#even if the last chapters are GREAT (which i doubt) it will never be anything else than a highly mixed medicore at best game. because it'll

[tasmanianstripes]

Amazing how it took the developers of Poppy Playtime two whole chapters to finally make a bare minimum of a functional game

[flowerandblood]

The Fall from the Heavens (19)

[ canon • Aemond x Strong • niece female ]

[ warnings: mention of sex, manipulation, angst ]

[ description: A cool distance turns into friendship and more when two children see that they can find refuge and understanding in each other. However, naïve dreams collide with the reality in which every event has consequences and what once could have been love becomes a dark, newly painful obsession. Angst, sexual tension, obsession, violence, madness, very dark Aemond. ]

The story in this series is an alternate reality from the oneshot Stay and love, leave and die, in which Aemond reads the letters his niece has sent to him over the years. They are the same characters and it shows what would have happened between them − I have changed the background story from their childhood slightly for the sake of the plot.

Characters & Series Moodboard Lady Strong Moodboard Aemond & Lady Strong Moodboard Aemond & Lady Strong Childhood

* English is not my first language. Please, do not repost. Enjoy! *

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She didn't know what made her feel an unpleasant constriction in her stomach when she saw the Iron Throne out of the corner of her eye. She stopped, looking at it, standing in the half-light in the distance of the great throne room, illuminated only by the light of the torches.

She thought with pain and bitterness that everything that had happened, everything they had had to sacrifice and fight for, was only because of someone being able to sit on it and declare themselves the only legitimate ruler.

Greed flowed through the veins of Targaryens as much as fire and blood, she thought with dismay.

Sunk in her thoughts, she headed for the throne room, thinking in the back of her mind that even if her father and mother agreed to come to an agreement to build a truce on the foundation of their marriage, if she did not bear her uncle a son, her husband's faction would surely begin plotting against her mother despite the agreement.

Even if her husband remained faithful to her, she could never fully trust him, be sure that he was on her side.

The perpetual thought of betrayal was destroying her from the inside.

She knew that in a matter of days her moon bleeding should begin and she knew what it would mean.

Disappointment and danger.

This was why, every morning for the last few days, before she had even had time to truly wake up, she had sunk her hand between her thighs, feeling her insides clench with fear and terror as she sensed the moisture under her fingers, which then turned out to her relief to be only her wetness mingled with her husband's spend.

It made her draw in a loud breath and smile, for a moment believing that maybe a miracle would happen.

That the gods by making his seed take root in her womb would also indicate to the kingdom that what they wanted to do met with their approval.

Later in the day, however, all it took was for her to feel a discomfort in her lower abdomen, a slight sting or pain, a wetness between her thighs and a cold sweat would fall over her again. She would then lose her appetite and although she ate her morning meal in the presence of her husband, she would later lie that she had eaten a second meal during his training and duties.

She was unable to swallow anything out of fear.

She had the feeling that later when he took her, already as her legitimate husband, something inside her broke, all her terror, her doubts and despair spilled out of her like a rushing river.

She was afraid of his reaction, afraid of his certainty that it was impossible for them not to have succeeded in begetting an heir even though her whole body screamed that it could have been different, that it could be months or years before it happened, and they did not have that much time.

His words, however, took her completely by surprise.

You need to calm down.

Come to terms as I do with whatever the will of the heavens decides.

She didn't know why she suddenly felt burning tears under her eyelids, why her lower lip began to tremble, why her throat squeezed so tightly at the wonderful thought that he understood that no matter how much she begged the gods for their mercy, she had no control over what would happen.

He let her know that whatever would come to pass, he would not blame her.

That he would consider it the will of the gods and not her failure.

She made love to him for the second time that night in his chamber, the embrace of his strong arms tighter than usual, the touch of his hands more tender, his lips finding hers again and again in sticky, greedy kisses as the deep thrusts of his hips forced his swollen manhood into her.

Even though she was a prisoner, she felt free, even though her enemy was taking her, she felt safe, even though some part of her thought it a betrayal, she loved him deeper than ever before.

Her lover.

Her husband.

Her friend.

She hadn't understood when she was still a child how important was the bond they had created then, the long hours they spent at night in conversation, in discussions, sometimes even arguments, after which, however, they always found each other again, realizing that they didn't have to agree on all issues.

She realised, lying with her face cuddled into his naked chest, holding her hand over his lazily beating heart, enveloped tightly in his arms with her legs entwined with his, that although at the time, in the context of their future marriage, what they were doing seemed unimportant, it appeared that it was in fact the foundation of everything that had happened between them many years later.

Had it not been for the trust and affection they had for each other then, they would not have been able to find their way in this reality that faced them now.

"I am truly fond of you, uncle." She said softly, sitting in one of the chairs in his chamber facing him, similarly engrossed in her reading, swinging her legs that did not reach the ground. She realised, looking at him out of the corner of her eye, that she had never told him this and she was not sure he had ever heard such words from anyone.

He lifted his gaze to her and furrowed his eyebrows, as if for a moment he did not understand what she had said; his face expressed consternation and embarrassment, as if he was unsure whether he should respond as a man to such a confession.

However, he apparently decided after a moment that since it was not an overwhelming confession of girlish deep love, but a simple expression of affection, he could also express his opinion on the matter.

"Well…I'm fond of you too." He replied cautiously and grunted, turning back to his book, pretending to concentrate on his reading with all his might – she could see the vein in his neck pulsing rapidly, betraying his excitement.

"What do you appreciate most about me? I, for one, value in you that you know so many things and always listen to me attentively. When I don't know something, you don't mock me but explain everything to me. I like it when you teach me and when you look at my embroidery, when you choose the ones you find most beautiful. I am very grateful then." She said quickly on one exhale, swallowing loudly, overjoyed that he had responded to her words, wanting to take advantage of this and convey to him as much as possible at once, which of course overwhelmed him as he did not look at her for a moment, pressing his lips into a thin line.

It seemed to her that he was trying to hold back a smile, but she didn't know why.

He did a lot of things she didn't understand and refrained from emotional statements or gestures, however, it didn't bother her.

That was just the way he was.

She heard him swallow hard, gathering up the courage to reply something, pretending to look at what he was reading, although she was sure his mind was just analysing everything she had told him carefully.

"Well. I must admit that I also appreciate in you that you never mock me and listen attentively to what I have to say. I am fond of your presence, simply put." He muttered, clearly feeling that he was drowning more and more with every word he spoke, settling back in his chair a little, lifting his book higher, not wanting her to look at his face any longer.

She smiled contentedly then, happy, and went back to her reading without disturbing him any further.

She remembered that day exactly, for when she had escaped to him as she did every night, hiding under his bedclothes, she had fallen asleep almost immediately, tired after her long day full of duties. He waited apparently for her to fall asleep, hoping she wouldn't feel it as his hand touched her cheek, as his lips pressed against hers in a warm, soft, tender kiss.

She didn't move or open her eyes, feeling the heat in her lower abdomen, her heart began to pound like mad with delight, for he had never kissed her first before, never kissed her like this before.

She thought of that night and that day as she watched him standing on the other side of the chamber in the morning, his servant helping him dress his black, leather tunic while her maid tied the bodice of her gown.

Their gazes met for a moment and she saw him sigh heavily, unhappy at the thought of what awaited them.

Borros Baratheon.

The Lord of Storm's End appeared in King's Landing at midday, accompanied by his son and his daughter, who it was agreed was to marry her husband. The King called a gathering in the throne room, at which she and her uncle were also to be present, to try to face the consequences of their somewhat joint decision together.

She and her husband stepped into a great hall with tall windows with seven-pointed stars through a side entrance. She swallowed loudly when she caught sight of the silhouette of a postured man, his beard, hair and thick black eyebrows furrowed in disapproval and rage at the sight of her, his lips clenched as much as his fists. Her gaze fled to the right, to the girl standing next to him.

Maris Baratheon lifted her chin higher at the sight of her, struggling to hide the expression of frustration and disappointment in her eyes, clearly hoping that the woman who had stolen her prince would be an ordinary and bland girl, standing in the shadow of her dragon husband.

She, however, had specifically ordered her servants to leave her hair loose, for although when she was a child its colour had driven her to despair, now she saw it as her advantage – her dark and shiny curls fall in gentle waves down her exposed back, accentuating her fair skin and bare shoulders.

Her gown was modest, black and matte, with floral ornaments embroidered in gold threads on her chest, her sleeves reaching all the way down to the ground.

Anyone looking at them from afar could have the impression that her choice of attire was no accident, even more so standing next to her husband clad in a black leather tunic.

They looked alike.

Their evidence of unity and intimacy, a wordless expression of their bond.

She wondered if she could see from a distance the previously red and now slightly purple bruise on her neck, a reminder of her husband's greedy lips, and if she was aware of what it meant.

She pressed her lips together at the thought, trying not to smile and provoke her.

Although she couldn't call her ugly or rejecting, there was something harsh in her facial expression and posture – her elaborate hairstyle with her hair slicked back was perhaps fashionable, but it didn't suit her beauty or her face shape. Her gown, though rich, did not emphasise her assets, whatever they might be.

She thought she wanted to look haughty, to show her that while she was a lady of a respectable house, she was a mere bastard, even if the child of a princess.

Everyone turned their gazes towards the main gates when one of the guards announced the King himself; her uncle stepped into the throne room confidently without bestowing even a single glance on Borros Baratheon, Aegon the Conqueror's crown shone on his head in the glare of light trickling through the stained glass filled windows.

She felt her heart pound like mad as her uncle took his place on the throne, her mother's throne, and she clenched her eyelids, reminding herself that he had extended a hand of truce and that if she wanted the matter of succession to end bloodlessly, she had to control herself and give him respect.

She glanced out of the corner of her eye at her husband and swallowed loudly, seeing that he stood upright like a stone, all tense, his hands clasped behind his back, his silhouette expressing the same passive aggression she had felt from him when she appeared in the Red Keep after many years.

He was prepared for battle.

He was prepared to kill.

"My Lords. We are gathered here today to address a sensitive matter. Lord Borros Baratheon and his house have suffered an insult and have come to demand justice. My Lord." Aegon nodded, extending his hand, with this gesture showing him that he was allowing him to speak.

Lord Baratheon walked closer to the throne, followed by his heir and his daughter, her gaze full of poison and rage still fixed on her.

She did not look away.

She had no intention of giving her satisfaction.

"I have come to demand that the honourable Prince Aemond keep his mother's word and marry my daughter, Maris, according to his choice. I witnessed his arrival and that he confirmed in my presence my arrangements with the crown. Yet word has reached me that the Prince has secretly married another woman in a barbaric ceremony." Borros growled, his voice tubular and hoarse, full of strength and determination. She swallowed hard, feeling a squeeze in her stomach, a shiver of discomfort ran down her spine at his words.

She glanced at her husband feeling him move beside her restlessly, enraged, his lips pressed into a thin line.

He tried to remain silent and not explode.

Aegon nodded at his words with understanding.

"I understand your bitterness, my Lord. Indeed, our mother forced my brother to comply with her will. However, in my presence and that of our entire family, our father, and your King to whom you vowed, during the supper before his death, announced his will to us.

He conveyed to us that he was keeping the betrothal between my brother and my niece in force, foreseeing the division that would occur in the kingdom once he left this world. After his death, my mother imprisoned my niece and ordered my brother to fly to Storm's End.

Therefore, as you understand, my Lord, the case substituted in this light clearly proves that his decision could not have been in force, for as far as I am aware, it is the King's decision, not the Queen's, which is the final one." Said Aegon with a lightness that shocked both her and her husband.

She could not believe how good a speechmaker he was, with what ease he played with facts and half-truths, creating a image in which, indeed, his brother was in a no-win situation and their nuptials were an act of honour and a fulfilment of their late father's will.

Lord Baratheon drew in a loud breath, furious, his face all red with emotion.

"Are we to accept this insult in silence, then? They did not marry in the presence of witnesses, they did not marry in the Sept, so their marriage is invalid. I demand justice for myself and my daughter." He hissed, Aegon raised his hand, ordering him to be silent.

"I understand the source of your anger, my Lord. However, you have a right not to know that last night my brother married my niece in the presence of myself and my wife before the Septon, who prepared the appropriate act, and their marriage is valid in the eyes of the realm.

I recognise, however, the injustice that has befallen you and my brother has decided to donate part of his annual income as a dowry for your daughter. In addition, you or your son, that I leave to you, will be granted a seat on the Small Council in place of my grandfather, whose decisions led to this…misfortune."

He said softly; Borros pressed his lips together at his words, looking at Aegon with piercing eyes, clearly not knowing himself what he thought of what he had heard.

He hesitated.

After a moment, however, a woman's voice echoed in the throne room.

"It is impossible, my King. No one will marry a woman who has already been touched by another man. The Prince has taken my maidenhood."

All gathered began to speak loudly, shocked by her words – she felt her heart leap into her throat, her stomach squeezed so tightly that she had trouble catching her breath.

She and Aegon looked at her uncle at the same moment, her husband standing as if stunned, his healthy eye wide open, his mouth parted in disbelief. After a moment, however, his shock was replaced by an expression of anger and fury, he took a step forward like a lion about to lash out at its prey.

"Lie." He growled, the voices of conversation and disbelief all around them even louder, the King twisted in his throne, completely not expecting this turn of events.

"How can we be sure that it was my brother who deprived you of your…virtue, my Lady?" He asked quickly, wanting to turn her confession against her, in case it appeared that her uncle was guilty, to accuse her of being able to be taken by any other man.

She lowered her gaze, breathing loudly through her mouth, feeling the cold sweat run down the back of her neck, her hands clenched on her womb quivering as much as her body.

No, he would never have done something like this.

He wouldn't deprive a woman of her maidenhood knowing he wouldn't marry her.

Was she sure of that?

Maybe he took her as his wife that night because he felt remorse after betraying her?

She felt tears of despair welling up under her eyelids at that thought, feeling that for a moment she was in the throne room with only her body, no longer seeing the proud look of Maris who grinned seeing the expression on her face.

"I ran after the Prince once he wanted to leave. He took me in one of the corridors of our fortress against my will." She said without a shadow of embarrassment, as if dragging him down behind her was more important to her than her own honour.

She wanted to become his wife, the Prince's wife at any cost.

"Maris, good gods…" Mumbled her father, looking at her in disbelief, all red with shame at her confession, shocked as the others by what had left her mouth, knowing full well that she was not telling the truth.

"Disgusting lies. I followed my nephew out the stronghold and returned to the Red Keep to fulfil my duty to my father that same night. It was not your maidenhood I took then, shameless woman." He growled, and she felt heat in her heart and a burst of pride at his words.

Even though he had used lie against lie − after all, she was no longer a maiden then − the way Lord Baratheon's daughter swallowed her saliva, the way her body shivered under the weight of his words made her lift her chin, looking at her with superiority.

Insolent whore.

Aegon raised his hands in the air, clearly amused by the situation, ordering everyone to remain silent.

"As I see it, opinions are divided on what happened. Lord Baratheon is a party. Is there anyone else who could confirm your version of events, my Lady?" He asked lightly; the girl looked at him breathing heavily, her hands clenched on her lower abdomen. Aegon looked to the side, directing his gaze to his brother.

"And you, brother, can anyone confirm your words?"

"My nephew." He answered without hesitation.

She swallowed hard, reminding herself that he had, after all, allowed her to meet her brother, and the king wasn't aware of it.

That he could be accused of treason, lose Aegon's support.

"We exchanged a few unpleasant sentences before I returned to King's Landing. Only a brief moment passed between the time he left and our conversation. Certainly not enough for even the most desperate man to possess a woman."

"Who will believe the words of a traitor? Was it not he who took away your eye, my Prince? Did he take something else from you along with it?" She asked mockingly, her father looked at her in horror, his lips forming a silent, warning 'enough'.

She heard her husband draw in his breath loudly, his knuckles clicking in his fingers as he squeezed them as hard as if he wanted to break them himself.

"You were there, my Lord. You know that she did not run after me, and even if she had, she would have gained nothing. I chose her because she was most different from my wife. Lest she might ever think that I could lust after your daughter." He replied with a cold, deep hiss that echoed through the throne room.

She felt a wave of delightful satisfaction run down her body, and though she knew her husband's cruel words might have cost them everything, the look of disbelief on Maris' face was more than worth it.

Did she really believe that he had chosen her because she was the most beautiful of her sisters?

That he could ever desire her when she, his childhood friend, his confidante and lover was by his side?

"I do not know what I saw." Borros replied, however, without his previous confidence, not looking at him or the King, apparently trying with his last strength to protect his and his daughter's honour. Her husband snorted at these words.

"Pathetic." He sneered quietly, not daring to say it out loud; it seemed to her that his whole figure was trembling.

He was furious.

"If I were your daughter, I would be wary of such far-fetched accusations without any evidence or witnesses, my Lord. Some might call it as treason." Aegon replied, spreading out comfortably on his throne.

She couldn't believe some part of her admired him for how he was playing with the situation while still keeping what was happening under control.

Lord of Storm's End did not respond to his words.

Aegon's words were the nail in the coffin of whatever plan Lord Baratheon's daughter had in her head, and after her humiliating outburst, Borros agreed to the terms set by the king himself and the amount of her dowry, which her uncle-husband would pay out of his purse.

She watched with satisfaction and an involuntary smile on her lips as Lord Baratheon and his daughter were forced to sign the terms of the agreement imposed on them by her uncle.

Borros left the throne room like a storm, furious, without even bowing to Aegon, to which he only responded with an amused expression on his face.

Maris didn't dare look at her anymore, her face pale, from a distance she could see how red her eyes were from tears.

She wished to be a princess in a beautiful castle.

She could be his Rhaenys, but she had no intention of allowing any Visenya into their lives.

Even if it was one night in ten, she couldn't bear the thought of having to share him.

Fortunately, her husband was as possessive as she was.

The smile disappeared from her face as she felt an unpleasant, familiar stinging sensation inside her lower abdomen.

She clamped her hand over her womb as something warm and sticky ran down her thigh, a whine of despair and pain stuck in her throat as she pressed her lips together.

She took a step backwards, revealing the stone floor under her feet, and noticed a few drops of crimson liquid on it.

She was bleeding.

[anzulvr]

୨୧ On Purpose Karma x (fem) Reader I| Chapter: 06 ୨୧

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— After hyping herself up in the bathroom mirror for half an hour this morning, [Name] concluded she was capable enough to pull off her plan and manage to get demoted to E-class.

[Name] worried she might get herself expelled but looking back on Karmas situation put her at ease. They practically bring equal academic value to the school and Karma was able to get away with a lot because of it. They'd let him off the hook for fights, pranks and persistently cutting class. If anything this might not be enough to demote her.

A few days prior Gakushuu informed her that his father had a meeting to attend later today. The Chairman is constantly praised for his input during board gatherings, which is why [Name] decided she would sneak into his office and replace his notes for some fake ones written with Karmas assistance. She'd make her switch careless enough he could trace it back to her.

Karma also suggested switching Gakuhō's papers for some questionable magazines would be an easier, more impactful trick, he could get Okajima to give him a few, he probably wouldn't be super-compliant about giving them up but when was anyone ever compliant to anything Karma plotted? He got them but he didn't tell her how he convinced his friend to let him have them.

[Name] had never done anything that could get her into trouble at school, what if it went on her record?

"[Name]? You're here earlier than usual."

She jolted back in surprise and nervously held her hands behind her back, "Yeah, I thought I'd have a change of pace today." She was anxiously swaying back and fourth.

"You? Change? That's rich."

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"Last time I called you at 7 AM you blocked my number for a month."

Gakuhō came up behind Asano and rested his hand on his son's shoulder,"Gakushuu fix your posture."

Asano straightened up, The chairman looks over at [Name], "It's nice to see you again [Name], how have you been?"

"Im doing good, and you?"

"That's great to hear, I would like to talk more but I need to speak with my son for a moment, if you don't mind."

"I’ll leave you to it then, see you around Shuu!"

Perfect opportunity had risen, he was down here, that means his office would be empty this early in the morning.

[Name] opened his drawers and found many, many folders filled to the brim with papers. She wasn't sure how she was going to find the one she was meant to trade out.

She drew out her own papers along with the magazines, she couldn't help but question what kind of perverted friend Karma had that just has these lying around.

She was digging through them when she knocked into one of the opened sliding shelves a file titled "Confidential" fell out from a compartment hidden underneath the cabinet. She got the feeling she really wasn't supposed to open, the forbidden feel to it only enticed her more.

[Name] wasn't sure what she expected to find but it definitely wasn't government files about the moons explosion. They never disclosed this to the public, why would Gakuhō have this? Her eyes rushed through the pages, there was a picture of the culprit, a price on his head, and way too many details to take in. The documents alleged that End class students of Kunugigaoka High would be the main individuals with the responsibility of assassinating the out law. Failure to assassinate him by the end of the year will result in the extinction of the human race.

There was so much to process, she was going to die? In any other situation she’d doubt the authenticity of these papers but everything lined up with the moon explosion. She couldn't even humor the idea anyone could kill that thing based on description of his abilities alone. The files mentioned the creature being 3 meters tall, and a very long list of his documented capabilities such regeneration, super human speed and strength. It would be stupid to believe some high schoolers could assassinate a monster with the power to destroy the earth in seconds. Her future was essentially gone, and Karma, he knew about this all along.

'Did he expect me to go on living, knowing there's a good chance I'll die before I even graduate?’

How could he? He never mentioned this. This whole time he'd let her believe everything was fine. That he liked his class? The stupid bounty on the monsters life was giving him false hope.

She has good grades, sure, but that's pretty much all [Name] has going for herself. Now that she was thinking about how her future was over this all made her realize she never really had much of a future. Nothing made her stand out from the rest of her peers.

The members of the student council are everything she is and more. Not only are their grades outstanding they each have individual talents that set them apart from the rest. That set them apart from [Name]. The students definitely saw it that way, people often talked badly about how she didn’t deserve her spot with the rest of the student council.

In contrast Karma definitely has a lot going for himself. He isn't just smart, he's great at anything he touches. He has a good reason to live. Maybe that’s why he kept it a secret? He didn’t think it mattered in her case?

She felt herself tearing up, not knowing what to do with herself she kept flipping through the documents. Karma let her continue living so ignorantly, for what? So she could die soon without warning?

"[Name]. What are you doing here?"

Just like that she was taken out of her entranced state, "Nothing! I was waiting to speak to you, sir." She hid the file behind her back, ironically all she did was make herself more suspicious. Kaho did always tell her she was a horrible liar.

Gakuhō wasn't supposed to return to his office this quickly, then again she isn't supposed to be poking around where she's not welcome.

"There are serious repercussions for sneaking into my office and going through student files, you know that right? We place value in the privacy of our pupil."

"Principal Asano, It's not student files I'm interested in. I'd like to be transferred to End class."

“End class... What makes you suggest such a thing?"

“I know the truth.”

"You'll have to get more specific [Name], what truth?" He walked over to his desk, looking straight at her, she hands him back the classified file.

[Name] is taken aback when the chairman laughs.

He was being so casual about it still, for some reason, she felt like there was a knife against her throat.

"[Name] you're a good kid, I'd think about this twice if I were you. You'll have to renounce your position in the student council if I go through with your transfer. We really can't afford to have word get out either. You'll either forget everything you just read or you'll have to deal with the consequences."

His eyes scared her, she was in over her head.

His eyes shift to the messy table top, thanks to [Names] disorganized snooping. The duplicate papers and magazines were front and center of the clutter.

"What are these strange magazines doing here?"

"Those are, uh- not mine! I'll dispose of them regardless!"

[byjovewhataspend]

Putting on his best outfit to cheer himself up-- it's not really working :(

rambling thoughts about the new manga stuff below

It feels so WILDLY incorrect tonally for none of the villains to be saved. So many people told deku he couldnt save shigaraki and he pushed back against that-- but from any outside view shigaraki dying is the same as Deku killing him, i dont accept 'his ghost smiled so he was saved', afo shattered shigarakis mind the second Tomura's heart wavered and he died instantly (nana saved a little bit of his soul long enough for him to hang out and punch AFO, that had nothing to do with deku)

but the last thing he said before AFO killed him was 'i have to be the hero to the villains' and the last thing he said to deku was essentially 'tell spinner i did was i promised'

but before both of those points almost the entire league (sans compress) is already dead (spinner seems braindead? though the next chapter had people messing with what looked to be his scales so maybe someones working on helping him) so Deku cant tell them anything.

ANYWAYS my 5% hope here, a way to walk this shit back, is that Tomuras quirk 'which used to have a regeneration aspect' regenerated itself and Tomura comes back and Deku gets a second chance to save him for real this time, and then tomura uses the regeneration aspect of his quirk to fix all the rest of the league. he can return Spinner to his old self, and Dabi has GOT to be in that tank in front of Endeavor, right?

(What else in the world does Endeavor have to care about right now except for his family? none of them (or hawks, his only friend) needed a healing tank, so im guessing Dabis horrific husk is in some stasis goo with no hope , spinner is brainded/insane with no hope, toga is probably 'disappeared on the battle field' or maybe in a coma with no hope.. )

((honestly that tank, them not telling us yet if anyones dead (it would be weird to REVEAL people died who we thoughts died on screen a year ago) and the weirdly timed 'tomura couldve been able to regenerate but i removed that' a second before he died are the only reasons i have any hope. im not the hoping type. a series i was interested in ending badly has never been Taken Back before))

i dont know if That Person is Tomura (it didnt LOOK like him, not at all, honestly they looked like a woman to me, but who the fuck knows when they are doing Anime Crazy Face) but it feels like the only way to walk any of this back.

They put so much emotional stuff onto tomura and then gave him the worlds clearest 'he never had any choice to be this way' backstory EVER (even his BIRTH was arranged by AFO thats so fucked up, i wouldnt be shocked if he bought him the dog he killed too) that the ONLY doubt i had that Deku would save him was in that i wasn't sure how youd arrange to keep him out of prison for life. Id been guessing 'rewound to childhood to get a second chance at a better one' (not great but hey, it beats dead or tartaras and it matches that opening i liked) but hey, if hes Confirmed Dead and Deku finds someone Similiar To Him but with Fixing Powers and is liek 'hey everyone this is my brother Tenko my american dad just brought him over isnt that great?' id fucking take it

ALSO plucking Eris horn off so that she wasnt an option anymore like.. from a writing standpoint feels like it has to be FOR something.

Finally: deku looked SO depressed in the most recent chapter. he looked miserable. he hardly spoke a fucking word. considering how he acted about Eri i cant imagine hes the type to be like 'whelp, failed to save those people, i guess ill save a random different person in the final arc and thatll help me get over it'. truly i think if deku to failed to save tomura he'd spend the rest of his life not feeling like a real hero. especially when he checks to complete tomuras wish and spinner cant get his final words? and togas final words to deku was that she liked him and then he ran off and she died?? just. no. it feels so tragic and dark.

i do NOT believe horikoshi has that much creative control, honestly, i feel like if he had complete control he wouldnt kill tomura (since hes written a Tenko into like all his other stories and he loves him) but a small glimmer of hope is Dabi getting fuckign 4th place in the popularity results after he'd already become the most dead looking fucker i have ever seen. SURELY management knows hes popular and would be open to them being saved and redeemed just for BRANDING purposes, right?

PS: everyones been joking but he horikoshi SAID we'd see dekus FUCKING DAD. what possible purpose could that man serve when he wasnt even watching deku lose his arms on international tv?? if its as a cover for bringing tomura back ill fucking take it.

[matcha-chai-latte]

“The one who wishes to live, and the one who pleads to die” , so beautiful yet so tragic at the same time. I’ve noticed this anti parallel between Soowon and Zeno a long time ago and I’m happy that the author brought it up.

Even though something huge and painful is definitely around the corner, coming in the nearest chapters, I still refuse to give up on hoping for the best. If the story ends tragically, the whole plot journey and Yona’s character will lose their point. From how I see it, the one way to finish this story, is to end the unending circle of suffering: curses, illnesses and deaths, also the gods living among people. This is why the Red Dragon aka Yona was reborn and that is why she receives precautionary visions. Yona herself pondered over the reason Hiryuu was reborn. To change the course of events. To change fate itself.

As much as it hurts, Yona will most likely end up killing Zeno. Be it of her free will or by means of defending Hak. It is so saddening that he never got and probably never will get a chance to live a normal life, but after 2000 years of suffering I doubt he would be able to sincerely enjoy life again. I hope he can at least die in peace.

It could be, that the ending of the eternal life of the Yellow Dragon will also eliminate the dragon powers from earth, which may lift the crimson illness from Hiryuu’s decedents.

At this point I just can’t believe that Soowon will die. As a person he changed and developed SUCH a great deal that killing him off after all that would be an unnecessary dramatic move (inhuman even). Loosing both of his parents, having to suffer a moral dilemma, removing the only two closest people he had left to save the country and avenge his father, suffering the consequences all alone, while knowing that he is bound to die a long, painful death because of the gods he hates and thus being unable to get married and have children. Then after 200 chapters he realized that despite everything he is still a simple human being with personal feelings and desires, that he loves Hak and Yona (which was obvious) and that he wants to live….and then in the end he dies? I can’t take it.

In the time skip in chapter 1 Yona was still referred to as “princess Yona”, so she didn’t become queen like Soowon wanted in the recent chapters, so maybe he really doesn’t die? (hope dies last).

In the worst scenario that can also mean someone usurped the throne (Soowon can still be alive at this point). If it happens, I would bet on Chagol. His death went suspiciously smooth. There is also the symbol of the Fenix that hints he can return from the “dead” (the Fenix Castle and the tattoo on Chagol’s bald head).

Something will definitely happen to Hak, but I don’t believe he will die either. If he dies, I expect him to return from the dead too, since we still know nothing of his origins (maybe he is also a godly creature of some kind)😅.

If our main trio stays alive, together they could gather strength and by working together, fight back and return the castle.

These are just my superficial thoughts, as I said previously things are so complex now that we can’t be sure about anything, we can only guess.

I believe in the author and wish her all the best❤️

[tinyinvadr]

I’ve got another chapter of my TADC story! This one’s pretty short, but there’ll be more to come!

Here’s the link to the first chapter

Hide & Shrink

Chapter 2

“I dunno… I’m just saying Caine shouldn’t have let Pomni pick the adventure. Where’s the excitement? I’m already getting bored looking for her.”

“But it’s only been ten minutes.”

“And? You think I have the attention span for that?”

I could hear the others looking for me. It sounded like they were all traveling in a group, so at least it would be easier to avoid them than if they had split up. Either way, I wasn’t looking forward to any of them finding me.

“Caine did say she would be somewhere unexpected. Maybe if we split up we’ll have an easier time finding her.”

A wave of panic came over me at Ragatha’s suggestion. I knew one of them would have to find me eventually, but there was a part of me that was hoping they never would, and Caine would just call the whole thing off and change me back. But realistically, this game could go on forever.

Maybe it would be better off to let someone find me and get it over with.

Of course, that raised the question of which person would be the safest option. On the off chance that Caine didn’t come back right away, I could be stuck with that person for a while.

Definitely not Jax.

Out of everyone else, Ragatha was the one I talked to the most, but I still felt so awkward and guilty around her. Being even more vulnerable with her would just make me feel worse.

My best bet had to be Gangle. She seemed harmless enough, and with her having ribbons for hands, I doubted she would be able to easily pick me up. I’d just let her find me and hope for the best.

That was the plan at least, but nothing ever works out the way you want it to.

I was about to go plant myself somewhere for Gangle to find me, when suddenly, a tall shadow fell over me.

“Oh! Everyone, I found an insect!”

Guess I was going with Kinger.

“That’s great, Kinger. Though, last time I checked, I’m pretty sure Pomni’s not an insect, so I don’t think that’s relevant to what we’re doing here.”

Ragatha sighed. “Leave him alone, Jax. And you never know, it could be a clue. Kinger, come show us what you found!”

Before I could even try to run, Kinger’s hands clamped around me and lifted me up.

“Gotcha!”

I was completely enclosed by his hands, and my claustrophobia was out in full force. I wanted to try and squirm out, but I knew he would probably drop me if I did that, so I just curled in on myself instead.

He opened his hands, and I was met with the sight of the other circus members, all gathered around to look at me. Realization hit them all one-by-one, but Ragatha was the first to notice.

“Pomni?!”

Kinger let out a startled shout and unintentionally tossed me in the air, but quickly caught me afterward.

“Ah! Sorry, sorry, just got a little surprised there!”

I struggled to catch my breath as everyone looked at me. I didn’t want to imagine how pathetic I looked in that moment. Somehow, this was playing out even worse than I expected.

“Well, I take back what I said earlier about this adventure being boring. Heh, and just when I thought you couldn’t get any shorter.”

Ragatha glared at Jax as she moved closer, and I slowly inched myself back, trying to create a distance between us. Though, there wasn’t much I could do with Kinger still holding me.

“Hey, don’t worry. Now that we’ve found you, Caine should be here any second to change you back to normal.”

As if he had just been summoned, Caine appeared behind everyone else.

“Congratulations, my superstars! You’ve completed another adventure! Wow, and in record time, too, haha, that was fast. Is there anything you all want to do for the rest of the day? Another adventure? Activities? Mini games? Spontaneous musical numbers?”

I raised my arm, waving it back and forth to get his attention. He noticed right away and flew right over, once again taking up way too much of my personal space.

“Uh… before we do anything else, can I go back to my regular size?”

Caine chuckled, then flew backward with a dramatic flair.

“Of course!”

He snapped his fingers, but nothing happened. He snapped them again, nothing happened. He started rapidly snapping at a rate that no human could ever achieve… but nothing happened.

“That’s odd… but don’t you worry, Pomni! I’ll get to the bottom of this! Until then, you’re all free to spend the day however you’d like! Just reach out to me if you need anything!”

Just as I had come to expect at this point, he disappeared before any of us could ask any further questions. Not that I could’ve formed a coherent sentence. My mind went numb the moment I realized I wasn’t going to change back.

Not only was I set to be trapped in this digital world forever, but I was doomed to be tiny and even more terrified of everything while I’m trapped here.

It just kept getting worse… I couldn’t keep this up much longer…

My vision started to blur and slowly fade to black as I heard the voices of the others incoherently talk over each other. It sounded like they were worried, but I couldn’t process any of it. My mind was done, and I passed out.

[lemon-natalia]

Nona the Ninth Reaction - Chapter 1

oooh and now we have another countdown - this time its five days until the tomb opens! which is both concerning and mildly confusing given Harrow already opened the tomb

and a new image for the chapter header - not an animal skull or a skull at all but a cave with chains over it! presumably representing the tomb itself which in of itself is very intriguing

‘Late in the year of nobody she really thought of in particular’ hah, take that John

ok so Nona’s dreaming of a painted face … the first two immediate options that come to mind are Gideon and Harrow, clearly. in a body of water, could it be the River? or possibly, if the ‘her’ in ‘her hands’ she’s talking about is Alecto, it could be the saltwater of the tomb?

so far the first thing thats struck me is just how sweet the relationship between Nona and Camilla is 

‘A beaker of violently orange liquid, radioactively orange even in the dark’ what the fuck kinda eggs are these guys eating

and Nona has black hair! very long black hair which grows fast, which very much suggests that this is Harrow’s body, given what Ianthe did to her hair last book. this also pretty much rules out another initial theory i had for Nona, which was that she might have been in Gideon’s body, since we know that was picked up by the BoE last book

and another point for being some kind of amnesiac Harrow - Nona appears to have a lot of issues with eating 

Okay … so Camilla and Pal are sharing Camilla’s body, kind of a reverse of Gideon-in-Harrow last book, but not quite given that they somehow seem to have swapped each-others eye colours. it’s not just that they’re sharing a body, since Gid & Harrow explicitly retained their own eye colours, but some kind of other situation

hmm Nona seems relatively upbeat, but there’s a lot of conversation about militia links and black market goods, life wherever they are doesn’t seem all that great tbh

and they’re hiding something about the overall situation they’re in from Nona, and its very unclear whose side they’re on. given the end of the last book, the fact they seem to be in some kind of hiding on a non-House planet, I doubt they’re fully with the Emperor/Nine Houses. but then they definitely don’t seem to be onboard with, and have a very uneasy relationship with, the Blood of Eden, especially given the whole kinda-Lyctorhood situation they’ve got going on. 

and there’s an awful lot going on here. they keep mentioning a search and recovery mission, which begs the question for what exactly are they looking for. it can’t be the Tomb or anything because its pretty well known where THAT is. and Pal and Pyrrha have very different philosophies on whatever’s happening - Pal seems to want to help some kind of situation with people trapped in barracks, while Pyrrha thinks its not worth it. and on top of all of that BoE is not quite one cohesive group as it was described in HtN, there’s some kind of inter-organisational conflict going on. 

‘I know how to farm … I can teach you and Nona’ rip G1deon who never got to live his Stardew Valley dreams. Locked Tomb: the Farming Simulator when?

also it is interesting that even G1deon, seemingly the most loyal of the Emperor’s lyctors (or at least the only one seemingly not actively trying to kill him) still had a backup plan and wanted to run away to just lead some kind of a normal life

and they need masks of some kind? and Nona’s immune - more points for her being Harrow, or at least in Harrow’s body, Nona’s body clearly works like a Lyctors 

oh shit there’s a mysterious blue light in the sky that’s ‘periscoping’? It could be some kind of surveillance but i think its far more likely to be the seventh Resurrection Beast, which is there for … some reason? Lotta questions raised just in this one chapter

[trickstarbrave]

i have a rough draft edition of the omegaverse nerevoryn fic i wanna share so. please enjoy

nerevar isnt super needy yet. he will be next chapter though. for now please enjoy some asshole in house dagoth being an idiot and nerevar and voryn fucking

Healing was a slow and steady process. Months of feeling sick and his body revolting against him for daring to leave his mate behind would take a while to reverse, after all. His appetite came back in full, at least, and while he was slower with the sword than he’d liked, it felt great being able to move his body again. 

What he was having an even harder time adjusting to though, was how differently people treated him.

He was no longer Nerevar Mora, the lowly canvasari who only was afforded the privileges he had simply because of his friendship (that many people hoped wouldn’t last) with Voryn. He was now Voryn’s mate, soon to be proper noble of House Dagoth.

Healers and tutors of all kinds were all over him. Tutors to make sure he didn’t embarrass Voryn and the rest of House Dagoth, and health check ups weekly to make sure he was recovering properly. Nerevar was Voryn’s fated mate after all, which meant it was a guarantee Nerevar would be having Voryn’s child, and very likely said child would be the future heir of House Dagoth. Nerevar had to be well educated and as healthy as possible now.

(Nerevar was particularly annoyed by the health check ups constantly reminding him of that fact every week, but he couldn’t deny that when he climbed into bed in the evening the thought of Voryn actually breeding him properly got him very excited)

Guards moved aside when he walked, bowing respectfully. Before they were mostly indifferent; casually friendly at best, or rolling their eyes at him and making snide comments at worst. Now that his heat had passed, they could all smell on him that he was claimed, along with Voryn’s scent all over him on top of it so there was no room to doubt by who. 

It was official, but also not. He was claimed, but there were typically so many social rituals that needed to be completed as well to make it ‘official’ in the eyes of everyone and have him be fully accepted as a member of House Dagoth. Which meant learning all of the complicated rituals, prayers, and preparing for it all.

It was annoying. Honestly, part of Nerevar really missed how he was before all of this. Back then he was just a caravan guard, able to slip in and out of the stronghold whenever he wanted to, honestly. He could practice in the training hall or head out near the gnarled trees of the ashlands to practice alone. Now all the guards had their eyes on him, watching him like hawks to make sure he never left the stronghold without permission and an official escort. For fucks sake, he couldn’t even go get a drink at the corner club without someone being on his ass.

But then he climbed into Voryn’s bed at the end of the day, surrounded by his scent, and everything felt so right that he knew he wouldn’t trade this for anything. Even after the aching subsided, being close to Voryn was as natural as breathing now, and imagining a life without this was terrifying. He never knew just how nice it could be to be mated to someone, especially someone he trusted so much. 

“Are you listening?” His current tutor asked. He was the son of a councilman, and someone who was very snippy that Nerevar of all people was Voryn’s mate. What was his name again? Dagoth Ven? Something like that. “This is very important information! You only have a few more weeks to memorize it!”

“I heard you already.” Nerevar scoffed. “And the second time you repeated it after rolling your eyes.”

A vein could be seen on Ven’s head. Honestly, if Nerevar had an interest in actually doing so, he could get the other mer in trouble for this by just telling Voryn. He’d been disrespectful the whole lesson, acting like Nerevar must be stupid and incompetent just because he was a commoner. But Nerevar didn’t want to make enemies of the House Dagoth councilmen yet; he wanted to fully establish himself first. They didn’t know yet how ambitious he truly was, and it was best to fly under the radar as he fortified his position. Even if he tried right now, they’d likely just see him as a defenseless omega whimpering and whining to his alpha to make all his problems go away. 

But when Nerevar was done, there’d be no mistaking just who exactly he was and what power he’d have in this house. He never intended to be adopted into House Dagoth like this, but he’d make the most of it.

“Well then why don’t you repeat it?” Ven asked through clenched teeth.

“The ceremony will begin with just enough time to be over at dusk for Azura’s hour.” He began. “I need to be clothed in ceremonial robes before dressing Voryn—“

“The young lord Voryn Dagoth.” Ven interjected. 

“He’s my mate,” Nerevar scoffed. “I’m not going to call him ‘young lord’ and ‘heir’.”

“You aren’t recognized as his mate yet within House Dagoth, and you would do good to remember that.” Now he’d pissed Nerevar off, one of his eyes twitching.

“Or what?” Nerevar challenged him. “What will happen? You’ll break the mating bond I already have in place?” It was said to be basically impossible to break the mating bond between fated mates, after all. Once it was set in place, it was done. The two of them were bound together permanently. “Send me away from Kogoruhn?” Keeping them apart long term would only risk Voryn’s health just as much as it would Nerevar’s. Everyone learned that very well after Nerevar was on the run after being kicked out by Uthol.

Ven didn’t like that Nerevar was talking back. He hated that Nerevar had a good point even more so.

“I think we’re done for the day.” Nerevar announced, standing up. Honestly, being alone with Ven was only pissing them both off. Last thing Nerevar needed was to attack the son of a councilman, and Ven was going to drive him to doing just that if he stayed.

“You do not get to dictate when this lesson is over!” Ven slammed his hand on the table, before following him out into the hall. “Get back here this instance!”

“You’ve pissed me off enough for today with your shitty attitude.” There were witnesses out in the hall, at least. They were close by Voryn’s office just down and around the hall, not to mention there were servants and guards around them. “Maybe we both need time to cool off.” Nerevar would give him this out. Ven could either pull himself together, realize he was getting too worked up, and remove himself from the situation… Or Nerevar was going to take this opportunity to get back at him.

“You’re the one being blatantly disrespectful!” Nerevar’s eye twitched again, his blood pressure rising. It seemed like Ven was too stupid to realize he had his last chance to leave this situation and completely passed it up.

“How am I being disrespectful for calling my alpha by his name?” Nerevar challenged. Ven was slightly taken aback. It seemed like Ven was actually referring to Nerevar daring to leave his lesson early being disrespectful, but he didn’t pause for very long.

“You—“ The guards looked at him expectantly, eying Ven carefully while the councilman’s son it seemed didn’t have the thought to deny Nerevar’s claims “You’re being outrageous right now!”

“No, you’re the one being outrageous.” Nerevar snapped. “Demanding I call him ‘young lord’ and ‘heir’ rather than his fucking name.” It was outrageous. He could understand them being annoyed he did so before they mated, but that was why Nerevar avoided it around the councilmen for a reason back then. “And then saying I’m not his ‘official’ mate, like I don’t have a claiming bite from him on my neck—“ Ven looked truly furious then that Nerevar was blatantly repeating what Ven said prior, only this time with plenty of witnesses. 

But Nerevar hadn’t expected him to be so stupid he’d slap him across the face in his anger. 

It actually left Nerevar stunned—not from the pain, but just how little he’d expected it. All he wanted was for Ven to make an ass out of himself before he ended up retreating or being escorted away by guards. But slapping Nerevar? In front of multiple people?

“You are just some cheap whore who climbed into the heir’s bed for your own benefit!” He snarled. “I don’t give a damn what the healers say,” He continued, “The Good Three? Making you the young lord’s destined mate?! Ha! You’re nothing more than a lowly canvasari, not even of full chimer blood!” Again, Nerevar could only stare in shock. Nerevar wasn’t hurt by the accusations, he just could not believe someone was actually this stupid. “When that foul magic you used to fake this is uncovered you’ll be—!”

“That is enough!” Voryn shouted, rage in his eyes. Ven instantly shrank, a look of pure mortification on his face as he turned to face him.

“Y-young lord—“ Voryn didn’t give him time to apologize or explain himself. He grabbed Ven by the jaw, flame spell in hand, and watched the other chimer scream and flail as his skin burned.

“How fucking dare you.” Voryn snarled. “Not only did you raise your voice at my mate, you raised your fucking hand!” Ven was begging for mercy, the tears pouring from his eyes instantly evaporating from the heat. “And then you call him a fucking whore, commit blasphemy by claiming such a sacred bond made by the Good Three could be faked, and you insult House Dagoth by—“

“Voryn!” Nerevar snapped, grabbing Voryn by the arm, “That’s enough!” The spell vanished, likely out of fear he might burn Nerevar by mistake. “You made your point.”

Voryn looked at the burnt chimer in front of him, skin melting in some areas, begging incoherently. Almost disgusted, Voryn dropped him, letting him fall to the ground.

“Let that be your punishment.” Voryn announced, before taking Nerevar by the waist to his office. “Take him to the healing ward.” The guards moved quickly, picking Ven up off the floor rather roughly, practically dragging him away. No doubt it would scar, but the healers of House Dagoth were good, so it likely wouldn’t disfigure him that badly.

Back in Voryn’s office, Voryn shut the door loudly, locking it behind him.

“Are you alright?” Voryn’s voice was soft again, the kind of warm tone he only reserved for those close to him. His hand caressed where Nerevar had been slapped, healing spell in hand.

“I’m fine,” Nerevar tried to wave him off, but Voryn’s hand remained to heal him. “It didn’t even hurt. Mostly I couldn’t believe he was that stupid.”

“You shouldn’t antagonize people like this, Neht.” Voryn frowned, still fussing over him. “Yes, he’s an idiot but,“

“I didn’t intend to go any further than what I said.” Nerevar explained. “I gave him the chance to back down and let both of us cool off saying we were both angry, but he refused to take it.” Again, stupid on his part. “And I just wanted to embarrass him, not goad him into hitting me.”

“You’re in a delicate state right now since you’re still recovering, and—“

“Yeah yeah I know, I have to take care of my body so I can bear you a child. The healers keep reminding me.” Nerevar rolled his eyes.

“… I was going to say: and I hate seeing you get hurt.” Voryn sighed. “I nearly lost you. I spent months wondering if you were safe, how you were doing, if you were injured or just as sick as I was…” Nerevar couldn’t help his cheeks turning red in embarrassment now at the tender, honey-sweet tone of his voice. “And I don’t ever want to see you suffering again. Today it was a slap in the face from an arrogant son of a councilman, but others might be more foolish and malicious.”

“… I know,” Nerevar sighed. “I know all that. I don’t plan on trying to antagonize everyone, especially not this early on.” Nerevar leaned into his touch now that the healing spell was finished, closing his eyes. “I had to weigh my options. If I did nothing I’d also be seen as a pushover, and that wouldn’t be safe for me either.”

“… Gods you’re right,” Voryn breathed. “Sometimes I envy how clever you are, Neht.”

“I don’t feel very clever after I spent six months running from House Dagoth like an idiot.”

“You didn’t know any better,” Voryn smiled, “Honestly even that was a bit impressive. Your dedication to staying alive for my sake, despite the draw trying to pull you back to me… I wouldn’t have been strong willed enough to manage that.” Voryn was leaning in closer with every word.

“I wanted to protect you…” Nerevar whispered, his eyes dropping almost completely shut. “I didn’t want to hurt you, I…” Most omegas could only focus on safety and survival, their instincts driving them to stay in one place unless they absolutely had to move. Nerevar had wanted to do the same; to lay there and wait for his mate to return and handle everything. Yet, when most omegas just gave in to the desire to be protected and tended to, Nerevar could only focus on protecting Voryn. Maybe it was because he spent several years as a canvasari and worried about protecting Voryn above all else, maybe he was so anxious he convinced himself it was life and death so the desperation forced him to move by tricking him into thinking it was for Voryn’s safety, or maybe it was…

Maybe it was because of how much he truly cared for Voryn. Maybe it was that feeling of care that he was quickly realizing went beyond mere friendship and hormone induced sexual attraction. Maybe it was…

Voryn’s lips met his as Voryn moved Nerevar to be sitting on his desk, kissing him deeply.

Nerevar’s thoughts turned fuzzy in an instance, gliding his tongue in time with Voryn’s as he wrapped both arms around Voryn’s shoulders. It felt so good—unimaginably good. It always did in a way Nerevar couldn’t tell was the bond or the feelings he was too scared to name. Apprehension mixed with pleasure, as Nerevar tried very hard to just turn off his brain, stop thinking, and just enjoy it.

“You’re thinking about something else.” Voryn said as he broke the kiss, his eyes boring into Nerevar’s.

“I’m not, I’m just…” Nerevar swallowed, trying to shove the feelings down.

“I can feel your emotions through our bond.” Voryn reminded him. Nerevar swore under his breath. Right, the bond. You could open yourself up to emotions the other felt, if necessary or desired. You couldn’t exactly read their mind, but could sense how they felt and what they might be thinking based on that along with if they were in any danger. 

Nerevar still wasn’t used to it. He found it… Intimidating. He didn’t know why, but he was apprehensive about it.

“… I keep forgetting,” Nerevar sighed, “I’m still adjusting.”

“You haven’t been using it much.” Voryn noted. “You can’t adjust if you’re not using it, Neht.”

“I know I’m…” Nerevar still couldn’t look at him. “I’m nervous about… Being overwhelmed?” Nerevar tried explaining. “I don’t know, it’s…”

“Shh…” Voryn whispered. “Just try it right now.” Voryn encouraged. 

Nerevar gripped his shoulders tighter before closing his eyes. He focused on Voryn, almost mentally reaching out, waiting, and then—

Warmth flooded him, his heart racing, before he peaked his eyes open to look at Voryn who was smiling warmly. 

“Is it still overwhelming…?” Voryn asked, and Nerevar felt like he couldn’t breath. 

“I-I…” It was overwhelming—but so much so he couldn’t focus on that, just how wonderful the feeling course through him was. His heart was buzzing with warmth, aching ever so slightly and delightfully the same way his cheeks did when he was laughing too hard. It was how he felt curled up against Voryn when they slept. It was how he felt when they reunited. It was…

“I love you, Neht.” Voryn whispered. Nerevar’s eyes widened in response, his heart racing even faster. 

It was the first time Voryn had said such a thing to Nerevar. And more importantly, Nerevar could no longer deny what his own feelings were. Voryn called it—the same exact feelings Nerevar had toward him—love. It was love, he… 

He loved Voryn.

Nerevar’s lips crashed into Voryn’s clinging to him tightly. Voryn groaned loudly, and now he could feel Voryn’s arousal mixing with it, his own desires only growing from it. Voryn kissed him even more intently, holding him close, and Nerevar could feel Voryn was starting to get hard.

“Fuck me,” Nerevar breathed, breaking the kiss only briefly. “Get inside me right now.”

“Who am I to deny my mate?” Voryn mumbled against Nerevar’s lips, already starting to undress him.

It felt so good; Voryn’s touch felt like hot flames licking him in the best possible way, heat pooling in his stomach. Focusing on Voryn’s arousal as well only made him feel all the better. His mate wanted him, just as strongly as he wanted Voryn. The knowledge he was desired only compounded his own arousal further.

Voryn didn’t entirely undress him; quickly they realized it would only make getting dressed again a hassle. Instead they only did so as much as necessary; their robes undone, Voryn’s cock freed and Nerevar’s underwear around one of his ankles.

“Mm~” Nerevar groaned, “Fuck yes…”

“You missed my cock?” Voryn asked, before kissing him again eagerly.

“Yes,” Nerevar panted against his lips as they broke the kiss once more. “It feels so good to have you inside me—“

“I was made to be inside you,” Voryn whispered, making Nerevar moan. “Just like you were made for me…”

“Yes~” Nerevar hissed as Voryn began with slower, gentle thrusts at first. They were made for each other, it was true; the gods themselves made them two halves of a whole. It only made sense that they’d enjoy making love as much as they did. Their bodies and souls craved being connected, and Nerevar was quickly losing himself in the arousal at the revelation. “I was made for you, only you…” It also made sense why he never found other alphas very attractive; he was Voryn’s mate—he was always going to be Voryn’s mate. 

“Neht,” Voryn moaned in between messy kisses. “You feel so good, so perfect wrapped around my cock…”

“Fuck,” Nerevar panted, “You knot is swelling up~” Voryn wasn’t even in a rut and he was going to knot Nerevar, knot him and fill him with his seed… The seal was still in place on him, but gods did he want Voryn to breed him already. 

“You like it when I knot you, don’t you?” Voryn panted against Nerevar’s lips and Nerevar threw his head back in a desperate moan. Fuck keeping his voice down—Nerevar couldn’t control himself. He couldn’t possibly keep himself quiet like this.

“Yes!” Nerevar’s voice sounded so desperate, a fact that would no doubt embarrass him after this. He never saw himself acting like this with an alpha, but he didn’t care at the moment. “I love it when you knot me~” He knew just what sentences like that did to Voryn, and he could feel the spike of pleasure through their bond. 

“I thought you weren’t due to go into heat for another week…” Voryn groaned, “But I think… You’re about to…”

Nerevar wouldn’t be surprised if he was going into heat right this second. It only made sense—Nerevar and Voryn didn’t get to have much sex his last heat. He was still recovering, spending long, long hours asleep in bed and eating to regain his strength. They did it only a few times, despite how turned on Nerevar was. Even afterwards the healers warned them to keep sex to a minimum as Nerevar recovered (already knowing full well it was useless to ask them to abstain as a new mated couple). But now Voryn was thrusting a half formed knot in and out of him, so much love and arousal present through their bond—

“Fuck—“ Voryn swore, burying his head in Nerevar’s neck, “You are—You’re going into heat for me—!” Nerevar wrapped a leg around Voryn’s hips, his hands clawing at Voryn’s back. “I can’t believe you’re going into heat just because I’m fucking you—!” 

When this was over, Nerevar knew he would be embarrassed. Beyond embarrassed actually—he never anticipated his body reacting so readily. Wasn’t it humiliating to be reduced to nothing but a moaning mess, fully going into heat just because his alpha was fucking him on his desk of all places? Or was it the fact Voryn confessed to him making him go into heat? If so, that was even more mortifying that his body would react like this. 

But right now, Nerevar couldn’t think about any of that. All he could do was moan and cling to Voryn, panting and begging for more, his head tilted as Voryn nipped and sucked a constellation of love bites onto his neck and shoulder. 

And then Voryn surprised him—he began kissing and licking at the claiming bite on Nerevar’s neck, Nerevar’s body tensing.

“Wait—” Nerevar began, “Wait, if you bite it again I’ll—”

Voryn didn’t even let him finish his sentence, his canines plunging into Nerevar as his knot swelled further. Nerevar’s body went rigid as he orgasmed, eyes rolled back and screaming in pleasure as Voryn thrust into him one last time, holding there as Nerevar’s cunt spasmed around his knot. 

Was it even possible to think like this? Absolutely not. Nerevar not even 30 minutes ago was proud and careful, cautiously evaluating risks and trying his best to keep his dignity in the face of a snide noble who despised him and thought that Nerevar being Voryn’s mate was some kind of trick. He had even been planning the best course of action to help raise his own position as he had no intention of laying back and riding on Voryn’s coattails forever. But all of that completely fizzled out as Voryn made him climax painfully hard, the combination of his claiming bite being reinforced and his body locking around Voryn’s knot, the sensation fully overwhelming. Perhaps ‘overwhelming’ was an understatement—Nerevar wouldn’t be surprised if he died from pure pleasure at that moment. His brain felt like nothing more than static and he’s seeing stars as he moaned and drooled, thoroughly blissed out.

“So good for me,” Voryn moaned into his shoulder, “So good, taking every drop… Cumming around my cock like this…” Logical thought slowly began to return to him, and Nerevar groaned.

“You—that…” Nerevar was desperately trying to catch his breath, “That was too much—!” 

“I’m sorry,” Voryn pressed apologetic kisses to Nerevar’s throat and jaw, “I’m sorry Neht, you feel too good…” 

“I have half a mind to kick your ass for that…” Nerevar groaned, still feeling Voryn’s cock twitch inside of him, the knot firmly in place. “You… That wasn’t helping…” Nerevar groaned. “Fuck, I can’t believe I’m… I went into heat from you fucking me like this…” Reality was quickly catching up with Nerevar, his cheeks burning red for a different reason now. He went into heat on Voryn’s desk of all places, moaning so obscenely loud there wasn’t a soul in the stronghold who didn’t hear them. “And we were so loud—”

“It’s fine, Neht,” Voryn tried to reassure him, “I cast silencing. No one heard us.” 

“Someone could have walked in at any moment…” 

“Weren’t you the one who told me to get inside you?” Voryn countered, unable to hide the smirk on his face. “No, you outright demanded it—”

“T-that’s enough!” Nerevar groaned, completely mortified. “I was… Overwhelmed, alright?” Nerevar tried to shift his hips only to groan from how full he was from Voryn’s knot.

“Shh…” Voryn hushed him. “It’ll be a few more minutes, and then I can get you cleaned up and back to our room.” Nerevar huffed slightly, burying his face in Voryn’s shoulder now. His heat was fully coming on, the restlessness and anxiety beginning to creep up on him. But he took deep breaths, reminding himself Voryn was right here, holding him, their bodies still connected.

“I’ll give you a nice bath,” Voryn whispered, the offer sounding absolutely wonderful to Nerevar right now. Nothing would soothe him more than being tended to by his alpha. And, if Nerevar could guess, as Voryn entered his rut he’d also want to tend to Nerevar. “Pile up the blankets and pillows for you on my bed…” Nerevar hummed softly as Voryn rubbed soothing circles on his scalp. “I’ll even dress you in my sleeping robes, before completely covering you in my scent…”

They stayed like that as Voryn’s knot went down, gentle kisses and promises. When it finally went down enough for him to pull out he kissed Nerevar on the lips, gently sliding out. Nerevar whimpered slightly, once again left feeling empty… Already he knew this heat was going to be a weird one. He already felt more sensitive than usual, both physically and emotionally.

“Now let’s get back to our room.” Voryn smiled, helping Nerevar redress.

[a-kaash-me-outside]

the walls are thin - ch8.5

in which atsumu is your college neighbor that reminds you how in love you are with your ex boyfriend. previous | ch8.5 [masterlist]

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before you can send a joke back his way, atsumu rolls onto his back, a large puff of air exhaled from his lungs as he does so. he smooths his palms over his face, fingers parting his own hair, eyes squeezed shut as he exhales again into his hands. “god, you make me feel like-,” he takes another breath, sitting up this time. you get a good look at his back from this angle and if the words he were saying weren’t so important, you’d interrupt him by kissing the toned muscle all over. 

“like-,” he pauses, shaking his head, turning his neck, twisting his back to face you, “i don’t even know. i can’t even describe how you make me feel.” he narrows his eyes at you like he’s thinking of the most difficult math problem and trying to solve it in his head. “i know that sounds cheesy, i know it does, but i’m serious, i’ve never felt like this before.”

you sit up with him, his face morphs into realization, a tiny moment in time that causes your heart to start beating ferociously. it looks effortlessly difficult, a long road to get there, figuring out his feelings in real time, and yet it doesn’t come out like a question. “i love you.”

your stomach drops. you can’t breathe. “you love me?” you ask.

even without instant reciprocation, he doesn’t show an ounce of regret, not a single one. in fact, he replies quickly, even more assured this time, “i do.”

you really can’t breathe, can’t catch a good breath, it feels like you’re suffocating. the air is thick, tongue like cotton in your mouth, and he sees your adverse reaction to this and all he wants to do is make it better. “you don’t have to say anything,” he offers back, reaching his arm out and resting his touch on your elbow. he curls his fingers around your skin, but you can’t really feel it amidst the tingling taking over your entire body.

he continues on, “i just wanted to tell you because i’ve never met anyone like you. i haven’t been able to stop thinking about you and i’m a better person for having known you, so thank you.” you’re still not saying anything back to you, so he just keeps talking, reasoning slowly shifting from confidence to doubt. “i just don’t think i’ve ever met someone who’s gotten along so well with my friends and my brother or someone i’ve ever really even let do those things, because i’ve just been in my own head or maybe because i haven’t found the right person.”

you need him to stop talking, to give you a second, just one second for a thought to pop into your head to communicate what you’re feeling, but he just keeps talking. he’s great. he’s perfect. this is exactly what you were afraid of.

it comes out like vomit. “i think i’m still in love with maki.”

even after it’s left your mouth, you can’t believe you said it. the entire room is silent. you can’t even hear him breathing, can’t hear the fan or the birds or the hum of the fluorescent lights. this entire time, each waking minute you’ve spent in this bed, something’s felt uneasy, there was this underlying confusion that you couldn’t shake, and now that you’ve said this impossibly difficult thing out loud, you no longer feel confused.

instead, it’s transferred over to atsumu, you can see it in his face. you’re expecting betrayal. you can handle a look of treachery, of anger, of mistake, but none of that ever comes. his eyebrows are furrowed and he can’t look you in the eye, only steals glances as often as his body will allow. you should explain, you know you should explain, but how do you explain that the only thing that’s made you realize your feelings for maki were the kiss that you shared and having sex with someone else for the first time. 

“i wish that maybe you would’ve told me that before last night,” he says, swinging his legs off of the bed and standing up, grabbing pieces of clothing that are strewn across the room, yours, his, his, his, yours, yours, his. he throws yours onto the bed, puts his on quickly.

“come on,” you say, voice small, “you’ve had plenty of one night stands. i’m just another one of ‘em.” your hands move slowly as you put on your clothes. 

“you know that that’s not all you were to me,” he says, voice cold, breaking at the end, “is that all i was to you?”

“atsumu,” you say, but his name doesn’t feel right on your tongue anymore, not to either of you. his shoulders slump, air expelled from his lungs, fingers comb through his own hair, pausing at the top of his head as he tries to figure out what to do next. “do you want to talk about it?” you ask, wincing at your own question. 

“there’s not really much to say,” he replies, offering nothing more.

it’s silent. you count the seconds, starting over every time you hit 60 until you can’t take it any longer. “should i leave?” you ask. he winces this time, maybe part of him thought you would follow up with something along the lines of but i want to make it work with you or i’m just kidding i love you too. 

“fuck, i can’t believe this,” he says, shaking his head, “oh my god, i can’t believe this.” he puts his head in his hands, leaning on his desk as he rubs the heels of his palm into his eyes. he reaches down and grips the edge of the desk. he couldn’t look at you the entire time, even still it takes everything in him to raise his gaze to you, and fuck, you wish he hadn’t. “i let you meet my fucking brother.” his tone isn’t angry, isn’t pointed. it’s defeated. he inhales, throws his head back, exhales. “you should probably go.”

you know that you’re the one that suggested it just a moment ago, but the thought of it is making you sick, of walking out that door. you know there’s no turning back from it. you will have a few more weeks of sharing a wall and then your life will continue on without atsumu. you stand up, a few painful strides to the door. he walks behind you, reaches past you, opens the door for you. 

“fuck,” he says, much softer this time, soft enough that you might have even regretted the past couple minutes, “why couldn’t i have met you freshman year?” he asks. it’s not a question either of you can answer. he’s not expecting an answer anyway, not sure he would accept one if he was. 

“i don’t know if you would’ve liked me freshman year,” you admit.

“i would’ve liked you,” he says as sure as up is up and down is down, “any time. no matter what. i’m sure of it.” it would have been easier if he wasn’t. you step out into the hallway. 

“i’ll see you around,” you say.

“probably not,” he says.

you take one last look at his door, at the miya atsumu written across it. the name no longer unfamiliar, person no longer unfamiliar, no longer a distinction, no longer a vastly different side of a person you know. no, now not a side at all, but just a part of a person you used to know. this is exactly what you were afraid of. 

/++/

“it’s before noon on a fucking sunday, you better have a good reason-,” the complaining comes before the door is even open. you can hear it clear as day even before there’s a tiny crack letting the sound through. your skin hasn’t stopped tingling, face hasn’t stopped burning. your body has been moving on autopilot since you left atsumu’s room, even through showering, putting on clean clothes, navigating here.

and yet, the second that he opens the door, it’s all you, no automation, direct, meaningful, purposeful movement and thought. 

there’s nothing stopping you, nothing could stop you. you take two steps forward. if it were anybody other than maki, it would have been weird, awkward, clumsy as you collide with him, foot half stepping on his, almost tripping into him, but he holds you steady as if he anticipated this. you push your lips into his, taking another few steps forward and in from the hallway. he lets the door close softly behind you, wraps one arm around your waist and pulls you in deeper. he doesn’t ask any questions, doesn’t try to pull away, just kisses you for the second time this week, savors every second of it as if it will be his last. he knows better now. 

you really hope that when you pull away, he won’t ask any questions. you hope that you’re good enough at communicating everything through this kiss and the touch on his hips. his eyes are wide when you eventually do pull away and you know that there’s a question coming. you’re already figuring out an answer in your head.

“what if issei answered the door?” he asks, head tilted, shaky breath the only sign that he was caught off guard. 

“shut up,” you say, quiet smirk forming as you press your smile into his again.

you snake your arms around his neck, clasp them overtop of one another, pulling yourself into him deeper, holding onto him tight, you can’t get close enough. he runs his hands down your sides, leans backwards to signal that he can support you completely. even after all of this time, you know what that means. you jump into his arms, bracing yourself as he walks backwards to his room. he doesn’t have to ask or motion, you open his door, and when he turns around and puts your back against the door to close it, you lock it.  

he pulls away this time. “are you going to tell me what got into you now?” he asks.

you shake your head, leaning forward and closing the gap, eyes closing gently at how soft his lips are, at how comforting it is to be in his familiar arms again. you’ve missed this so much, more than you could have known.

he pulls away once more. you wish he would stop doing that. you don’t want to stop kissing him. you want to kiss him for hours. “do i at least get to know if this is a one time thing?” he asks.

“i hope not,” you reply. it answers a lot more than just that one question. you move to kiss him again, but he starts speaking against your lips, desperate for answers. 

“okay and-,” he starts.

it makes so much sense to you, all laid out in your head. the kisses, the grip, the familiarity, the need. it’s hard to take yourself out of your own head, to realize that he’s been caught so off guard with this and is taking it pretty much in stride. still, you huff because explaining means that you don’t get to kiss maki and it means that you have to admit something very difficult.

you pull back completely, arms still draped around his neck. “i haven’t been able to stop thinking about that kiss, about what you said, about thinking we’d get back together or just keep going with what we were doing forever; i want that.” the end of your explanation comes out in one long sentence, mashed together just as it was in your head. “‘m still in love with you, maki.” there’s no i think this time. 

he closes the gap this time, doesn’t need to hear another word, tilting his head to kiss you deeper, quickly pulling you away from his door and walking you over to his bed. 

“wait, wait,” you say against his lips as he sits down on the bed, gently letting your knees sink into the mattress.

“god, no, yea, that is annoying,” he says the second your lips are off of his.

you roll your eyes dramatically, shaking your head the tiniest bit, a tiny smile on your face, “are you- is that-,” it’s not coming out right, your chest rising and falling as the question struggles to form in your head, “do you want that? is that okay?”

“are you asking if i’m in love with you?” he asks.

you nod, grateful for his ability to understand you so well even when you’re not making any sense at all, eyes darting back and forth between his trying to find an ounce of an answer before it comes from his lips. “of course i am,” he says plainly, confused that it’s even a question, “i never stopped, you know that.”

you push forward into his chest and he moves back with you until his back collides with the bed. the two of you always moved like this, in time with one another, thoughtless and in sync in a way you only get to if you’ve known each other for years. you clasp your hands at the base of his neck, pulling him into you as you kiss him deeper, parting your lips to swipe your tongue across his bottom lip. 

this time, he doesn’t pull away, accepts the invitation thoughtlessly, tongue entering your mouth, and it’s like something snaps in you. you got to kiss him not long ago, get to touch him and hold his hand and sleep in his bed, but now you get to taste him, for the first time in too long. your fingers close around nothing, scraping against his skin and you know it’ll make him shiver, and it does. you feel the shudder all throughout your body.

you can’t stop, tongue slipping against his, scraping over his teeth and cheeks, you can’t get enough. you never want to stop kissing him. you missed the way he feels in your mouth, his sweet, familiar taste. you smooth your hand around his neck, down his chest, grabbing a fistful of his shirt, pressing your lips into his harder. 

his hands are roaming, in your hair, down your back, gripped into your waist, sculpting over your ass, settling on the backs of your thighs, rocking you against him. he grinds up into you, hard against the inside of your leg, evidently just as turned on by this previously forgotten sensation. you’re the first one to pull away, and he lets you, actually welcomes this tiny moment to catch his breath, to just look at you. 

“i,” huff, “really missed you, maki,” you say and then lean back down and give him another quick peck, “like a lot,” kiss, huff, “wish you would’ve just taken me back to your room that night.”

you kiss him again. a smile grows against your lips and then a laugh comes along with it, light at first and then he can’t stop. you pull back. “maybe this was my plan all along.”

“oh, really?” you ask jokingly, tilting your head. 

“nah,” he says, lifting his head up, lips pursed but they don’t meet yours. instead, he places a soft kiss on your nose. “i just wanted to make sure that you really wanted this.” one hand stays on the underside of your thigh, takes your hand in his other, keeps them both pressed against his heart. “not just in the moment, but really wanted this. just as much as me.” ba-bump. 

“and is this proof enough?” you ask, trying to swallow your giddy giggles. he narrows his eyes at you, quirks an eyebrow, he doesn’t even have to say it, you can read it loud and clear. duh, obviously. he pulls you back down. 

“plus, now it’ll be even sweeter,” he says, pressing his nose into your neck, dragging his wet lips against the skin. he runs the flat of his tongue from your chest up your neck and repeats the motion, starting point getting lower and lower every time until he’s met with the fabric of your t-shirt. it’s quickly thrown to the side, one motion, as he sits up, his face situated perfectly between your tits. 

“maki,” you breathe, blushing as he uses his large hands to surround himself with your tits, palms rough against your hardening nipples, placing small kisses against your sternum, right against your heartbeat.

“missed these,” he says, sound muffled like he’s talking into a pillow, vibrations sending a wave of goosebumps across your delicate, now bare skin. 

“maki,” you say again, more embarrassed this time, but he knows you better than to stop at this little fit of self-consciousness. in fact, he doubles down. 

“could sit here like this all night, puppy,” he mumbles, but you can hear it so clearly, rolling your hips, chewing on your lip. 

“maki,” you repeat for the third time, reaching your arm up, hiding behind the crook of your elbow. 

he pulls away, hands continuing to knead into your soft tits as he gets a good look at you. “don’t get all embarrassed on me, now. it’s just me,” he says, reaching up and pulling your arm down from your face, placing both of your hands on his hips. you let him. you take a breath. it’s just him. you nod, keeping your hands on his hips, gripping them into the shallow valley of the bone. “good,” he smirks, runs his hands down your sides, right back to the backs of your thighs, tugging you towards him. 

the pressure builds, grip pulling and pulling until you slide up to his stomach and then his chest, but he just keeps coaxing you forward. you look down at him, questioning, and he throws you back a devilish grin, turning his head to the side to press a kiss into your knee. “are you going to come sit on my face or what?” he asks, nipping at your skin when you jump at the question.

“maki!”

“come on, you’ve made me wait long enough,” he says, turning his head the other way and placing a kiss into the opposite knee. “you know i’ve been thinking about it since you got on top of me.”

“then take it,” you breathe. fuck, he missed that. 

you use the wall to steady yourself as he pulls your shorts and your panties off. he places both of his hands on the insides of your thighs, pushes your legs apart. your stomach refuses to settle, flipping over and over as you stare at him so intently, just waiting for his next move. he moves you forward again by your hips this time, lifting you just high enough for your lips to drag against his hanging tongue. 

“fuck,” you say, nails curling against the drywall, forehead gently resting against the surface. 

he digs his fingertips into you, pulls you harshly onto his tongue, into his face. he loves being suffocated by you, always has. once he nearly passed out, too drunk on your taste and the sounds that you made to care about staying conscious. breathing came second to your pleasure. that’s why he was so fucking good at it. “god, fuck, maki.” the back of your head meets the top of your spine, chin pointed towards the ceiling, eyes squeezed shut as he presses the tip of his tongue into your hole repeatedly.

his hands pull your cunt into his mouth harder, positioned on your lower back, gripping into your ass as he rocks you back and forth on his tongue, juices flowing down the sides of his cheeks and chin. the sounds are so lewd, squelching and slurping, moaning into your pussy as he devours you.

“gonna- gonna come,” you announce, rolling your hips in time with his tongue. his teeth scrape against your clit, lips close around your folds, tongue prods at your tight hole. his arm has to reach as he presses his palm against your stomach, follows the center of your chest up to your neck and wraps his long fingers around it. the grip is weak, more focused on the repetitive motions to drive you to your orgasm, but just the small amount of pressure is enough to throw you over the edge. you squeeze your thighs together as you come, waves of pleasure rolling over your body, legs shaking. you move your hand instinctively to the top of his, squeezing around your throat, eyes shut tightly.

“holy fuck,” you say, using all of your strength to push yourself up and off of his face, to give him a breather. he gasps for air, taking in a huge breath and exhaling quickly. he repeats this six times. you count it to ground yourself. 

“m not done,” he says, pulling you back down. you almost lose your balance, but he holds you strong. it’s more desperate this time, hungrier, needier, not like he’s got something to prove, but just because he’s enjoying it that much. you're sensitive from your last orgasm, from your clit being attacked again so soon, rolling it between his teeth, capturing it between his wet lips. 

“you should,” huff, “you should not be so fucking good at this,” you say, shaking your head even though he definitely cannot see you. you barely know if he can hear you. 

you’re already putty on his tongue, but that’s not enough for him. he’s got to reduce you to a pile of nothing and you’re surely on your way, circling your hips on his tongue, second orgasm taking you by surprise. you’re not positive that you can even sit up off of him this time, moving to slide back instead. he doesn’t let you, hands securely holding you in place, he doesn’t get to take another breath, like he’s challenging you or himself, you’re not really sure. 

“maki,” you whine, eyes opening for the first time since your last orgasm, looking down between your legs to see his eyes blissfully closed, nose nuzzling against your clit, face sheened and messy. you thread your fingers into his hair, shoving his tongue deeper into your cunt, because he’s not going to stop until he’s made you come again and you’re not sure how much more of this you can take and he hasn’t even been inside of you yet.

your third orgasm ruins you. you can’t even sit upright by yourself, so many forceful orgasms running over you in succession. maki’s hands and your brace on the wall are the only things that are keeping you from forgoing everything and falling onto the bed. if you didn’t say your next words, broken and whimpering, you’re certain he would have kept going. “maki, need you, please,” you say, legs like fucking jello. 

he slides you back, wet cunt dragging across his chest and stomach as he tries to compose himself. his breath is unsteady, heavy, face completely a mess, tongue swiping over his bottom lip trying to get all of your juices in his mouth, down his throat. “you’ll have me,” he breathes, sitting up, flipping you over so that you’re on your back and you’re still amazed at how he has so much strength left after something like that.

“now, please, now,” you say, reaching down and placing your fingertips into the waistband of his boxers. you don’t pull them off completely, already moving your fingers to the hem of his shirt, pushing the fabric up so that you can see his stomach, hand slipping under it to feel his chest, heartbeat violent against your palm. “hiro, now, please,”

“come on, you know that’s not fair,” he says, shaking his head, following your movements, taking off his shirt, “been years since you’ve called me that.”

you slip your fingers into his waistband again, pulling him towards you, “been years since you called me puppy, think we’re even now.” 

he hooks both arms under your knees, pulling you towards him until the backs of your thighs are resting against the tops of his. he reaches into his boxers, pulls himself out, hissing at his own touch against his painfully hard cock. “you gonna ask for my cock again?” he questions, hips rocking forward just far enough for his head to slip against your clit.

“want you,” you whine, “hiro, please, missed this so much.” 

he presses inside of you, precome leaking against your walls as he stuffs every fucking inch into your sensitive pussy. it’s so much, perfectly thick and long, fits so perfectly inside of you. there’s a dull stretch that you want to feel forever as the tip of his cock hits the back of your walls. “fuck, holy fuck,” you mutter, linking your hands behind his neck and pulling him into you, your shoulder against his chest, nose nuzzled into his collarbone. “shit i missed this.”

he lets you hold him close, lifts his hips to pull out of you and fucks back into you slowly as you cling to him. you speak into his neck, “need you, need this, more, fuck, you’re mine, are you mine, baby? fuck, tell me you’re mine,” you babble.

he pulls away from you, almost regrettably so as he sees the desperation in your eyes, but he rests on his forearm, smoothing his palm over the side of your face, cupping your cheek and stroking your jaw. “i’m yours, i promise. all yours,” he says incessantly, carefully attentive, the same person he’s always been.

you roll your hips, lifting to meet his slow thrusts, circling and shaking arrhythmically. you need more of him, more of him. you run your hands through his hair. he holds you steady. “it’s okay, i know, fuck,” he says, starting to pick up the pace. your eyes shut quickly, already almost there for what feels like the millionth time tonight. 

“gonna come on your cock, you’re gonna make me come all over your cock, maki, please,” you mumble, nodding your head against his shoulder. 

“already puppy?” he asks, snapping his hips into you hard. 

you’re gone, whimpering and whining and crying as you tighten around his cock, fingers digging into his shoulders, lifting your hips off of the bed to fuck yourself on his cock harder, riding through your orgasm, walls clenching around his fat cock as you thank him over and over for making you come again. 

when it subsides, his pace slows back down again, rolling his hips leisurely, just enjoying how pretty your cunt looks sucking him in, how your wetness clings to his cock as it pulls out and how it gathers around your entrance as he pushes in. his breath is shaky, grip the same.

“you are not allowed to make fun of me for not lasting,” he groans, “because fuck this is all i’ve been wanting since the last time we hooked up.”

you laugh, breathy and spent. “when even was that?” you ask, eyes closing as the tip of his cock brushes knowingly against your spot. 

“god, i don’t know,” he presses a kiss into the side of your face, rhythm unwavering, “over a year.”

“why did we stop?” 

“stupid,” he says, breathing labored, “because we’re fucking stupid.” 

he pulls out of you, flips you over, his thick cock slipping between your plush thighs. he uses both hands to spread your ass, breath stuttering, cock throbbing as he sees your puffy lips from between the fats of your thighs. “because we could’ve been doing this the entire time.” he digs his fingers into your ass, watches how your skin ripples when he smacks it so lightly, “could’ve seen this fucking sight,” he smacks it again, “this entire fucking time.”

he slips inside of you again, fucking you from behind, underside of his cock relentless against your spot as he starts to fuck you faster and faster. “you don’t have to hold back, y’know,” you breathe, arching your back, hips lifting just enough to make your cunt that much more snug, the angle making maki see fucking stars. he grips into your ass. “you don’t have to savor it. we have plenty of time for that.”

he tries to hold off as long as he can, really, he does, but he hasn’t been inside of you for over a year and despite how much he’s thought about it, he’s truly forgotten how good you actually feel, how tight you are around him, how thick your thighs are, how well he could make you come, how creamy you made his cock.

“promise?” he asks, slamming into you, cock throbbing, hanging on to your every word.

“i promise,” you say, your voice sweet. “please come for me.”

“shit,” he says, hips stuttering. he wants to give you everything you want and more and he’s already so close, it’s a miracle he didn’t unload inside of you right then. “where?” he asks, closing his eyes for just a second, tearing his eyes away from your sloppy cunt swallowing his cock for just a moment, butterflies filling his stomach, because he knows you and he knows exactly where you want his load.

“inside, maki,” you whine.

he presses his hips full against your ass, shoots his load as deep inside of you as he can, letting your quivering walls massage his cock. all he needs are your pretty, snug walls surrounding him and he’s dumping his load into that perfect pussy, stream after stream coating your insides. 

it takes him longer to recover from this than he did from almost suffocating between your legs. “can i pull out now, puppy?” he asks, curling his fingers against your skin. you nod, so grateful that he’s asked and prepared you for feeling empty. he’s slow to pull out, lets you feel each inch dragging against your creamy walls until they’re clenching around nothing. 

he flops to the side of you, one arm snaking underneath you, one arm overtop. he pulls you closer, kisses your shoulder. you turn to face him and before he can say a single word, you have to admit to him everything that happened with atsumu, how everything went down. your heart is beating wildly and you don’t exactly know how to say it, how you came to this realization. you don’t know what he’s going to say or how he’s going to react, but you have to lay it all out there.  

“atsumu and i-,” you start explaining. 

“doesn’t matter,” maki says, cutting you off, “i don’t need to know. whatever happened between you guys, that was before. but from now on…,” he trails off, let’s you fill in the sentence. 

“it’s us,” you say, quickly.

“kinda always has been, huh?” he asks, but it’s not really a question.

“it was always supposed to be you, maki,” you answer, though it’s not really a question, “from day one.”

“so does this mean you’re my girlfriend again?” he asks, head tilting, inching closer to you until his forehead is resting against yours. you lean forward, pressing a kiss into the side of his cheek. 

“that’s a weird way to ask me to be your girlfriend,” you joke.

“will you be my girlfriend?” he asks, not hesitating for a second.

“do you even have to ask?” you smirk.

he instantly jumps at you, caging you in beneath him and kissing your cheeks, your forehead, your nose, all over your face, your chin, your lips. it starts as a giggle, grows to a laugh, and before you know it, you can’t breathe. “maki!” you whine, playfully pushing at his chest as he kisses down your jaw and the side of your neck. 

“i can’t hear you,” he pretends, shaking his head, wrapping his arms under your lower back to bring you closer to his kisses. 

“maki!” you scream again, laughing even harder as you try to squirm out of his grasp. “stop it!”

“then answer me,” he says, not letting up until you give him a real answer for his rhetorical question. 

“yes! yes! yes! okay! yes, of course, i’ll be your girlfriend,” you yell, grabbing both sides of his face in your hands and pulling his face to yours, kissing him softly at first and then deep, hard, tangling your fingers into the back of his hair and relaxing into his touch.

there’s a banging on the wall next to the bed so violent that you can feel the mattress shake. “please, shut the fuck up,” you hear issei shout through the wall. your face is instantly burning. this isn’t something that hasn’t happened before. you were aware of how thin the walls were. maki and you used to get into trouble like this plenty of times when you were together. this is just another one of those times, you suppose.

“hopefully when we move into an apartment somewhere, the walls will be a bit thicker, yea?” he asks, voice a bit quieter, not skipping a beat, not feeling embarrassed when the assumption leaves his mouth. why would he? you nod, smiling bright. 

“perfect,” you mumble, kissing him once more, “really perfect.”

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An 'Early' Analysis of Chainsaw Man Chapter 138

Woah hey I'm back, I didn't feel like talking about the past few chapters cause I didn't feel like I had anything to add since they all seemed pretty straight forward. That being said this chapter gives me alot of talk about. So we get a name for Sex Offender Girl. Boy this woman only gets worse the more we learn about her. Mifune is quite literally a government plant in denji's high school.

It's refreshingly disgusting the type of shit these girls will put denji through. It's like Fujimoto keeps trying to one up himself each time he introduces a new "love interest" (Mifune is not a love interest she is a sexual predator let's keep this 100% clear). Maki was a groomer, Mifune is just a straight up Pedophile. She is going to have such a satisfying death I can feel it. This chapter goes on to confirm a few things. First off, Yoshida is apart of Public Safety. Which sorta debunks a previous thought I had of him being apart of another group. I am interested to learn 1. What Divison 7 does 2. Which Division Yoshida is in Given we know 4 was the rejects and 5 are hybrids. My best guess is that Division 7 is a sort of Espionage/Intel Division. Yoshida likely also belongs to Division 7 unless he's got some silliness going on, Which is very likely. Actually- I just now realized something. She calls it "Special Division 7" not Division 7. Looking through the list of Division members on the Wiki, That Special Prefix is very important. The Special Divisions are all full of freaks and monsters. This Sex Offender is more than likely a monster all to her own if she's apart of a Division we've never even heard of.

Public Safety is just as fucked up as actual governments. It's great.

I hate that she's winning me over. I want this woman dead stop making me think she's silly. Fujimoto is really good at humanizing horrible people. It mirrors real life monsters who tend to blend in with society and even seem charming on the surface. Moving on from this fucking Sex Offender. Asa continues to be the realest character in the series.

I doubt I even need to say anything about how real she is. Asa is a deeply disturbed and neglected person who's shut off from the world despite her own need to validation and recognition. She and Denji are different sides of the same coin. While she tries not to show it, The fulfillment she receives from praise seeps through. This scene specifically resonated with me a ton.

I wish we got a better look into Denji's thoughts in this scene. I can't even really get a grasp on what he must be thinking through all of this. In the last few days he's lost a major part of himself and has been replaced in face by a fraud and in action by a girl who he was forced to dump by his sister. There was a moment here before the reveal on this very page where I was thinking Swords was someone else. It was clearly someone from Part 1. He had a hoodie so maybe it was Violence? But that couldn't be real Violence was killed by Darkness. WAIT- BEAM? No I couldn't be beam he's been dead aswell. The Chapter is called Swordman so then maybe it's Katana man's return? No he wouldn't be on speaking terms with Denji after his testicles got mashed. So then-

Turns out it's the Longsword Hybrid from the end of Part 1. Yeah turns out he's alive. Which as many people have pointed out, Means the rest of the Hybrids are alive. So is Reze alive? Certain fans seem to think she is. At this point she seems to be the only match for Denji who isn't a complete psycho. But she still tried to kill him. But then Denji was still willing to run away with her at the end of the fight. If she does come back I hope she and Denji don't rush into a relationship, Let them chill for a bit before getting into anything serious Fujimoto please. If Reze really is alive I'll talk about her more in depth when she shows back up. But I need to say my peace.

The Whip Hybrid is going to be insane popular and so many of them are going to be just as Horny as Anime-Only Makima fans. I hope Swords ends up being chill with Denji and not another dickhead who tries to kill him. Denji needs another Male friend who doesn't treat him like shit. His only known ""friend"" in part 2 is yoshida and we all know yoshida has not been treating him well.

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Green Snake, Red Lion (9)

[Slytherin • Aemond x Gryffindor • female]

[warnings: sex content, smut, fluff]

[description: Aemond is a Chaser and captain of the Slytherin team. His biggest rival on the pitch from the Gryffindor team, turned to be his biggest fan, and he hates her with all of his heart. His hatred towards her slowly turns into something else, when she one day stands up for his sister, Helaena. This is slow burn love story.]

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As promised, Aemond took Solren for a walk. They headed towards the lake, where they knew that they could have some privacy. By the time they reached the shore and sat down on the grass under one of the trees, the sun was setting.

Solren wanted to sit next to him, but he pulled her hand so that she landed between his knees. He pulled her against him, her back pressed against his chest, his hands wrapping around her waist. He pressed his forehead against her temple, making himself comfortable with her, closing his eye.

"Tell me everything." He whispered softly. "Tell me everything from the beginning."

Solren pursed her lips and was silent for a moment. She stroked his hand which lay loosely on her belly. They played with each other's fingers, and Aemond thought that there was something tender and sweet about those innocent gestures of affection. He heard the Gryffindor clear her throat softly, as if she had finally put her thoughts together.

“I… at first I wanted you to appreciate me as a Quidditch player. I couldn't take my eyes off you when I saw you in the air. I saw that you train and run more than others, that you try harder than others. You were an inspiration to me. You still are." She said softly, glancing at him. He stared at her intently, trying to remain impassive, and swallowed hard, feeling his heart clench painfully.

“Sometimes, I heard you tell your friends about the books you read. I saw you study, that you are always prepared. I thought that I'd like to have such a great friend." She said softly, glancing at their intertwined hands. Aemond wondered if she could feel his heart pounding hard.

“I've also seen you disappear sometimes with… your female friends. I didn't want you to think that I wanted the same. I mean…I, of course, wanted it too, but…but not like this.” She said, her voice quavering at the last sentence.

Aemond squeezed his eye shut, feeling that if he said one word he would cry. He pulled her closer to him, burying his face in her soft neck, enjoying her wonderful scent. He felt her face turn, her nose in his hair, her hands on his. He could feel them both holding back tears.

“…that's why, now….sometimes I think about it, do…do you miss it. Don't you feel that I'm limiting you and if… don't you want to do it again. You know… to be attached to only one girl. I will understand if you don't want it, really. I can just be your friend if you want." She said in a trembling voice, he could feel her body shivering slightly from the stress and overwhelm of what was happening inside her.

He thought desperately that he hadn't noticed at all that anything was happening to her. That it hadn't even crossed his mind that she might be analyzing it all this way, having so much insecurities and doubts, that she thought that he didn't want to hear. He swallowed hard, his throat dry, his stomach tight.

"I want only you." He whispered, his voice trembling slightly.

"Forgive me." He said, tightening his fingers on her robes. He felt her move suddenly, surprised by the change in his voice. "Forgive me for everything that I've done to you."

She turned to him suddenly, hugging his neck, and they both burst into silent sobs. He hasn't cried since childhood. He cried night after night after losing his eye, but decided that he would never shed another tear, because it didn't change anything.

But now, crying with her, he felt relieved. He thought that if she had been with him, then, after that terrible accident, he would have handled it all better. Maybe then he would be a completely different person.

However, he noticed that since he was with her, he was less aggressive towards other people. He thought he just calmed down. Trivial things didn't frustrate him, nor did he lose his patience so easily. He didn't know where the change came from, but he noticed that Solren often said that one shouldn't waste one's energy, getting annoyed over small things.

Whenever he was angry, she calmed him down by stroking his hair or simply hugging him, and his anger slowly dissipated. She was able to bring him relief in an effortless way and made him stop worrying about everything.

Now, hugging her to him, he also felt relieved and at peace. He cleared his throat softly, wiping his cheek, pulling himself together, tilting his head back.

“Cregan Stark gets on my nerves. He likes you, and I think that he's crossing some physical boundaries." He finally said, pressing his lips together, embarrassed by his words and his jealousy. He thought that since she had told him everything, he shouldn't have kept anything from her either.

"In addition, with your warm approach, you will never say no to him, even when he does something that is inappropriate." He said with slight resentment. She pulled away from him and looked at him, completely surprised by his words. She swallowed hard, looking down at her hands.

“I… after what you told me last time, I talked to him. I told him he had to stop. He says that he treats me like his little sister." She whispered, looking pleadingly at him. Aemond snorted.

"I don't believe him." He hissed, looking to the side, annoyed. "And even if, still…" He started but didn't finish, pressing his lips together. Solren sighed heavily, stroking his shoulder reassuringly.

"I know. He's stopped doing things like that. He keeps his hands to himself, I swear. But I really like him. We've been friends for years. I never felt for him what I felt for you." She said quietly, ashamed. Aemond glanced at her out of the corner of his eye.

"For him you wouldn't make a banner with his name on it?" He asked, and she giggled happily, covering her mouth with her hand.

"I'm so terribly sorry. You must have been so ashamed of me then." She said, amused and distraught at the memory. Aemond shook his head.

"I should be ashamed of how I treated you."

They talked for some more time in a slightly better mood until the sun went completely down. Neither of them wanted to part ways and go back, but it was starting to get chilly and they both had homework to do.

As they entered the school grounds, they kissed again, tenderly and reassuringly. Aemond felt as if a huge weight had been lifted from his heart.

Aemond, after returning to the common room, dragged his Slytherin friend to a secluded spot and said that he would kill her with his own hands. The girl began to cry, saying that she had been in love with him for a long time and thought that he and Solren did not fit together.

That she thought that this potion would make them tell each other everything they had to say about each other and make them break up. Aemond stared at her, feigning indifference, boiling inside.

"You will go to my girlfriend after breakfast tomorrow, apologize to her in front of everyone, and admit publicly what you did." He said coldly.

As she began to cry and writhe, he clamped his hand around her neck and told her not to test his patience. The next day, to his satisfaction, pale and red with tears, the girl did as she was told.

He and Solren spent the next few weeks preparing for their end-of-year exams. They noticed that more and more people around them were starting to talk excitedly about the beginning of next year. Rumor has it, that the famous Harry Potter will be coming to Hogwarts at that time.

Many people wondered if this child had really survived. No one had seen him since that fateful night when Lord Voldemort disappeared. Others, however, added that he would turn 11 next year, which meant that he should be a freshman. There was a lot of excitement in the school about this idea and there was no one who didn't talk about it.

"Do you think he'll come here?" Solren asked, leafing through her Potions textbook again. Ever since Snape saw her all crying, she couldn't look at him in shame. Luckily for her, he didn't bring it up again, pretending nothing had happened. Aemond looked at her in surprise.

"Who?" He asked, as if he didn't quite understand what she meant. Solren turned excitedly in her seat.

"Harry Potter." She spoke in a whisper, as if she was afraid that someone would overhear their conversation. Aemond sighed.

“Even so, what of it? He will be an ordinary child who will be instantly made a hero. Frankly, an unenviable fate. Everyone knows his name even before he came here." He said, going through his old essays, scribbling some notes on the side in his notebook.

Solren sighed softly and nodded her head at his words. Aemond looked at her out of the corner of his eye and sighed. He tapped his fingers on the table for a moment, as if deep in thought.

"Are you sure that you don't want to come with me to the Quidditch World Cup?" He asked quietly, pressing his lips together. The championship was held once every four years, and he felt that if he wanted to see this great spectacle with anyone, it would be her. Solren looked at him uncertainly and sighed softly.

“Tickets are very expensive, I don't want to burden my parents like that. Even if I work all summer at my dad's bookstore, I won't be able to afford them." She said, going back to reading, smiling softly under her breath. "Don't worry, you'll tell me everything."

Aemond pursed his lips at her words, tense. He was afraid of how she would react to his words.

“I bought tickets for both of us. Just don't get angry." He said, as he saw her startled, horrified gaze and her mouth opening to speak.

"I just can't imagine not having you there. Your birthday is in August, right? You told me about it recently. I thought it would be an excellent gift. Come with me. With me and my family." He said calmly, placing his hand on hers, stroking it reassuringly. Solren pursed her lips and looked down as if she was about to cry.

"Thank you." She said softly.

Seeing her state, he pulled her to him, ignoring the people who were sitting at the tables next to them, and kissed her hungrily. He felt a surge of desire at the thought of this happening.

That he would see the matches of his beloved team with the person that he loved so much and who shared his passion. That they would be able to watch amazing duels in the great arena all day, buy souvenirs, talk only about Quidditch. That they will sleep in one tent.

That he would be able to fuck her there every night.

Involuntarily, he placed his hand under the table on her knee, slipping it up her skirt, sliding it to the bare skin of his thigh. He felt her whole body tremble as his fingers traced to the fabric of his panties.

He pushed it away with his thumb and ran over her entrance, sighing softly into her mouth, feeling, how wet she was. She pulled away from him, her hand tightening uncertainly on his forearm.

“− stop − please −” She whispered pleadingly, feeling him lose control as he began to massage her with a soft, wet click of her juices, teasing her clit. "− please −"

He pursed his lips and removed his hand, which was all sticky with her moisture. He looked at her as he licked his fingers in front of her eyes and she looked down, all red, bent over her textbook again.

Exams were an ordeal for them. Although both of them were very well prepared, they wanted the highest possible results. They knew that OWLs were coming next year and they wanted to be as prepared as possible for them.

The test and the questions that Snape gave them were very difficult and Solren was one of the last to leave the room. She wished her professor a happy holiday, and he just muttered under his breath.

When the exams were over and they could only wait for the results, they breathed a sigh of relief, happily planning their trip to the World Championships. Aegon and Helaena were equally excited about their escapade with their parents.

Their father, as an important official of the Department of Improper Use of Magic, was invited to a finals match every four years, but he bought tickets to all matches for his sons anyway, knowing that they liked to play quidditch themselves. He considered it their hobby and childish fantasy, but he decided that since he spent so little time with them, he could make them happy that way.

“Father always gets us a huge tent close to the stadium. We will also have very good seats, so enjoy your ride with us.” Aegon murmured as the four of them stood once, talking. Solren giggled at his words.

“Of course, I'm happy. It was my dream to go there!” She said happily, Helaena clapped her hands at her words.

On the journey back to London from Hogwarts, Aemond and Solren occupied one compartment, drawing a curtain over the windows. Aemond used the spell, so that no one could open the door. He didn't want anyone to disturb them.

The thought of not seeing her for three weeks drove him insane.

Neither of them had to say anything. They clung to each other, moaning into each other's mouths, their sticky, fleshy lips pressing against each other in a frantic, loud dance.

Aemond sat her on his lap, unbuttoning his pants quickly, unable to wait any longer. Solren stared at him with her mouth slightly parted, breathing loudly with him, sliding her panties off her hips, embarrassed.

"Come here." He whispered, grabbing her waist, lifting her slightly, guiding her to the tip of his impatient cock, throbbing with desire.

She moaned sweetly at the feeling, placing her hands on his shoulders for balance, looking at him with tenderness and a feeling that made him hot.

He threaded his hand through her hair and tilted his head back, resting it against the backrest and sighed heavily as he felt her slowly lowering herself onto him, her cock stretching her tight, hot, wet walls to the limit.

"− yes, little one − God, I need this so fucking much − yes, ride my cock, just like that −" He gasped in delight, feeling her involuntarily start to fall and rise on his member, her whole body trembling at the feeling of him deep inside her again.

He thought delightedly that she wanted this as much as he did, that she wanted him and desired him with all her being. His cock throbbed hard inside her at the thought, a soft moan escaped her lips as she felt it.

"− Aemond − I − I need you − don't leave me −" She whispered pleadingly, and he moaned low, throaty, staring at her in pain, his hands tightening on her hips, speeding up the pace, their bodies hitting each other with a sticky, perverted slap, his cock throbbing greedily inside her, close to being fulfilled because of how long he hadn't touched her.

"− my sweet girl − think of me every day, okay? − touch yourself thinking only of me − I − fuck! −” He cursed, furious with himself, unable to stop himself, cuming hard inside her, panting.

"I'm sorry." He whispered, looking at her helplessly, devastated by their separation as much as she was.

His hand slid down to her clit, teasing her with gentle, circular motions. He watched as she continued to ride him, the remnants of his semen still gushing inside her. He felt his heart pounding as he watched her lips part sweetly, her walls begin to tighten around him, close to consummation.

"− p-please, don't stop − touch me like that − oh, Aemond, I − ah!" She sobbed, throwing her head back, gasping for air as if she were drowning, rising and falling against him, her whole body trembling with sudden, overwhelming pleasure.

He stared at her face, filled with relief from such an intense orgasm, and then he pulled her to him, cradling her against his chest, still deep inside her. They both panted, huddled together, listening to the sound of the moving train. Aemond wished that London was a few hours away, so he could spend a little more time with her.

"I love you." She whispered softly, her cheek against his shoulder, facing the window. He grunted contentedly at her words, running his hand through her hair, his eye closed, his body focused only on her closeness, on her hot, wet inside.

"I love you too, little lioness."

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[teddyniffler]

In the Shadow of Friendship Forever

Ominis and Anne sent Sebastian to Azkaban for his own good. Their friend and brother had changed from the kind boy he once was, and they regretted their decision ever since. They are desperate to have Sebastian back and are willing to do anything, anything. Ominis will even become the monster he vowed he was not.

The Fall of the House of Gaunt. How did the ancient House of Gaunt, once among the wealthiest, most powerful, and most dangerous families in the wizarding world, become the desperate souls depicted in The Half-Blood Prince? How did Sebastian's life sentence to Azkaban trigger the downfall of the heirs of Slytherin...

Chapter 32: Back to Hogwarts

With the bombshell of his family’s true identity and purpose still playing over and over in his mind, Ominis sat alone in the kitchen. If he could see, he had no doubt he would just stare ahead in shock and disgust. He was sipping butterbeer right from the bottle, which would only anger his mother as she thought it was disgusting, but he felt like something stronger would be more appropriate at this moment. He was seriously tempered to ask out loud for one of the house elves to bring him Firewiskey. Magical rings right from bedtime tales and a giant snake at Hogwarts. He would tell Professor Weasley about the Chamber of Secrets the second he returned to Hogwarts, even if he didn’t know where it was. There was no way his family could continue hiding that chamber, who knew how many Muggleborns were at Hogwarts right now. His shock was so great that he hadn’t yet registered what his father had said about Sebastian returning to school. It had gone straight out of his head.

A sneer came into the room from the doorway. Followed by loud laughter. “My, my.” Marvolo mocked, taking a close look at Ominis and getting right into his face. “You look pale, dear brother. Quite like how little Poppy Sweeting looked when I leaked the blood from her body.” He felt Marvolo running a finger down his check. Ominis pressed his lips together. “They will find out it was you.” He answered back, simply and calmly. Marvolo laughed into his ear. “Well, they haven’t yet. Don’t forget, I am the Minister for Magic’s cherished personal assistant, he trusts me so much, the eldest son to the Gaunt family, one of the oldest and purest families going. Nobody is looking at me with anything but envy, little brother. How many people have I tortured and killed so far? Nobody can touch me, not the Aurors and certainly not you, so stop the soft threats, they are all fantasy. You will never get the upper hand of any of us, least not me, you sightless little slug.”

Ominis felt a hand sitting on top of his head as Marvolo played with his hair. “Sssssso tell me Ominisssss,” He said, in a mock hiss. “How did you enjoy father telling you of our family history? I can’t wait to hear of the attacks on the Mudbloods after next year, they will never figure it out and eventually the school will stop admitting them all together. Shame we lost Black, it would be funny if the snake had ate him.” Ominis stayed quiet, it seemed Marvolo really didn’t know about the Hallows. If he had known, he would have been gloating. He really didn’t know the ring their father wore was anything more than a family herloom.

“It’s your last summer as a student, next summer you shall be married to dear cousin and then we will both listen out for news of the attacks. You shall ensure this family’s future, you will further the pure blooded society we all want, while at the same time, hundreds of Mudbloods will die. I can’t wait!” Marvolo finally got off him and pulled out a chair. “Don’t just look at me, get my food! Honestly, these elves get more dumber with each one I kill.” Marvolo said to himself, as small footsteps quickly ran into the cooking area. “Brother dearest?” Marvolo now sang to Ominis, “Are you going to thank me? You know it was my attack that acted like the final straw and got Black fired, right? Which means I got your little Sallow buddy back in school. Which you failed to do, but you know, I’m not keeping count of your failures or anything.” “Thank you.” Ominis muttered, knowing it was useless to argue with Marvolo. “Smile, it’s your birthday Ominis.” Marvolo sang again, getting closer and closer to Ominis. It was a game he liked to play, getting as close into Ominis’ personal space as he could before his brother noticed. He was almost nose to check to Ominis when Ominis could no longer ignore his brother. “Marvolo, please.” Ominis said, indicating space. Marvolo’s cracking laughter was all Ominis could hear.

Later that day, he was presented with a watch by his parents. He didn’t know why they would gift him a watch, as he couldn’t see it. His mother took a hairbrush and sat running it through his hair, as some lotion was rubbed into his skin to make it feel soft and to cover signs of bad sleep. They then took his picture for a family portrait, which he knew was for the benefit of the family flashing their wealth. He would never see his own picture, a little black and white image, wearing fine clothing, looking his very best, smiling mildly, occasionally blinking in the frame. Even his portrait couldn’t see the world around him. Maybe it would be removed, thrown out if he ever got away from this family. That’s what the Gaunts did best, cover up their embarrassments.

Today was Ominis’ birthday. Sebastian paused for a moment to glance out of the kitchen door as Garreth and Tessie flung Gnomes over the hedge, he watched as the Gnomes flew up into the sky and then back down. His eyes travelled out further to the boundary of the Weasley’s home. He was safe as long as he didn’t cross that line, the Gaunts couldn’t enter or see into the grounds around this home, as much as they knew, this home might not even exist. In September, which grew closer with shockingly fast speed, he would leave this place of safety. At Hogwarts, he would be protected by Professor Weasley, all the Hogwarts staff. He knew he could not leave the grounds, not even for a Hogsmeade visit. He was not overly concerned, even a limited freedom at school was preferred to life in Azkaban.

The idea of returning to Hogwarts made him feel sick to his stomach. As his pile of papers grew smaller and smaller, anxiety started creeping in. He would have to leave here and enter Hogwarts, were everybody would be judging him as a killer. He left Hogwarts as a teenager, one who hadn’t even reached Christmas of his fifth year, and he would return as a man of seventeen in his last year, a shadow of himself who had been to the worse place wizardkind had ever envisioned. He still didn’t feel himself, not truly. He felt distant, the Sebastian he used to be suddenly felt too happy, almost to the point he was annoying and overbearing. He couldn’t believe that he trusted a new student with dangerous information that had power over him, he had known this new student for less than three months and he already learned them the Unforgiveable Curses. Looking back now, he had been too trusting, too foolish.

Today was his best friend’s birthday and according to Garreth, Ominis was back with the Gaunts. As Sebastian continued to look outside the door, feeling the cool air on his skin, he released something. He didn’t care. Not really. Ominis hated his family, they had hurt him, yet Sebastian found he cared very little right now for how his best friend was feeling. It was a lovely summer’s day, back home if things had been different, he and Anne would be playing in the sea at Feldcroft. Sebastian had no desire to go out into the sun, was it because he was anxious that going outside would mean risking the Gaunts finding him? He knew it was unlikely to happen, it was almost impossible for Mr Gaunt to be randomly standing in a seemingly empty field in the middle of the English countryside, on the otherside of the country. The Gaunts lived way up in the North, the Weasleys down in the west, Gaunt was not here. No, that was the excuse Sebastian give himself, because the truth was slightly scaring him. He liked the dark. He liked the shadows. Cool air felt nicer on his skin than the heat of the sun. And he did not care that it was Ominis’ birthday.

“Sebby!” Garreth yelled. “Come over. Mum and dad are freeing the Chinese Chomping Cabbages, there’s too many gnomes here for a degnoming, so they- well- dinner time.” “Ooooooh” Sang Tessie “It’s so savage. I love it!” She started making over exaggerated chomping movements, accompanied by little screams as Mr Weasley came into view levitating a crate. “You have been raised correctly.” Garreth said, patting his sister’s head. “Tessie, maybe you’d want to go inside?” Mrs Weasely suggested. “No. I’m here for murder time.” She said, standing her ground. Sebastian smiled, but he shook his head and turned back to his work as outside came the sound of a crate opening, followed by loads of small shouts from the gnomes as they became plant food. He opened another school book and got back to work. He would master all these spells, all these enchantments, all these transfigurations. He was due to take his O.W.Ls in October, he was determent to get Outstandings in everything, but especially the classes he needed to be an Auror. Not like his Uncle or Sharp, he wanted to become one to stop people like Rookwood, so they would be no more victims like Anne.

He paused as he pictured her brown eyes. She was not found of his idea of becoming an auror, she felt he would be better as a professor, teaching students, but Sebastian privately disagreed with her on that. The last time he had learned a student spells… It had been the unforgivables. He was unfit to be a teacher. He didn’t know how to tell Anne this, he knew she would not approve of him still trying to help her, rather than focusing on his own life, but even before Anne was cursed, he and Ominis had always said they would be Aurors. The idea had always stuck with him and it was the only thing he could see himself doing. He lowered his quill and rubbed his eyes, he would likely need a calming drought before long if his anxiety didn’t calm down. He glanced up at a little chart on the wall, it was mid July now, soon that sheet would roll over to August. Then his time here would end and he would go back to school. His stomach tightened bad enough to make it cramp and at the same time a cold shiver ran down his chest and he sat forward in the chair.

He needed to get this under control, he would look great at Hogwarts being half reliant on potions to get by, the unhinged killer who wasn’t entirely sane. He glanced down at his transfiguration homework and the notes Professor Weasley had given him, trying yet again to take in the diagrams showing human transfiguration. It was would have made more sense if it had been written in Gobbledygook. This was sixth year Transfiguration, if he passed his O.W.Ls, he would need to start work from the seventh year, meaning he still needed to catch up on an entire year, but if he failed his exam, all this work would have been for nothing. He paused, should he work on potions or charms? Maybe his time would be better off finishing his fifth year work. Yet again, his hand ran through his hair, his waves were back now and thanks to Mrs Weasley, he looked groomed again. His hair was the only thing currently under his control. From the garden came silence from the gnomes, evidently, they had been all eaten. He found he didn’t care about them either.

Monday arrived. Then it was Friday. Tuesday arrived, then a Saturday. A week passed, then another. Sebastian got unsteadily to his feet and placed the unopened gift from Uncle Solomon into his trunk, then dropped his new school robes on top of them. The robes he used to wear had only been a year old, he had got them before his 4th year as he had grown a lot in the time, they were long lost, confiscated by the Ministry of Magic before they took him to Azkaban. Garreth had gotten new robes too, his were much longer than Sebastian’s, it seemed to him that Garreth was taller, while he was the same height he had been two years ago. That should have worried him, or concerned him that his growth had been slowed down, but he felt nothing. He glanced down at his trunk. His old books from his fifth year, all read, but some he had never got the chance to use yet in an academic way. His new books for the sixth year and his seventh year books. He got the books for all his old subjects, not knowing if he would even use them. Among them were O.W.Ls study guides and books for N.E.W.Ts. Sitting next to them was a range of medications he would need to take and chocolate, his teddy bear from his parents and the Slytherin blanket from his dorm.

Today was the last day of the summer holidays. He was terrified. Glancing around his little room, he knew he would miss this place while he was at Hogwarts. The Weasleys had invited him back for the holidays and after school had ended, but on the eve of returning to school, he suddenly had his doubts. So he packed his trunk. He carefully decided which clothing to wear tomorrow to go to Kings Cross. He had opted to wear a jumper to hide his arm bones from being too noticeable, it helped to bulk him out too, hopefully nobody would notice how thin he had become.

All too soon, Mrs Weasley was waking him on the 1st of September. They were going to travel with floo powder to the Leaky Cauldron, and then a horse and cart would take them to Kings Cross. “We no longer have the access to the floo network at Kings Cross, sadly the Gaunts got their wishes with their new bill. Only families who live a certain distance away can use the fireplace at Platform 9 ¾ now,” Mr Weasely explain with a scowl. “Oddly, and by pure coincidence, of course, the distance roughtly starts at Yorkshire.” Mr Weasley rolled his eyed. “Which is the Gaunts’ way of making sure only pure-blood families of their favour can use it. The Gaunts themselves and the Selwyns, that makes sense. Gaunts are up in Yorkshire and the Selwyns are in Scotland, but the Parkinson family or the Blacks? Those live in the city of London; they could walk to the station quite easy. Everybody else? We have to make our own way, using muggle transport. No, this is just the blood supremist making life harder for the rest of us because they don’t want to queue.”

“Good Morning!” Garreth called as he walked into the kitchen. “I already have a order for G.R.O. IN to give to Dunkein, he wants a full beard to look as manly as he can to throw off his old nickname.” Garreth grinned, and Sebastian forced a little smile on his face. “Garreth, we have talked about this, we don’t want you using your products on people.” Mr Weasely said. “Also, I want to talk to you, today I want you to-“ “- To stay by Sebastian’s side, I know dad and I mean it, I know. Only an idiot would leave him and I, ECO of Garreth Weasley’s inventions, am not an idiot. I’m not just going to leave him on the train and ditch him for my friends.”

Garreth winked at Sebastian, but his sudden stillness imposed how serious the situation was. They had discussed this all week leading up to their return. They were going early, so that they would arrive on the Platform just as the Hogwarts Express pulled in. They would be the among the first on the train, all the best to get Sebastian safety into a carriage without any of the Gaunts seeing him.

“Gauntylocks won’t be there at 10am, a whole hour before the train leaves, I doubt they would even leave their gold and gem entombed house before quarter to eleven anyway.” Garreth said, trying to keep the general feeling in the kitchen light. “Only commoners and Blood Traitors have to arrive early now.” After breakfast, they got up and with Garreth going first, Sebastian stepped into the fireplace. “Leaky Cauldron.” He said and a moment later he arrived in the fireplace of an inn. The famous pub that opened up Diagon Alley. He looked around, wishing Anne could see this with him. There were wizards and witches everywhere, the whole place was alive with drinks being placed at the bar, and a queue already forming to enter the shopping street outside.

Garreth moved Sebastian out of the grate and tried his best to hide him from anybody walking past. Sebastian kept his head down, his eyes averted. Surely nobody would be looking for the St Mungos runaway now, months after the Daily Prophet plea, but they wanted the less attention brought to Sebastian as possible. As the flames turned bright green again, Mr Weasley stepped out and led the two boys and their trunks outside the pub. Sebastian took a glance back, one day he would come here properly, maybe have a drink before he went shopping. It was something to look forward too. A horse and cart were already waiting for them, a wizard atop it. Professor Weasley had planned it in advance to pick them up and take them to King Cross when it became clear they couldn’t travel to the station directly.

Sebastian was sandwiched between Garreth and Mr Weasley, again for his own protection, but he could still see out of the little semi curtained window. London passed through the window as Sebastian glanced out, with his mouth open, taking in all the tall buildings, cobbled street after cobbled street. “Sebastian, look!” Garreth shouted, pointing outside. “See those poles on that bridge? The Muggles have found a way to create light without oil and candle. It’s like their version of Lumos.” “I believe they are calling it Eel-et-ric.” Mr Weasley said thoughtfully. “Although many of them are untrussing of it, it must remind them too much of magic, even if they don’t make the connection.” It was off right now, in the daylight, but Sebastian could see something bulbous in shape in the middle of the lamp. “Did they put that up recently?” He asked unsure, he had never seen anything like that before Azkaban. “Within the last year.” Mr Weasley answered. “The Muggles made a big deal of it. I know some of wizardkind tried to destroy it, saying it was a step too far for Muggles, some of us believe the Muggles are getting too advanced.” Even the Muggle word had carried on while he had been locked up. He tried to act normal, tried to force surprise at other things Garreth was pointing out to him, suddenly his time driving through London wasn’t fun anymore.

They arrived at Kings Cross, it was much bigger than Sebastian had been expecting. They got out, hearing southern English accents, which sounded so odd and posh to Sebastian’s ears, he missed Scotland a lot, the accents up there more musical than down here. Then he smiled, remembering tonight would be the first time he would return there, back to the highlands, to the snow and the cold, to the crisp mornings and the warm summers, surrounded by lakes and mountains. He felt light as they walked into the station with their trunks. “Ok, walk right into the wall Sebastian.” Garreth said, pointing at a solid wall. “Huh?” Sebastian asked “He is right, you need to walk into it. I will take you as I want to see who is on the platform right now and I’m not leaving you out here.” And with that, Mr Weasley slowly led him into the brickwork. Sebastian’s mouth dropped open as they really did walk right through it. The other students did this each year? He had so much to tell Anne.

The platform was deserted except for the odd witch and wizard. What clearly looked like a family of Muggles were standing in shock, seeing their child onto the train. “Ok, let’s get you both into a carriage. Pick one on the far side, one that faces the other side of the platform, I don’t want you to be seen by anybody on the platform when it fills up.” Sebastian and Garreth were placed by Mr Weasley into an end carriage that faced the other side of the platform, which was brick wall. They both hugged him goodbye, with Mr Weasley holding Sebastian’s shoulders for a moment. “Remember, you are welcome at our home any holiday and after school has ended, right? Don’t be going off on your own Sebastian. You and Anne will always be welcome.” He nodded, wishing Anne was on the train with him right now. “Keep in school, don’t leave after dark and don’t give the Gaunts any chance to get you, right? Matilia – Professor Weasley – will be watching out for you.” Sebastian nodded. He suddenly felt like he couldn’t speak. “Thank you.” He said, his nose suddenly burned and his eyes were threatening to water. “You and Mrs Weasley, for everything.” Mr Weasley nodded, he understood.

“There’s always room at our table for a pair of Sallows.” He said, before shooting Sebastian and Garreth back to their compartment. “Now stay in here, keep the curtain down so nobody comes in. Have a good term boys, Sebastian I hope your O.W.Ls go well, both of you do well on your N.E.W.Ts and maybe I will see you both at Christmas?” He asked, looking at both of them, they both nodded. “I will stay on the platform until the train leaves. I want to see what Gaunt is doing.” With that, he closed their door. Garreth grinned at Sebastian. “Feels strange going back?” He asked. Sebastian nodded. “I can imagine.” He said. They both grew quiet as they listened to the platform slowly filling up, then the movement of feet as the rest of the Hogwarts students slowly piled onto the train as 11’o’clock drew slowly nearer. One of those footsteps could be Ominis, walking around with his wand out, apparently with a snake now from his family, a fully-fledged Gaunt. Maybe both of them had changed, Sebastian would be able to tell tonight when they went to bed. Then he paused in his thoughts, was his bed in the dorm still his or had somebody else moved into his space?

Outside on the platform, Mr Weasley watched from the corners of the platform. The Potter family walked past, leading a well-dressed young child alongside a new Hogwarts student, their eyes met as they passed and Mr Weasley give a subtle nod at them, which was returned with a “Good Morning”, the Potters were a decent family, they were followed by the Prewitts and then the Longbottom family passed, both families acknowledged Mr Weasely cheerfully, looking slightly windswept, none of them had been permitted to use the Floo Network. He continued to watch and then it happened, the moment Mr Weasley had been waiting for. Green flames over by the floo fireplace and out they came. First were the Lestranges, followed by the Slughorns and Rosiers. The Knott family, forever the butt of jokes among the true Pure Bloods, had been told they were not in the catchment area for Floo travel. They gathered for the final family to come through.

Then a man who Mr Weasley knew all too well came out. They had never spoken, but everybody knew who the Gaunts were. They were as identifiable with their strange silvery blue eyes and fair hair as the Weasley’s were with their red hair, however recently their inbred genes had been producing brown eyed children with darker hair as well. They were dressed in the finest robes Mr Weasley had ever seen, even their wands had ornate handles from exotic far away countries. The young man with Gaunt was clearly their youngest son, Ominis Gaunt. He was walking beside his father, his wand out before him. This was Sebastain’s friend, but it appeared that friendship may had ended, Sebastian never spoke of his friend from the Gaunt family anymore, although Professor Weasley had informed them he may write. As Mr Weasley watched, the young Gaunt snapped at students to get out of his way, before his father flicked his hand and sent the young wizards stumbling out of the way of his son, to the angry cries of parents. That was another thing about the Gaunts: Wandless magic. Most wizards could often find themselves using magic without meaning too, mostly as untrained wizards, but the Gaunts were said to be killed at it. Wild rumours even said the Gaunts could fly without the need of brooms, but Mr Weasley didn’t believe it. Those shouts from the parents died the second they had released who they were shouting at, instead they backed away, moving their children as far from the group of Dark Wizards as they could get as Gaunt lead the pack of notorious families closer to the train. Father and son then shared words on the platform, but it was not English or any human speech.

It was hissing.

In that moment a small snake emerged from underneath the boy’s robes. Mr Weasley knew they were speaking Parceltounge and his nerves flared up. No matter his experience within the Wizarding World, Mr Weasley knew Parseltounge was always a sign of evil. Gaunt bent down to hug his son goodbye, whether that was for show or real affection, Mr Weasley didn’t know. The young Gaunt climbed onto the train with the help of his wand and the father watched him, not blinking. That look unnerved Mr Weasley much further, it was the look you give to a tool that worked well for you. As Ominis disappeared onto the train, Gaunt turned, there was a flash of silver as an animal’s body was temporary shown around Gaunt’s neckline, no doubt the dreaded snake everybody said Gaunt carried with him at all times, the same one that had chased his own sister, Matilda and the two Sallow children.

Gaunt didn’t glance at Mr Weasley, he took no notice of anybody else other than the pure supremists around him now his son was on the train, but a few other families around Mr Weasley were watching Gaunt, some with hatred, some with downright fear. The McKinnons standing nearby had actually drew their wands as if ready for a duel. Mr Weasley wasn’t surprised, he had heard it a few times that the Gaunts had previously attacked that family. All the families nearby, all the decent ones Mr Weasley noticed, were watching Gaunt carefully. The Potters alone stood slightly ahead, watching as Master Gaunt waved his hand at the other families around him as they all made their way back to the floo grate, which the other families not in with the Gaunts had since lost the privilege of using. The Mr Weasley saw it, at the very last moment. Gaunt had stopped and waved the others ahead of him, indicating they should use it ahead of him. He stopped and glanced around the platform, his cold silvery eyes sweeping over everybody, including Mr Weasley. He was searching for something, almost as carefully as the snake he had concealed within his robes would. Mr Weasely believed he knew whom Gaunt was looking for. A few students were still climbing onto the train as the final whistles blew out, steam had started blowing out and guards were slamming doors closed. Gaunt’s gaze passed over them all, glancing up and down.

He was looking for Sebastian. He wanted to see the boy in the flesh, his curiosity as to why his son cared so much for this boy getting the better of him yet again. However it seemed the boy wasn’t here, nor was his sickly sister. Gaunt could see nobody who fit their profiles on the platform. Mr Weasley was suddenly very relieved they had gotten Sebastian out of sight long before Gaunt and his inner circle had arrived. Gaunt’s gaze passed over the small circle of onlookers and amusement ran through him as he noticed them all, all the families his family had stood on in one place, gathered, safety in numbers style, like animals of prey. It amused Gaunt to no end that these families, and of course the Notts, now had to travel like the Muggles they loved to marry and breed with so much. Then Gaunt’s eyed locked onto Potter. The current head of the Potter family had taken a step forward, a younger brother watching carefully behind him. The two Potters and Gaunt seemed to be locked into some unseen, unheard standoff. Mr Weasley didn’t know what that was about, but if the Potters were in some sort of feud with the Gaunts, it was news to him. They were normally very quiet, focusing on their hair tonics and potion ranges.

Gaunt continued to watch them, his eyes almost hungry for something as he continued to hold their gaze. The cloak came to the front of his mind, he would like that so much for the Gaunts. He then turned his attention to the floo grate, making a slow show of using it to remind the lesser families of what they’ve lost before returning to the House of Gaunt.

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୨୧ On Purpose Karma x (fem) Reader I| Chapter: 05 ୨୧

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⎯ "Just because you're a part of the student council doesn't mean you're allowed to get all cozy with Asano."  [Name] was sort of familiar with the student, a member of the fan club dedicated to the chairman's son, Asano Gakushu. 'It's way too early for this.' 

They'd never talked, but that didn't mean she hadn't had this same conversation with other people. It was as if his fan club had a precedent of hating [Name] before admitting members.

"I really don't know what you're talking about, but I can assure you there's nothing going on between-" The girl kept walking, harshly brushing her shoulder on [Name] in the process. She could barely get a word in.

It really wasn't like that. There was no reason for anyone to believe so, sure, she wasn't exactly out in the open about it but she was in a relationship. She isn't the type to mess with other guys behind Karma's back. She guessed it was the result of being the only girl on the council. They overanalyzed her every little step.

"If you want to be in the same class so badly just start failing until they throw you down with me."  Those were Karma's words from a few days ago, and [Name] was starting to consider them.

She couldn't decide if it was worth it or not. She was on top of her academics and as annoying as they were, spending so much time around the council meant the members grew on her.

'I need  something to drink...'

Out where the vending machines were she saw a familiar face, his blue hair tied up in pigtails. It had been so long since [Name] talked to Nagisa. As she was about to say hi, she noticed the green-haired girl who had been with him at the café. Her name was Kayano if she remembered correctly.

She didn't want to be rude and interrupt, that was the excuse she was going with. In full honesty, she was curious as to what Nagisa was doing with a girl, listening in for a bit wouldn't hurt.

"Explosives, guns, knives. I'm starting to doubt it's even possible to kill him." They were hovered over a notebook as if they were trying to solve a thousand-piece puzzle.

Some kind of game? That's what [Name] was wondering.

"but your notes are great, it's cool you're so observant Nagisa... what were we here for again?"

"Karma's strawberry milk."

"Yeah... He's a bit addicted don't you think?"

"Not as bad as your pudding thing... uh, hold on."

With instincts like Nagisas, he picked up on an uncounted-for presence. He shot Kayano a look, instructing her to quiet down with his eyes.

"[Name?]"

"Hey Nagisa! Sorry, I didn't mean to eavesdrop but you were busy."

"It's okay, How have you been?" He smiled warmly, internally he was praying you didn't hear anything strange.

"I'm good! I've missed you a lot, we haven't talked in forever!"

"We should hang out one of these days! Oh, I should introduce you, Kayano this is [Name], [Name] Kayano." He gestures between the both girls.

"Nice to meet you." Kayano shakes her hand.

"Why are there two types of strawberry milk here? Kayano, do you remember which one he gets?" asks Nagisa.

"No, just take a guess."

[Name] types on the vending machine's number pad. "He likes both but prefers this one, They taste the same to me though." She shrugs and almost hands the milk box to Nagisa, but she pulls back out of his reach at the last second.

"Can I go with you? I'll drop you off at your class!"

Nagisa smiles "That would be fun but you have your own class to get to."

"It's fine! I usually worried about skipping but only for a little won't hurt."

Nagisa is hesitant when he says "You'll face harsher consequences since you're in council." He didn't want her to feel rejected but if they walked together there was a pretty good chance she'd catch sight of Korosensei.

"The opposite actually, I get away with way more by being in council. It works out! Let's go I wanna see Karma."

Kayano yanks the milk from [Names] grasp. It's very abrupt and leaves an uncomfortable feeling in everyone. [Name] feels embarrassed, she's internally hoping they can't see it on her face. The feel becomes uncomfortable for a second, Kayano looks down not meeting [Names] eyes.

In an attempt to fix things [Name] apologizes, "Sorry, I get the hint, see you Nagisa." She smiles trying not to let things get more uncomfortable for anyone. They probably want to be alone.

"It's not like that! We'd like you to come but we'd get in a lot of trouble if anyone saw you with us, over the weekend we should meet up."

"Alright, we can do that." They wave goodbye to each other.

⊹₊ ⋆ Time skip ୨୧ ⊹₊ ⋆

"If you want to be in the same class so badly just start failing until they throw you down with me."

[Name] and Karma were lying on his bedroom's wooden floor, staring up at the ceiling as they talked about whatever topic bubbled up on their minds.

"Hey Karma, do you really think I should drop down to E class?"

He looks at her curiously "What's got you thinking of that?"

"I was thinking of what you said the other day, maybe that is the only way we can be together."

"You don't have to sacrifice your grades for a few more hours with me, clinger."

"I wasn't gonna, it would take too long to get me to fail everything! Remind me why they decided to put you in that class again?"

"I broke a guy's arm." He says with not a second thought.

[Name] sighs "I can't do that..."

"I could do it for you, and you can take allll the credit. I got ways to make 'em play along!" If it were anyone else talking about this with so much excitement [Name] would question their mental state, but it's Karma.

"That's not what I meant... but thanks for having my back!"

Karma is not sure about this, He knows [Names] fears and she's got lots of them. Spiders, thunder, heights, and much more, He questions if her heart could handle seeing a three-meter-tall octopus who might be the reason the world ends. Ultimately Karma decides to indulge in it, it would be nice having her around, on top of that she'd get along with his friends and definitely like the teachers more.

He thinks back to all the other stuff he pulled, none of which worked out but trying again wouldn't hurt, at least not him.

"You can try pulling pranks but it wasn't that effective for me."

"Help me think of something?"

"I wouldn't let you do it without me."

For now there was nothing to worry about. No one to distract them from one another, just the two of them.

note: sorry for still taking so long on request :,( I’m trying to balance the post of request and On Purpose, Ive also been reallll busy. Does anyone actuallyyyyy read this fic?? the updates are kinda just setting everything up rn, more Karma soon!

[yuriko-mukami]

Her Calamity Dark 05

Beta reader: @ruki-mukami-dl

Chapter Selection

Karlheinz-sama leaned his backside on the edge of his desk as the last words from him still wafted in the air. I was baffled by how much there had been I had not known before. But now, my savior finally trusted me enough to share his whole past with the First Bloods. Before I had simply figured out they were his sworn enemies which had made me suspicious when they had appeared in the Ryoutei Academy. But after hearing the story from ancient times, I understood that they possessed a serious threat if they were attacking against the rightful reign of the Vampire king.

“But the Endzeit should end them eventually…” Shu did not bother to lift his eyelids while he spoke. “I see no reason to act if they don’t.”

For once, I agreed with the eldest Sakamaki. If the disease would do our dirty work for us, there was no reason to start an unnecessary fight. At least, if the First Bloods wouldn’t act on their own. I could understand why they had left the Banmaden. Even if the reason for the castle boundaries being open again was still unclear, I would have done the same if I had been in their shoes. Centuries of imprisonment sounded like hell I never wished to face. It was a miracle that they had not ended their lives on their own.

Karlheinz-sama nodded. “Waiting game is sometimes the best course of action. Yet, no game should be played with only one pawn. Reiji is working to find a way to activate the disease faster and spread it to those who are… one way or another tied to these disturbances. If there are such people.”

The words sank like ice into my stomach. There was no blood bond between me and Tsukinami Shin but for Yuriko’s sake, we had made an agreement. Would that be enough? And what about Yuriko’s contract with the same man? Or her blood relatives in that village we had visited when we saved her brother? I had no idea what kind of tie there was between the Founders and the Kitsune.

Freezing shivers ran down my spine but I kept my face emotionless. I would need to brace myself. It seemed clearer and clearer that if this conflict were to escalate, I would have to decide between my great love and my benefactor. 

I had promised to protect Yuriko. But if I had to keep her safe from an ancient disease, I would need to flee with her to somewhere she could not get ill.

“So, Reiji is already working on it? Even fewer reasons for me to do anything about this.” Shu’s ignorance was almost an atrocity but I could not say anything since I had endangered everything on my end.

Had I failed Karlheinz-sama? Could I truly serve him while my heart was bound with my angel? The trail of thoughts was tormenting me. I could not let her go, for she was the sole light in all this darkness. Then again, I had given my life in Karlheinz-sama’s hands. My temples started to throb the more I thought about this. If his benefit crossed with Yuriko’s what could I do?

“Shu… for Eve chose you, the biggest responsibilities of them all are placed on your shoulders.” Karlheinz-sama straightened up, and I did the same. Did I even deserve to be in the same room with him right now? “As my heir, you are to receive the power to burn this world and each unloving creature of it. From those ashes, Adam and Eve will truly rise and start a new era. From those ashes, will begin the new species who have the human ability to love and the magical skills of the demons.”

Something clicked in my head. I focused on keeping my face as emotionless as possible. Why did we need new species for that? I was sure that I was in love with Yuriko and I was — without a doubt — a demonic creature. Yuriko, too, was partly demonic due to her Kitsune side. And we both had our magical abilities. Though, to be honest, we both were halfbreeds. Perhaps that was the problem.

Either way, I said nothing. I was still unsure about my place in the current wave of actions.

Shu, however, tensed all over and opened his eyes. “Haa… bothersome.” The usual listlessness had disappeared from his voice. If anything his choice of the word was a contradiction of his very being at this moment. It was like he had finally woken up.

“Bothersome or not, that is your destiny. If you are not able to do it, the whole world will be doomed.” Karlheinz-sama did not elaborate but laid his golden gaze over his firstborn son. “Someone could think you are afraid of your duty.”

I could hear how Shu gritted his teeth. “If I’m afraid of something it’s the amount of unnecessary work you’re trying to load for me.”

“Yet it was Eve who chose you.” Karlheinz-sama hummed, placing his hand on the hourglass on his desk.

“I saw enough fire when I saved Yui from their house last month.” Shu glanced at me as if it had been my fault that Yuma had set his room in flames. While I agreed it had not been one of his wisest decisions, I would not voice out my opinion and throw my true brother to the wolves.

“Which is a proof that this time…” Karlheinz-sama drifted off in the middle of his sentence, glancing at the table and tapping the hourglass with his index finger. Slowly, he lifted his gaze again. “That this time, you will finally be able to overcome this obstacle you have battled with for such a long while.”

Shu did not answer. But his reaction had made me curious. I was worried about the flames Karlheinz-sama had just mentioned because I simply did not wish the world to burn. Not when my angel inhabited it. But Shu… It seemed that something else was the problem. What was going through the mind of the eldest Sakamaki?

“Perhaps, Ruki’s girl is the key to solving this matter for good.” Karlheinz-sama laid his eyes on me. I had time to notice how Shu’s gaze turned too, before I was a captive for my benefactor’s observation. 

“Forgive me, Karlheinz-sama, but I do not see how Yuriko could help Shu out.” Neither did I want that pervert near her. Shu had gotten his hands on Eve but would not lay his dirty fingers on what was mine.

Karlheinz-sama chuckled as if I had just amused him. “She is quite a firecracker. I’m not wrong, am I?”

“Her ability to use fire is still vague and unreliable. The flames seem to be tied to her emotions and…” I shut my mouth. 

“...and she has been through a lot because of her background. Do you not think, Ruki, that helping our cause would give her something else to concentrate on?” Karlheinz-sama smiled. “If anything, aiding Shu would give her a chance to practice which means she will be ready to defend herself in case we will be heading to war with the First Bloods.”

“All due respect, it is not up to me to decide.” And if it was, I did not wish Yuriko to do this.

“Always so stern, Ruki. Just say it directly, you don’t want to introduce this little plaything of yours to me.” Shu smirked but lacked his usual smugness as I glanced at him. It was like he wished for me to make sure Yuriko’s path would not cross with his.

Karlheinz-sama sighed, catching our attention. “All this will be settled later. The familiars will bring dinner invitations to you when the time has come. Be sure that you will arrive with Eve, Shu.” My benefactor stared at his son for a while before turning his unrelenting gaze to me. “And you, Ruki, I expect to see our little anomaly at that very dinner table too.”

I lowered my head but I could not help the stiffness in my muscles. “As you wish, Karlheinz-sama.”

[dayurno]

do you have any thoughts about the way thea was handled? ever since nora has been more active on twt (and mentioned the hate thea gets) people have been sort of insistent about Always Having Liked Her Actually and it irks me a lot, because imo people SHOULD be upset at the fact that kevin (who has been abused all his life and has trauma regarding the nest) has a gf who's from that same environment but 1. doesn't seem all that concerned about getting better / helping kevin get better 2. shouts at him in the only scene they're in together 3. isn't even described as a particularly good presence in the extra content explaining their past 4. this is just a horrible cherry on top but she's 5 years older and they met when he was 14 :/// like if anything i think this has a lot to do with nora not having been kind to kevin (which she also recently admitted to) like damn can he get one thing in life that's just good for him. one safe haven. jesus

short answer: i think thea as a character has been done the worst by nora sakavic, and the lack of care she was shown is in line with how all for the game treats its other characters of color.

long answer: most of my thoughts about how thea was handled are less about thea the character itself and more about her throwaway appearance and the overall lack of interest the author had when writing her. thea's a widely hated character for many reasons, not all of them valid, and a big one is that she was shoved into the narrative at one of the very last few chapters and paired up with one of the most important characters with very little thought or effort. we don't get even a hint of her existance before her appearance, and her one scene does not gather her sympathy because what we know of her is that she's an unrepentant raven (arguably the series' most evident villains) and what we see of her is a moment of great anger, that, even if ignorant, mimics the hostility most of the other ravens had towards kevin/the foxes during the trilogy

this is all to say: i don't like the way thea was written, and i think, especially, that it was a bad optic to write a black woman whose only scene is her being hostile towards her love interest. i need you to know that i'm not saying thea was not right to be angry, or that thea should've flown in and nursed kevin's mental health as soon as she could — both because it's out of character and because it's ridiculous —, but i am saying that she was not afforded almost anything as a character, in both terms of humanity and screentime. this is nothing new with how aftg treats its characters of color, and it is very telling that the characters who get the most flack (namely nicky and thea and riko) are the core of the non-white cast. thea and riko are not afforded complexity; nicky is a constantly flamboyant brown man whose only purpose is to wrangle his cousins and deliver friendship-related one liners to neil. this is why nora sakavic's refusal to comment on them grates on me, and why the new wave of adoration for the series with no nuance suffocates all of the real criticism done by fans of color in the last ten years.

and here's a personal answer: thea's future breaks my heart just as much as kevin's does, because she is also a victim of cultist mentality, and she never breaks out of it. i have no doubts in my heart that the nest was cruel to her, and her unflinching loyalty to the ravens until the end saddens me because it is a terrible existence when all is said and done. thea will not play exy forever, and by the time she has to retire, she will be just as miserable as kevin was. i don't know if she'll ever acknowledge how awful the ravens were either to her or to kevin — i don't know if she'll *want* to, because it is hard to do all that work, and it will leave her deeply scarred to realize most of it was not necessary to her sucess —, but i hope she does, and i hope that on that day, she will be able to decide for herself where to go from there.

[thegreenthepeacetheorange]

Everlark (Mockingjay, Ch. 13-14)

"i cover my face with my arms because this isn't happening. it isn't possible. for someone to make peeta forget he loves me... no one could do that" - she was so sure, so certain of peeta's love for her that this concept is completely alien to her. something she never saw coming. in the last chapter she felt jealous that what annie/finnick had, no one would doubt over its certainty - but she herself had that with peeta and now it's... fragile

katniss is so heartbroken teenage girl, covering/uncovering her face with her arms depending on what's being said and how much it's hurting her

katniss's desire to kill sow is kicked into overdrive because of what he's done to peeta. like that was truly her last straw.

(an aside: delly is a delight)

"it was less painful being strangled" oh katniss

it's so sad to see katniss numb after her being so anxious/angry/distraught over peeta being in the capitol and also her brief elation at having him back.

katniss coming to terms with the hijacking is so sad. a huge part of her is definitely catastrophizing though (like i don't blame her for it at all). but of course she is, because is truly a horrible twisted thing to happen and it takes her previous heartbreak and twists it more. but she goes straight to worst possible scenario which is: i'll never get peeta back, peeta is gone, so i'm gonna shut down and kill snow and then die myself

"it's only now that he's been corrupted that i can fully appreciate the real peeta. even more than i would've if he'd died. the kindness, the steadiness, the warmth that had an unexpected heat behind it" - she's fully mourning him, instead of fighting for him, because it's like all the fight has been taken out of her because of the hijacking

"the unexpected heat" behind peeta's warmth. more of what intrigued her about him, what set him apart.

her clutching the pearl trying to remember peeta as he was just kills me. i can't do it.

she spent the first book trying to make out like their kisses were tv kisses but here she's fondly remembering and trying to hold onto "the kisses in the arena"

"to make myself put a name to the thing i've lost" -it's their love, their bond, their intimacy that's just too great and beyond this earth to even put words to

"despite what i feel for peeta, this is when i accept deep down that he'll never come back to me. or i'll never go back to him. i'll stay in 2 until it falls, go to the capitol and kill snow, and then die for my trouble. and he'll die insane and hating me. so in the fading light i shut my eyes and kiss gale to make up for all the kisses i've withheld, and because it doesn't matter any more" - this is so heartbreaking, i don't even know where to begin. she's lost her hope entirely. and she's acting out of a desperate need to feel something, anything because she's so numb and hopeless.

i almost feel bad for gale because this kiss is so clearly katniss not in her right mind.

gale saying that he had a life outside of hunting with her. maybe it's him trying to save face but throughout this book and the last, it really feels like their friendship was just confined to the woods. the fact that they don't already know these things about each other? what did they talk about except for hunting and hating the capitol? does gale know katniss's favourite colour? does she know his? does she know anything about his habits apart from how he treads silently when he's hunting and how his hands set snares? what do they actually know about each other?

her completely emotionless at him telling her when he realised he liked her... it's very unromantic compared to peeta's own story of his crush on her. and we know katniss is a huge romantic. she's probably just like.. "oh so you saw some guy flirting with me and felt jealous and decided i should be yours? oh okay then. right"

something something about gale feeling an entitlement to katniss due to their history and shared trauma and what people expected vs peeta seeing her qualities and her singing and her boldness and her light. gale was always the easy choice, gale was the settling choice. change my mind

i know katniss had questioned whether gale was jealous of her and finnick being around eachother but he actually confirms it here. like gale is seeing finnick walking around dazed without pants on, tying and untying knots in the same piece of rope, having to be sedated when he thinks of annie in the capitol, and somehow genuinely thought that that man really had an eye on katniss, was flirting with katniss?! actually a bit crazy. sure gale is a complicated character, but this part of him is so revolting to me that it overshadows so much else. i don't despise him but i don't like him at all.

not to turn this post into a gale and katniss post but he's a key part of this chapter and we might as well compare and contrast - his death traps. katniss is quite clear on what she thinks about them. and he just goes from worse to worser in this book particularly. and in the next chapter, katniss even mentions that she wishes the old peeta was there to explain why the whole idea is so wrong.