#i want everyone to be honest with themselves on how they would interact with the characters in the beginning

[gifti3]

Thinking about og obey me and how asmo would say something that would have me quickly filing him in the 'avoid' category

[sugurism]

ah your red /green flag post was really good. How about doing the type of person they are most likely to be attracted to..and if they would fall first or harder?

FALLING DOWN. ୨ৎ jjk men: their type of person + fell first, or fell harder?ㅤheadcanons

featuring ♰ㅤmultiple. (choso, higuruma, megumi, nanami, gojo, geto, sukuna, toge, toji, yuji, yuta)

warning(s)! ♰ㅤNO PRONOUNS AND ANATOMY FOR READER. SFW (?) — toxic behavior ! possession ! some are delusional + yandere implied ! again, very much made based on personal opinions + i tried to write the characters off as canon as possible, but my favoritism will probably show ! sukuna (he's a warning of his own) ! violence + blood + death (mentions) ! cannibalism (mentions) ! obsession and possession ! not really all dark content but i will tag as so just to be sure, sukuna's part is insane ! mentions about marriage ! sadomasochism ! suggestive (sexual ideas about you) !

author’s note ♱ㅤthank you for everyone who's enjoying the red / beige / green flag post! you're all so sweet, it made my day, truly. im so happy, and this suggestion was so fun, anon. a small reminder so no one gets lost, though — please, read my rules before interacting. i don't take requests, but i consider suggestions. wrote this because i enjoyed the idea! it's not good, though. wrote this in a hurry and im currently working on other WIPs. don't know if i liked the result, tbh.

୨୧ CHOSO KAMO — attracted to someone's soul. fell harder.

the type of people choso likes is honestly pretty hard to describe. he is a romantic by nature, even if he is not aware of it. he really likes someone willing to cooperate with him and his family. anyone with an honest desire to protect him and his family and allow themselves to be protected as well.

with a body that was given to him (a dead body, even), he cares very little about physical appearance. a large part of him seeks to understand the essence of those he loves so that he can understand them without saying a word.

the moment he realized he fell in love with you was after a bloody battle. he was covered in blood and injuries while using his body's natural regeneration to recover. however, you forgot that ── you forgot his strength, you forgot his ability. you saw him as human as yourself, and by extension, fragile. bruised. mortal.

“choso! are you okay?” your warm hand touches his face, and choso's stomach twists at the thought of your delicate, perfect hands getting dirty because of his rotten blood. the blood of a cursed creature, neither human nor curse. and the way you look at him now: with affection, care. with the desire to want to protect him, as he would like to protect you.

and at this moment, he knows. what he feels is love. he feels like he's been struck by lightning, electrified to the last cell in his body. “y──yes. of course.”

god, he needs to marry you. now.

୨୧ HIROMI HIGURUMA — attracted to an opposed strength. fell first.

this is personally inspired by my view of higuruma (and inspired by oc), but it would be an amazing cliché if he fell in love with a prosecutor. it is not exactly a person, but rather a dynamic. hiromi's type of person is someone who can argue their convictions and has the determination to defend their point of view. the kind of person who could get him back on track. someone who would argue back if he were wrong.

the moment he realized he fell in love with you was a very simple day. nothing unusual. the weather a little dark, a late afternoon full of heavy clouds threatening to pour their rain on him and you. when you looked at him and smirked after “winning” an argument, he felt his own heart skip a beat in a way he never thought it could before.

he wonders if you can notice. it's obvious, how could you not? how could he not notice it earlier, he wonders. for some reason, the idea makes hiromi flinch. his mouth opens to retort, but he gives up. will saying something make it obvious how much he is in love with you? he should wait before saying something. he can do that. he can wait and wonder, will someday, your heart jump like his, when he is around you?

୨୧ MEGUMI FUSHIGURO — attracted to chaos. fell harder.

this may sound ironic, but considering megumi's deranged nature during fights requires equal and opposite strength. aka, someone as passionate and convinced as himself. someone who will turn and smile at him with blood on their hands as everything explode around you two.

the moment he realized he was in love with you was during a fight against a curse. a simple exorcism, in theory, but one where a creature suddenly appeared and was about to make him lunch. until its interruption, of course. shouting as you annihilated a curse so far from his level just to protect him ── a determination and raw fire in his eyes. it made you look like you could do anything, even kill gods.

it made his mouth go dry and his cheeks grow red. and megumi knew, it wasn't from adrenaline. it was something much, much stronger.

୨୧ KENTO NANAMI — attracted to calmness and stability. fell harder.

nanami already has a very chaotic presence in his life. satoru gojo's ironic giggles and crude jokes are terrifying. his senpai's irreverent behavior will haunt kento until the day he dies. therefore, nothing fairer than a partner who is calm, but not in the way he is calm ── cold, slightly arrogant, semi-distant from everything that is real. calm as water, in a serene and subtle, loving way. someone to share his burdens and allow himself to be vulnerable with.

the moment he realized he fell in love with you was — weird. stress gets to even the toughest of men, and someone under as much pressure as nanami, for all his composure, is still susceptible to it. the smallest things can make a stressed salaryman's day hell, like today.

nothing worked. absolutely everything backfired in the worst way possible. he spilled coffee on his jacket, had to ask for another one, where the barista got his order wrong, and in the end, he was almost late to start his work schedule. as he passed you through the jujutsu high campus (in order to avoid that tall, white ghost that terrifies his underclassmen to this day), you made him stop.

being an assistant teacher isn't exactly an easy job, considering the vast array of (potentially problematic) students that inhabit jujutsu schools. but you are always able to get them all on track without using a drop of harshness. there's a firmness to its sweetness, sure, but it's not intimidating. the brats even apologize to you honestly when they make mistakes.

when you see him, you wave gently and smile. and that smile makes kento exhale very slowly. the stress escaping him as if drained away. not entirely, but it was something. and nanami has a talent for spotting things that seem insignificant, but actually aren't.

oh, your smile. your smile always does this to him.

୨୧ SATORU GOJO — attracted to gentleness and honesty. fell first.

despite all the compliments satoru receives, he is completely sure that ninety-five percent of them are not at all sincere. it's like a poorly done bribe in an attempt to get the favor or appreciation of the strongest, because he will always be that. first the strongest sorcerer, then satoru. first a title and then a person. it's just how things work, there's no point complaining about them.

but a person who can honestly see him as a human being first and as who he is, beyond his title. a trustworthy and caring person, someone he can genuinely let his walls down with without it being a decision he regrets later.

the moment he realized he fell in love with you was on the verge of death. well, not at the brink of his death, but at yours. so many things could happen if he wasn't around, and they did. a fight with a curse user, and your obvious victory, but at what price? now he was waiting at the hospital anxiously, his fingers drumming the arm of the chair as he watched each person pass by.

every doctor, every nurse, every one of those miraculous people who could save your life. every second melted into its own agonizing torture, and satoru couldn't understand why. why was it so hard to calm down? he has been here before, so many times, with other friends in their deathbeds. it was agonizing all the same, but somehow, now it seemed worse.

when they finally said he could enter, satoru wasted no time. walking through the door and lowering her sunglasses towards him. you and your bruised body, lying on the bed and slowly turning to look at him. smiling through the pain, and his lips parting to murmur. “’toru. you're here.”

he sat down in the nearby chair and chuckled slightly, feeling his worries disappear. your voice, so gentle and truthful. so happy to see him — a friend, someone dear. not the strongest sorcerer, but him. “yeah. of course, i am.”

୨୧ SUGURU GETO. — attracted to passion. fell harder.

passion is one of the determining driving forces that makes humanity the sinister creatures that they are. passion for something can be good, like artists who created revolutionary works and opened the world's eyes to their problems. or, it can be terrible, as in geto's case: his passion is the cult and his new world.

he would like someone who is as passionate about something as he is about this philosophy itself. bonus points if the passion in question is the philosophy itself, but any number of other things might be acceptable.

it's difficult to describe a moment where suguru realizes he's in love with you, without defining a passion of yours. maybe it's a hobby like art, or maybe it's caring for a pet. it's necessary context, but whatever it is, he realizes your determination and ends up completely falling in love with it. with you.

be it watching you smiling while finishing a painting, petting your cat proudly, or anything that reveals you're determined to stick to your own principles. like he will stick to his.

୨୧ SUKUNA RYOMEN. — attracted to violence. fell harder.

i saw a post once, talking about how a sukuna's ideal type (assuming he had one) really is someone who wants him dead. it's hard to explain it, but he's definitely attracted to the more disturbing aspects of a person. in particular, a taste for violence and independence.

however, he might not like it so much if this independence became a challenge. he is willing to allow very extensive freedom to any human who interests him ── within certain limits. a king must not allow the absolute insubordination of those beneath him, after all.

he wants someone raw, and visceral. bonus points if there is a possibility that he will mentally destroy you and turn you into some kind of obedient pet. someone who was not made to be his, but could become, if he shaped you to be his and only his. don't kings enjoy having pets? he should, as well.

the moment he realizes he is in love with you is definitely a bloody scenario. you have just ripped apart a curse with your bare hands. watching you like a hawk, he sees you — covered in purple blood and panting. sukuna wonders if you would show this same voracity in other situations.

if he took you to bed, would you agree happily, spreading your legs at him and laying down obediently for him to do as he pleases? or perhaps you would try to stab him, or open his chest with your bare hands, as you did with that inferior little creature? ripping his heart out, looking him in the eyes while you take a bite of it.

he licks his lips at the thought.

୨୧ TOGE INUMAKI — attracted to spontaneous and joy. fell first.

toge does not have the ability to communicate in words normally, due to his technique's nature. he is fortunate to have access to other means of communication ── cellphones, notepads, even sign language. but something that attracts him is the perspective of someone who understands him well, and who has the energy to speak for him.

the moment he realizes he is in love with you is during a conversation. he, you and his friends are all walking and gathered together, discussing casual things. even with the hectic routine that you all have, it is very important to have these moments where you can act like normal people and not just wizards (he will bring sweets for panda, to make up for him not being able to come).

maki turns around, asking what he wants to eat. toge considers for a few moments. he honestly doesn't feel hungry tonight, but before he can respond in his ingredient language, you look at him for a second and help him communicate.

“hey, wait! i don’t think he’s hungry. right, toge?” he nods, a little surprised that you can understand before he even says anything. and while the sounds of chatter disappear around him, he focuses on you and your face. you, who always pays attention to him. you, who understands him.

୨୧ TOJI FUSHIGURO — attracted to a mix of chaotic and calmness. fell harder.

the loss of mamaguro affected toji in indescribable ways. a man should never be forced to bury the love of his life, but that's what happened. as a result, he returned to bad habits and destroyed his own life. so, his type ends up being something very difficult to define. i think he would still like someone like mamaguro, but not completely. the type of person who can be chaotic as well as calm. someone who doesn't necessarily fix him again, but someone with whom he can see companionship and honesty. kind of like partners in crime.

of course he appreciates your kindness, but he really lacks showing it back. a part of him stays awake at night, staring at the ceiling, wondering why you're so good to him — when toji is fully aware he's not good enough for you. generally, he wouldn't mind. he moves from woman to woman, relationship to relationship, simply for money. why is he caring now?

the moment he realized he was in love with you was actually during an argument. toji is someone who is extremely difficult to deal with because of his relaxed and self-serving nature ── plus, he purposely acts annoying during fights, but you never freak out. well, today you freaked out. and while you're swearing at him from the rooftops and pointing accusingly, he can only stop and feel himself melting. for some reason.

it doesn't make sense, of course it doesn't make sense. but your calmness contrasted by such abrasive anger is extremely attractive. it's more than attractive. he feels like gasoline and you feel like a match. and god, how he wants to burn.

୨୧ YUJI ITADORI — attracted to gentleness, honesty, and pride. fell harder.

yuji's destiny has always been marred by constant and untimely misfortunes. he loses friends and fights, he fails in moments where he should win, and the destruction upon him is both physical and mental. but there is hope. a kind person who genuinely understands him and can help him take the reins or share the burden when it all gets a bit too much. someone who watches bad movies with him and laughs at the terrible jokes he makes. someone who is willing to help him forget the horrors of the world for five minutes, or be rational when he is emotional.

the moment he realizes he's in love with you is when he leaves the cinema. a (very disgusting) sequel to his favorite horror film series just came out, and you were the only person who agreed to watch it with him. as he excitedly searches the bottom of the popcorn bucket for some leftovers, he notices you looking at him. "what?" he mumbles, crunching on the popcorn.

you laugh lightly, reaching out to wipe his crumb-covered cheek. “yuji, your face is all dirty! wait, i’ll get a napkin.” that little contact of your palm with his cheek is── scorching. there is no other way to describe it. the sensation is so sudden that as you move away to grab a napkin, he lets the practically empty bucket fall to the floor.

there was so much tenderness in your stare, so much care and appreaciation. even if it wasn't your cup of tea, even if the movie would be a horrible set-up for a date, was this a date? even with all that, you— enjoyed it. enjoyed spending time with him, being with him, caring for him.

oh god. he is so in love.

୨୧ YUTA OKKOTSU — attracted to roughness and sincerity. fell first.

honestly, yuta's type can be a mean person. he wouldn't admit it, because he doesn't know how to say it without sounding almost like a masochist, but someone dragging him around by the collar while he smiles like an obedient dog is a pretty attractive prospect. he feels that he could cooperate very well with someone who is the very opposite of him ── as strange as it may seem. his type of person isn't really specific, he kind of just wants the basics: honesty, loyalty, affection. but if he could choose? someone more raw and honest, for sure. someone who would set the world on fire.

the moment he realized he was in love with you was in a strange and awkward situation. after an argument with one of his friends, you were just going to turn around and walk away at a steady pace. he doesn't like conflict, guys ── it's very stressful and makes yuta extremely anxious ── so his reaction is to just kind of stand there looking like an idiot. but you grab him by the arm and pull him away. “don't just stand there, yuta. let's go.”

“y—yes. of course.”

despite this, he knows you wouldn't be rude to him, or wouldn't be rude without a good reason. still, the almost angry tone in your voice and the authority you exude. even though he knew that in terms of power levels he would be stronger? totally attractive. he can see himself following you back and forth and a kind of dynamic that works like that. kinder and somewhat socially anxious boyfriend, and you, a scorching flame that consumes everything around you.

he kinda wants to be consumed, anyway.

ENGLISH IS NOT MY FIRST LANGUAGE. thank you for reading! <3ㅤㅤthis was not proofread.

[goldsbitch]

Just don't talk

summary: Enemies to lovers on steroids. Lando can't stand Y/N, the first female driver in F1. He also can't stand not having her with her clothes on.

warnings: please don't be offended by weak ass feminism debate, swear words, minors do not interact, just generally don't take this one too seriously, smut (that's what we came for)

He radiated stupidity. Reckless, annoying, careless and just plain stupid. Blood boiled hard and fast in Y/N when he entered the room. Cocky smile, as if he was the shit. And those poor fans did not even realize, because his PR managers worked around the clock to stop the scandals getting out and to remain his bubbly, down-to-earth image he seemed to hold in general public. Now, she never doubted his driving genius. It was honest respect on that part. No, this was about everything else. Even the way he grew his "so called" beard annoyed her.

She radiated arrogance. Being the first female driver on the grid had everyone looking differently at her, as it would be the opposite if she was just another rookie driver. He could not stand that. It felt strangely misogynistic. But what sent him to levels of annoyance he had not discovered prior to meeting her, was how she did absolutely nothing about this. Danced around as if she did not see it. But Lando could see through her, she was a calculating bitch that knew exactly what was happening.

It's not like either of them got it wrong really. Lando had his personality that did not correlate with the desired persona the public wanted him to maintain. For as long as he remembered, he had to be a grown up, missing his young adult experiences completely. Sometimes, it just got the better of him. Lando was not exactly proud of that or anything. Y/N was indeed calculating. But it would be hard to argue that she could have chosen not to do that - yet, the world was simply not ready for any kind of female driver to enter the grid. She had to be smarter than an average rookie. There is a possibility that this was all just in her head, but it was hard to prove it at this point.

They avoided talking to each other like they would avoid the plague. Lando felt like all the years of media training lead to the moments where they shared the interview room. Their disenchantment with each other was not exactly a known thing, they were deceitful enough to do keep it between themselves. Well, the more observant drivers and members of their team were well aware of the truth. There was not a single member of the close inner circle that would dare to speak about how when these two had to share the pre race interviews, it would be the driest interview of them all. Frankly, drivers dreaded that. Daniel would be the one to try and break the ice. George found it mildly amusing. Max could not give two shits about them.

And to the luck of everyone involved, there was Lando, set next to Alex Albon, who was sat next to Y/N. He sighed heavily before taking hold of the microphone.

First interviewer asked about the lasted updates on Y/N Aston Martin car. The second one went to Lando, with a request to address the bad strategy the team had on the last Grand Prix, which he answered very diplomatically.

Third interviewer asked Y/N on whether the talks have started regarding her contract for the upcoming season.

"Yes, we are talking about that. I love racing and I'm planning on staying here," she laughed lightly. "I want to be here to...possibly to inspire and attract young girls, same as those like Fernando was a role model to both Alex and Lando. The female audience of F1 is growing and that is absolutely amazing. And perhaps now will the female fans have an opportunity to cheer for one of their own."

"May I have a question?" Lando entered the chat. His tone was indicating fire being lit within him and him intending to spread it wide. The game was on. Y/N tensed up. Alex smiled nervously.

Both Lando and Y/N shot a look at the interview moderator, who was prepared for many scenarios, but not this one exactly. Once Lando received an unsure nod, he continued. "We both know the numbers, we sit on similar meetings. The percentage of female audience is now nearing almost half, is that correct?"

"Well, we are nowhere near that - more like 30-40%"

"Right. And this trend has started prior to you joining the grid, right?"

"Yes, that is correct."

"Are you saying that the female viewers did not have anyone to connect with before that?"

"I'd be brave enough to assume so. Where are you heading?"

Alex wanted to stop them, he shot looks to multiple people who had the power to end this. Members present from both teams woke up from their slow mundane afternoon. But the conversation was too fast for anyone to interrupt.

"So, what was the motivation of the female viewers to watch F1? Why were they watching?"

"Um, well the sport is fascinating and can capture one. The quality of our media teams has risen greatly, social media and-"

"Yes. So are you saying that young boys and teenagers were watching this for a different reason that girls and any other genders?"

"Like I was saying, it might be hard to connect. Young boys and teenagers can relate and even imagine themselves as the future F1 driver."

"So why do, in your opinion, little girls and female teenagers watch races? Are you saying that prior to your start, their reasons were less valid? Less noble? Does miss misogyny over here think that female audience is now validated due to her representation in the sport?"

The room went silent. Y/N took a deep breath and without missing a beat she replied.

"I'm sorry, there must have been something foul in your cornflakes this morning. After all, even in these progressive times, some of the people involved did not get the memo about the way how to interact with the fanbase in a healthy manner. It must be hard hard to think straight and not draw over-the-top conclusions when one's mind is stuck in an endless cycle of "Hello, gorgeous" and "Sure, I'll text you back.""

Alarmed looks were shared accros the room. Alex tried to laugh it off. The moderator ended the discussion. The pair kept staring at each other, until their prompted their exits orchestrated by their team.

//

Asshole. Obnoxious idiot. She wanted to slap him. The social media was on fire, this topic clearly resonating among fans. It was clear the opinions were divided and this was just not good to have on your track record. She was mad at herself as well. Got caught up like a fly to a spiderweb. He won this one. She'll just have to beat him during the race or shoot him in the leg at the next opportunity.

"Stay true to your beliefs" was the caption under his newly posted photo. Smiling as ever. Some photographer with under-appreciated talent managing to capture him in the perfect light. Total thirst trap. Her PR team was figuring out how to salvage this, but everyone knew Lando stuck a good one this time.

But that was not the opinion of the McLaren media team, who really did work their butts off the last few months. This was not good, as his haters were currently busy pointing out holes in his argument, making Y/N the hero they wanted to have. PR team picked the photo of him they had in store in order to play it safe and nonchalantly. Lando got a big threatening talk right after the press conference. McLaren was not letting the word misogyny be connected to their brand. He defended himself for a while, but at the end agreed to avoid bringing these subjects to light prior to the knowledge of the team. In his eyes, she won. He got her free attention. The nickname miss misogyny was not going to stick. The only thing this brough him was a headache and built up anger.

She was bursting with anger and was not about to leave it in for herself. "You can stick this bullshit up you ass, Lando."

"Don't assume I like the same things you do," was his immediate response.

Confidentiality. That was the only thing she believed he could uphold. Both of them had too much to loose.

//

They were bad for each other. Bringing out the worst traits, putting others in discomfort and creating drama out of nowhere. But the once the night covered the daily routines and worries, the truth would start crawling out. Once the chequered flag got packed up after a race, it was time for a parade of red flags to begin.

It was suppose to be a one time mistake. Party that go out of hand. Club bathroom sex that was better than they'd be willing to admit. They never spoke of it. Nobody knew.

Like magnets they circled towards each other on the quiet nights on the road. Always her place, never his. As if she'd make the effort to come toward him. Like he would ever let her invade his private safe space. It worked for them, transforming the anger into rough bites and hickeys. Lando enjoyed leaving them on her, just at the line where he knew she'd have to think about how to cover them up and made sure she never made any mark on him. Hate fucking, that's what that was.

Once again, his hot breath cut through the crispy Monaco night air coming from the opened window of her bedroom. He had her handcuffed to the bed side and legs wrapped around his toned torso. He was driving her crazy, not letting her stay on top this time, robbing her of the pleasure of watching him submit to her moves and direction. He watched attentively, making sure he changed his tempo whenever she was about to climax. She was not one to enjoy delayed gradification, not when this obnoxious idiot was watching her and having fun with it. One thing he had to admit was that she was fucking hot, mainly in the way how she able to carry herself around. From the first moment he had the misfortune to see her in person, it had been the one thought unable to leave his mind. What did she look like when she was just about to come? Was she the one to make any sounds? Did she like it rough or soft? Would she be able to dominate him? During the day, he let his frustrations out verbally, during the night he thrusted into her as if there was no tomorrow. Like a drug addict getting his hit. She was even more mad at him when he was fucking her. Because it was just so good. They had the same rhythm and their bodies spoke in a language no one would have understood anyway. So she just surrendered. It drove her crazy, not being on the top. He licked and bit her nipples and did forbidden things - like stopped fucking her out of nowhere and buried his head in her waist, slowly twisting his tongue around her clit. When he felt like she adjusted to that, he continued back with thrusting in her. He moved so fast that she started get dizzy from the motion, the heavenly kind of dizzy. Lando watched her like and animal would observe his prey. Not often did he manage to get completely under his control, but tonight was one of the precious days he'd be recalling in the shower days after. He delayed his own orgasm for as long as he could, but there was a point where he just gave in and released him into the condom. There was always a hint of disappointment in the joyous moment. His darkest wish was to have her walk the day after with his cum dripping out of her. She was his little work slut, his nemesis, his Vegas girl.

Y/N never wanted to cuddle afterwards. She appreciated that Lando always swiftly got up and left without a word. Because what if he had spoken, what if the oxytocin started flowing in and she'd loose her guard and get herself in even bigger of a mess than this little game was. She was the first female driver. There were things she had to prove to the world. Fucking one of the other drivers was not one of them.

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[heartfullofleeches]

Dude I feel so bad for zombie Yan, I tend to be accidentally honest but would totally keep up their delusion. Like, their little half exposed brain can't process their (probably bad) death, how am I supposed to tell them?

Like, "yeah babe lots of humans have half of their brain out, don't worry pookie" "Yeah I know their arm fell off, would you stop being such a dick about it?" "They just drank too much water from the sink, that's why their skin is gray"

"Hey, babe.... Do you still think I'm cute?"

They feel like such a terrible partner - piling stupid questions on top of all the care and attention you've given them since they got sick. You must be so tired of them now, but they needed to hear it from you. The difference between them now and the person you fell in love with were like night and day. They'd lost so much weight in these past few months, their eyes are hollow and empty. Their skin remains the same blotchy gray color no matter how many hours they lay rotting in the sun.

"Of course I do. Why wouldn't I, silly?"

"I don't know.... I guesx I just haven't been feeling like myself lately....With that whole dog bite incident and everything that's happened since I feel like a burden to you...."

"Hey, don't think like that. You're just sick - that's all, remember?"

Sick... That's right. They said so themselves. Ugh, it's not fair. How come you still be that same wonderful you that they fell for all that time ago? So understanding and still so, so cute. You just get cuter by the day to them...It makes it so hard for them to control their temper when they see neighbors interacting with you outside. Don't they know you belong to them? Just because they get to be outside with you doesn't mean a damn thing. They hate how buddy buddy everyone gets when their symptoms flare up and they can't leave the house with you. Hate, hate, hate- They just want claw, and stomp, and bite all their dumb, smiling faces into a mangled heap no one would be able to tell apart. It's what they deserve for trying to steal you away.

But they'd never do anything like that - Hurting people would make you cry and if they did that what good were they to you?

"I think it's time for bed."

"Yay!"

Your partner crawls in bed, leaving their ankle hanging off the edge of the mattress for you to shackle to the frame. Once testing the strength of the chain, you climb in right alongside them - loosening the latches of their muzzle by a few notches as you both get comfortable. You kiss the cheek with the lesser amount of decay as they nuzzle up to you - breathing in your intoxicating scent. Deep down you both knew they'd never bite you. You satisfied a different craving and if they ever lost you their hunger for human flesh would swallow them whole.

"I'm sorry we have to do this, but we can't risk you running out while I'm asleep again."

"It's okay. I know you're just trying to help me get better. I actually really like the idea of being chained to you for the rest of my life. I love you so much, baby. Soon as I get better I promise I'll be the one taking care of you."

"Yea.... I'd like that."

[saeist]

sae has always been private about his life.

whether you were his long time teammate or the press (that he despises so much), you still won't be able to name a handful of things about him.

privacy is something that means so much to sae as he is someone who is always out in the spotlight, cameras and eyes always ogling him and watching his every move when he's out

so that could only mean that your relationship with the midfielder superstar is private. it's private, but it's not a secret. or at least the media or his teammates, hell, everyone around him (including his own manager) doesn't know who you are.

sae would just post a vague picture of your one of many secret little dates. he would literally just post like the table or like the scenery if you two were at the beach or something.

it isn't much but its enough to keep the media fed for awhile on what's going on sae's life behind closed doors

what the people don't know is that you, his significant other, is also well acquainted with the team. as you were their team manager.

that would only mean that you and sae publicly (or at least to the team) interact with each other. just on a professional level. although when sae can't help himself, he does occasionally intentionally brush his fingers against your hand when you give him his towel or water bottle.

it's also the same with your lingering stares when you monitor the team during practice matches.

i mean it's not that anyone would notice either way. you were supposed to look after them at the end of the day.

currently the team was practicing hard for the upcoming match with blue lock. that meant more hours in the training facilities and more time monitoring their status

if we were being honest, you were quite a looker. the team themselves would flirt with you in broad daylight. so much that sometimes aiku couldn't help himself that he has to announce to the whole world that they have a "hot and beautiful manager"

now the question remains of how you managed to bag the sae itoshi. but if sae was being 100% truthful to himself, the question should've been how did sae manage to bag YOU.

there could be so many ways on you and the red head midfielder got together but it just boils down to the fact that you two are so much alike. as corny as it sounds it was like you found your other puzzle piece and vice versa.

you didn't manage to annoy sae with just standing there and it was nice to see some fresh air with the fact you didn't literally did everything in your power as a team manger to get close to him as some previous team managers used to do (at least to him)

and not that sae would admit it (it would hurt his pride) but it did sting a little when his little super star charm didn't work shit on you. you just carried on your manager duties and tended to everyone the same. no special treatment what-so-ever

sae liked the fact you were the first one to initiate this private relationship especially to the team as he was also on the same boat. he wasn't the type to boast his new girlfriend to the team so sae does not mind one bit that your relationship with him is kept under the rug.

as cocky as he is, he absolutely loves the thrill and adrenaline he gets when he is sure that no one is watching, he loves the shared kisses in secluded places like the hallways, your office, hell even in the infirmary. it's the little moments like that makes your relationship exciting

but just like the good things in your relationship, there were also bad ones.

the one thing that sae hates the most is that his own oblivious teammates like to flirt with you right in front of him. he himself is not sure whether or not they were just messing around but something in him just wants to shut them all up at once for good by just kissing you right in front of them.

especially aiku and sendou who can't seem to keep his hands off of you.

the gruesome practice finally ends for the day and all players (minus sae who stayed behind to practice more of his passes) were now on their way back to their own places. you still weren't finished with your daily paperwork about the team's progress so you also stayed behind

"you should finish up soon, i'm almost done typing today's paperwork" you tell your boyfriend who was sweaty as hell. wiping his sweat with his shirt, exposing his toned abdomen for you to see. (it's one of his ways to tease you while you were working. what an ass!)

sae doesn't say anything which was weird because during times like this, he would be the one to strike up conversations as there is no one else in the vicinity besides the two of you. one of your rare moments together during work

"sae?"

"i heard you the first time" he grumbles, grabbing the ball and tossing it to the nearby storage room. you stopped typing and eyed him from your laptop. why was he giving you attitude all of a sudden?

sae silently changes from his sweaty jersey to a new fresh dry-fit shirt and plops down beside you. he watches you finish up what seems to be individual reports about each player before you closed your laptop and leaned back on your chair, stretching your tired limbs after a long day of work.

you don't like how silent he has been so you turn to look at him with raised eyebrows. your silent way of asking him what's wrong

sae shrugs and motions you to lean on him, to which you happily oblige. he wraps an arm around your neck before pulling you in for a messy kiss.

"ew you're sweaty" you tease, giggling as you pull away. sae could only huff as his response before leaning his head on top of yours.

"i don't like how they flirt with you" sae casually brings up, breaking the silence between the two of you. you give him a puzzled look and observed his face in case there was a follow up to that vague statement.

there you noticed the slight hurt? jealousy? something you can't pinpoint in his eyes.

not that you would ever tell this to him but his eyes were always something you look at when he's talking to you as they express the emotions he was really feeling. so this time, his eyes tell you that he feels hurt by the whole ordeal

you grab his hand and intertwine them with yours. "do you want to announce our relationship to the team?" you start fiddling with his slender fingers

sae tightens his grip on your hand and stays silent. you take that as a yes that for the sake of his peace of mind, you will finally get to announce your relationship with him to the team.

"okay, i'll tell them" you smiled softly at your now pouting boyfriend. "let's go home"

the next day rolls in and practice was still gruesome as usual but during the first break of the day, sendou decided it would be the day to ask you out on a date in front of the entire u20 team. in front of sae itoshi too.

you were currently tending to sae who asked for some salonpas and his water bottle when aiku coughs to get your attention.

"hey y/n" aiku calls, a little too loud for your liking if you were being honest. you hum in response as you were busy applying salonpas on his shoulders

"my ace over here has something to say" aiku giddily says before pushing sendou to you, pushing sae out of the way unintentionally

sae's eyes looked like they were about to pop out of their sockets when he watches the scene of sendou casually pulling out a single rose from what seems like under his jersey unfold before his very eyes.

you sat there, a salonpas in hand, dumbfounded at the gesture. aiku is cackling in the background as you listen to sendou recite a love poetry that he made for you

sendou takes your free hand before going down on one knee, "y/n, our beloved, beautiful, manager, will you go out on a date with m–" before sendou could even finish his sentence, a soccer ball comes flying straight to his head.

the whole field turns silent from the recent turn of events.

sendou whips his head towards the perpetrator, "who the fu-"

"she's taken" sae flatly says, walking over to you and giving you a big ol' kiss in front of the whole team. after he pulls away, he purposely stares deep into sendou's eyes. "i'll be the one to take you out on a date"

sendou could only wince at what sae just said. his dignity long gone. aiku didn't help either with the way he was now laughing his fucking ass off to the point he was deadass on the ground crying, holding in his stomach

"sae, you're scaring them" you scold your boyfriend, swatting his face away. sae simply rolls his eyes and purses his lips. "okay everyone, back to practice you boys go" you ushered, promptly removing sae's arm off your shoulders.

sae pouts but it quickly disappears when he suddenly calls out to sendou, again

"oh yeah and hey sendou?" he calls, sendou stops in his tracks and slowly faces the midfielder. "next time, go ask someone who's in your own league. you gravure idol-loving brat" with that, sae runs up to you and gives you a little kiss on the cheek before running back to the field to resume practice

sendou could only mumble words under his breath before aiku drags him away (while still laughing of course) now the only thing sendou needs to take care right now is the upcoming face off challenges for today's practice but from sae's aura, it seems like he's dead meat.

a little rewrite from my old blog <3 ^_^ everyone trend #saeistisback

[magics-neptunes-things]

Fire and Ice

Hi guys!

Yes I know it's me again! I got a request for a story with Leah, so here is a story with Leah.

I'm open to request btw :)

I hope this story will please you, I tried to stick as much as possible to the way I imagine Leah’s dynamique.

Part 2 is HERE :) and the chapter bonus HERE.

Thanks everyone ♥

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New to Arsenal, you’ve only been part of this team since this summer. You left Bayern Munich at the end of you contract and after some hesitation between different clubs, you finally chose Arsenal. Lyon would have loved to hire you too, but you felt that English football was probably better if you wanted to continue to evolve in your career. You're only 21 and hopefully, many years ahead of you.

You were scared at first to be honest, you know the team had a lot of players who already know themselves. But Lia was particularly welcoming to you, playing the role of a little mother. Frida, who is also your teammate in the Norway team, decided to show you her favorite places in London and Alessia who arrived at the same time as you quickly offered to do the exercises in training together.

In reality, your arrival at Arsenal was very smooth even if some personalities continue to impress you a little. For example Leah, Beth or Katie. As a result, you have very little interactions with them, as Leah’s injury has not helped to create a special bond with her. Even if she was present on the day of your presentation to the rest of the group, wanted to welcome you like the others.

You do, however, enjoy evenings organized by your teammates and you go regularly. Far from your family, you don’t know anyone here and it makes you feel less alone.

So here you are, in Leah's appartment with some of the Arsenal girls. You hesitated to come since Frida wasn't here, but Alessia is and hasn’t given you much choice to do otherwise. Leah was in charge of the cocktails and only gave Lia a smirk when she asked her what she put in it. You took the time to discreetly sniff the mixture before bringing it to your lips, pleasantly surprised by the sweetness of the drink. A little misleading though, because after two or three drinks, getting up to go to the toilet took a little longer than usual.

When you came back, you drop on the couch next to Alessia, trying to get back into the conversation. You became bit uncomfortable when you realize that the discussion has turned on the girls being in couple or those who are not. You are single obviously, finding it particularly difficult to have a long-distance relationship, or with one of your teammates. In the case of a breakup, you were always afraid that it would be too complicated for you to handle.

So you say nothing, hoping that hiding behind your glass will save you from possible questions. You are very naive.

"And you, Y/N? You never mention anyone, I guess you're single?"

Beth’s question makes you grimace and you find yourself nervously biting the edge of your plastic glass before answering a simple "Yes".

"Why that?" asks Beth and you just shrugs.

"We should make her up with someone" Katie decide and you can't help but laugh a little.

"I’m a little demanding about my partner"

"Not a problem"

You roll your eyes before taking a new sip of your drink, crossing Leah’s gaze. She seems lost in her thoughts, twirling her glass in her hand. Your eyes cross a split second and you hurry to report it to Katie when she speaks again.

"We should make you profil though. Like in a dating app"

"OMG yes, I going to take something to write!"

Alessia chuckles next to you and you can't help but smile too. You don’t really take this seriously, given everyone’s blood alcohol levels, you’re sure that half of this evening will be forgotten by tomorrow morning. So you decide to play the game with a smile.

"Ok, first question" Beth begin with a notepad and a pen. "What is your house in Hogwarts?"

"How is that even a question?" Katie answers with a disgusting face.

"It's not because you don't like Harry Potter than it's the same for everyone, McCabe"

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You let the two girls ask you questions for twenty minutes, ignoring the departure of several of your teammates. Now it’s just you, Katie, Lotte, Beth, Leah and Alessia.

"Are you a good kisser?" Beth asked, looking over her sheet.

"How am I even supposed to know that?" you ask, giggling.

"I don't know, it's your kissing skills, not mine."

You roll your eyes before answering.

"I've never received any complaints"

"Does it count?" Katie asked while looking at Beth.

"Not really. Is there anyone in this room who can testify to that?"

"What? No!" you laugh softly.

You, in reality, only have two relationship in your life and both didn't end really well. Football keeping you very busy, you maybe weren't a great girlfriend. But that doesn’t mean your first girlfriend’s infidelity should be excused, in your opinion. Anyway, the next sentence coming from Beth's mouth take you back in the reality.

"Maybe we need a sincere testimony from someone we trust…" Katie said thoughtfully.

"Maybe we can make her kiss someone here, now?" Beth answers with the same tone.

"Excuse me?" you ask with a certain concern.

But the two women didn't seem to give it the slightest care, continuing in their dialogue which makes you slightly think of Dupont and Dupond in Tintin.

"Leah is definitely the most experienced of us, she has a hunt board longer than the number of goals scored by Alexia Putellas at FC Barcelona."

"What the fuck?"

This is the first time of the evening that you hear Leah's voice, who had been content until then to make cocktails and dance in the kitchen with Lia and Caitlin. Both of Beth and Katie laugh at her offended face, finally out of their common monologue.

"Come on Leah, you have to kiss Y/N to help her finding love"

"Don't I have any say in this?" you say softly.

Beth’s gaze makes you realize that you don��t really have much of a say, but it’s especially Leah’s piercing gaze that you feel on you that electrifies you. Leah is a very beautiful woman and you must admit that if you hadn't been teammates, maybe you would have thought of her differently. But there is also her assertive and confident personality that can sometimes confuse you, you who is rather quiet and discreet, you are a bit like fire and ice.

But tonight, your eyes meet a few seconds and for once you don't look away. It's even finally Leah who looks away to look at Beth.

"Ok" Leah answers before getting up "But I'm not doing it in front of everyone. Close all your damn pretty eyes"

They all agreed without saying any word, Alessia swaping place with Leah on the couches. The captain waits patiently for everyone to close their eyes, before looking at you.

"You know you don’t have to do this if you don’t want to, right? You're sure you want to?" she asks softly.

So softly that it surprises you at first. And you almost immediately feel overwhelmed by a wave of guilt, after all you are very well placed to know that Leah knows how to take care of the people around her. She showed it to you several times as captain of her team.

"I am" you simply answer, before adding "And you?"

"Hey don't worry about me. Go on" she gives you a smirk of her own and you smile back.

You feel particularly nervous though, becoming a little aware of the situation you’re in. Leah doesn’t seem particularly drunk, but you’re hoping she won’t be mad at you tomorrow when she realizes things. You wait a few more seconds, detailing her face and eyes looking for a trace of hesitation. But you find nothing and you finally decide to break the physical distance between you two.

Your eyes left hers and you look at her lips for a few moments, certainly looking at them for the first time. It doesn't last long however. Like a second after that, you close your eyes, your lips gently touching hers. At this distance, you can smell her perfume and shampoo. Her lips are soft and have the flavor of the cocktail she has prepared for you all evening.

But that’s not what’s calling you.

What's calling you is the way your whole body seems to react to a simple peck with Leah Williamson.

You feel like every part of your body is burning up and asking for more of Leah’s. And that's scared the shit out of you. That’s why you step back after a few seconds, wide-eyed, looking for an explanation on Leah’s face. But you can’t find anything and you can’t even determine the emotion in her eyes.

"Tell us when you're finished" Katie points.

Of course, you forgot about them. Everything that didn’t concern Leah directly had been completely zapped by your brain.

"Shut up. We haven’t even started"

Leah answers for both of you and you hardly swallow, not at all recovering from the emotions you felt. That you still feel. A second later, Leah grabs your face with both hands before kissing you. You don't lose a second before responding to her kiss, your lips moving together with an ease you have never felt before.

It's easy for you to get lost in this kiss, the sensations mixing so much that you completely lose the notion of things. Your hands slide over Leah’s hips and you find yourself sitting on her, your legs on either side of hers.

That doesn’t seem to bother her though, her tong easily finding access to yours. Your lips only separate for a few seconds, until you get enough air to start your dance again. And again.

You could have sincerely spent the rest of the evening - the night - kissing her, but one of them had to realize that you were going to get the attention of your teammates. It was Leah who put an end to the kiss first, snatching from your embrace as breathless as you. You don’t look away this time either when she looks at you, before gently pushing you away so that you find your original place on the couch.

You could have taken this as a gesture of reject, but the smile and wink she offers you when she gets up seems to be there only to reassure you that it’s not. You follow her with your eyes as she discreetly go behind the couch, leaning on her backrest, above where she was sitting until now.

"How is it possible that it lasts so long?" Alessia wines and you smile when you hear Leah's laugh.

The other girls open their eyes and the surprise appears on almost every face by discovering your positioning.

"Did you really think I was going to kiss someone to please you? Well everyone out now, I need my beauty sleep."

Rolling their eyes or grumbling, your teammates obeyed quickly. After exchanging greetings, you follow Alessia who promised to take you home. Still disturbed by these kisses, you can’t help but turn around while closing the front door hoping to meet Leah’s gaze.

You succeed, while she leaned against the central island of her kitchen. The same look as the one she used to look at you earlier appears on her face, but you can’t study it as long as you would like since you feel Alessia’s hand grab your arm, suddenly eager to find her bed.

[honeykaes]

dark red

kaveh x reader II 2.0k

warning: smut, 18+ content, minors do not interact, afab!reader with no set pronouns, heavy angst, character death, hurt no comfort, implied severe depression and untreated mental illness, face-sitting, cunnilingus, body-worship, praise, masturbation, unhealthy coping mechanism, implied alcohol use, unedited

synopsis: kaveh feels as though his life is completely falling apart when he is greeted to a cold and empty home after work, only for you to appear with a smile.

❝ 𝐃𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐠𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐦𝐞 𝐮𝐩, 𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐠𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐮𝐩 ❞

Kaveh couldn’t remember the last time he genuinely smiled. His head felt as though it was spinning as he trudged his way back from meeting a client all day; night full present in Sumeru City. His brain pounded against his skull in loud thumbs that matched his heartbeat. He dug through his pockets, fumbling to feel the familiar cool metal of his key before pulling it out.

Tears pricked at his eyes, overwhelmed by everything and everyone at the moment. His shaky hand struggled to put the key into the hold multiple times before it slid. He lifted his arm to wipe the tears that didn’t go away from his brisk blinking. Trying to blink them away as some managed to escape and cascade down his sun-kissed cheeks, he turned the knob and opened the door.

Silence and darkness greeted him. Not a pin-drop, not a footstep, not a breath beside his own.

Who would have guessed that the most famous architect in the region had a soulless home for himself?

Kaveh let out a sigh as he turned to close the door and flick the switch of the room on. With one deep breath, he turned around to see you in front of him, smiling and head tilted to the side in curiosity.

As if it was magic, just seeing your eyes made him feel lighter—your smile like the sun of the desert soothing the darkness that wanted to consume him. His eyes softened, slowly walked up to you before letting his arms wrap themselves around you. 

“Archons, I missed you…” he murmured, face pressed against your hair spelling the slightly familiar scent of your hair products. You chuckled, returning the gesture.

“How was your day today sweetheart? You don’t seem like you’re in the best of moods if I’m being honest,” you admitted. Kaveh huffed—letting himself stop holding your body—moving to attention on your hands as he felt them tenderly.

“No, just my client. Rich and egotistical as the last one. Every conversation with them is: ‘give me the most expensive thing’, like that’s the most important thing? Practicality and beauty have to work harmoniously,” he scoffed, eyebrows creasing in annoyance.

“I think they just want to sell it off after I work on this building for probably double the price! I would have dropped this case already but…I need the money,” he groaned—closing his eyes—feeling your hand slipping away from his grip and brush against his cheek. He leaned against the touch, slightly pouting.

“They sorta remind me of someone we know…” he scoffed. You let out a laugh, patting Kaveh’s firm chest at his response.

“Come now, you got to give your old roommate some slack. He moved out and let you have this place to yourself. Alhaitham couldn’t have been a monster if he did that for you,” you reminded. Kaveh pouted and sighed dramatically once more, lifting his hands in defeat.

“Fine, I’m not going to talk about him tonight. I got enough stress as it is,” he muttered. Smiling once more, you leaned over placing a kiss on Kaveh’s cheek as his eyes softened once more at your figure.

“Why don’t you go ahead and eat something? Knowing you, you probably haven’t eaten all day again haven’t you—”

Kaveh hummed momentarily pondering your suggestion, letting his hands reach out and travel to your waist, before interrupting you. 

“Honestly, I’d rather get my fill from you. Work was…difficult. I could just use you in my arms for a while,” he revealed. He leaned in as your noses brushed against one another, before slowly moving to claim your lips. The sweet bitterness of booze was on his tongue, as your heads tilted to get closer to one another. His hands pinched at your waist, as he felt your lips curl upwards in the kiss.

When you two leaned away, your lips were glossy—a string of saliva connecting the two of you.

“So please…indulge me for a little while…”

The two of you made haste to the bedroom. You sat on the bed, grabbing onto part of his cape to bring him closer quickly. Your hands made their way under his firm, feeling the cool, smooth skin of his body before helping him lift the shirt off of him. Kaveh hummed, feeling your fingers graze from his pectorals down to his abdomen, tracing the defined curves of his V-line.

Kaveh shivered as goosebumps coated his body, cock beginning to brim with life as it pressed against his black slacks. As your hands settled on the waistband of his pants, Kaveh gently grabbed them to stop them from going further.

“Not this time lovely. Like I said, please let me indulge myself,” he cooed. With a gentle touch, Kaveh slowly began to peel the layers of your clothing off of it, letting them fall and adorn the tile floor.

He slowly crawled on top of you, letting his lips brush against the various curves and imperfections of your body. His touch was delicate, tracing around any freckle, any mole, any birthmark as if to say he noticed and loved them too.

“You don’t know how lucky I am to have you in my life. I’m so grateful for every inch of you,” he whispered, lips making their way to your neck. He smiled, feeling your body trembling, as his thumb grazed against your slit. He could feel the wetness beginning to pool from your cunt.

”Think you can do something for me joon-am…” he whispered in their ear. You curiously nodded as he plopped himself on the bed, hand stroking at your thigh.

”I’m going to need you to sit right here for me darling…” gesturing to his smiling face. You snorted, feeling your face as your laughter filled the room. His cheeks reddened, yet he couldn’t bother to focus on his embarrassment when your laughter sang out as a song to him.

”So that’s what you meant by meal…” you replied. Kaveh chuckled, slightly embarrassed as he rubbed the back of his shoulder nervously. 

You shifted your body, so your hips hovered above his face. You saw you shiver as his hot breaths stared at your wet puffy folds, begging to be savored and appreciated. His hands snaked up to your waist as he opened his mouth wide before you gently let yourself sit on top of it. 

A gasp is ripped from you as Kaveh’s tongue swirls against your drooling slit, lapping up any bit of your slick that managed to fall in his mouth. He flattened his tongue against your clit, swiping the muscle from side to side. You grabbed onto the sheets as your hips shifted and ground on his face, desperate for any more friction.

Kaveh's hips bucked, as precum began to smear, causing a spot on his pants to darken in color. You guide his hands from your waist to the mounds of your chest. He slightly squeezed them, rolling your pebbling nipples with his thumb as he continued to lap you up. 

His lips circled against the sensitive nub, sucking on it while he let his tongue roll fast circles on it. Another loud moan is ripped from your lips—your pitch getting higher and higher. He knew you were getting close.

He sucked, letting the loud noise of slurping your essence to join the sinful harmony of your moans before continuing to suck and toy with your clit. Your thighs pressed against his cheeks, nails raking against the satin sheets of the bed before your back arched.

“Kaveh. Kaveh! ‘aveh. Kav-ah…!” you babbled out, shutting your eyes tight. Your body trembled, finally reaching your high as you continued to squirm on top of his face. He pushed through his jaw hurting to continue to slurp and drink your essence as if he was starved.

As you let out a shaky sigh, recovering from before, you lifted your hips greeted with the dopey smile Kaveh had on his face; the lower half smeared with your slick. You get off of him, allowing him to take a few deep breaths before wiping his face with his hand, and lapping the excess slick clinging onto him with his tongue.

“Satisfied?” you asked him, propping yourself to the side. Kaveh’s scarlet eyes flickered up to you, grinning.

“Of you? Always,” he murmured back. He let his hands run themselves along the curve of your body, pressing kisses against your neck. With his free hand, he slowly removes his soiled pants and underwear, letting them fall to the group. His cock pulsated, twitching on its own, as it leaned against the globe of your ass. It smeared some of his precum budding at his flushed tip. 

Kaveh’s thumb pressed against your puffy folds, pressing one to the side to give him better access. He watched as your hole pulsated before moving his tip against it and slipping inside. He groaned deep in your ear, slowly seething his cock inside of you before he bottomed out. He moved his hand away, resting it between the globe of your ass and your waist.

“Archons, I never want to forget this feeling,” Kaveh whined, leaning in closer in a desperate attempt to get even deeper inside of you. He slowly thrusted, as he continued to wander and appreciate your form. He could feel their warmth sucking them up, urging him to plow harder and deeper inside of you.

He grunted, lifting your leg to satiate part of his urges, watching his cock continue to disappear inside of you—glistening in your essence. Your hand dipped down, grazing against your overstimulated clit as you rubbed tight circles against it. Kaveh could feel your body quiver as you leaned your head further against the pillow, beginning to lose yourself.

“More…Kaveh, please!” you begged out. His cock brushed against your walls. Your body jolted as he rocked himself in a certain spot, walls fluttering and tightening against him. He moaned, continuing to fight the urge to thrust faster. 

He wanted to make love to you, not just to fuck you.

Your body began to shift once more as Kaveh’s hand pressed you firmly against him. With a cry, your walls caved down, reaching your high once more. As your walls clamped down against him, his pace grew slightly faster before he shoved his face in your nape. With a muffled groan of your name, his hips bucked one final time.

”(Y/n)...(Y/n)....(Y/n)!”

As white-hot pleasure flashed throughout him, snapping his eyes shut, his hips rocked as ropes of cum shot from him. He sighed, staring down at his hand tightly wrapped around his softening cock.

The once euphoria that hit him seemed to be gone in an instant, the familiar cold and dark house back here again.

How long had he been hallucinating you to cope? How many months has it been since you passed?

You would never be there to greet him from work as he complained about clients, his old roommate. You would never be there to motivate him to take better care of himself. Remember to eat, not drink as much, not take life as seriously, and enjoy the moment.

As Kaveh sighed, moving his head to press against your old pillow, tears began to welp in his eyes once more.

Your scent that once kept him okay seemed completely gone now. He tried so hard to mimic your old oils and lotions but it was always off. Why couldn’t you have left him with that at least? At least he could fall asleep better pretending you were sleeping soundly next to him.

It never was that same scent you used when you were alive, lying next to him without a care in the world…

…And a smile on your face.

His bloodshot eyes flickered to a picture. A photo of you and him, smiling brightly underneath the ornate sugar cloth at your wedding.

He couldn’t hold back the tears anymore

Kaveh curled in a ball, tears pouring from his eyes as if it were an endless faucet. His body trembled, hands covering his face—exhausted and incomplete; alone and so lost without you.

After all these years, it seemed he finally understood his mother.

❝ 𝐎𝐧 𝐦𝐞, 𝐈 𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐲𝐨𝐮, 𝐛𝐚𝐛𝐲 ❞

[curatoroffiction]

What You’ve Hidden Part 2

This is a continuation of a story I started writing in response to a post made here. (Which is where you’ll find Part 1 of this story) This is based off of @underqualified-human’s post on their “? Yuu AU” concept, and was really fun to write! I definitely love harassing Crowley. I know I write a lot of anti-Crowley propaganda, but I fuckin’ love his character. He’s such a slimeball and I love it. XD Storytime stops before Idia’s chapter because it hasn’t been released to the English version yet.

----- Story is reader-insert, gender-neutral, and is also a continuation of an existing chunk of story I already wrote. The boys discuss how much they really know the Ramshackle Prefect. That is, until the prefect arrives on the scene and begins to explain themself.

----- The conversation quickly moved from a lighthearted conversation about the Ramshackle prefect to a cautious journey embarking through the group's delicate notions of trust.

"I don't buy it - ___ can't lie. They're too honest." Ruggie shrugs. He's never seen you lie in a way that mattered. You were always so straightforward with him and everyone else in Savannaclaw, even when it probably would've benefitted you to lie. "They're not a goody two-shoes, but they sure aren't about to pull off a scheme."

Jamil on the other hand is now rethinking everything he knows about you. "On the contrary, I've found them to be quite.. Crafty, when they needed to be." He shakes his head thinking back to how you so easily would sneak out of containment prior to his overblot. How you could escape and even collect help. He starts connecting the dots on how you always seem to know just where to look or who to talk to in order to collect help. One could say it's fate, but it was hard for him to believe in fate after meeting you.

"... They *are* capable of lying.. Lying well, at that.." Riddle murmurs, not comfortable with the conversation's route, but incapable of stopping himself from treading into these waters as people talk more about it. "When Ace and Deuce want something kept hidden, they're very good at hiding things from people." His brow furrows as he thinks on the last dorm inspection.

"Well that at least tells us they're loyal to their friends!" Kalim smiles big, refusing to fret. "And that's all I need to know to enjoy their company."

"Are they loyal to their friends? Or are they just loyal to their resources?" Azul once again steers the conversation into the depths.

"Friends! If they were just looking for power, they wouldn't have helped Ace and Deuce when they got in trouble with you, right?" Kalim cocks his head to the side, looking to Azul with genuine confusion. It wasn't hard to imagine what motivated you in his eyes.

"Mmm.. I'm not so sure about that." Jade starts delving into this thought exercise. "Through those two, ___ got a chance to interact with Riddle, which dragged him into their scuffle with Leona - Which was the primary reason it wasn't a disaster. Leona helped with Azul, Azul helped with Jamil, Jamil helped with Vil, and so on..." Many of the dormleaders had never heard of the intertwining threads of their interactions with the prefect, or how perfectly it all seemed to meld together.

This starts to garner some genuine concern, causing even Malleus and Kalim to think on the coincidental nature. It's a little too perfect.

The guys are quiet as they feel themselves consumed with the idea that you might actually be a complete stranger. Someone who has come so close to them all, snaking your way in with ulterior motives. However, they each process the concept very differently.

Riddle just flat out refuses to believe it. He thinks Azul's being paranoid and that you'd have no real reason to lie to him. And even if his overblot put you off from him, you'd have no real reason to lie to Ace and Deuce. No, Azul's the one being paranoid here, and he won't get dragged down with it.

Trey feels like it's a nonsense consideration. Even if you weren't genuine when you first met everyone here, you surely warmed up with time - Isn't that just how being a social person works? No one puts all their cards out on the table without reason. He's got no reason to doubt you.

Leona on the other hand, lets his mind dance on the edge of the idea. He'd seen firsthand how you can change your tune if you need or want to. You're not above forcing people's hands, but.. You also don't really subscribe to the "Work smarter not harder" mantra that it really takes to scheme. You put too much effort into the things you do to be someone who isn't, on some level, genuine. Still, he underestimated you once, and doesn't make mistakes like that twice.

Ruggie on the other OTHER hand figures there's no reason to worry. Hell, he's fake as hell when he wants to be. As far as he's concerned, everyone's got a grift, and it'd be nice to hear you had one too. Even if your friendship was founded on a lie, he doesn't care. You've never treated him like he owed you, and you saved his life from Leona lashing out at him. As far as he's concerned, that makes you someone worthy of respect at the least.

Jade himself doesn't really care either which way. He likes you and is amused by you, but whether you value him as a friend or not matters very little to him. If he wants to deal with you, he will. He doesn't need an invitation or prior rapport. Still, he likes to think he knows you well. Even if he doesn't know your real name, he knows how to poke and prod you to get desired responses, and at the end of the day, isn't that enough?

Kalim's bothered by the prospect. He shakes his head outright refusing to even consider a world where you were disingenuous. Still, his mind thinks on Jamil. Someone he's held dear to his heart since he was a very young child was able to fool him and use him and control him. ... He doesn't like the idea that there could be secrets you keep from him. Still, if you do have secrets, maybe there's a good reason for it. Maybe you're afraid? Or you just need a safe place to open up? Maybe he just needs to be a better friend.

Jamil furrows his brow in thought. He'd overlooked you once, only to be surprised, and much like Leona, he doesn't make that mistake twice. But unlike Leona, he has to care as far as Kalim's wellbeing is concerned. He doesn't think you'd ever do anything to hurt Kalim, considering you once tracked him down to give him treasure that Kalim tried to sneak to you. If you were in it for the money, you'd have never done that. Plus, there were plenty of times that you could have hurt Kalim by now and you didn't. If you were some kind of physical threat, you'd have struck by now. But if it's a power grab, what kind of power triumphs over money?

Vil's not intensely bothered by the idea of you using every tool in your arsenal to collect strength. If you really were so quietly calculated, it'd be something to applaude. A fake smile here, a warm grin there, you're bound to make useful connections. It's no surprise to him that you were able to make useful connections that echoed forward. He finds himself annoyed with Azul's persistence on the matter, figuring that Azul himself has been bothered by this and is now trying to make it everyone else's problem. People often try to project their insecurities onto the people around them.

Rook on the other hand is delighted at the prospect. If you suddenly showed yourself to have a side that even he couldn't see coming, what a rush that would give! Maybe he should poke and prod you more. Maybe he needs to test the waters and see what really makes you tick? People often let the most real facets of themselves surface under pressure..

Idia already had like 20 fears centered around dealing with people going into this conversation - Most of which had to do with them lying to him already. This machiavelean web of social warfare that Azul is painting just gives him a headache. It's like when the business man thinks he's onto something in boardgame club and just won't relent. Idia may not have a high social self esteem, but he knows Azul well enough to not let this get under his skin. At least, that's what he tells himself. It's hard to not be bothered by the idea, but he won't get taken for one of Azul's wild rides.

Ortho's only bothered by this line of conversation because it implies that you could lie in a way that tricks his censors - And that just isn't like you at all! But any attempt to protect your good name is just met with Azul shrugging and saying 'Anything is possible, I suppose.'

Malleus is the only one who is really torn asunder by this conversation. At first, he was offended that anyone could think that way about you, being your fiercest protector in the matter, but then it hit him that you've always been a bit weird. You've never been scared of him - Was that an act? How could he ever really know? He knew he wasn't just a means to an end, but he had no clue if you befriended him genuinely or not. Did you really not know who he was when you met? Or was that a ploy? Whatever the case could be, he's gutted at the idea that you could be anything less than a friend.

Lilia isn't bothered by the idea. He pretends to be someone he isn't all the time. It's good fun! Even people who've spent their lives hiding their true selves in favor of a false self give away truths. He is, however, bothered by the dark look on Malleus' face coupled by the thunder of the rolling clouds outside. "I mean, everyone has something to hide, don't they, Azul?" His tone is more pointed, as though he'd uncover Azul's secrets for all to see if he answers incorrectly.

A shiver runs down Azul's spine at Lilia's sharper gaze, surprising him with the reaction. ".... Yes, but when someone knows all of our secrets, shouldn't we get to know at least SOME of their's?" He looks to the others to back him up, but isn't getting much help.

He can't be the only one bothered by this, right?

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The group is deep in thought when you arrive. You step into the room and all eyes are on you. Grim gulps from your shoulder, looking at all the staring eyes. Even he can't ignore the palpable energy of the room. ".. Did we miss somethin'?" He asks tentatively.

Azul takes the lead, snaking his way beside you with a big smile. "Of course not! We were just discussing how we don't seem to know anything about you, ___. Tell us about yourself?"

You take a glance around the room, which seems to confirm Azul's claim that the room is waiting for you to talk about yourself. "...." You blink. ".. What do you wanna know?"

"Well, your name, where's it come from? What's it mean? Tell us about it."

Your eyes narrow as you look at the businessman, who laughs off your suspicions. With Azul, there's always an angle. They must've had a bet about your name. Your eyes relax as you look around the room of your friends. Riddle looks annoyed with the octopus man. Trey gives a quiet shrug like 'I dunno why this guy is being weird'. Leona looks more annoyed with Azul than he does with you, but Ruggie seems interested in hearing you explain your answer. Azul is frevently awaiting an answer, Jade making his biggest creepiest smile to the side as his eyes won't budge from you. Kalim looks somewhere between distressed and excited. Jamil looks like he's trying his hardest to look indifferent, but you know by the way he glances at you that he's invested in your answer.

Vil actually moves to shoo Azul away from your shoulder as he takes over the conversation. "Azul's been 'kind' enough to express that we don't know much about you or where you came from. You came here so abruptly, and you had so little to your name in ways of protection. It's still an amazing mystery to us as to how you adapted so well." Quite the improv actor, Vil smoothly transitions you into the conversation with the grace of a socialite. While he's not bothered by the idea of you being cunning and cutthroat, he IS bothered by the idea that Azul might slip up and make it appear as though the entire group is worried. Besides, any chance to get to know you better is a gift.

Rook smiles delightedly as Vil takes over. If there's anything you're hiding, they'll surely be able to sense it. "Ah yes, Trickster, you fascinate with how otherworldly you are! Please tell us more about yourself. How DID you acclimate so well?"

Idia feels sick to his stomach. More social nonsense is piling up. And on the one day Ortho convinced him to come in-person to one of these meetings. He can't just check out and play a game as things are heating up, so he's stuck just looking visually awkward and avoiding your gaze. Ortho looks determined, but happy to see you. He waved when you first came in, which signaled everyone that you were there in the first place. Now that things are getting weird, he's just excited to have a chance to monitor your vitals while you're under questioning, so he can prove to the others that you're not lying.

If you're lying, he'll know.

Malleus looks like he's stuck in his own head and upset over something. Deep in thought - When he finally looks to you, his eyes melt a little and the storm temporarily relaxes. Lilia's more concerned with how strong Malleus' reaction to this than whatever you could possibly hide from them. He does find it amusing that he could scare Azul with just a judgemental glance though, and files that away as something fun to do if the young octopus man's antics cause Malleus or you grief. He's got thousands of years of judgemental dad looks stashed away for such an occasion.

"Well, uh.." You're not sure what question to answer, so you just answer Vil's because he's less creepy about it. "I just did what I could to survive. I'm as surprised as anyone that I've been able to last this long." And it's true - Everything you've done has been on the fly. Ever since arriving in Wonderland, you've found yourself in increasingly strange circumstances. You shrug, sorry that you don't have a better answer.

"But surely, you must have had something - Skills you've relied on, plans you've laid out. Things that helped you survive through the messes you've encountered?" This time, it's Rook speaking up, trying to coax more out of you.

"Not really, no. I showed up and had a flaming monster thrown at me, I held him up by the scruff of his neck and Crowley dubbed me as his handler. I was given a job as a janitor, and I'd have done it just fine, but Grim wasn't having it and threw a fit. We got in trouble for it and got a bigger workload with Ace. Then he dragged Deuce into the mess and we all got expelled.." You recount your first week here at Night Raven College.

No one ever really heard the story of what happened when you got here before.

You were a janitor? Crowley didn't let you be a student? But you came through the mirror! You couldn't even go home! The frustration of the fear that you're anything but genuine slowly bubbles away as they begin to find themselves annoyed with Crowley and his handling of the situation.

"If I got expelled, Crowley was gonna throw me out, and I had nothing, so I had to do what he told me to in order to stick around. We went to the mines, fought an overblot monster that seemed ancient, and got a magestone to replace the one we broke. From there, I was pretty ride or die for Ace and Deuce." You shrug.

Azul isn't having it though. "That explains why you got involved when they had trouble with Riddle, by why did you get involved when Savanaclaw was scheming?" He won't forget that you've somehow endeared everyone here to you.

"Crowley showed up at my door and told me to figure out why students were getting hurt. When I told him 'Nah', he blackmailed me with my food budget."

The room's stunned to silence.

".... Crowley.. *blackmailed* you?" Riddle's the first to speak up, and he's appalled and pissed. That whole ordeal was incredibly dangerous! He knew Crowley was slimy from time to time, but you didn't even have magic! That goes against several regulations!

"With your food budget no less.." Trey looks disturbed. Ruggie's big grin from earlier is gone.

You shrugged once again, desensitized to the idea. "I didn't want to get involved, but then I had to."

None of them can sense a lie off of you, but they're all listening attentively. They need to know more. How do the threads of fate connect you to them?

"What about after that? You didn't really need to help Ace and Deuce when Azul's plans came to fruition." Jade now speaks up, curious. "Surely, if you were scraping to survive at that point, it would have been easier to just ignore and let them fall to their own stupidity. It would even be a great lesson for them, yes?"

"I wasn't gonna get involved that time either - You're right, they deserved a lesson. Even Grim got in trouble there, but I was so tired at that point."

"So what happened??" Kalim asks eagerly, moving closer to listen, like his ears can't hear you if he can't see you well enough.

"Crowley again. Said faculty couldn't get involved because Azul wasn't technically breaking any rules, and he needed the problem fixed. Once again, I told him no and he threatened my housing security."

Malleus' eyes narrow. The storm outside is slowly building again, but this time for a very different reason. Azul feels sheepish. At every turn, you were being threatened and forced into involving yourself in the lives of the other students. So then why were you still so friendly? Ortho's eyes have gotten frustrated at the idea of what you're telling them. He's visibly upset. Rook is stone silent as you have every ounce of his attention.

"And with Jamil..?" Ruggie jabs a thumb in the direction of the long-haired boy from the sands.

"Crowley told me I had to keep the school's heating running while everyone was away, and I barely was able to remind him to get me food for the winter break. Even then, he held it as a reward I had to earn. He gave me a cellphone in case there was an emergency, but the damn thing was on the worst possible plan, and he never picked up when I called him. Kalim invited us to the dorm for a feast, and Grim and I were so hungry that I decided to let him treat us. When we got there, we got roped into everything.."

"But you escaped. You could have just stayed away at that point." Jamil finally speaks up, remembering the events. He's embarrassed by his actions, but he needs to know why you came back.

You throw a thumb towards Azul. "Yeah, but I only escaped because I accidentally flew the magic carpet into Octavinelle, and Azul made me take him back because he had his own agenda. I didn't wanna be indebted to him for the damage the carpet did, and I didn't trust him enough to return the carpet safely, so I begrudgingly obliged and got roped into bullshit again."

Azul looks embarrassed as once again the attention's all on him. This conversation is more exposing him for his shady bullshit than you for yours.

Luckily, he's saved by Vil speaking up once again; "With my.. incident - You were pushed into it by Crowley again, yes?"

"Yeah. Your troupe needed a place to stay, and my dorm was the only one equipped for it. I wanted to stay as far out of your way as possible, but it was kind of impossible when I was named as the manager and you knew where I slept. You whipped everyone into shape, and even pushed me to do my best, lest I find my snacks.. uh.."

"Tampered with as punishment." Jamil nods, remembering the spell Vil had been using. You were in a tough situation, and once again you made the call that allowed you your best chance of survival.

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Before you can explain anything further, a familiar voice can be heard.

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"Hello my gracious students! Thank you all for coming to this meeting!" Crowley has finally arrived. Half an hour late. He opens his eyes from his delight to find several people staring at him with malice. He blinks and gulps down his nerves. "... I seem to have missed something." ----- If you like stories like this, check out the rest of my collection in my Masterlist on my profile, or check out my stuff on AO3! https://archiveofourown.org/users/CuratorOfFiction

[hwanchaesong]

High school football player!vernon railing you in the lockers room after his opponent tries to hit on you👀 vernon making you moan so loud so that guy would know you were his

tbh, i wanted to be a soft vernon stan but he proves it difficult every damn time. BUT YES! I LOVE THIS IDEA SO MUCH 😭

he wanted you to watch his game, as we all know, you're his lucky charm. in every game of his where you can attend, he genuinely does well and becomes the mvp (he's good already, it's just that he wants to show you he's the best so he puts his best foot forward. he wants you to see him as the best among the rest)

and as usual, you, supporting him in his game made him the happiest man alive. his energy is at the top, especially when they won and he was crowned as the best player for that day.

though, he wasn't exactly keen on that one certain player with the jersey #8.

seungcheol was it?

now, he's not one to get jealous. vernon is usually poised and can keep his temper in check. but man, were the gods testing him today?

during the game, he noticed how Seungcheol kept on looking in your direction. which should not be unusual since you were so loud, cheering vernon and his team. what irked him is that the other man kept on checking for your reactions whenever he did something great in the field.

what really set him off was when the guy had the audacity to come to you after the game.

the fuck is going on?

you were supposed to run up to him, and he'll hug you, lift you, spun you around then give you a big kiss on the lips.

looks like a kiss won't suffice tho, his blood boiling when he saw you interact with the male with a big smile.

oh, you are so gonna regret it.

"ah! vernon, please be more gentle!" you whined quietly, trying to keep your voice in check but really, it doesn't even help since the loud clacking of the lockers is a dead giveaway of what is happening inside the room?

"gentle?" vernon stopped his movements and leaned down to your ear, whispering in a dangerous tone, "you were basically asking for this when you decided to talk to that guy."

what guy? seungcheol?

then it came down to you, your boyfriend was jealous. and now, he's pouring that frustration on you.

and you love every single moment of it.

"but- but-" you tried to explain yourself, to no avail as his free hand wrapped themselves on your neck and the other snaked down to viciously rub your bundle of nerves.

a pathetic squeak came out of your lips, "no more buts. now be a good girl moan for me, yeah?"

his hips started moving again at a relentless pace, the hand on your neck stimulating you even more.

you gasped for air, your voice getting louder every second making vernon smirk, "now that's my baby girl. keep going."

his encouragement is like a gift, and if you're going to be honest, it spurred you on. not caring anymore if someone hears you.

"yell my name if you can, baby." vernon murmured, "let everyone know who you belong to."

you bet you did shout his name as you milked around his length. giving you a well earned kiss from your lovely boyfriend.

[prince-kallisto]

My cope is so severe that I’m making up possibilities for Crowley to show up in the Playful Land event 😭 Please Yana I’m begging

1. Once all the students return to NRC from Playful Land, Crowley is there to scold everyone for skipping class.

2. The teachers come to rescue the students, although it seems unlikely considering Playful Land is set up at Sage’s Island’s port

3. idk….FERRO KIDNAPPED NRC STUDENTS FOR CROWLEYS/NRC’S ATTENTION?!? 😭😭😭

Hmmm jokes aside (I’m not kidding I want ferro and Crowley interactions so badly), the kidnapping of NRC students specifically is interesting. Ferro puts everyone’s guard down by saying he’s not powerful enough to be a threat to the magic of NRC students. I’m guessing he’s a bit older than Leona because he calls Leona a little boy, so it’s very interesting to see an older mage outside of NRC.

So far, Ferro claims that Playful Land is a “mobile amusement park,” basically a ship on water. He also says Playful Land is full of magic, so any magic like the costume changes aren’t his magic, but the islands. I personally doubt this- mostly because I can’t imagine how a ship would function like that, but Ace also says that he’s never seen Playful Land before, even yesterday. It just appears out of no where during sunrise t. I’m thinking Playful Land and the costumes themselves are illusions or creations of his magic. (Side note, apparently Disney made a little retelling of the “Emperor’s New Clothes” story using Honest John and Gideon as the scammers who give the king “invisible clothing,” and only people who respect the king can “see” how magnificent and gorgeous the clothes are)

@moonlightequin1 has pointed out on Twitter that Ferro may have some sort of resentment of NRC students, as the novels go more into detail of just how hard it is for mages to get accepted at NRC. This, and we have to remember how little of TWST’s population can use magic. TWST’s society may value different types of magic. Much like how the arts are treated irl, perhaps Ferro’s flamboyant illusion/show magic is seen as frivolous and useless. Ferro and Gidel are clearly struggling to get by, at least based on the state of their clothes, so perhaps Ferro has resorted to underhand schemes with his magic to survive and take care of Gidel.

Im still unsure of where the story is going and what their backstories will entail, but I wonder if Ferro was someone who was considered to have “potential” in magic, and perhaps even wanted to attend a school for it. If Playful Land really is a result of his magic, it’s really quite impressive and beautiful actually, and it’s a shame how undervalued his magic is. Targeting NRC students seems quite ambitious to me…especially with how hard it is to actually get to Sages Island. I wonder if he’s trying to send a message by kidnapping these students, or perhaps even get the attention from a prestigious magic school like NRC (lol I want him to admire Crowley so bad but I’m so delulu)

[shall-we-die]

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↬|William|

• He really wants to marry his s/o, move to a lovely town somewhere in England and raise a bunch of kids together. He dreams of taking his child(ren) to a park and playing tag with them and building a house and a garden with them.

• After his s/o managed to get through to him, he realised that he has someone who accepts him no matter what and that there is still some light in the world. He has a bit of hope for the first time in a long while.

• Maybe things won't go as badly as he always assumed they would. And if they do, he won't have to deal with them alone... not again.

• William is actually a very family oriented person, and he hopes in the future to have one or more of his own. He always dreamt of having children. However he can't imagine them being happy with the man he currently is. {"I can't have children. My children would hate me. I'm too broken to raise another human being. How can I protect and shape a soul when mine is so corrupted?"}

• But he knows that he can't do everything alone, and he knows that suicide won't be an option after getting together with this beloved ones. He'll do everything he can to make them happy and to make himself happy. He'll work hard to achieve his dreams just so he can spend the rest of his life at their side.

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↬|Albert|

• Albert pictures their future as one that's peaceful and quiet, filled with all the small, but meaningful interactions that make up a good life.

• Albert and his s/o share a drink in the afternoon, go out to eat at a cafe and watch a theatre performance. He'll listen to them gush about their day and show his appreciation for them through affectionate comments.

• He'll take part in a friendly debate or two with his lover, then settle in for a quiet night, with nothing but each other's company to keep them entertained.

• Albert is a hopeless romantic who believes in the true purity and magic of love. He's not afraid to admit it, and in the future, he would love to settle down and live in peace and happiness with his one true love who he believes is out there somewhere, waiting just for him.

• He also wants to be the head of a large and happy family, with his children growing up to be as kindhearted, honest, and strong as he is.

• Albert and his future s/o will lead a life full of love, happiness and adventure together. They'll be the head of a large and loving family, with lots of children who are as kindhearted, honest and brave as Albert is.

• They'll never want for anything, and even when hard times may come their way, they'll be able to get through it together. Albert and his s/o will face the world together, as partners, and nothing will ever tear them apart.

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↬|Louis|

• He envisions spending the rest of his life with his s/o, experiencing countless moments and memories with them, living in harmony and love.

• Louis’ future with his s/o involves not only their own happiness and fulfilment, but also the happiness and peace of others in their community.

• He imagines creating a loving and harmonious environment for them and everyone around them, one that’s absent of conflict and stress, where everyone can live peacefully and free from worry.

• Louis also visualises his and his s/o’s future selves to be well-adjusted individuals who are emotionally and intellectually stable, always striving to better themselves, helping one another and always working towards the betterment of their community.

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↬|Sebastian|

• Sebastian likes to fantasize that his eventual future would be living in a big mansion with his future s/o somewhere in the countryside.

• Sebastian imagines his future with his s/o to be full of excitement and adventure. He envisions them traversing the globe together, exploring exotic countries and cultures, and never staying in one place for very long.

• Their home away from home will be a luxury yacht that they use to travel from port to port, with their love for one another ever present. He looks forward to all the exciting memories they will make together and the new and unexpected experiences they will have.

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↬|Sherlock|

• Sherlock's ideal relationship seems to be one that involves a lot of banter and playful teasing. He loves the feeling of mutual trust and understanding. He would prefer a partner that is able to play off his wit and hold their own in a verbal duel.

• He wants someone sharp-witted and willing to do a bit of light-hearted arguing for the joy of it. He wants a partner to solve difficult cases with. He would like for his partner to be his equal (as Sherlock tends to struggle with a partner having any kind of authority over him), and he would also love for his partner to be independent.

• In his mind, he pictures them growing old together. They would continue solving cases, and Sherlock would spend most of his free time playing his violin.

• Sherlock can be very playful and light-hearted at times, especially when he is in his most relaxed state. He enjoys teasing people in general, but especially his partner.

• However, even as teasing and joking is a sign of affection for him, he also craves deep conversations to be able to understand and connect with his s/o on a more personal and meaningful level.

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↬|John|

• John, as usual, is a man of many ideas and emotions. He is a romantic and loves nothing more than daydreaming about his future with his partner.

• However, when reality comes knocking the good doctor finds himself a mess of contradictions. He is torn between wanting to settle down and having his own children, and wanting to go around in the world healing and saving as many people as possible.

• He wants nothing more than to be close to his partner, but he also doesn't want to burden them or get in the way of their dreams. His hopes for their future are like a messy pile of his notes and notebooks.

• John craves stability and consistency in his life, but he's rarely able to provide it for himself. He worries that his constant changes of career and hobbies will make his partner question their future together, though he also knows that he cannot and will not compromise on wanting to be with them.

• He struggles to find a middle ground between his desire for happiness and his desire for purpose. Deep down, though, all he really wants is to be able to wake up every morning, see their beautiful face next to him, and feel complete.

• John, in the end, tends to side with wanting a family of his own. But he isn't one to put his desires on his partner, and more so hopes that they will come to the decision on their own.

• He wants children someday, or so he believes, but only if it will make his S/O happy. He is deeply in love and is always happy to make his partner happy at the cost of his own happiness. In theory, anyway. When his partner is happy everything is good in the world. If he is happy is an afterthought.

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Dick and Jason have a STRONG brother-complex when it comes to each other. Canonically speaking, both "pairs" of brothers are about seven years apart. Dick is around seven years older than Jason, Tim is about seven years older than Damian. But. All things considered Tim and Damian have a pretty healthy (as healthy as it can get with protective Bats and uh, the whole "I tried to kill you" thing) brother relationship. In fact, Bruce, Cassie, anyone who knows them well enough, including themselves, consider their relationship the ideal type of relationship two Bat-bros can have.

Dick and Jason? They have never been normal about each other. Not once in their lives. The way they fight with each other is as though they cannot STAND the idea of the other being alive but they also can't stand the idea of anyone else fighting the other the way they fight each other. These two could say the absolute most heinous shit to each other, stuff other people would be TERRIFIED to ever even bring up to one of them. And afterwards? They act like that shit never happened. They could've just beat each other the fuck up and they'll just shrug it off and go get some lunch or something. No fucks given for what anyone else has to say.

Except, everyone else around them DOES have shit to say. And its along the lines of "You two are stupidly toxic to one another, stop interacting for a while and get your shit together". Its an intervention. But no. Anyone says this to either of them they are immediately defensive to the max. Like who tf are you to tell me what I should and shouldn't be doing with MY brother???

Let's make this wholesomely toxic. Where Dick and Jason's relationship appears volatile and abusive to outsiders, but for them it's nothing so cruel despite all the cruelties that get woven into all their interactions.

For them, their relationship is safe. Healthy? No, but that's not the point. Dick and Jason are controlled dangers to one another; a reprieve from bluster and bravado and professionalism, from too-close calls and the frustrations of not making a damn difference despite the effort made. Others might not understand, but they don't need to. Dick and Jason provide stability; they're a safety net, a lighthouse, a punching bag. Whatever is needed.

The both of them respond well to violence: both with taking it and doling it out, though if Jason is honest - one of them might like taking it a bit more; one of them might like throwing down a bit more, too.

That besides, Jason provokes fights when he needs to. Both for himself but also for Dick because Dick has appearances to keep up; the burden of expectations, golden boy that he is. He makes up for it by making himself available when Jason needs him though. It's a fair trade off.

Jason notices that Dick is teetering on that tightrope he walks, overburdened and overlooked - not so much buckling beneath the strain of the world's problems thrust upon him as he is flighty because with their line of work? It's easy to get discouraged and frustrated and angry because of disappointment and perceived failure because nothing changes.

And Jason? He's always been sensitive to the small tells - a defensive mechanism from childhood that never left him. So he notices that Dick isn't himself. He also notices that no one is helping him.

While that's not necessarily anyone's fault because Dick is notoriously (to Jason) controlled, it's sad. Dick is a showman at heart and he knows how to fool the people he wants to fool, but there should be someone else that notices besides Jason.

But there isn't, so Jason steps up.

Picking a fight just so that Dick can get angry and let go of some of that rage he clings to so tightly. Giving Dick something to be violent with and someone to direct all that wrath towards. And it's fine because Jason can take it. Jason takes it greedily, almost.

Because it's a sight to see Dick lose control and get angry and violent. It's something Jason taunts Dick about to rile him further, making jabs at how Dick is a golden boy tarnished ('better tarnished than buried,' Dick retorts and Jason barks out a laugh at the biting savagery in the quip, snarling with a busted lip and bloody teeth. Jason learns that he likes when Dick gets mean - he thinks he might have always, to be honest).

Jason can take a beating. He can take as much as Dick wants to give and then some. And Jason knows it's twisted, but it gets his heart racing: the fight, the thrill, the challenge and struggle, a back and forth that ends with bruised jaws and bared teeth and heaving chests regardless of who started what or who needed it.

It's just them with lifted chins and mean smiles at scathing words of accusation and degradation and it never fails that Jason feels electric afterwards, especially when he can see how he made Dick work for it - beating Jason's ass (and in a similar vein, with how Jason is the reason the tension in Dick's shoulders is less; how Jason is the reason behind how Dick looks warm and wild and wonderful after fighting tooth and nail).

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Rise - Part Three

A Rafe Cameron Series

Chapter Three

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            The tension in the air could be cut with a knife. Everyone spoke in hushed, harsh whispers, arguing about what to do. You said nothing, just sat with Kai new Luka as Luka groaned in pain.

            “We’re already sick.” Micah pointed out, stopping the conversation.

            “That’s not true.” Nuha debated, “You heard Severson. It would take more than Luka being sick for us to get it.”

            “Then how did he get it, Nuha? Explain that.” Micah raised his voice, to which Millie put her hand on his shoulder to calm him.

            “Guys.” Adrianna grit her teeth, looking pointedly at Luka, “Maybe we should talk about this not here.”

            Reluctantly, you rose from your spot on the ground to follow the others out into the hallway. Kai stayed behind.

            “Regardless of what Severson said, we still don’t know anything for sure.” Sayyed picked up, “Chances are we’re definitely carriers so the most we can do is keep an eye on each other & be honest about any symptoms we have.”

            “And what about Luka?” You questioned, feeling your eyes grow wet with frustration. It was only a week ago that you all were camping in the woods, the future expected but predictable. This wasn’t supposed to be happening.

            “He’s dying.” You whispered, “And there’s nothing we can do about it.”

            Sayyed tugged you closer to him, kissing the top of your head. The group was momentarily silent until Adrianna cleared her throat.

            “That… may not be entirely true.”

            You stared at her, as did others.

            Adrianna shifted her feet uncomfortably, glancing down the hallway before stepping closer & lowering her voice, “There may be a cure. A temporary one, at least.”

            “What?” Millie spoke for everyone, “What the hell are you talking about?”

            “Last night, I was with Tobias.” You could tell that Rafe wanted to make a quip but before he could you gave him a warning glare.

            “When he was on the brink of passing out, he mentioned a shot on base that could prevent symptoms temporarily until a more permanent one was developed.”

            “Prevent?” Micah sighed, “As in before getting symptoms? It’s too late for that.”

            Adrianna rolled her eyes, “Yeah, maybe, but it’s an option, isn’t it? We give some to Luka to at least help with the pain until he… ya know.”

            Rafe chuckled darkly, “So this cure is a painkiller, too, huh? You sure know a lot.”

            “Hey.” Sayyed butt in, “It’s more than you’ve offered.”

            Rafe turned towards him, his expression souring. You jumped in, “It’s worth a try. Thanks, Adrianna.”

            Adrianna nodded, “I’ll go talk to them then.”

            “Wait, what?” Rafe stepped forward, stopping her in her tracks, “Ask them? The trigger-happy idiots?”

            “Rafe.” You shook your head, “Quit it.”

            “No, we don’t know them. We can’t trust them. Besides, am I the only one that was listening to what he said last night? You have to kill the carrier, that’s what he said. We tell them that Luka is sick, then we’re all dead.”

            Silence returned with a vengeance. You swallowed, your throat dry. Sayyed frowned. Rafe was right. The ten of you were nothing to Tobias & Severson. They would kill you in a second if it meant saving themselves.

            But Adrianna disagreed, “Then they’re carriers, too. They can’t kill us without killing themselves.”

            “Which means we’re already dead so what the fuck are we arguing about?” Micah seethed, “It’s a lose-lose.”

            “Guys, can we just stop? Please, for a second. Let’s think & catch a breather.” Millie, the always calm & reasonable one spoke up.

            Rafe shook his head, slapping his hands against his thighs, but he didn’t argue further. For the next few minutes, everyone discussed calmly about what to do, different plans to take, consequences. You were relieved you were facing the end of the world with people who thought first & acted later. But it eventually came down to two options: steal the cure & escape with Luka or tell Tobias & Severson, trusting them to help you all.

            “So we vote.” Sayyed announced finally. Rafe scoffed in response.

            “Rafe, c’mon. We need to stick together, alright?” You told him. He shook his head but finally rejoined the circle.

            “Raise your hand if we should take the cure & leave with Luka.” Rafe, Bear, & Micah raised their hands.

            “Alright, now for telling Severson.” Sayyed, Adrianna, Millie, & Nuha raised their hands.

            Everyone then looked at you. You bit your lip, “I don’t know.”

            “_____.” Sayyed started but you stopped him.

            “We need to tell Luka. He deserves to have a say in this.”

            It seemed only then did it dawn on your friends that Luka’s vote mattered, too.

            “Fine.” Rafe spit, going back to the room, “Let’s find out exactly how Luka wants to die.”

            You winced at his comment. There were times when Rafe really annoyed you, but you didn’t know how cruel he could be. But cruel circumstances bring out the worst in people, you reminded yourself.

            Back in the room, Kai stood up, shaking his head, “I don’t think he’s going to make it much longer.”

            “Well that’s easy.” Rafe commented under his breath.

            “Dude.” Bear, who usually agreed with Rafe on most trivial matters, was the first to reprimand him, “He’s our friend, our brother. For once, stop showing off how much of an asshole you can be.”

            Rafe closed his mouth. You could tell he was stewing, but Bear’s comment must’ve gotten through to him as he finally looked at Luka who was sweating through the sheets.

            “Luka, hey.” Millie kneeled next to the bed, “I know you’re in a lot of pain. But we need to ask you something. If you have the energy to respond, please. We need your help on this.”

            Sayyed then stepped closer to the bed. He spoke quietly, just enough for Luka to hear. Kai, who was beside him, stared at Sayyed in horror as he heard what he said. Then his eyes bounced from friend to friend.

            “So, if you want us to steal the cure & get out of here squeeze my hand.” Sayyed met your eyes. You pressed your lips together, apprehensive.

            “If you want us to tell Severson, let go of my hand.”

            You felt like you were having an out-of-body experience, floating above the heads of your friends as Sayyed waited for Luka’s response. It felt like time dragged on & you only became dizzier, the room around you coming in & out of focus.

            Luka let go.

            Kai hung his head, tears falling onto his knees. Rafe shook his head before storming off, punching a wall on his way out.

            “Okay.” Sayyed stood up, looking at Adrianna. She nodded, spinning on her heel & racing out the door.

            “We don’t have much time.” Sayyed told the group. Then he faced you, “Get Rafe, will ya? He’s a dick but he should be here. We all should.”

            You frowned at his words, sensing a grim undertone, but nodded.

            Exiting the room, you saw Rafe leaning against the wall a few feet away. You slowly approached him. His back was to you, but you heard a sniffle. You hesitated. Rafe wasn’t the kind to be emotional in front of others. Maybe you should turn back…

            Rafe turned then, his eyes meeting yours. There were no tears, no evidence of any. But he did look tired, drained. You all felt that way.

            “Are you okay?” You leaned against the wall next to him.

            Rafe rolled his eyes, shoving his hands into his pockets, “They’re gonna kill him.”

            “No.” You immediately replied, pushing the possibility from your mind, “They won’t. They’re military, they’ll help him first.”

            “God, you’re so fucking naïve sometimes, you know that?” Rafe faced you head on, “They shot at Micah yesterday. They threatened to put a bullet in your boyfriend’s fucking head, _____. They won’t think twice about putting one in Luka’s.”

            You didn’t have the energy to argue, mostly because you were scared he was right. But you shook your head anyway, “So our other option would be to sneak behind their back? Do you see how large this place is?! Rafe, we wouldn’t even know where to look first.”

            “Then we should just leave.” You couldn’t help the gape of your mouth at his bold comment. “We’ll leave right now. Me & you. We won’t go back to the room & we’ll leave.”

            For the first time in the three years you knew Rafe, you stepped back, staring at him. Who was he?

            “Oh, don’t look at me like that.” Rafe glared at you.

            That’s when you saw it. His pupils.

            It was all making sense. His agitation, his fight or flight kicking in so severely that he would abandon his friends. You closed the distance, gipping his jaw & bringing his head down to yours so you could look closer. Sneering, you shoved his face away before ripping his hands out of his pockets. A sandwich sized plastic baggie fell to the ground.

            “You fucking…” You stared back up at him.

            Rafe didn’t show any remorse, “What? Not like I’ll get arrested for it anymore.”

            “Luka is in there dying & you’re out here doing coke?!”

            He smiled, licking his teeth, “Want some? Maybe it’ll make you think clearer instead of following behind in that genius boyfriend’s plan of his.”

            “The only moron here is you, Rafe. You wanna leave, leave. You won’t last long out there & you know it. You need us, much more than we need you.”

            His gaze darkened, “You’re in shock, _____.” He bent down to retrieve his baggie, dangling the substance in front of you, “And once the shock wares off, you’ll be begging for this.”

            “Fuck you.” You spit through gritted teeth, “I’m going back. You can be a loser out here all you like.”

            With that, you spun around & began walking away.

            “Don’t come crying to me when I’m proved right.”

            You ignored him, relieved to be back in the room with the others. Sayyed approached you, a deep crease between his brows, “Rafe?”

            You shook your head, unable to trust yourself to open your mouth.

            Not long after you entered the room, the sound of multiple footsteps met your ears. You clung to Sayyed, feeling as secure as you could with his arm over your shoulders.

            Adrianna entered first, Tobias & Severson behind her. Tobias was expressionless as Severson glared at everyone in the room. His face was red with anger as he slowly crossed the room to where Luka lied. You watched as your friends moved out of the way for Severson to look Luka over. Luka’s eyes were closed shut, his arms circling his own body as he shook. Tobias remained near the door, blocking the doorway. You felt your gut twist.

            “Sayyed.” You whispered, wanting to point out to him that Tobias was blocking the exit, but Sayyed kept his eyes on Severson.

            “Can you help him?” Kai asked, finally standing up so Severson could have more room.

            Severson shot him an irked look.

            “Kai.” Sayyed caught Kai’s attention, nodding for him to move further to the side.

            You glanced from Sayyed to Kai. You & Kai both shared looks of confusion.

            Severson stood over Luka for a moment longer before sighing. Finally, he turned around to face the group. Adrianna narrowed her eyes at him, “What are you doing? Help him!”

            “I knew I shouldn’t have let you kids in.” He sighed, hanging his head. “’Cuz now I have to do this.”

            Before you could close your eyes, Severson removed a handgun from his hip, pointed it at Luka’s head then pulled the trigger.

            “Oh, my god! What the fuck?!” Kai screamed out, jumping toward Luka, but Severson turned the gun toward Kai next.

            You covered your mouth, burying your face into Sayyed’s chest. He held you tightly against him. You could hear his heart beating rapidly.

            “You said you’d help him!” Adrianna cried out.

            Severson held his aim towards Kai, “I did.”

            Then he slowly turned his gun on everyone in the room, “Who else is showing symptoms?”

            A yelp escaped you, unable to get the image out of your head.

            Rafe was right, Rafe was right… now he was gone.

            “No one, man! C’mon!” Micah hollered, shielding Millie who watched from over his shoulder.

            “That’s what you said last night; now look at your friend.” Severson glared, “Want to keep lying?”

            “We didn’t know.” Bear claimed, “We didn’t, okay? We only found out this morning.”

            Severson cocked his head, “Can’t take the risk.”

            “If we’re sick, you’re sick, too.” Nuha pointed out, her voice shaking. Sayyed yanked on her arm to push her behind him.

            “But we have preventatives.” Severson smiled smugly, “You don’t.”

            Bile rose in your throat. This wasn’t happening. None of this was happening. You were still camping, just having a horrible, awful nightmare. You’d wake up any second. Wake up. Wake up!

            But Severson gestured to the furthest wall, “I want everyone to line up. Now.”

            “Fuck that.” Micah spit, “You’re not gonna waste us.”

            Severson inhaled sharply, “I tried asking nicely.” Then he aimed his gun at Micah.

            A buzzing shot rang out. A scream tore through your throat.

            “Holy shit!” It was Micah. You stared wide-eyed.

            Severson was on the ground, his body shaking.

            “What…”  Words escaped you as you all turned to the doorway. The Taser gun Tobias held was still aimed at where Severson was lying.

            The room was eerily quiet, a few quiet cries here & there, but mostly everyone was standing in shock.

            Tobias finally lowered the Taser, returning it to a holster on his hip. In a strained voice, he finally looked around the room, “He won’t be down long. I’ll get you what you need then you need to leave immediately.”

            “What about Luka?” Kai questioned, though his attention was on his dead best friend.

            “Kai…” You made to step forward, but Tobias stopped you with words.

            “I can’t help you with that. You must leave him.”

            The finality he spoke with left your heart shattered. Like his parents, Luke too must be left behind.

            “We have to.” Sayyed finally spoke, his voice was soft but firm, “I’m sorry, Kai.”

            Kai was the last one to leave the room, more tears threatening to fall. Nuha & Millie flanked him on either side as you all followed Tobias through the compound. He led you all to a stairwell that led underground, taking you to a secured room. He hit a button on the wall, the gate to the room grating open.

            “Jesus.” Sayyed said under his breath.

            The room looked like what a doomsday prepper would keep under their house. Guns & artillery weapons lined the wall. There were a plethora of MRE cases. Military grade backpacks & protection were piled on a table in the center. Tobias stepped out of the way, “Only take what you can run on foot with. Anything more & you’ll only slow each other down.

            Everyone glanced at one another before the chaos started. Sayyed & Bear collected bags, filling them with survival needs. Adrianna & Tobias picked out weapons for the group. You & Nuha began putting a few MRE cases on a rolling cart, having seen an elevator just after the stairs ended. Millie consoled Kai, talking to him with hushed words. It was quick. Surreal.

            “Finally.” Tobias caught everyone’s attention as he opened a fridge that everyone seemed to miss. He pulled out a case of what looked like insulin & needles.

            “This is all we have.” There looked to be only five doses. “And I’d be lying if I said they’ll help. We don’t know a lot about them. So. Be careful.”

            He then handed the case to Adrianna.

            “Thank you.” She kissed his cheek.

            Tobias then led everyone to the elevator, guiding them to the main floor of the compound & out of the doors. You all ran towards the gate where the wrangler & Rafe’s truck sat. It was only then that you remembered Rafe. He hadn’t been in the room when Luka was murdered, & he wasn’t with the group up until that point. Though you were angry with him, you were instantly saddened by his lack of presence. If only he had stayed.

            “You fucking asshole!” Sayyed ripped out of your grip then, surprising you as he charged towards the vehicles. Rafe stepped out of the driver’s seat.

            In a second, Sayyed laid a punch to Rafe’s face.

            “Hey, hey!” Millie ran forward but Micah hooked an arm around her waist, stopping her. You leapt into action next, no one stopping you.

            “Sayyed! No!” Sayyed got in one more punch before Rafe returned the favor, knocking Sayyed down & climbing on top of him. “Fucking stop!”

            Bear fell next to them, shoving Rafe off & pushing Sayyed in the other direction, “Now’s not the time!”

            “He was gonna leave us!” Sayyed pointed at Rafe, a trickle of blood on the corner of his mouth.

            “The fuck I was!” Rafe shouted, wiping blood away from his nose as he paced, his heated gaze locked on Sayyed.

            A shot rang out, making everyone duck. Tobias held a gun pointed into the air, “I don’t want to hear anymore bitching! Get in the trucks! Now!”

            Everyone scrambled, Bear & Micah emptied out a few useless items from the cars, making room for what you all took from the compound. Sayyed & Rafe continued glaring at one another but got behind the wheel in their respective vehicles. You climbed into the passenger seat of the wrangler.

            “Leave it.” You told Sayyed as he watched Rafe closely in the sideview mirror.

            “We can’t trust him.” You didn’t argue his point but shook your head anyway.

            “Doesn’t matter. Right now we need to get out of here, alright?” You grabbed his face gently, turning it towards you, “Look at me. Okay? I need you, we all need you.”

            Sayyed pressed his lips together but nodded.

            Nuha, Micah, & Millie climbed into the backseat. Only person not in a car yet was Adrianna as she spoke to Tobias.

            “Come with us.” You heard her say. But Tobias declined, “My station is here. In case someone else needs help.”

            Adrianna sighed heavily but nodded. She kisses him once more before getting into Rafe’s truck.

            Sayyed began to pull through the gate as it started opening. Tobias nodded as you passed through.

            “Thank you.” Sayyed said, earning a firm nod from the soldier.

            In a minute, the compound was in the past as you & your friends drove further away. Nuha was crying silently in the backseat.

            It was then that you realized ten of you came to that compound. And only nine were leaving it.

Luka Steele

2002-2023

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Can we ask about those weird crack ships that are like “LOK character time travels and dates Avatar character when they were young” or “Avatar character is born like 60 years later in Republic City and dates LOK character AU?”

Mostly I just wanna know how the 2 most beautiful girls in the world (Ty Lee and Asami) would get along

okay this is fun because asami is the most genuine, principled, sincere, and empathetic girl in the world, and ty lee is incredibly manipulative and calculating and constantly hiding behind multiple layers of the self to the point that when she strips back one layer she isn’t so much revealing real vulnerability but rather putting on a calculated performance of vulnerability. so while they both do perform femininity and are incredibly beautiful in a way that allows them to get what they want (to an extent), the motivations behind their similar presentations are so different. they’re both incredibly adaptive and versatile because they are constantly comporting themselves to the expectations and appeasement of everyone around them, so i do think they could easily get along, but i don’t know if they would actually bond beyond a very superficial level of pleasant social interaction. asami really needs someone bold and brash like korra to bring her out of her shell and inspire her to state her needs, and ty lee needs someone really blunt and honest like mai to call her out on her deflection and manipulation. they’d certainly be the envy of all, but i don’t think they’d actually work well at all as a couple.

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there is so much potential in having an art class as an option. the current school is fine as it is, and adding one more class would fuck up the schedule, but thats not stopping me from thinking about it.

in this hypothetical art class, all of the school Li's are there for maximum chaos, all seated next to each other. theyre separated ingame for a reason, and the interactions will sure as hell be cluttered, but by god it'd be sooo funny to have whitney throw paint at robin.

classes will range from standard still life drawing to nude ones, where everyones had to strip for the class at least once . not completely naked, not unless they want to.

whitney is easy, they'd have zero shame and would face PC while spreading their legs, not shy about sneaking a hand to touch themselves, everyone in the class has a picture of them at least slightly aroused in their sketchbooks. they're poses are the most slutty looking, they've always got a hand between they're legs, spreading for a good angle, goading everyone to get their good side.

pure sydney would be a mess when asked to strip, hiding themselves even with their underwear on, whitney colors their skin in with pink because of their full body blush. the more corrupt, the more sensually they'll pose, PC could even ask fem syd to lose the bra or masc syd not to hide their bulge. it'll get to the point where they hope they're called to strip, flaunting everything, getting aroused from the attention.

when it comes to kylar, most of the class is disappointed or uninterested, but depending on if they're assets are bigger, the classes opinion of them change for the entire period. they face PC, and PC solely, making direct eye contact, clearly aroused. usually, it's kylar making the picture, but having PC's attention on them like this is driving them wild. you could defiantly boss them around on what type of pose to do.

mmmhhh robin <3, from interactions in winter's class with other students, we can see that people are interested in them, so students will appreciate being able to see whats under their uniform. low confidence will need encouragement from PC and/or pressuring from the teacher. like sydney, they'll at least have they're underwear on, and their poses are less rigid the more confident they become, until there's a point where PC can ask they strip completely. they'll still be shy about it, but they'll strip, and having an audience of people who are seemingly interested in their body will boost their confidence.

in the classes, the hallway, library, anywhere, students could talk about what they saw in art class, talking about the pictures they snuck, and whose bodies they want to see next time. it'll go like:

"Everyone can see what Whitney's packing under the uniform, but oh my god, to actually see it!" "Right! I swear I saw it twitch!"

"I think if Kylar showed more cleavage, people would think more of them, to be honest." "At least you got to see it! All of the creeps attention was on that orphan kid, I didn't even see nipples."

"I go to the temple everyday after school! How am I even going to face Sydney after today's class!" "Maybe if you ask nice, they'll pose for a private drawing." "Shut up!"

"Robin's face is covered in freckles, but I didn't think they where, you know, everywhere." "There's a mole on their left butt cheek shaped like a crescent moon." "... Just how close were you sitting to them?"

Obviously, insecurities are apart of the equation, and PC can get bullied and teased if supply doesn't meet demand, student harassment will increase even more, with people asking to get a better look for their sketchbook. not to mention the amount of people that'll be taking pictures, there will be a point where PC or another student will be working under Leighton to snap a few

for the teacher, I was thinking a mix of sirrus and mickey, easy going, not phased by the human body. definitely asks for private drawing sessions, where either PC or they will be the subject. when they're the subject, there will be an option to move closer for a better look, for the drawing of course. when PC is the subject, they'll keep their distance, but the more sessions there are, the closer they'll move, drawing in a special sketchbook only taken out in these sessions.

a possible art competition, where there's an option for regular still life, scenery paintings, with the lewder option being, of course, lewd pictures and sculptors, with any Li of your choice as the subject. said hypothetical teacher having their own work around, just for show, and PC recognizing a faceless painting or sculpture of them as the main attraction.

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hi! i love fftsr and i really enjoy the dynamics between everyone and their personas so i wanted to ask how you decided to characterise the personas/their dynamics and if you had envisioned how the other thieves interact with their personas as well?

sorry if this question is weird 😭 keep up the good work!!

interesting question...

(uhhh I didn't think this would happen with this question but SPOILERS FOR UP TO CHAPTER 46 OF FFTSR)

To be honest, the ony dynamic that I put a real degree of thought into is the Akechi & Robin & Loki dynamic- I wanted neither persona to be entirely good or rational, or one side representative of 'being evil' or whatever. Akechi's problem, is that his thoughts, feelings, and ideas so often contradict eachother, and he is entirely unable to reconcile that. So even when Robin and Loki do agree, Akechi is more likely to ignore them than take thier advice.

Of course, just because I didn't put too much thought into it doesn't mean I'm pulling all the other dynamics out of my ass lmao:

Sumire takes second place for "Persona who talks the most"- Ella, for the most part, is a supportive force that also isn't afraid to call Sumire on her bullshit. Whether or not Sumi listens is another matter entirely. This sort of stems from how Sumire's third awakening is her final resolve to stand on her own, to reject Maruki's reality despite all it could give her, to be unapolagetically Sumire for the rest of her life- So her persona is a force to remind her of that vow, when she starts slipping into her anxieties and her tendency for avoidance.

Haru doesn't get a lot of POV scenes, but her awakening was very fun for me to write. Since I've taken Haru in a direction that is distinctly angry, I wanted Milady's words to reflect that anger at her circumstances, and the need to break from it.

Ren doesn't chat with Arsene often enough for me to remember much of what he says HAHA- he doesn't have the same influence on Ren's character the same way that Akechi and Sumire's persona's do. When he does talk, however, it's usually to quip or be a smartass- a trait which I've quietly yoinked from how people tend to characterise Arsene/Shadow Ren- as, simply, the essence of Joker.

And, now that Ren has also resolved the whole Crow situation, his dynamic with Metatron is pretty much that Metatron is a forceful reminder of the kind of thinking that got Ren to make poor descisions in the first place. Metatron often speaks up any time that Ren tries to justify taking Maruki's deal, spoken with all the snark and fury of the real Akechi.

Most of the PT haven't had POV scenes, but Futaba and Makoto certainly have!

For Futaba, any time Necronomicon speaks up is usually when Futaba is trying to avoid something. Stemming from her awakening, Futaba's vow to never allow lies to decieve her again is reflected in her persona, and especially when she tries to decieve herself.

For Makoto- I actually can't remember if Johanna has spoken in a previous chapter, or if she's going to speak in an upcoming one, but Johanna's shtick also stems from Makoto's awakening. Makoto's vow was to not be trampled by authority, to ensure that she can be herself even in a society that aims to push her in a box. Johanna will speak up if Makoto is becoming complacent, if she tries to take the easy way out.

Uhh that's pretty much it! For the other PT's personas, I would similarly draw from their awakenings to decide what I would want them to say. For the most part, though, everyone's personas start getting chatty when their wielders aren't being true to themselves.

FUCK I FORGOt about Maruki. HAHA I wrote Azathoth as being a cryptic peice of shit, mostly. That kind of 'cult leader talk' is the kind of shit he pulls in canon, and I saw no reason to change that.

Shadow Maruki, on the other hand, is a more true reflection of the man himself- an echo of who he was in the original timeline. Shadows and personas are two sides of the same coin, but how they present themselves does vary. They're archetypes, rather than a 1:1 of their wielder's personality.

aaand that's all I got! ty for the ask! <3 <3 <3