushes, until bone scrapes against the blade. Cipher laughs dementedly, then screeches, then his voice takes on a different tone; it is agonised, raw and rough.

“Stop, stop, stop, PLEASE, I—AAAAAAAAH,” he yells. Cipher has lost control, and Pine Tree thrashes and fights against the Beast as he sobs and wails. He drops the knife, protecting himself against flailing attacks. Spittle and blood flies between them. Pine Tree finds his face and tries to dig his thumbs into the Beast’s eye sockets, but his hands tremble. His pain makes him uncoordinated. Cipher takes advantage of the unclarity; with a spasm, Pine Tree’s eyes roll into the back of his head and when his pupils appear again, they are elongated and unquestionably demonic.

“Woo! Did not anticipate how much he would push back from a little bit of torture like that. We are just getting started, pal,” Bill Cipher says casually.

The Beast has to pause for a moment, because he can feel his own storm inside him. Emotions that are not his own are flaring and twisting in his chest. He can tell Wirt yearns to save this poor creature, to bring himself a moment of redemption—but there is no redemption for him. Not after he failed to save his own brother. With this in his mind, the Beast lures him back to despair and resignation; he was so much easier to coax than that blasted brother of his, a boy good for nothing but firewood. It does not take long for his emotions to wither and dull. It is so comforting to feel nothing at all, is it not, Wirt?

There is no answer.

“Perhaps I should utilise the idea your host so kindly gave me,” the Beast murmurs, hovering his thumbs over Cipher’s pale, yellow eyes.

“Woah, woah, woah, I wanna see these innards, thank you very much. Shoo,” he says with the accompanying motion.

“Very well.”

“Why not reveal this Bleeding Heart’s bleeding heart instead?”

“Hmm…” the Beast considers, gazing at his chest. “Yes, that would do.”

He chooses not to pick up the knife again. He wants to do this himself.

With supernatural ability, the Beast buries his fingers into Pine Tree’s chest, buries into flesh and feeling around bone. He yanks back and rips him open. Skin and matter tear off in large sheets, Cipher’s cry piercing his eardrums, until there is revealed his ribcage and lungs holding a frantically beating heart hostage.

It is beautiful.

Even Bill Cipher needs time to adjust to this onslaught—he pants and lies there, presumably also keeping Pine Tree at bay more carefully this time around. With drool pooling from one side of his mouth, he says between gasps, “See, Pine Tree? Told you we were just getting started.”

The Beast drops his skin, leaving the amalgam spread open, a creature in the middle of a vivisection. Fluid coats his hands. The temptation makes him hunger. He cradles Cipher’s face with both palms flush against his cheeks, then drags them down over his neck, his grip tightening and then releasing. He wants to crush this human, but he has to remind himself to take it slowly. Cipher, now painted with shades of maroon and scarlet, licks his lips.

“So nice to find a kindred spirit. Just bros being bros, bonding over some good old-fashioned gore. Maybe I should come back here with Shooting Star sometime,” he contemplates.

“Let us not get ahead of ourselves. I want to appreciate what I have right here.” If he felt he could have another plaything, he really would crush this human all too soon.

“Oh, you’re so romantic, Beast,” Cipher says with a grin.

He traces each of his ribs, squeezes around the heart to feel the atriums and ventricles straining to keep this body alive. In the Unknown, it can work all it wants, beat until all the blood is drained and the skull is caved in and the body is in dozens of pieces that will never be reassembled. If it believes it needs to keep beating, it will.

Bill Cipher bites on his fist, like he needs to keep his thrill toned down to savour the intensity of the situation. Then, with a lightbulb moment, he remarks, “Apparently, the force needed to bite through a finger is the same as biting through a carrot.” Without waiting for a response, he sticks his little finger in his mouth and snaps his teeth around it. “Ow. Okay, that’s not true.”

The Beast picks up his knife again with his musical fingers, twirling it the same way Wirt would do in marching band. His body still has the instincts his mind has failed to overrun. “Allow me.”

“With pleasure!” Cipher agrees, stretching out to him like he is asking him to dance.

He takes his hand, caressing delicate skin, then lays it flat on the leafy ground, pushing down hard on his wrist. With his other hand, the Beast holds his knife with the tip squarely aimed at Cipher’s pinkie finger. In one swift movement, he drives it through air, body and into the soil, and holds fast against Cipher’s flailing to keep his hand in place. When he raises the weapon again, there is a neat severing right at the knuckle, the finger laying meekly as blood collects underneath it.

Bill Cipher tugs his arm back, and the Beast relinquishes his hold in order to allow the demon to appreciate his handiwork. It is strange how one small removal can so change the appearance of the extremity, the wrongness of the missing part highlighted by the bloody stump.

“Again! Again!” he cries, waving his other hand around.

The Beast grabs it with annoyance, and instead of placing it on the ground, digs his knife in between ring and pinkie and scores right in the middle. The gash in the connective flesh hangs open obscenely.

“Yeowch—not like that,” Cipher admonishes.

“Well, if you demonstrated some patience, maybe I would have a clearer understanding of your wishes,” the Beast replies tersely with a shake of his head.

“Oh, fine, fine, yes, take your time, just get the damn fingers off,” he says.

This time, the Beast acquiesces, repeating his earlier action, and Cipher yelps at the removal. He brings the cut-apart hand up to his mouth, placing his lips over the wound and sucking. Cipher moans weakly as the Beast looks at him from under half-hooded eyes.

The demon bites his lip. “Sexy.”

“Shall I continue to work?” he says once he pulls away, saliva and blood mixed on the abused hand.

“Yes, yes, yes, but just the ring fingers, alright? I still wanna be able to do some shit while we play. Just don’t ask for a pinkie promise or for my hand in marriage.”

“Duly noted.”

The Beast hacks away the two fingers with ease, then collects the four severed digits and contemplates them as he holds them.

“Feelin’ peckish?”

“I desire something…more substantial,” the Beast finally says, placing the digits back besides their tortured body.

“I hear thigh of Pine Tree is especially succulent,” he suggests with a leer.

White eyes meet pale yellow as he considers this, and then the Beast decides to cut up the trouser leg to reveal more flesh, from calves to thighs. The smell of viscera is heavy in the air, emanating from such an array of exposed organs, but when he presses his face against the amalgam’s leg, there is a faint scent of mechanical oil. He knows just a little more about Pine Tree’s life outside of the Unknown now, he supposes. Not that it matters anymore.

He bites down hard enough to pierce the skin with his canines, and then, wretchedly, demonically tears off flesh. His heart squirms with Wirt’s revulsion as he feasts, a visceral reaction from the usually placid boy to his monstrousness. It is pleasing to the Beast to use this human’s body to eat another. Even more so since he would not yearn to cannibalise if it were not for humans in the first place. Every time they told their stories, every time they believed him to be more and more malevolent, they transformed him; their beliefs became his truth. And, sometimes, the people of the Unknown called him another name—wendigo.

And a wendigo he would be.

With the heightened pleasure from the textured, delectable meat in his maw, he almost forgets to notice Cipher’s reaction at all. His eyes flicker open. He pulls away and swallows. Cipher has his hands—what is left of them—inside himself, squeezing his own intestines to deal with the pain as he gasps. The ropes of gore squirm around his fingers, coiled snakes twining around and around each other in the cavity.

“It hurts…real good…” he says weakly, the nasal quality of his voice reduced to a quiet whine. All of their machinations are starting to add up—or, rather, take away from him; with chunks taken out of his leg, body parts missing and a red pool underneath him, Bill Cipher is fading. In a broken voice, he whispers, “Please…let me go… I just…want to go back to my family…” before he passes out. He hopes Pine Tree will not be the one to wake up.

The Beast places his slack leg down and dabs his mouth and chin clean with his shirt sleeve. As he straightens up, he can see that there are Edelwood branches starting to grow around the amalgam, reaching up from the ground and tipped with autumnal leaves. As much as Bill Cipher wants to enjoy this, his body is beginning to give up. It is inevitable. There is only the forest, and there is only surrender.

The Beast lets him rest. He trails a finger down one of the branches by his hip, a drop of oil leaking out. Then, he picks up his lantern from the nearby spot he had placed it. As he stares into the flickering firelight, what had once been rendered an ember by the Woodsman, he feels a strange sense of gratitude to the brothers who had changed everything for him. Were it not for them, the Woodsman would have never disposed of the lantern, would have never allowed the Beast to reform and take control of his own soul again. When he decided to fuse himself with Wirt, and become Beast and Lantern-Bearer, he gained entirely new ways of growing his forest. He still remembers how it felt to wrap his arms around Gregory’s neck until the twitching stopped and the wood grew. Though some aspects of his human form were tiresome, he knows he would not go back to his old trypophobic self.

Bill Cipher stirs, groaning and lifting his head up. He blinks one eye, and then the other, and shakes himself awake. “Whew. Did I miss anything?”

He puts his lantern down and gestures to the Edelwood.

“Oh, man. Guess we’d better wrap up, huh?” He lifts his leg to inspect the damage. “Had your fill?”

The Beast puts his hand in his hair, rubbing the base of his antler as he considers. “For now. I will have your heart after we are through.”

“Good choice. So, what next?” he says, feeling up his stomach and ribcage like it is a salacious act.

After a moment, the Beast’s hands join his, appreciating the slippery, warm texture of his organs. The colour in his vision intensifies as he realises he can now anything to this body; he no longer needs to hold back. His hands ball up into fists so tight they shake as he says, “I want to break you.”

Cipher’s eyes widen. “Then break me, Beast.”

He spreads his fingers wide over Cipher’s ribs and locks his arms straight. Pushing down from his shoulders, he applies enough pressure to make the bones fracture, only showing small amounts of damage at first, but as he pushes harder, they crack and break apart completely. The splintered bones pierce Cipher’s lungs as the Beast’s breathing becomes heavy and feral.

“I c—I can feel—,” Cipher attempts to say before he starts to hack up blood, decorating his already-painted face even more. The hacking coughs become laughs, as much as he is able to laugh. With his lungs filling with fluid, even this chatterbox has to admit defeat. The Edelwood branches are growing before their eyes, working their way around his limbs and intruding into his body bit by bit.

The Beast looks at Cipher’s smile and, wanting to give him one last thrill, takes his drenched hand back and picks up the knife again.

Cipher gurgles as the Beast positions the tip of the blade at the corner of his lips, a rough hand grabbing his chin and forcing his face to the left. His eyes squint with delight, elongated pupils staring straight at the pink, yellow and blue glow in the Beast’s. The Beast curves the knife up as he slashes across his cheek, making Cipher’s face-splitting smile literal. Warm blood gushes over his fingers as he turns Cipher’s face to the right and finishes the look.

The gashes pull apart and squeeze together as the amalgam works his jaw. He attempts to say, “Why so—,” before he’s coughing up blood again.

The Beast gives him a rare smile. “Why, this is the first time I have been able to hear my own thoughts since you arrived here, Bill Cipher.”

Cipher’s eyebrows lower, and the Beast chuckles darkly as he moves his hand down to his neck and his knife over his heart. “Now, it is time for your host to become a part of my forest.”

At the instant he drives the weapon into that frenetically-beating heart, a golden spirit somersaults out of the broken body. Triangular, with one eye and a black top hat. Bill Cipher’s true form.

The Beast flickers his attention back to his task, and he twists and rips the heart free of the veins and arteries holding it in place, takes it off of the blade and holds it in his palm. It beats once, twice, before giving up the ghost and stilling.

“Oh, Pine Tree, it sure did take some time but boy, was it worth it!”

Pine Tree’s body looks so bereft, so utterly fragile. His skin is starkly pale now, and his head is tipped onto the ground, his eyes closed and his mouth ajar. His arms, encased in branches, lay with his cut wrists facing the sky. All of the movement in his chest—the writhing intestines, the inflating and deflating lungs, the beating heart—have come to a stop. White, fragmented ribs are threaded with earthy Edelwood. His shredded clothes lay soaked in his own blood around him, flicked with bits of flesh and cut-up parts. He looks… small, in death.

“Yes. The destination is all the more sweeter when the road is long, is it not?” the Beast says, touching his own skin with his fingertips.

Cipher floats over to put an arm around his shoulders. “Ab-so-lutely. And hey, you’ve been swell, such a great guy. Thanks for hooking me up with this awesome venue for torture! Love what you’re doing with all the trees and whatever. But I’d best be going, things to do, chaos to enact, you know the deal. And we’re both great with deals, aren’t we?”

The Beast inwardly sighs, then admits, “I would not object to having more dealings with you. I have not felt that kind of pleasure in many moons. Thank you. For now, I shall bid you farewell.”

Bill Cipher blinks—or winks—and spins out of his hold. “Have fun burning up this sad-sack and chomping on that ol’ ticker. See you on the flip side. The universe is a lie, buy gold, bye!” he shouts before flashing out of this existence.

The Beast pauses, raises the heart, murmurs to himself, “The loveliest lie of all,” and bites into it.

Wirt is just as drained and deadened as this boy lying in front of him; he cannot even feel disgust anymore. He cannot feel anything at all.

[saundraswriting]

Confessions

SUMMARY: A little light hearted AU of episode 6. Where Geum Jan-Di has rejected Gu Jun-Pyo. But he stills hasn't quite gotten the idea yet. The beach trip is the catalyst for Yoon Ji-Hoo to realize what is right in front of him.

NOTES: I am just trying to soothe my soul here. Nothing major, this series isn’t anything consecutive, Just my series of au’s and fix-it’s. 

WARNINGS: Nothing much, possible panic/anxiety attack triggers and piss poor CPR/ medical inaccuracies. 

You can read it directly on Ao3 here.

Masterlist // Ao3 // The Misc. Adventures of Geum Jan-Di and Yoon Ji-Hoo

The trip to New Caledonia was a welcome surprise for Sinhwa High's own Wonder Girl Geum Jan-Di and pleasant sidekick Chu Ga-Eul and a must needed vacation for the F4 boys. The flight was long, but smooth. The landing was a little rough causing Jan-Di's legs to shake as she stood up. Ji-Hoo was at her elbow grip light and stabilizing.

"You alright? Ears don't hurt? You're not dizzy?" He asked lowly. Jan-Di shook her head, leaning into his grip slightly.

"No, I am fine sunbae. I am just a little unsteady is all. I haven't flown before so I am happy my first time was with my friends. Jun-Pyo will only make a little fun of me." Jan-Di smiled. Ji-Hoo nodded in agreement, helping her get her carry on down. They were the last two off, Ji-Hoo keeping a hold of her to escort her off the plane.

There were stairs attached to the plane and parked a bit from the bottom was a limo where the others were already getting in. Ga-Eul was patiently standing outside for her friend while Yi-Jung waited to help her into the car. Once she saw Jan-Di she waved and accepted his help into the car.

"You have one very loyal friend there, Jan-di." Ji-Hoo said. He took her bag as they walked down the stairs, hoping to minimizer her clumsiness.

"Yeah. I wish I had her at school instead of Min-Ji, then I would have avoided the sleeping around scandal." Jan-Di said it nonchalantly, forgetting that he had been in France when that happened.

"I am sorry. The what scandal?" Ji-Hoo froze on the stairs. Jan-Di turned to him from the first to last stair, surprise evident on her face.

"No one told you? Oh, you were still in Paris when this happened, sunbae?" She finished going down the stairs, Ji-Hoo following her. "I was invited by Min-Ji to a club. She spiked my drink and set me up with a random student to take pictures. The article was spread through the news, that the scholarship student was an undignified woman. That was also around the same time that I had rejected Jun-Pyo, but we were trying to be friends, so the point was to make it seem like I was cheating on him." Jan-Di grew sullen and quiet. They made it to the car in silence.

"Jan-Di, let's both enjoy our time here, okay?" ji-Hoo said, he much preferred her smiling to her frowning.

"You're right like always, sunbae. It would be rude to bring everyone down with my sadness. This trip is a gift in itself. I should enjoy it!" Jan-Di pumped her fist laughing.

"Aish, are we gonna leave anytime today?" Jun-Pyo demanded pushing the door open from the inside.

"Yeah, yeah. We're coming. Keep your shirt on." Jan-Di waved off his impatience. 'She has grown, not letting him step all over her.' Ji-Hoo thought.

The car ride to the resort was quiet, broken up mostly by Jan-Di and Ga-Eul's comments of appreciation. The two of them pointed out a lot of the pretty scenery and took a few pictures. One memorable moment, Jan-Di opened a window and leaned out to get a picture of the town in the distance. The car hit a bump and with a yelp almost feel out, the F4 all grabbed her ripping her back into the car with various curses. Ji-Hoo casually locked the windows to prevent another attempt, and the girls returned to pointing out interesting things, like almost falling out a car happened everyday.

They got to the resort a while later, the room were small buildings on the water attached with various walkways. Their luggage had already been delivered to their rooms. 'The flight was rather long, a shower and change of clothes wouldn't be a bad idea. If I hurry Ga-Eul and I can walk along the beach for a bit before dinner.' Jan-Di texted her friend explaining her idea. Ga-Eul agreed easily.

The two of them walked the path to the beach, The two of them talking about shared memories and catching up. Jan-Di's habit of getting picked up and harassed by the F4 and others didn't leave them much time to talk. "Jan-Di, are you really not going to date Gu Jun-Pyo sunbae?" Ga-Eul asked. "I know you still have feelings for Yoon Ji-Hoo sunbae. Did you reject Jun-Pyo to go out with him?" Ga-Eul asked again. Jan-Di had always appreciated the way Ga-Eul forced her to see her feelings.

Jan-Di stopped walking, digging her toes into the sand. "I rejected Gu Jun-Pyo because he is rude, demanding and overbearing. I rejected him because I have no romantic feelings for him, but I appreciate all his has done for me. I rejected him because I am sure I don't love him, but also I don't think he loves me. I confuse him, and that makes him want to have me in his life, but he doesn't know how to make friends. That is all we will ever be. And that is okay." Jan-Di explained honestly. She was glad Ga-Eul had asked, she missed talking with her friend. "I asked Seo-Hyun unnie to stay, I told him to go after her. I did that. I was the one who pushed us apart. I only wanted to make him happy. Sunbae had been so sad and I didn't know what to do. I loved him too much to be selfish, even though I desperately wanted to. I don't know what to do. Before, I knew where we stood. Now, he seems more open, more willingly. Like whatever was holding him back isn't there anymore." Jan-Di hugged herself, watching the way the sun reflected on the water. "I don't know where we stand anymore. I don't know what to do, and I feel like I am just pushing him farther away. Ga-Eul, what am I supposed to do?" Jan-Di sniffed, her emotions causing her eyes to grow wet and sting.

"I wish I could help. All I can tell you is to talk to him. If he came back for you, if he and Seo-Hyun worked everything out, then you are right. The thing holding him back is gone. He worked through his feelings already. He is just waiting for you to catch up." Ga-Eul said. She was ashamed she couldn't offer more or better advice. he didn't know that Jan-Di felt this strongly, or was thinking this hard about it. Jan-Di was overly simple sometimes but she was loyal and caring and didn't like making her friends suffer, taking on the burden to get through it on her own. "Whatever you do, be honest. And be strong. He deserves the truth too." Ga-Eul pulled Jan-Di's arms off herself, pulling her best friend into a tight hug. Squeezing tight, she took as much of Jan-Di's weight as she could trying to also lend her some strength. Ga-Eul heard her sniffling something into her shoulder. "I can't hear you if you don't speak clearly." Jan-Di took a deep breath moving her face to perch on her shoulder instead of in it.

"I don't want to lost Ji-Hoo sunbae. I love him. I want to be by his side always." Jan-Di confessed. Ga-Eul smiled at the air and rubbed her back, mumbling soothingly into her ear.

After a while, they sat down on the beach. They watched the sunset begin and talked about what had been happening to Jan-Di. She had hidden a lot of the bullying that had been happening to her, not wanting to concern her friend. They talked so long, the boys from F4 came down calling their names.

"Ga-Eul? Jan-Di? Are you guys down here? It's time to eat. We were getting worried. Come on!" Yi-Jung called seeing them. The two girls waved and hurried over, dusting themselves off as they went, laughing at each other.

"Hope you weren't waiting on us. We lost track of time." Jan-Di apologized, Ji-Hoo looked at her closely. Her voice was waterlogged and he could see the redness around her eyes. 'She's been crying. I will talk to her later.'

"No. We just were coming to find you but you weren't in your rooms." Woo-Bin told her. He also noticed she had been crying. He looked over at Ji-Hoo in concern. Ji-Hoo nodded to show he saw and would take care of it.

"Let's go eat." Jan-Di brightened at the idea of food.

"Is that all you think about? Food?" Jun-Pyo asked, he was trying to joke but it fell flat. Jan-Di's eyes shimmered wetly, she looked back to the beach. "Jeez, lighten up, laundry girl." Jun-Pyo stalked off, the others following him. Ji-Hoo stayed back to walk with Jan-Di. Their journey was slow, Jan-Di barely picking up her feet. "Jan-Di, what happened? Why were you crying?" Ji-Hoo tried to ask.

"Ji-Hoo sunbae, I want you to know something. I am so glad you are back. I missed you greatly while you were away. I have something else to tell you but I need more time. When I am ready, can I find you?" Jan-Di uncharacteristically serious.

"Of course. Geum Jan-Di, I am here for you whenever you need me." Ji-Hoo said. His words seemed to ease some of her anxiety. She stood up straighter and began walking instead of shuffling. It wasn't long before they met the others at the table of the restaurant. Dinner went off without a hitch. Everyone was talking and laughing and enjoying the food. They stayed till close, before Jun-Pyo paid the bill, claiming he invited everyone, the least he could do was pay.

The next morning dawned warm and bright. Everyone decided on a swim and then beach barbeque. Jan-Di was changed and off like a shot, Ga-Eul chasing after her. The others followed at a more sedate pace. Woo-Bin helping Yi-Jung with the catering for lunch. Jun-Pyo stopped Ji-Hoo on the path.

"Hey. It's been a while since we caught up last. Everything okay?" Jun-Pyo asked his oldest friend.

"Jun-Pyo, why didn't anyone tell me Jan-Di was being bullied so much?" Ji-Hoo knew Jun-Pyo was trying to avoid the conversation. He has asked several times how things were going, how Jan-Di was handling his absence but Jun-Pyo dodged his questions every time.

"I-uh-you" Jun-Pyo stuttered. He took a deep breath. "I honestly didn't know. Shortly after you left, We grew close and then she rejected me. I didn't take it well and with your leaving she was seen as the reason for the F4s disbandment. Once I got wind of it I claimed otherwise and that seemed to help. I eventually swallowed my pride to realize that she was right. I love her, she has been the source of a turning point in my life. I can never repay her for that. but I am not in love with her." Jun-Pyo and Ji-Hoo walked a few feet silently. "The news got around that she had rejected me, so the bullying turned into a massive scandal on her character. A girl who pretended to be Jan-Di's friend concocted the whole thing. We only found out because we had our sources. She never told us. Ever. She never asked for help, she never said anything. I know that we consider her friends, but I don't know if she considers us friends." Jun-Pyo spoke honestly, if a little hesitantly.

Ji-Hoo stayed quiet, absorbing what Jun-Pyo said. Ji-Hoo knew it to be tribute to Jan-Di's presence that Jun-Pyo was so serious and caring now. "She said something about the scandal when we got off the plane. We talked a little while I was away, she didn't tell me anything about the bullying. She would talk about you all. She always was positive about what she said." Ji-Hoo said. They were almost to the others, they watched Jan-Di pull her shirt off, hurrying to the water. She plunged right in while the other three got ready slower, putting on sunscreen and organizing their belongings. "Come on, let's hurry. They'll have all the fun without us." Ji-Hoo and Jun-Pyo hurried to the beach, each swiping one of the lounging chairs to settle into.

Jun-Pyo was relaxing watching his friends enjoy the beach. Ji-Hoo was lightly dozing. Ga-Eul was walking along the beach. Yi-Jung and Woo-Bin were beginning to arrange lunch. Jan-Di was still swimming.

"Jan-Di! Come in now! It's lunch time!" Ga-Eul called out to her friend. Jan-Di waved at her but made no move to come back to the beach. "Geum Jan-Di! You need to come back in!" Ga-Eul called again.

She took a few steps into the shallows, worry pitching her voice up. "Jan-Di! That is enough. Come back please!" Ga-Eul called again. She shuffled forward some more.

"Ga-Eul, what's wrong?" Yi-Jung asked from the beach.

"Something is wrong with Jan-Di. She is just flailing in place. She won't come in." Ga-Eul began to panic in earnest. "Jan-Di! I'm coming. Hold on!" Ga-Eul tried to go deeper but was stopped by Yi-Jung. She turned to bark something at him but was distracted by the blur of bronze skin and auburn hair.

Ji-Hoo raced paced her to dive into the water, swimming with speed and grace to where Jan-Di's failing was slowing down. He grabbed her, laying her on her back to wrap an arm around her. He began pulling her and himself to shore. Once she got to the shallows Yi-Jung and Woo-Bin helped carry her to a lounge chair Jun-Pyo readied. Ga-Eul tried to come forward but was held back by Yi-Jung. Jan-Di laid on the chair, limp and unconscious. Ji-Hoo checked her pulse and airways and not finding any, began to do chest compressions. He pressed firmly in the center of her chest. He counted to 30 and then pinched her nose to push his breath into her lungs. 'Come on, love, breathe for me.' He prayed. Pulling away, he saw it didn't work. He bent down and began a second round of CPR. 'Jan-Di, come on. I have something to say. You can't leave me alone already'

The other boys stood in silence, concern freezing them in place. Ga-Eul stood pressed into Yi-Jung's side and shoulder seeking comfort. They watched Ji-Hoo go through the second round of compression, knowing Jan-Di's chance shrunk with each minute. Ji-Hoo bent to being the third round when Jan-Di jerked, water spewing out of her mouth, coughing wetly. Ji-Hoo turned her on her side, rubbing her back in a soothing manner. He crouched down whispering comforting words into her ear, trying to beat the panic he was sure to come.

"Come on, let's give them a minute. We can get ready for lunch. They should be here any second now." Jun-Pyo pulled everyone's attention away from the two. Ga-Eul resisted Yi-Jung for a moment before complying. In no time at all, Ji-Hoo was alone with Jan-Di.

"You're okay. I am right here. You're fine." Ji-Hoo was murmuring. Jan-Di breath was coming in starts and stops, she was shaking. Ji-Hoo reached over and grabbed both their shirts. He threw his one and then gingerly helped Jan-Di into hers. Jan-Di sat up still trying to catch her breath. "Jan-Di, you're fine. You got a really bad cramp from over swimming, I rescued you. I had to do some CPR cause you weren't-"Ji-Hoo's voice broke. "You weren't breathing." He finished.

He wasn't sure what he was expected Jan-Di to do, but lurching into his chest and wrapping her arms tightly around him was not it. She pressed her face into his shoulder, trying to calm her breathing and stop her tears but couldn't seem to. He wrapped his arms around her, pulling her in tighter. He didn't like her crying but somewhere deep inside him was pleased her tears were for him, in all the time he had know her, she only cried around him, pride bloomed in his chest at being the keeper of her tears.

"Ji-Hoo sunbae I was so scared. I tried to call out but I kept going under. I thought I was going to drown. I thought I was going to die. I would have if not for you. Thank you sunbae, for saving me again. I am sorry I got your shirt wet." She was speaking into his shirt but her could hear her just fine.

"I am glad you are okay. It would have broken a number of people's hearts. I will always do everything in my power to save you, not matter what. If you being alive end with nothing but a wet shirt then I will do it all over again. Jan-Di, it is okay to be scared. I was scared too. Everyone here was." His words seemed to help and hinder at the same time. Jan-Di pressed closer but her tears had finally stopped.

"We can stay here for a bit. They all are working on lunch. I don't want to push you too hard. I also don't want you getting in the water for a while. You went through a lot today, I don't want you pushing it." Ji-Hoo ran his fingers through her hair, trying to memorize how Jan-Di felt in his arms.

"I didn't plan on getting back in today. I think I had enough ocean today. I just really want some food and a nap." She paused humming thoughtfully. "And a shower" She giggled.

Ji-Hoo held her a little tighter, unadulterated joy thrumming in his veins. "I am so glad you are okay. You have no idea how scared and panicked I was."

Jan-Di's fingers gripped his shirt tight. "I am okay. Everything is fine. Thanks to you. You saved me." Jan-Di's voice was warm in his ear. She leaned back, beaming at him. "Let's get some lunch." The two of them got up, Jan-Di was a little unsteady but with Ji-Hoo's help she made it to the table with no problem.

The group dispersed after lunch to do their own thing. Jan-Di and Ga-Eul walked around the town near the resort. That is where she found a tabloid with the cover story being how Seo-Hyun was getting married. Jan-Di bought it with no hesitation, she would ask Jun-Pyo if there was any truth in the story. On their walk, Jan-Di was drawn to a woman selling flowers. Seeing as she had Jan-Di's attention she explained you only gave the flower to you one true love, and if they accepted then you would live happily ever after.

"Jan-Di, take it. You can give it to Ji-Hoo. It wouldn't hurt." Ga-Eul encouraged. Jan-Di frowned in consideration.

"Ga-Eul, I don't know. Sunbae is like prince charming, he deserves Cinderella. I am just the scullery maid. I don't want to bring his reputation down by getting closer." Jan-Di looked down, eyes dull and flat.

"If I may, You will never know if you don't try. Take one. I hope it is well received." The woman handed Jan-Di a plant. The two girls left, to continue shopping and sight-seeing before dinner. After dinner F4 and the girls were sitting around chatting Jan-Di forgetting she had left the magazine from earlier on the beach chair where Woo-Bin was now sitting. He had flipped through and upon seeing the story of Seo-Hyun turned to Ji-Hoo. Ji-Hoo didn't have much to say on the matter and as such had walked off a while ago. Jan-Di got up decided this would be the time she would begin paying Ji-Hoo back for all the support he gave her. She back tracked to her room and grabbed the love flower.

Ji-Hoo was exactly where she thought he would be, sitting on the boat he had borrowed to take her fishing on after lunch to keep her out of the ocean. She held the plant behind her back, remembering why she was here. She put the plant in the cool sand, standing before Ji-Hoo silently. She was here for him, she would wait for his acknowledgement.

"Why aren't you with the others?" He asked not looking up. He didn't have it in him right now to comfort her if she needed it. 'I maybe over Seo-Hyun noona but it still hurts that she is getting married. I miss her.'

"You are more important. I didn't want you to be alone." Jan-Di told him. Ji-Hoo finally looked up at her, surprise evident on his face. "I am sorry, Ji-Hoo sunbae. Seo-Hyun unnie is so important to you." Jan-Di's voice cracked on a small sob. "Maybe if you go back, you can talk her out of it, maybe you can win her over finally."

"No. We discussed our futures. We aren't meant to be. Some loves are purely platonic. The love Seo-Hyun and I share is. We will always be there for each other, be we can't be the only one for each other." Ji-Hoo smiled at Jan-Di, who had tears on her cheeks. "You just knew her better than I do." The comment seemed to increase her sadness. "He is a French nobleman. He is good for her. I approve of him."

"Sunbae, You have to be happy then, no matter who you choose in the future. I can't bear for you to be unhappy. If you are unhappy then I will be too." Jan-Di hesitated, trying to calm her tears. "Ji-Hoo sunbae, you have done so much for me, I don't have much to offer in return except myself. I will be there for you whenever you need me." Ji-Hoo stood up and pulled her into a hug. He knew that wasn't what she wanted to say.

"Jan-Di, what if I chooses you? What if you make me happy?" Ji-Hoo whispered in her ear. He felt her tense, he held her tighter, and she relaxed again. "How could I not love a woman who cares for me as much as you do? I only regret not understanding how I felt sooner."

"Ji-Hoo sunbae. Remember how I had something to tell you?" Jan-Di asked. Ji-Hoo nodded, walking backwards to the boat so he could pull her down tucking her under his arm.

"I have a secret." She paused. "I didn't want you to go to France, after Seo-Hyun unnie. I thought that with her leaving maybe you would see the simple common girl that was next to you. Then I realized I don't hold a candle to her. Let alone you look at me when she had been there for so long. I decided to instead of oppose you to support you. I decided your happiness was more important than mine." Jan-Di looked over the water, biting her lip. "It broke my heart to see you walk away in the airport and know it was me who pushed you away. I told Ga-Eul when we got here, I felt like I had cause a great rift in out friendship because I got greedy. When you came back, I was okay staying in the background, I knew eventually I would leave your life or you would find someone fitting for it. But you were different. You didn't seem as...distracted. You were more open with me and it made me hope. I grew to understand, the crush I had on you was nothing compared to the love I began to feel." Jan-Di covered her face with her hands, she could feel the heat on her cheeks.

"Jan-Di, My Jan-Di, Are you saying..."Ji-Hoo couldn't finish. He didn't want to assume with her. Assuming led to nothing good the last time.

Jan-di uncovered her face and gathered her courage, walking over to pick something out off the sand. "I am in love with you, Yoon Ji-Hoo. If you please accept this as well as my confession." Jan-Di held out the small white flowering plant, he cheeks as red as flames, eyes glinting determinedly.

Ji-Hoo turned around to grab a similar plant. "Geum Jan-Di. I, too am in love with you. If you please, accept this as well as my confession." Ji-Hoo grinned at the silently crying Jan-Di. He blinked, and noticed he was crying too.

They swapped plants, laughing and crying. They put the plants on the boat, and Ji-Hoo pulled her close once more. "How could I not love you. You care so intensely. I would be lost without you." He pulled her into a soft kiss, pressing his lips chastely against hers, relishing in the closeness. 'Never again will I be cold, with Jan-Di by my side.' He thought.

Jan-Di leaned into his strength. 'Never again will I be lonely, with Ji-Hoo by my side.' Jan-Di thought. She gripped the sides of shirt, enjoying the warmth he put off, the stability, the comfort.

After a few seconds of innocent pressure, Ji-Hoo moved his lips capturing her top one between his. The broke their kiss to hug one another. The feeling of eyes on them had them pulling apart. They turned to see Jun-Pyo angrily staring at them. Ji-Hoo and Jan-Di turned to face them, Ji-Hoo lacing their fingers together.

"How dare you. I can't believe you would take advantage of her like this. You should be ashamed." Jun-Pyo snarled at Ji-Hoo. Jan-Di stepped forward to block Ji-Hoo from his anger.

"Gu Jun-Pyo! We talked about this. You confessed to me once upon a time. I rejected you very nicely. I want us to be friends, Jun-Pyo. I told you then that you were too late or maybe too early. Remember? I wasn't ready for anything you had wanted to offer. Please don't make this hard on us. Support us as our friends. I love you Jun-Pyo but I will never be in love with you." Jan-Di told him. She clung tightly to Ji-Hoo's hand.

"Pathetic. He is only confessing to you because Seo-Hyun rejected him. How can you be someone's second choice? How can you love someone that would treat you like that?" Jun-Pyo demanded. Jan-Di felt Ji-Hoo's grip loosen. She hung on tighter.

"You wouldn't see me as your first choice, Jun-Pyo. Stop deluding yourself. Your business will always be first. Ji-Hoo might have loved someone before me, but that doesn't mean I am his second choice. His loves me. Even with the damage I will cause to his reputation. Ii am a simple commoner, and people will resent that. I am glad to be by his side as long as he will let me, until the day our love may run out. Unlike you. If I was to be with you, we would be forced apart and grow to resent each other over time. I am happy to be by Ji-Hoo's side, for how long that may be." Jan-Di seemed to fun out of steam, her grip growing lax in Ji-Hoo's.

"I am glad to stand by you forever. Jan-Di, I plan on marrying you one day. I have the freedom of choice. You are that choice." Ji-Hoo tightened his grip on her hand. He was speaking to her. He raised his voice to be heard by Jun-Pyo. "Jun-Pyo, please. Accept us. We are your friends. Treat us as such. Don't let this be the wedge that drives us apart." Ji-Hoo pleaded.

"Aish." Jun-Pyo stormed off, leaving nothing but tension and apprehension in his wake. Jan-di tried to shake off Ji-Hoo's grip and attention. She hadn't meant to be so aggressive with Jun-Pyo but she was tired of this coming up. She thought she had made her opinion well know before.

"When you reject Jun-Pyo before, he took it well but no one else did." Ji-Hoo said. Jan-Di looked at him waiting for him to ask a question. 'Her rejection of him offend the female students especially her so-called friend to the point they tried to ruin her reputation. And he had the nerve to think she would rethink her answer.' Jan-Di, what were you talking about earlier with Jun-Pyo?" Ji-Hoo finally asked.

"When I rejected him before, I told him that he wasn't in love with me. In the long run of things, I am nothing but a weak attempt at a rebellion. On top of that if I had accepted then one day I would be left alone and heartbroken because I will never be the most important thing to him." Jan-Di explained. She made to move back to the boat but was stopped by a gentle tug on her arm.

"Jan-Di, that isn't what I meant and I think you know that." Ji-Hoo was patiently waiting for her answer. This time when she stepped back towards the boat Ji-Hoo followed her. "I love you, I don't want you going into this will misconceptions."

"I love you too. I also know that you are a very well know and important person. I also know that I am not. I want to be with you for as long as I am able but I won't jeopardize you or your social standing because I am next to you." Jan-di bit her lip and played with the hem of her shirt.

"I may be of high social standing and have some pull in the upper class but I will not let that get in the way of us. I was serious, I have the freedom of choice being who I am. I plan on choosing you. One thing you need to understand is where Jun-Pyo will leave things to work out with minimal interference, I will be next to every second I can. You are no longer alone." Ji-Hoo explained. Jan-Di stared at him, considering what he said. The idea was a little novel to her, she wasn't one to be easily influenced, but the other girls had slowly gaslit her into believe she was a source of problems among the F4.

"I trust you. I will rely on you, then." Jan-Di sagged against Ji-Hoo, the emotions of the night catching up to her. She blinked slowly, sighing heavily. "I am glad I came along. I am glad you came back. Who knows where we'd be if you hadn't."

"Jan-Di, I couldn't leave you if I tried. You can rely on me. I would be honored if you would. Now how about we go back to our rooms? We should get some sleep so we can enjoy the rest of vacation." Ji-Hoo handed both plants to Jan-Di then crouched before her. "Get on. I'll carry you back."

A little bit later Jan-Di took the plant Ji-Hoo gave her and stepped towards her door. She turned quickly pressing a kiss to the corner of his mouth. "Night, Ji-Hoo." She ducked quickly into her room.

Ji-Hoo stood frozen, fingers pressed to wear Jan-Di's lips just touched, a soft smile on his face. "Good night, sweetheart."

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ETERNITY ( WAS IN OUR LIPS AND OUR EYES ) by thespacenico | 1/1 Chapters

RATING && TAGS: Teen and Up Audiences // canon compliant + following up The Fued! episode + angst + hurt && comfort + misunderstanding + near death experience + oblivious!lance + pining!keith + angst with a happy ending + langst + klangst

SUMMARY

Lance feels like he's on the cusp of a life-changing revelation.

"I told him not to tell you."

And this time, Keith doesn't seem to have trouble asking the unavoidable question: "Why?"

Lance looks at Keith, and everything falls into place.

A life-changing, mind-blowing, head-splitting, earth-shattering revelation.

EXCERPT

"I didn't ask for that!" Keith snaps back, his eyes burning with something Lance can't place. "Lance, I never asked for—to be away for so long—"

Lance wants to scream at the irony. "Keith, you absolute moron, what did you expect? You left us!"

"I left because of you!"

The words hang in the air for a fraction of a second, shocking Lance back into silence before they hit him full force. And they sting. They sting and burn and bite and fill Lance with such an overwhelming sense of hurt he can't believe he's still standing. It hurts.

He blinks the tears out of his eyes. "I can't believe you," he whispers.

MY COMMENTS

*to the tune of Final Countdown* it’s a mental breakdown 

Honestly, I don’t know what else I was expecting. Even from the first words, I knew it was going to be angsty, but I pushed forward and read it anyway and I regret nothing. Oblivious Lance in this is so painful and the way Keith thought Allura and Lance were a thing when really, they were just discussing about how Lance was feeling after the thing with Bob. The dynamic in this fic broke my heart and the way Keith literally risked it all for Lance ?? Added with the angry confession ?? And the misunderstandingTM ?? Hoo boy, I’m crying

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Nice Try

TimKon, Core Four, Humour, Matchmaker, Friendship, Shenanigans.

Summary: Noticing the tension between Tim and Kon, Bart and Cassie take matters into their own hands and attempt to set the two boys up with a variety of methods.

Enjoy! :D

“Tim, stop what you are doing because we have a more important task that requires your attention!”

Letting out a sigh, Tim rolls his head to the side and gives Bart an unamused look. There goes his quiet evening that he planned. He watches as the speedster vibrates in his spot standing opposite him, he had just burst into the room and gave Tim that announcement.

“What is it Bart?”

Bart thrusts a bottle out and in his face, “We’re playing spin the bottle dude, y’know like in the good old days. You, me, Cassie and Kon.”

Tim blinks and debates on whether he should try to get out of it or not, but before he could decide the door to the media room opens up again and this time Cassie, who is dragging Kon behind her, walks in with a bag full of snacks and drinks.

“Suck it up boy wonder because this is happening whether you want it to or not.”

Next to her Kon looks resigned, they make eye contact sand Kon shrugs, “Don’t ask me man. It wasn’t my idea.”

He looks back at Bart to see him pulling the puppy dog eyes, not that he needed to because Tim resigned to the idea when Cassie and Kon appeared.

“Fine.”

“Woo-hoo!” Bart cheers and zooms away, appearing seconds later on the floor with the snacks Cassie had laid out, cushions on the floor and a blanket surrounding the area. “Now let’s play!”

Tim stands up from his seat on the couch, sets his laptop to the side and moves to join Bart on the floor just as the other two do. he makes a move to sit down next to Kon, which was by now just instinct to do so, however Cassie seemed to have different ideas because she quickly steals the cushion he was about to sit on and forces him onto the cushion opposite Kon instead.

He shoots her a questioning look which gets ignored, shares an odd look with Kon, but settles down on the last cushion without any fuss.

 “Guys it’s been nearly half an hour, can we please play something else.” Kon whines when it’s his go again. The half Kryptonian hides his face in his hands before falling backwards dramatically.

Tim certainly notices how his t-shirt rides up his stomach showing a little bit of skin there.

“No until everyone has kissed everyone!” Cassie declares crossing her arms over her chest.

Kon sits back up and gives her an exasperated look, “But it’s only Tim and I who haven’t kissed yet, does it really matter?”

“Yes!” Both Cassie and Bart snap at him simultaneously. Kon shoots Tim a wide eyed look who merely shrugs back, he doesn’t know what’s up with them. “Let’s forget this and just stick a movie on or something, we still have tonnes of snacks and it’s quiet, let’s spend our time together better than this yeah?”

His argument seems to win against the two of them because Cassie instantly looks resigned while Bart exaggerates a sigh and flops down onto his back, “ugh, finnnnneeee….” he stays like that for a second before shooting back up, “We need more pizza!” then like that he’s gone again.

Cassie stands up from her spot and shoots the two of them a glare like they had personally offended her somehow. “I’m going to go to the bathroom, don’t start the film without me.”

Once she disappears from the room, Tim turns to Kon and gives him a confused look, “Any ideas what that was all about?”

Kon mirrors his expression, “Not a clue man,” he then grins, “it’s a funny coincidence how we didn’t have to kiss each other though, right?”

Tim huffs a laugh, “Yeah just a bit, what are the odds huh?”

“It’s alright though, we’ll make up for the loss later on.” Kon smirks and winks at him. Tim gives him a deadpan look but couldn’t fight the blush that paints his cheeks at the flirt. He really ought to be used it by now considering it’s Kon, but somehow it still gets to him.

“Shut up,” Tim says, after a moment he adds, “They’re up to something aren’t they?”

“Yup, no idea what though.” Kon agrees immediately. “Guess we’ll find out soon enough. You know Bart, he can barely keep a secret.”

“Very true.”

Apparently whatever secret they were hiding Bart manages to keep it locked up. It’s been over a week and Tim still doesn’t know what his friends were up to and after talking to Kon, he doesn’t know either. It’s starting to irritate him that he doesn’t know what’s going on, he likes to know everything and not knowing this was beginning to bug him.

However as Bart leads him down one of the corridors in the Tower Tim didn’t think much of it, his mind was busily trying to work out the current problem at hand.

“What did you say was wrong with it again?”

“It just wouldn’t start up, I think there’s a technical issue with it because the screen would come on and it would do this weird thingamajig and fuzz out. I need someone with brilliant computer skills to try and work out what’s wrong with it. That being you my current bird friend!”

Tim opens his mouth to protest at the idea because surely Bart could handle something like this on his own, he’s dragged Tim away from his documents that need to be filed in two days for this but asks something else instead.

“Why’s it down here and not in your room?” He questions, they were now in the less used section of the Tower.

Bart shrugs, “Because it’s out the way and basically in storage until I found it and now I’m kinda curious. Hey, here we are!”

They stop outside a closed door. Tim fully expected Bart to lead the way in so when the speedster doesn’t move Tim raises an eyebrow. They stand there for a few beats, neither of them moving until Tim gets fed up with it and crosses his arms over his chest. “Well?”

Bart blinks at him before smiling, it was his Cheshire Cat smile which instantly put Tim on alert. “Sorry about this Timmy.”

Before he could even question what Bart means, his head was being smacked against the door. Pain erupts from his forehead and he clutches his head hissing at the sting. Next thing he knows is that he’s being pushed to the side, since he was still getting over the pain in his head he loses his footing and tumbles to the ground. What he does make out afterwards was a slamming sound and a distinctive locking noise.

“Tim?”

Tim looks up from the ground and squints, he finds Kon rushing over to him who starts helping him back up to his feet. “Kon? What you doing here?”

“I could ask you the same question. You okay?”

Grabbing hold of Kon’s arm for balance Tim rubs his forehead, “Yeah but I’ll be much better once I find Bart and beat his ass into next Tuesday.”

Once he feels like he could stand on his own and with the pain mostly gone from his head he looks around the room to find it completely empty except one bed tucked in the corner of the room. Tim didn’t even know this room existed and there was certainly no sign of a computer in here.

“What the hell? What’s the meaning of this?”

“I have no idea dude, all I know is that about 10 minutes ago Cassie lead me down here asking for my help to move something but then she locked me in here. I went to force my way out but then she stated how the lock has kryptonite embedded in it and that if I want to take the chance then I can do so. I really rather not take that chance thanks and then you appeared with Bart.”

Tim frowns and looks suspiciously at the door. “What is it with the two of them recently? Why are they teaming up against us?”

Kon lets out a heavy sigh, “I don’t know! First spin the bottle and now locking us in a room together? Weird behaviour, especially for them.”

Tim walks over to the lock and tries to open the door but of course it doesn’t move. He huffs in annoyance especially when he realises that he doesn’t have any of his equipment on him to even try and pick the lock. He glances over at Kon to find the meta now sat down on the bed and was watching him.

Kon meets his gaze and smirks, “Well you know, there is a bed after all and we haven’t had any alone time in a while…” The way he waggles his eyebrows makes Tim want to punch him.

He glares at Kon, “Get your mind out the gutter. We’re in a locked room because of our friends, what’s the chances they’re monitoring us right now.”

Kon’s smirk drops at that thought and Tim snickers. He does however move to the bed and take a seat beside him, “We’ll just have to wait them out.”

 Out waiting their friends takes over four hours. Tim and Kon had done nothing more than sit on the bed and talk, Kon may have thrown an arm over Tim in a hug but apart from that it was nothing exciting. Nothing he suspects Cassie and Bart were waiting to happen.

Eventually they hear the door unlocking but nothing more happens. Curiously, Tim gets up from the bed and goes over to investigate. He’s pleased to find that the door had in fact been unlocked and how him and Kon were finally free.

Unfortunately neither Cassie nor Bart were in sight so they couldn’t interrogate them to find out what that had been all about. He and Kon leave the room together and decide to confront their friends at a later date for their weirdness.

“I don’t understand why it has to be us two.” Kon comments frowning down at the menu in his hands.

Tim arches an eyebrow and takes a sip of his drink. “What’s that supposed to mean?” He doesn’t look at Kon however, his focus was one the two people tucked away in the corner of the restaurant.

Kon sighs, “Like surely we’ll attract more attention to ourselves, y’know two guys having dinner together, it isn’t always accepted and people gossip. We would be less obvious if one of us was with Cassie instead.”

Tim finally glances at Kon, he gets what Kon is saying of course, but there are still arguments against his points.

The two of them had been forced elected to go into the restaurant where their targets are currently having a business meeting over dinner to do some close recon. The other two were waiting outside to make the next move once the go ahead has been given.

Cassie and Bart immediately assigned Tim and Kon with the task of being in the restaurant without either of them getting a say in otherwise. As they had been getting ready the two of them kept dropping hints about how good the other looked.

 “Hey Tim, don’t you think Kon’s shirt matches his eyes?”

 “What do you think of Tim’s pants Kon? They shape his figure really well huh?”

 “I couldn’t imagine how many people would be drooling for him if a reporter was to capture an image of him.”

 “Just look at that blazer on him! Doesn’t that really do something for body, wow.”

Tim admits it, that Kon did look fantastic in his dark blue dress shirt and black pants. He even told said that in front of them and all they did was giggle and beam, like delighted little children. Kon had also made a comment about his appearance and they suddenly looked like they were going to pop.

“So you complaining about having dinner with me then? You rather be here with Cassie?” Tim teases with a smile.

Kon blushes and looks away, “No dude that’s not – I didn’t mean it like that! You know what I mean.”

“Kon relax, of course I do but we’re here for a mission and not actually on a date. I think this is part of their ever going secret that they’ve got between them.”

“Most likely. I wonder when it’ll end because this is seriously getting annoying now. It’s what the third week of them acting weird and teaming up against us? Not that I completely mind because I love spending time with you but it’s just forced.”

Tim makes a humming sound, his focus once again on the targets as the waiter arrives with their food. After a moment he walks away and they continue as before.

He turns back to Kon, “Once this mission is over we’ll have a proper chat with them and actually get down to the bottom of their behaviour.”

Kon blinks at him for a moment before nodding, “Yeah okay. We may as well enjoy this why we can huh?” He smiles at Tim, one of his boyish, innocent smiles that gets to him every time he sees it.

“Yeah…” Tim mumbles out eventually unable to look away from Kon.

It turns out that they never got the chance to talk to Cassie or Bart about their behaviour as everything accidently comes out into the open when they walk in on Tim and Kon making out on the couch in the media room.

Tim really didn’t mean for it to happen, he just got so lost in Kon that everything else around them faded into the background like it didn’t exist. He wasn’t a fan of PDA so having his friends walk in on them was just downright awful.

He and Kon had been watching a movie together, spending some nice time alone since it was only them in the tower at the time (or so they thought). About halfway through, a gentle cuddle turned into smoothing touches, which then turned into groping, which then transformed into making out and then that continued with Tim climbing onto Kon’s lap, running his hands all over the half Kryptonian’s hair and face as they heavily kissed and their hips grinding against one another’s.

That's when their friends walked in on them and Tim mentally thanks god that at least they still had clothes on. Everyone freezes as they stare at one another. Several long beats go by before Cassie is suddenly yelling.

“WHAT! After all this time you guys finally get together and didn’t tell us! When did this happen?”

Tim winces and glances at Bart who was vibrating on the spot until he wasn’t. His figure flickers and Tim just knew that he had done a million laps around the room before exclaiming. “Yes my dudes! It’s about time we have been trying to get you together for weeks and now it’s finally happened!”

He shoots Bart a bewildered look before looking at Kon. The meta shrugs at him, clearly having no idea what that meant. Tim finally gets off of Kon’s lap, subtly adjusts his pants, and sits back down on the couch looking at their friends.

“What do you mean Bart?” He asks.

“Well you know, we noticed the tension between the two of you, we knew how much you liked one another and we wanted you guys to finally get together. We tried different methods of getting you together but none of them worked so finding you like this is a surprise.”

That’s when it suddenly clicks. The entire time he and Cassie had been acting weird was because they were trying to get them together. “Spin the bottle, you wanted me and Kon to kiss to see if that would make us confess. Locking us in a room together with a bed, a typical cliché trope. Then the dinner which was kinda a date and hinting how good we looked to one another.”

Next to him Kon laughs, “Seriously, this entire time that’s what you were doing? Come on guys, really? You must have known, you didn’t need to try and get us together.”

“Known what?” Cassie demands crossing her arms angrily.

“Tim and I have been dating for about three months now. We got together that time after we fought those aliens things and got covered in that slime. We were in the showers and one thing lead to another and here we are. Surely you guys knew, we certainly told you.”

Cassie and Bart’s gaping faces made the last few weeks totally worth it, Tim takes his phone out and gets a picture, that’s blackmail for life.

[papacopiasmoustacherides]

I cannot believe

I have been bested, what a fool am i

Ok here we go friends:

1. Deus Culpa: What was the first Ghost song you heard?

- Rats! I'm actually like a little tiny baby to the Ghost fandom and I only discovered them this past July. I have made up for lost time and hyperfocused my way into knowing what I do about Ghost.

2. Con Clavi Con Dio: Favorite outfit worn by the papas/the cardinal

- Fuk that's a hard choice. Copia just has so many wonderful costume changes like some kind of rat man barbie. It's extremely close, but I think the black suit is my favorite. Especially when it's tight like some kind of dark, slutty sausage casing. Close second to the cassock. I love the red and black equally. It's really hard to pick.

Very honorable mention to Papa II's little suit he wore out of his robes. What a good look.

3. Ritual: Favorite live performance moment

- another hard choice ah geez. There are lots. I'll pick a few.

- Copia's hip swaying in Mummy Dust. Which I was lucky enough to have happen like 20 feet away from me.

This gif of it is my favorite:

- These shenanigans:

- The swoon:

Ones I wasn't there for but have seen online:

Adorable and extremely expressive without even having expressions:

The fucking d r a m a :

Monstrance clock pantomiming:

Copia being thirsty over Aether:

Y'all're lucky there's a 10 image limit.

4. Elizabeth: What Ghost song do you like to sing in the shower/bath?

- not necessarily in the shower, but I find myself singing Ritual probably the most. Faith and Prime Mover sometimes, too.

5. Stand By Him: Favorite Ghost guitar riff

- The end of Rats.

- Lots of good stuff in Witch Image.

- I know there's more, but I've started to get tired enough to not be able to recall. I'll come back to this sometime..

6. Satan's Prayer: Has Ghost made you look into other religions out of curiosity?

I was going to say no, but then I realized, no, that is not true! Because of Ghost, I've done a little researching of what particular things mean, or how certain things are done in Catholicism. There's a whole lot more ceremony and layers to Catholicism than, say, Baptist or Methodist Christianity that you'd find here in the southeastern US.

7. Death Knell: How do your loved ones feel about Ghost?

- My mom is just kind of confused by it but doesn't disapprove. I think she's just confused because they don't seem as straightforwardly a band as most bands.

- friends I have humor me when I infodump or gush about Ghost. Some friends legit love ghost, too. One is too creeped out by the masks, heh.

8. Prime Mover: Where were you when you first heard Ghost?

In the recliner at my mom's house when I still lived there. I had just seen a post with gifs from the Rats video and needed to know more about this freaky dancing man. Some nice person left the band and song names in the comments, and I watched that sucker asap.

9. Genesis: Favorite Ghost instrumental

- Another difficult one to pick. I can't narrow it down:

- Deus Culpa because it's such a haunting kind of prelude to the Opus Eponymous album. And with a name meaning "God's Fault" ?? Oof, the bitter drama. I love it.

- Helvetesfönster because it's such an emotional journey and a testament to Tobias's compositional talent. It also reminds me of the ancient Greek myth of Orpheus and Eurydice, which I loved as a kid. The song would be wonderful set to it.

- Spöksonat because it's a haunting moment of repose in the stinging, flashy world of Meliora. I also really love the shared motif with Rats.

10. Here Comes The Sun: Favorite Ghost cover

- "It's a Sin" blew me the fuck away when I first heard it, and continues to do so. I don't like the original song. Just not really a fan of the singer's voice/delivery. But then tf gives us this juiced up power version with his take on moody, plaintive vocals? Hoo boy good grief it's over for me. A super gay, angsty rock-dance hybrid song........ yes.... good......

- I also love "If You Have Ghosts" because it's a very contemplative kind of song and the instrumentation is really beautiful (the bass part is always very nice to tune into).

- "Nocturnal Me" because, as someone once said (I can't remember for the life of me, just know I did NOT come up with this gem) it's basically a "papa iii fucks you good" ASMR

Ok @hannahsealy now YOU do them all

[thejokersenigma]

Joker x Reader (Frost’s Daughter) - Frost’s Secret - Part 9

Ok, this part isn’t great, but at least I’ve finally written it! Yay! Hope it’s not terrible! Joker’s a bit ooc, but it was interesting trying to make him cruel and comforting!

Sorry again it took so long!

WARNING: Minor Language

Let me know if you want to be tagged in anything!

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MAIN MASTERLIST

FROST’S SECRET MASTERLIST

You still felt the kiss lingering on your lips as the Joker carried you into the now-familiar warehouse. He had automatically lifted you out of the car, ignoring your protests that you were more than capable of walking, and you were slightly grateful for it - your body still weak and his arms a welcome security compared to what you had been through.

Frost was already inside, waiting oddly anxiously for a man that rarely show emotion – your kidnapping clearly having shaken him quite badly - for his boss to return and, hopefully, with you in tow. Luke stood next to him, lingering awkwardly, apparently not sure where he should be or what he should be doing.

The sight of you in the Joker’s arms definitely seemed to take both of them by surprise - especially when the Joker’s stony glare looked anything but tender. You couldn’t blame them, J’s behaviour surprised you as well. The kiss in the car had stunned you into silence, but when the Joker broke away, he had simply turned, his jaw tense, and roared the car back into life, accelerating ridiculously fast back to the warehouse without a word.

You had no idea what he was thinking, and you might think he regretted it if he didn’t seem determined to constantly be touching you.

The Joker carried you past your father without a or even glance in his direction, and headed through the warehouse, Frost following on a few steps behind, looking tenser than usual. J continued into his office without a word, moving behind his desk and you screwed your face up in pain as he lowered himself into his chair, forcing you to sit on his lap, still cradled against him. You felt awkward to be in such an intimate position with father hovering opposite you on the other side of the desk, the silence tense as you glanced uncomfortably between Frost and J.

Your father didn’t know what had happened, but he could clearly sense that something had. You cleared your throat self-consciously and your frost’s eyes flickered to you. “Um – uh – w-what is the plan?” You asked, trying to break the unease.

“Plan?” Your father questioned, raising an eyebrow.

“About Cassie.” You explained, very conscious of not moving a single muscle where you sat – half worried you would annoy J somehow, and half not wanting to make your position anymore compromising in front of your father.

“We have men on it.” Your father answered stiffly, staring formally straight ahead, trying to keep his eyes averted from you and the Joker. “They’ll track her down eventually.”

“But, I –“

“You are doing nothing.” Frost said firmly, all his attention now focusing on you.  “You’re getting some medical attention and staying put.” You blinked slightly surprised, never having heard him sound more like a father before.

“But-“ You continued to protest.

“End of.” Your dad growled. “No more getting involved.” His face was deadly serious.

“But she’s my sister –“

“Who locked you up.”

“But –“

“Doll.” You now heard the Joker growled in your ear and you flinched -  having also forgotten about him, and now feeling his hand tighten where it rested on your hip. “You’re staying put.” You opened your mouth to protest again, but you felt the Joker’s grip tighten even more and you cringed, thinking better. Frost frowned, concerned at your reaction, unable to see the Joker’s hold on you.

You bobbed your head slightly, “Fine.” You murmured.

“That’s better.” J crooned in your ear and his grip on you loosened, but his hand, still hidden from Frost by the edge of the desk, now slipped under the edge of your ruined shirt, his cold fingers making you jump as they slowly began to rub small, soothing, circles into your skin. “Now tell Frosty to disappear.” He murmured in your ear. You glanced at your dad - swearing your cheeks must be on fire – who must have heard as he seemed to stiffen, hesitating before he then reluctantly then and left without you needing to say a word.

“Why -?” You began, turning back to look at J as the door closed behind Frost, but, before you could finish, the Joker had captured your lips into a kiss, swallowing up the rest of your words.

“I didn’t think Frosty deserved the torture of seeing that,” J purred against your lips, “but I was going to do it either way.” He growled, now resting his pale forehead against yours. You gasped grateful breaths of air as you watched his face, his bruise eyelids closed and his face looking almost relaxed for the first time since he’d come for you. One of his hands had worked its way up to your face and you flinched slightly as not gripped your jaw firmly. “Don’t think for a second though, dolly,” J growled, his eyes snapping open to stare into yours hard. “That I’m buying your little act.”

Your mind was slow from the intensity of the kiss and, for a moment, you had no idea what he was talking about. “What?” You mumbled, furrowing your brow.

J pulled back, much to your disappointment - having been hoping he was going to return to your lips again - “Stay put was it, kitten?” He questioned with a bemused expression, though his eyes were dark. “I don’t like being lied to…” He drawled warningly. “But Johnny-boy can believe what he wants…” He dismissed, his gaze glancing to the closed door before flicking back to yours, making you drop your eyes guiltily. “You demanded an answer in the car, dolly,” He growled lowly to you, “I only think it’s fair that you do me the same courtesy…” He mused, the grip on your jaw loosening slightly and he trailed his thumb along the skin, tracing the line of bone. “So, tell me why it is you care so much about this girl?”

“Well – uh – she’s – she’s my sister.” You stuttered out, eyes on his lips, knowing his piercing gaze would make it even more difficult to find the words - already struggling to keep your mind focused thanks to his distracting touch.

“Whom you have known less than a week, and - in that time – kept you locked up and tortured, princess?” He growled. “Try again.”

You couldn’t stand his distracting touches or close proximity anymore and went to push yourself off his lap, surprised when J actually let you go. You felt his eyes follow you as you slightly hobbled, your legs still weak, around the desk away from him, pausing where your dad had stood only a few minutes ago. You were immediately missing the Joker’s touch - not realising how much you craved it before until you were given it – but you needed to think straight, and you couldn’t when his lips were that close and the memory of them so fresh, or when his taunted you with caresses.

You get your head down on the carpet, your back still to the Joker, taking a deep breath. “I don’t think she is my sister.” You finally confessed, your voice slightly croaky. “Well, not wholly.” You corrected quickly, then sighed, turning back to J, though not bothering to raise your head. “You probably don’t care.” You muttered, flopping down into one of the leather chairs that sat opposite his desk.

“Au contraire, dolly…” J drawled with a devilish grin, now leaning forward in his chair and placing his elbows on the table, interlacing his fingers together and resting his chin on them. “Now you have my attention… Hoo hoo” He giggled.

You eyed him warily. “I – I just noticed little things whilst I was with her…” You muttered, ducking your head again to stare at you lap where your hands rested. “Things that reminded me of Frost…” You murmured. “And it – it just occurred to me that – that I don’t do anything – look anything – like Frost…” You mumbled. “And… seeing my mother…” You breathed quietly, and, if the room hadn’t been silent, J probably wouldn’t have been able to hear you. “I don’t think Frost is my father.” You finally admitted, your voice cracking - saying it out loud just making your suspicions hit home and you felt a painful pang in your heart.

You bowed your head further, you couldn’t believe you were telling the Joker this, but who else did you have to talk to about it? You should tell Frost your suspicion though, shouldn’t you? But how would he respond? Would he just abandon you? You had no ties to him if it was true - no reason for him to need to look after you anymore – you weren’t his problem.

You didn’t want to lose him. You didn’t want to lose your dad.

The giggling in front of you snapped you out of your thoughts, and you glared over at J where he rocked in his seat with laughter. “You think that is funny?!” You demanded.

“Oh, I do!” He grinned through his chuckles. “I think it’s hilarious that Johnny-boy’s wasted his life on a brat that isn’t even his!” He cackled. “I don’t know how I didn’t see it when I first saw you! Of course, you’re not Frosty’s!” He hooted. “The only bits of him in you are the ones that can be taught - it’s obvious!” You felt the tears stinging your eyes at his cruel words and you blinked rapidly, ducking your head again. “I also think it’s hilarious,” He gasped, “that you clearly think he’s now going to up and leave you.”

“What?” You sniffed, snapping your head up at that last comment.

“It’s clear on your face, princess.” J giggled, “And why else would you be talking to me about this?” He grinned, “You’re afraid to tell him in case he ups and leaves ya!”

“And you don’t think he will?” You asked, ignoring his callous words.

“Dolly, I thought you would know Johnny-boy better than anyone!” The Joker laughed harshly. “The man is aggravatingly soft where you’re concerned!”

“But I’m not –“

“If you’re so concerned, kitten…” J purred, “Let’s do a little experiment…” He grinned, and you watched, confused, as he now reached for the phone on his desk.

“Wait, no!” You cried suddenly realizing what he was doing as the Joker sent Frost a message summoning him back to the room.

“What are you doing?!” You demanded desperately.

“Putting your mind at ease, princess.” The Joker said simply, placing his phone back down. “Like a nice person, doll.” He grinned devilishly. You scowled, wondering if it was possible to escape the room before Frost showed – though that wouldn’t stop J from telling him.

It didn’t take long for the knock at the door and Frost to reappear in the room. “Boss?” Frost questioned, his glancing to you in concern, glad to see you were no longer on J’s lap, and that you had seemed to suffer no additional harm.

“There’s been a minor revelation, Frosty.” The Joker grinned, and you glanced back to where he sat, begging him with your eyes to shut up, but J ignored you. “Seems the little doll here, isn’t yours.” You felt your heart drop and you closed your eyes, waiting for the world to implode around you.

“Is that a – uh – joke, sir?”

“Bet you wish it was, Johnny.” J sneered. “But little [Y/N] here figured it out – you might want a word with that little wifey of yours – and perhaps a paternity test!” The Joker hooted viciously, sinking back into his chair and kicking his legs up onto the desk, watching the consequences of his statement.

You glanced anxiously at Frost who had been staring in shock at J, but his eyes now turned to you with a look of confusion and possible pain. You couldn’t stand it, dropping your eyes and feeling an overwhelming sense of guilt – for what you weren’t sure – maybe stealing his life when you didn’t deserve it – because you weren’t his. You felt the familiar twinge in your chest at remembering this again.

You didn’t lift your head until you heard the door slam which made you flinch, spilling the tears that had gathered in the corner of your eyes. You let out a shaky breath you hadn’t realised you had been holding. “Why did you do that?” You mumbled at the floor, knowing J would be able to hear.  “Why are you so cruel?”

“Cruel? Oh dolly, that was merciful.” The Joker grinned pitilessly. “I’ve saved you month of tortious circling around whether you ought to tell your dear, beloved not-daddy.” He faux-pouted. “Why, if anything, you should be thanking me!” He exclaimed, beaming sinisterly.

You sniffed, gritting your teeth as you now shoved yourself angrily to your feet and stormed out of the office. You had trusted J – turned to him when you didn’t know who else to confide in – and for a moment you had almost felt safe with him.

But then he’d gone and thrown it in your face.

Maybe it was his way of caring, maybe he really did mean it, that  – behind all his laughs and giggles – he had wanted to save you from the pain of worrying over what to do. Right now, though, you couldn’t handle his sharp, to the point – basically cruel – help. You needed to escape the cold truth for a bit.

You had no family.

It suddenly seemed to hit you as you walked nowhere in particular, just striding, lost, down the corridors of the warehouse, hands stuffed moodily in your pockets. Your mother might be your biological mum, but she wasn’t really your mother – not since she left you - especially not when she kidnapped you. And now your father wasn’t your father. You had no father - no idea who he was at least – and, chances were, he was just another criminal thug who, if you were lucky, had been shot in a dark alley years ago.

You stopped in the middle of the large loading bay you were walking through. That was a cruel thought. Frost was a ‘thug’ after all, Lucas was a ‘thug’. So, why then, did you feel so bitter towards this man you didn’t know? Because he had never contacted you? Chances were, he didn’t even know you existed. No, the person to hate - to blame - was your mother. And that bitch was lounging around in the warehouse somewhere.

You ground your teeth in fury and now turned to stomp off with more purpose now, heading for the ‘staff room’. You shoved the heavy door open, immediately spotting a small group of men taking there break by playing poker around the small rickety kitchen table. They turned now to see the newcomer, surprise to see it you and even more surprised to find there was no Frost following on behind you. “Where’s Kelly?” You snarled, your temper overcoming any intimidation you felt from the large burly men. They looked at you and then at each other in confusion. You sighed loudly, rolling your eyes. “My mother?” You growled, “Frost’s bitch?” You hinted.

The men’s eyes lit up at that and you rolled your eyes again. Trust that to work. A familiar figure now stood up on the opposite side of the table, catching your eye. “I know.” Lucas offered.

“Great.” You muttered, “Show me.” You growled, and Frost’s protegee nodded, slightly bewildered by the request – and your mood - but willing to help.

Lucas tossed his hand of cards on the table, “I’m out lads.” He muttered, not seeming to care about the money he had lost and grabbing his lose cash he had yet to bet, unhooking his jacket from the back of his chair. He strode over to you, shrugging on his jacket, and held the door open for you to exit back out into the corridor.

He led you back towards J’s office and you felt your stomach tighten, paranoid the clown would step out as you past, and really not in the mood to see him again right now - your blood still simmering at his betrayal.

He didn’t show though, the door remaining closed as you followed after Lucas. He hadn’t bothered to try to make conversation or question you over your cause, clearly sensing your mood. You felt bad that you were taking your temper out on him – none of this had anything to do with him after all. “Thanks Lucas.” You muttered quietly, as good natured as you could muster at the moment - which wasn’t much.

He back at you in surprise. “Uh - no problem.” He murmured, turning his gaze back to the hallway ahead, knowing better than to push the conversation further.

Eventually he stopped at a rather non-descript door, much the same as all the others. “She’s – uh – down there,” Lucas said, pushing the door open and gesturing down a set of stairs that led down into the dark. “Third room on the right.” He explained, then hesitated. “Do you – uh – want me to come down with you?” He asked.

“No,” You murmured, staring down into the basement of the warehouse. “I’ll be fine.”

“Alright, uh – good luck?” He offered, still not sure what you goal was, as you took the first step. You didn’t response, now descending down the staircase, treading more carefully as you neared the bottom, the light fading to barely anything. You found another door at the foot the steps, and pushed this open, stepping out into another corridor, the air considerably colder than upstairs. The walls were lined with doors that seemed to lead to varying sized store cupboards, the bare concrete illuminated by flicker bulbs above that looked like they might die out at any moment. You counted the doors as you walked till you found the right one, hesitating for a moment, worried for a moment that it might be locked, but you tried it anyway, surprised when it opened, and you stepped in.

You saw mother sat against the back wall looking worse for wear - though her state triggered no emotion in you - but she wasn’t alone. Stood above her was Frost, a gun in his hand aimed at your Kelly’s head.

He glanced back at the sound of your entrance. “[Y/N]?” He exclaimed in surprise, the break in his voice taking you aback, and you felt all the anger in your body dissipate instantly, suddenly feeling like a scared lonely child. You wanted nothing more than to run to her father and hug him - something you hadn’t done in many years after you had found out about his reputation and his need to maintain it.

Now that wasn’t what held you back though. He wasn’t your father. He now felt like a stranger to you and you couldn’t help the hopeless tears welling in your eyes. You felt pathetic. You felt worthless. You hadn’t felt any of the aches from your bruised body since confessing your realisation to the Joker, but you knew why now, all the pain concentrating in the centre of your chest.

Nobody wanted you. Your mum didn’t. Your dad didn’t. And now even Frost wouldn’t.

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[zani-is-a-stan]

Suzani reads AF: Chapter 3 - In The Mountains

All the other chapters: Prologue Chapter 1 - Bee Stings Chapter 2 - The Silver Touch

I’m reading AF and liveblogging my response. This is partly because RH’s books are so densely woven that I want to make sure I catch every detail I can on the first read. I pounded most of the other RotE books, and discovered an insane amount of details on my second and third read-throughs that I completely missed the first time. I’m also inventing reasons to slow down because i want to savor the fuck out of this book.

I will not be responding to any comments on these posts until I’ve finished the book - to save myself from spoilers.

And I just wrote a bunch of junk so that you could turn away before the spoilers in case you made it here by accident.

Spoilers ahead. Read at your own risk

Predictions based on chapter title: We’re in the mountains. -_-

Preface text: I don’t get this one. I don’t enjoy it either. Well ... I *get* it. Someone’s watching serpents hatch and capturing while an Other watches. I don’t like this at all. It’s bad news bears. AND it’s being done by a White wearing green and gold, colors we just learned were associated with Withywoods. Is it Beloved being so sinister? Is it Bee herself? Is it someone from a very long time ago? Is it metaphorical? Will Amber win over the keepers of the blue and gold dragons only to be turned on by Heeby and Rapskal? Is it a metaphor about how enslaving other will only lead to them turning on you and consuming them? The whole thing feels very ominous and I don’t want Heeby to eat Beloved. Or Beloved to enslave serpents.

Bee wakes up: You know, the first time I read a Bee-narrated chapter, I was angry and stressed about it. This wasn’t the Fitz book I was looking for! When the messenger turned our to be not Beloved, I was furious! I had skipped over RWC to go straight to the Fitz and the Fool books after Tawny man because I was so intoxicated with the OTP. The slow-downs and re-reads have forced me to appreciate the series from a perspective that incorporated more than just skimming the passages until I got to the next occurrence of the OTP being in the same room together. I’m really glad this change happened for me, for a few reasons. It allowed me a greater appreciation of what a true master of the craft Hobb is. It also allowed me to fall in love with all these other characters! Mostly Lant and Bee, but the rest of them too.

So I was really happy when this book opened with a scene of badass, 8-year-old Bee clobbering her kidnappers in the face with a club, and never ever giving up. She’s amazing. She’s inspiring. And give me another story of any genre where the true hero is a magic 8 year old girl ... and it’s as cool as this?

Dwalia and Alaria’s character progression: Dwalia’s coming across as more desperate and petty and cruel than she even did in the first chapter. I wonder where this is going to end up ... The closer we draw to her character, the worse of a person she is revealed to be. And Alaria is suddenly a threat, when before she might have been a character Bee could have turned into an ally. A petty, cruel threat. Dwalia is a person who hold the power of intimidation on those around her, and the people around haven’t yet figured out that there are more of them than her. AND we learn that Dwalia was perhaps in love with the Pale Woman, and this all was a revenge trip. This makes her even more dangerous, I think. I love the detail of her just assuming that the values of another culture (regarding Chalced and Kerf’s family) don’t matter, and she can manipulate any situation to get her way.

New names Symphe. Who is Symphe? Are they one of the four? Symphe might be french, but it popped up in an old english dictionary as part of a root word for the harmonious implications in the word ‘symphony’, and the ‘sym’ aspect as a root for the work ‘sympathy’. So ... someone often in agreement with others? Someone passive? A supporter? And then .... is it possible that Symphe picked the luriks she picked to accompany Dwalia to attempt to turn her away from Bee? Is it possible that Symphe is on ‘our’ side?

Also, this is a good time to bring up that the word ‘Kerf’ means ‘cut’.

Ilistore! The Pale Woman finally has a name! And uh-oh, some heavy implications with this one ... Ilistore sounds not unlike ‘illusion’ or ‘illusory’, which would make sense, as she used the Skill to blind people a lot. But what it really sounds like is ‘Alastair’ or ‘Alaster’ - which mean ‘defender of mankind’, ‘avenger of evil deeds’, 'he who does not forget', 'avenger', 'persecutor', 'tormenter’, 'one who suffers from divine vengeance'. So ... what if she was the actual right White Prophet after all? Obvi a sociopathic evil bitch, but ... what if she was also ... right?

Prillkop Oh man. I wanted so much for this dude to have been a bad guy luring Beloved back to Clerres instead of a good guy who’s probably dead now.

Bee’s Treasures In addition to Per’s hat and Molly’s candle, she now has Lady Thyme’s shawl. Taken of necessity, but still portentous? But Dwalia get the item that was Fitz’s. That’s probably not good, whatever it was. Bee’s First Kill Reppin’s slow death reminds me of the first time I read the scene in Assassin’s Quest where Fitz has to listen to a very young man cry in the road until he dies of the slow poison he had given him. The difference is, Fitz is somewhat tormented by the experience, even though it was the only way to save himself. Bee regrets, but with Nighteyes encouraging her, knew she did what she had to survive. Reppin, Alaria and Vindeliar God, these three are like watching middle school social dynamics play out in front of my eyes. Fucking ow. I really hope Vindeliar makes it out of this in one piece. It’s not his fault he’s been used like this and treated so badly. Important Plot Points I think (for now) that Symphe, Coultrie and Capra are all of the Four. Confirmation that Whites (at least Beloved) have multiple catalysts.

Hoo boy! So ... the Unexpected Sun’s victory is supposed to be absolute, and the recapturing of Beloved proves (to the Servants) that Fitz was not the Unexpected Sun. The reasoning for this is a key to understanding the way they think: victory is the destruction of their opponents. To lose any one aspect of a conflict is to negate any success. This is very different from Beloved’s approach of ‘one little ant at a time’. It shows their paranoia. It shows as well that they see themselves as in battle against something.

Beloved’s catalysts: an assassin (Fitz), a nine-fingered slave boy (Wintrow, who Amber completely missed out on any contact with until everything was over), a ship’s captain (could be Wintrow again ... could be Althea? even though she wasn’t technically a captain. I don’t think it’s Kennit, although it would make complete sense if it was given his historical significance. Wouldn’t it be a damn laugh if it was Grag?), a spoiled girl (Malta, duh), a noble bastard (Fitzy Fitz. Or ... Chade?)

Vindeliar had, or has a sister.

Beloved probably didn’t escape, but was deliberately released. Seems likely. He was a fucking mess, not a Shawshank.

DUDE! The White that Beloved one was is TOTALLY singing through time at Bee! Is she also trying to manipulate Kerf? Did she push him to do what he did? It’s basically because of him that they go through the pillar as they do. When he says “Darker than Death” .... what does he mean? The blood? Bee?

“So, I had that.” THIS IS MY FAVORITE LINE SO FAR!

Dreams Alaria dreams the destroyer (currently being assumed by me to be Fitz) brings foul fumes and death. An acorn (currently being assumed by me to be Bee) is taken inside what I assume is Clerres and becomes the destroyer. Bee mentions the dream from Fool’s Assasin with the puppet with an acorn head, being wielded by what I had assumed was Beloved. I’m going to go back and look at that one again - I had a hard time with it the first time around bc, much like the dream in the beginning of this chapter, it implied that Beloved was a Bad Guy. Reppin dreams that destruction comes (and for her, it does sooner than others.) Vindeliar dreams what seems to be poiting us to the same concept - Bee is brought to Clerres, is ‘opened’ or ‘crushed’ and that triggers a big destruction.

You know, when Hobb really pushes me to expect a certain outcome of a situation, i just don’t know if I believe her.

Bee holds a torch under a wasps nest at a crossroads (could be where they are now, with Dwalia being the wasp’s nest.) I like this theory because it ties in beautifully with Kerf’s assertion that killing for no reason will harm Bee if she does it, but won’t harm Dwalia if she does it, by comparing Dwalia to a wasp. As Nighteyes said in Fool’s Errand of Fitz.

A scarred girl weeps with Nettle while they hold a baby. Is the scarred girl Nettle’s unborn baby, changed from her contact with Tintaglia? Is Bee the scarred girl, and the baby her niece? Will be she back home in time for Nettle’s child to be born? A man burns porridge, (no idea on this one) the wolfpack (the Farseers?)howls in despair. The blackness of the destruction is acid, and brings down dragons, destroying their wings.

**There is a thing that only Bee can do!**

And at the end of it all, Bee cries out to her father. Because she loves and needs him --- but will it be a Skill call?