#i'm pretending the last half of the game does not exist

[the-strawberryfarmer]

some uh........................some drawings i did recently since i’ve been in god of war brainrot 

[runningfrom2am]

cold nights // part twenty-six

summary: you were back in the capitol, and you would be damned if you didn't try your hardest to make it worthwhile.

pairing: coriolanus snow x fem!reader

wc: 7.3k (WOAH)

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tags/warnings: tribute!reader and mentor!coriolanus, r is very sweet (too kind for this world. literally.), sunshine x grumpy trope kinda, he falls first, violence typical for the source material, depictions of mental illness, also she's is very smart (as she should), district twelve!reader.

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It's your first day of university, and you don't know if you're more excited or terrified.

It was the beginning of the rest of your life, which is thrilling considering just two months ago you thought you had days left to live. At the same time, though, you knew no one here besides Coryo and Sej, and you didn't share a single class with either of them.

But, staying positive was a must. It would only be a few hours away from them, and you had planned to meet up for lunch with Coryo between your classes, since he had found some for you that started and ended at the same time as his. While you drape your scarf over your shoulders and tuck both ends around the belt at your waist, you smile to yourself. You take a last look in the mirror, to double-confirm that you like the look of the scarf worn that way over your white dress and when you're satisfied you grab your bag and leave your room. Of course, Tybalt is right on your heels.

Walking down the hall, you can hear their grandmother singing the national anthem in the other room, as she always does. You've never loved the anthem or what it stood for, but starting your morning hearing singing is nice nonetheless. Even if the woman who started her mornings with song had decided just to completely pretend you didn't exist, ignoring you at every turn. "Good morning!" You smile as you enter the dining room, Tigris and Coryo already sitting to eat.

"Morning." They both smile at you at the same time as you drop your bag down, sitting next to Coryo. "Are you excited?" Tigris asks as you reach for some apple slices. There are more fancy pastries spread out on the tray as well, but you'd much rather stick to fruit in the morning.

"I am." You grin, biting the slice in half. "A little nervous, though. I must admit."

"You don't need to be nervous." Coryo tells you, and his smile does relax you. But you know he doesn't understand. "I'll walk you to your classes, and I'll see you during our break. It'll be easy and you'll adjust very quickly."

"Aren't you nervous?" You ask, picking up your cup of tea and taking a sip. "It's your first day too."

"Not really." He shrugs, reaching up to mess with his hair. It had only been a few weeks since he cut it, but it was growing back rather quickly. "More excited."

"Oh, well, I'm excited for you too." You hum, taking another bite of your apple and smiling as he pats your leg under the table.

Pulling up to the campus after Coryo insisted that their driver take the two of you, you notice immediately that there were tons more people. Most were people around your age, which you expected. You wonder how many of them are Coryo's other friends, it would be nice to make more friends here. Just like the games. You find yourself thinking. "Safety in numbers", is what Coryo had told you. You needed allies here.

"There's a lot of people." You comment as the car comes to a stop, and Coryo gently squeezes you with the arm he has over your shoulder in the backseat, still shielded by the tinted windows.

"Yes, just stay close to me." He tells you, kissing your cheek. You nod and push the door open, thanking the driver quickly as you climb out with Coryo on your heels.

It's obvious to him almost immediately that you don't fit in. While there isn't a uniform like there was in the academy, he was still wearing dress pants and a button-up shirt- which seemed to be on par with the level of dress all the other students were donning. Mentally, he curses himself for not thinking of that. It didn't even cross his mind- all that did was that you looked beautiful. More done up than he'd ever seen you, and you don't look insecure about it, at least not immediately. Outside of what he can discern of just average nervousness as you seem to shrink in on yourself while you look out over as much of the campus as you can see.

"So, your class starts in twenty-five minutes. Usually, it's a good idea to get there early, that's what I've heard anyway." He tells you as he starts walking down the path toward the doors, and you follow quickly after him.

"How long does it take to get there?" You ask as you catch up, holding onto your bag over your shoulder.

"You tell me." He smirks, jutting out his elbow to gently nudge you. "I have you the tour, where are we going?"

"Oh." You laugh, looking around. "It looks a lot different now. Probably... ten minutes to get to the arts building?"

"About that, yeah." He nods. "In no time you won't need me anymore."

As you approach the entrance to the main building, it doesn't go unnoticed by him that you're being stared at. No doubt every other student here recognizes you, it would be jarring to see a tribute walking among them at school. Let alone be in a class with them. He wonders if they'd feel unsafe with you- he knows he would have without knowing you.

Not necessarily unsafe, considering even watching the games anyone could tell you wouldn't hurt a fly, but... uneasy, is a more accurate descriptor. It even begins to pool in his own stomach, growing more as you link your arm with his. They weren't just staring at you. They were staring at him, too.

"I'll always need you, I'm sure." You giggle, squeezing his arm.

He can practically hear all of their whispers now.

'Is that Coriolanus Snow? That District girl is all over him.'

'She's probably going to give him rabies or some other gross District plague. I won't be surprised if he starts a Monkey Pox outbreak.'

'I heard him and Sejanus Plinth went to District Twelve just for her. They probably came back half animal- no wonder he sees nothing wrong with this.'

Suddenly, he does. Your hold on him, while friendly, feels so sickeningly isolating. He pulls his arm from yours with the excuse of rolling up the sleeves of his shirt while he speaks to you. "Well, we may not always have aligning classes."

"That's true, I suppose." You agree. "An awful shame though, I'll miss being able to have lunch together."

He just hums in agreement, picking up his pace as you move through the halls and out the back exit to be able to access the art building.

"This is you." Coryo says as he stops outside the door to a lecture hall, looking inside briefly before turning his attention to you. There were a few students already inside, reading or organizing their notebooks.

"Oh, thank you." You smile at him. He didn't have much to say on the walk to your class, but you sum that up to him being in a hurry to get to his own. The art building was certainly out of his way, if you remember where all his classes were supposed to be.

"You're welcome." He says, making an effort to match your smile. He could only really focus on the stares you were getting from people walking past, making wide circles around you. You don't seem to notice as you look up at him. "I'll come back to get you after class, so just wait for me, okay?"

"I'll wait right here." You nod, wrapping your arms around him and leaning your head against his chest. "I'll miss you, though."

You feel him tense up under you, and he awkwardly pats your back. You don't clue in until you hear gasps and whispering. You quickly take a step back, cheeks red.

Coryo chuckles nervously. "It's alright, uh..." He leans down to whisper to you. "They're just strict about that kind of stuff here. Don't worry about it."

"Oh, I'm sorry..." You reply, looking around and smiling apologetically at the few people still staring as they walk past.

"I should have told you, that's my fault." He admits, standing up straight before leaning down to talk to you again. "Good luck in your class. I love you, and I'll see you for lunch." He whispers and is satisfied when that brings your normal smile back.

"I love you too." You whisper back, and he grins, giving you a quick nod. "See you later."

You wave as he walks away, and you take a deep breath before walking into the lecture hall.

Now, you're presented with your second big problem of the day. Figuring out where to sit.

You scan the room quickly, deciding the easiest would be the front or second row. There were a few students already sitting down there, and one girl who was sitting alone. She had blonde hair, and red lipstick that you think would match Coryo's coat that he sometimes wears quite nicely. She looked nice.

You smile as you make your way over to the front row, sliding into the seat next to her. "Hi! My name is Y/N, what's-" You whisper, wanting to stay quiet in the already silent room and before you even finish your question she's shoving things in her bag and getting up. "Oh." You frown, looking around as she quickly moves to a different seat. The shuffle caused everyone who wasn't already looking to stare at you, so you just quickly turned to face the front.

You didn't mean to scare her off, you just thought she might want a friend if she was sitting alone, and you definitely wanted one. She didn't even look at you for more than a second.

You quietly pull the notebook Coryo had given you out of your bag, placing it on the table in front of you and looking up at the clock. There were still fifteen or so minutes until your class would start, so surely by then, someone would sit next to you.

Unfortunately, that didn't happen. By the time the man you assumed was your professor entered, every other seat was taken besides the ones next to you. And behind you. There was this glaringly uncomfortable circle of emptiness surrounding you right at the front of the room. It was mildly embarrassing, but at least you didn't have to see everyone staring at you since almost everyone was behind you. But you still had the afternoon class, and the rest of the year to let people warm up to you. It would be okay.

"Okay, I hope everyone is here." Your gaze follows your professor as he shuts and locks the door. "If you're late, that's too bad. I expect everyone to be on time. This door will be locked at nine on the dot. For anyone who doesn't know me, my name is Dr. Nero."

You sit up straighter in your seat. He looks young, probably only ten or so years your senior with well-trimmed but present facial hair and a semi-casual suit. He must be relatively new to the position, and clearly, he took it very seriously.

"Alright, the department wants us to do icebreakers, so we'll get it over quickly. When I call your name on the attendance, tell us something about yourself and what your career goal is."

Shoot. You definitely didn't have any solid plans yet.

As he goes through the list, you wrack your brain for an answer. What did you want to do? Nothing specific. Maybe you'd write a book, maybe open a daycare back home where parents could leave their young ones with you by donation while they went to work. Maybe you'd be back at the library, but you really wanted to do something good with your education. You make a mental note to ask Coryo during lunch what kind of career you can have with a literature degree.

You look around, trying to remember as many names as you can as the other students answer.

"Teacher", "Artist", "Museum Curator", "Gamemaker".

Your eyes are still locked on the student who said that, a boy with dark hair and brown eyes. His name was Cancor Crane, if you remember what the professor had just called out correctly, and he was staring back at you. He was staring at you with such a vile expression that it looked like he wanted to gut you. A chill goes down your spine.

Then your name is called. You turn quickly, smiling nervously. "Hi..." You say, clearing your throat of the dryness that overtook it. "So, my name is Y/N... something about myself is that I have a cat, his name is Tybalt. Um, because my favourite book is Romeo and Juliet." You look around, then quickly back to your desk. "And I am not sure about my career, in all honesty. Not knowing when the dawn will come I open every door." You shrug, smiling hopefully at him.

"Interesting." Your professor says, tilting his head at you and leaning back against his desk. "I expected your fact to be that you're a Victor."

"I- well, yes. I am." You reply nervously, twisting your pencil in between your fingers.

He hums. "Congratulations."

Congratulations on being the only one to walk away with your life.

"Thank you." You settle on, voice hardly more than a whisper.

"I've never taught a Victor before. This should be an interesting class for all of us."

You took as many notes as you could through the syllabus overview and first lecture. You were pretty pleased with yourself, everything looked organized and you felt prepared for the rest of the course- besides the textbooks that you needed to pick up. Another thing to ask Coryo about.

You don't see him at the door yet, after all, he had to walk all the way back from his class to yours and if he was let out at the same time he should be here in about ten minutes.

"Miss Y/L/N, do you mind staying for a moment?" Dr. Nero asks as the lecture hall steadily clears out. "I'd like to chat with you."

You quickly gather your things, making your way over to his desk at the front centre of the large room.

"Dr. Nero." You smile, bag tucked under your arm. "I really enjoyed today's class. I'm looking forward to the rest of the semester."

A grin tugs at the corner of his lips. "Thank you."

He doesn't say anything else, and you're left wondering what he wanted you to stay for. "I just need to get my textbooks, but I have the list that you gave us so I'll see if I can grab them this afternoon. I'll have them for Wednesday." You say, just wanting to fill the silence.

"Good." He nods, leaning back against his desk and tucking his hands into his pockets. "I watched your games. When they told me that you enrolled in my class, I was immediately intrigued."

"Oh." What are you supposed to say to that? He watched you at your literal worst, that doesn't make you feel very comfortable at all.

"In a good way, I assure you." He says, sensing your nerves. "I feel as though you know more about English literature than anyone in this city. Maybe even more than me."

"I wouldn't say that..." You chuckle nervously. "I just like reading."

"Yes. With an unprecedented level of comprehension for a District-born child."

You want to scowl and argue with him about how the opinions of the Capitol citizens are based on nothing but their own superiority complex fuelled by their win in one war that cost the lives of many, but instead, you just smile and nod. "Thank you, Sir."

"Although, tributes are not given much of a chance to prove that they are more than animals when they are treated as such from the moment they arrive until the moment they die, wouldn't you agree?"

You tilt your head at him. His motivations and opinions are suddenly unclear and confusing to you. "Yes... I-I would."

"Well, I hope to learn more about your experience while we get to know each other." He tells you. "Thank you for coming."

"Yes, thank you." You say quietly, looking toward the door. "I'll see you on Wednesday."

"Yes, good luck in the rest of your classes." He nods to you, and you take that as your dismissal and head to the door. You would just have to wait for Coryo in the hall.

You wouldn't have to wait long, considering he was already there, right where he had left you earlier.

"Hi!" You smile, waving at him but being mindful of keeping your distance.

"Hello." He grins, already starting down the hall as you join his side.

"How was your class?" You ask excitedly.

"Good." He shrugs. "What about yours? That's what I'm more concerned about."

"It was good!" You smile. "I mean, I tried to talk to people but everyone was pretty quiet. And the Professor was nice. I think. He seemed fascinated by the fact that I'm a 'Victor'." You accentuate your point with finger quotations, bouncing between looking up at him beside you and ahead of you to make sure you don't walk into anyone. They seem to be keeping their distance, though.

"Of course he is." Coryo scoffs, shaking his head. "But that's what we want. He may favour you, so go along with it."

"Oh, okay."

Tigris was nice enough to pack you both lunch for the day, yours consisting mainly of fruit. Something you have noticed over the last couple of weeks you've been here is that some of the food scares you- which is something you never thought of. If you can't somewhat accurately identify what it is just by looking at it, you're tempted to steer clear. Coryo insists you'll "get used to it", something he tells you daily about a wide variety of things, but Tigris doesn't mind packing you fruit for lunch or meals you don't help prepare yourself, which you appreciate.

Even for a September day, the sun is beaming down on the courtyard so you decided to eat outside. After all, Coryo says the weather won't be this nice all winter. You rarely got snow in Twelve, so you were excited for the holidays. Secretly, you hoped you could go home for Christmas.

"It's a beautiful day today." You comment, taking a bite of the fresh strawberry you pulled from your lunch container. The strawberries here were something that shocked you as well- they were bigger than the homegrown ones back home. Not nearly as sweet, though.

"It is." Coryo nods, leaning back on his palms in the grass. "Do you like it here so far?" He asks, squinting from the sun as he looks over at you.

"I mean, I've only had one class as you know, but so far it's great." You grin. "I'm excited to actually dive into the readings and such."

"I mean, like, in general." He chuckles. "Also, I have never heard anyone ever say they were excited about homework."

"A precious, mouldering pleasure it is, to meet an antique book, In just the dress his century wore; A privilege I think." You shrug, smiling at him as you place the rest of the strawberry on your tongue.

Coryo scrunches up his nose in disgust while you chew. "You eat the leaves?"

Quickly, you're covering your mouth with your hand to speak. "You don't?" You ask, voice slightly muffled with the slightly sour fruit on your tongue.

"No!" He laughs, shaking his head.

You swallow what remains of the strawberry in your mouth, preparing to defend yourself when you hear someone call his name. You both turn, and your eyes land on a girl with long, dark hair as she walks toward you. With the shoes she's wearing, she only slightly struggles on the grass.

"Clemmie." He smiles, quickly standing up. You follow suit, brushing the stray blades of grass off of your legs and dress while he gives her a hug. A hug? That must be allowed outdoors. "I didn't expect to see you today."

"Yeah, well, they let me out of my cage for the occasion." She replies sarcastically. She must be hot, wearing a white turtle neck in this heat. Then she looks at you, lifting up her dark sunglasses and resting them in her hair.

She has the eyes of a snake.

You're in shock for a moment, but you quickly recover. "Hello, my name is Y/N. Are you a friend of Coryo's?" You ask, extending your hand to shake. You were just happy to possibly be making friends.

She doesn't take it, something you're used to by now. "Yes, we've known each other our whole lives." She answers, looking down at your hand as you slowly lower it back to your side.

"Y/N, this is Clemensia Dovecote." Coryo says, deciding to introduce you properly, since his classmate didn't want to oblige. "She was a mentor as well."

"Oh, congratulations." You grin, biting back the sickness you felt suddenly bubbling in your stomach. "From what I have heard, even being selected for the opportunity is a large accomplishment. You must be proud."

"Yeah, well, I'd certainly be happier if my tribute won." She shrugs.

"Clemmie-" Coryo hisses at her, and she looks momentarily horrified at her own statement.

You look down, nodding slightly with a nervous smile. "It's okay." You insist, laughing slightly and pretending to readjust your scarf and tighten it around the belt.

"I didn't... Not like that. I'm sorry." She apologizes quickly after Coryo had jumped to your defense.

"No, it's alright. I understand." You tell her again, attempting a reassuring smile. "Would... would you like to eat lunch with us?"

"I have to get going, actually." Clemensia replies, looking between the two of you. "I was just on my way to my next class and thought I'd stop to say hi. It was nice to meet you, Y/N."

"You too." You grin, and she nods at you before walking away.

Your eyes stay trained on her as she crosses the courtyard, and Coryo is once again close enough to speak to you quietly so no one else would hear. "I'm so sorry, she didn't mean it like that."

"No, I know." You insist again, already sitting back down. "It's okay." You smile up at him, patting the patch of grass next to you so he would join you.

"She was supposed to be Reaper's mentor." He tells you as he rejoins you on the ground. "But... something happened before the games. She couldn't participate."

"Oh."

He moves closer. "Do you remember that day we went to tour the arena?" He asks and you nod. "And I was late, and you asked me what was wrong, and I told you nothing?"

You do remember that, and you never got answers, but you remember being worried it was your fault. You almost kissed him the night before, and you had made things weird when he just came to do something nice for you; bringing you a book and some birthday cake. You felt horrible. "Yes, I thought I had done something."

"You? No." He quickly shakes his head. "We had to write a proposal for Dr. Gaul, the head gamemaker, about things that could be done to "improve" the games. Like the bets, donations, sending food, and when we were speaking with her Clemmie got bit by one of the snakes."

You gasp, covering your mouth. He looks around, making sure no one is paying attention. Yes, people were staring, but no one would get close enough to be able to overhear.

"I thought she was dead, but they sent me straight to the arena to meet you." He explains. "And like she said, we've been friends forever so I was... quite upset."

"That's horrible." You frown, resisting the urge to reach for his hand as it sits on his lap next to you.

"Yeah." He agrees quietly. "But I saw her in the hospital after the bombing, she was alive but... different. Crazy."

"Her eyes?" You ask and he nods.

"And she was hallucinating, they wouldn't let anyone see her except me because I was there. She was angry with me because I didn't visit her enough."

"Survivors guilt." You smile sympathetically. It was a feeling you knew all too well.

"That's why she's wearing that shirt." He whispers, nodding to her just as she enters the building ahead of you. "She's got scales."

You cringe at the mere idea of it.

"I know." He laughs slightly. He doesn't look away from his hands in his lap, and while you can see he's smiling and laughing, it's doing little to convince you that he isn't upset. "It was kind of my fault, though."

There it is.

"No, most certainly not." You frown. You just want to hold his hand, surely you won't be caught if you do. You were outside, just for a moment isn't likely to get you in trouble. Especially if he was just hugging Clemensia. "Why do you say that?" You ask, settling instead for resting a hand on his arm.

"I... It's difficult to explain." He tells you, and you say nothing, willing him to continue. "So, our proposal was in the tank. Dr. Gaul told us if the snakes knew your scent, they wouldn't bite. But I wrote the paper, not her, and she made Clemmie reach into their tank and pull it out."

"That's not your fault." You tell him, gently squeezing his forearm.

"I should have stopped her. She would have hated me for telling them she didn't help write it, but none of that would have happened."

"Well, she's okay, isn't she?" You smile hopefully.

"Yes, but she just as easily could have died." He insists. "The only thing that makes me feel slightly better about it is that in a way, she saved you."

You cock your head at him, mouth falling open in astonishment. "I... what?"

He looks up from his lap to check your surroundings again.

"I put the letter you wrote to me into the tank." He whispers, and you have to lean in to hear it. "Because I knew if they knew your scent they wouldn't hurt you."

"You... never told me that." You state the obvious, retreating your hand back into your own lap. Part of you wishes he hadn't done that. They didn't quite catch you getting up into the rafters, his warning had been enough, but you should have walked to your death the following morning when you climbed down and found the note in the first place.

"I just... I don't know, I thought it would be worth more if it stayed a secret. I didn't want you to feel... indebted to me, or something." He admits. "But I'm still trying that thing where I tell you everything I'm thinking. Especially about this stuff."

You nod, putting your focus on picking pieces of grass at your side. "Thank you."

"Please don't thank me." He frowns. "I told you. I had to. I knew I loved you even then, Y/N/N."

You give your head a quick shake, already sensing the spiral it was about to fall down. "Let's not speak about this here." You mumble. "Please."

Immediately, Coryo understands. "Of course." He watches you run your fingers through the grass slowly, and realizes quickly that you are counting them. Now was not the time or place for another attack, and he felt foolish for even bringing the topic of the games up. "What books do you need?" He asks, hoping to get you in better spirits. "Anything that looks good? You said you were excited for the readings."

Your lunch doesn't feel like it lasts long enough, even though you had an hour and a half between your classes. Once you got to talking about your books, the time seemed to fly by and Coryo agreed to take you to the bookstore on campus the following afternoon so you could get all your books at once. He had a few to get as well.

He walked you to your next class, a few floors up in the same building and this time you were mindful to not hug him goodbye. He told you he loved you, very quietly, and you said you loved him too before entering the room. Another lecture hall, slightly smaller than the last one.

You mentally prepare yourself to play this game again. Where to sit, and preferably, finding someone willing to sit next to you. Looking around, you see a couple of girls in the middle of the room chatting away. They looked nice enough.

Preparing your smile as you walk up, you slide into the seat next to them. "Hi there, my name is Y/N." You grin, keeping your voice low. You really didn't want to scare them off. "Can I sit here?"

They look at each other with an expression unreadable to you, before one of them nods. "Yeah, we can't see why not."

"Oh, thank you!" You say excitedly, pulling your bag up onto the desk to grab your other notebook out of it.

"You're the Victor." The other girl comments, and you realize they're both staring at you still.

You suck in a sharp breath through your teeth, nodding. "Mhm."

"So... why are you here?" The girl closest to you with a brunette ponytail asks.

"Oh, well, Coriolanus, he was my mentor, he came to visit me back home and convinced me to come study here." You explain. "I want to have a career. Help my family."

"Oh, we know him." She says, and they look at each other again, chests shaking with laughter they're attempting to conceal.

"You do?" You smile. You knew starting with his friends was a good idea, this is just a happy coincidence that you had decided to sit next to two of them already.

"Yeah, we went to the academy with him." The girl's friend explains. You notice then that they have a very similar hair colour, but hers is cut short and curled just above her shoulders. "He always had such a stick up his ass. Took everything way too seriously."

"That's what my brother said, too." You giggle. You weren't sure if they were being genuinely mean or not, but you decided to air on the side of caution. You wanted friends. "But he is truly lovely. Do you know him well?"

"You could say that." One of them answers vaguely and you just smile, tucking your bag back under the table. "Your bag is... interesting. Where did you get it?"

"Oh!" You say excitedly, lifting it back onto the table. "My Ma made it for me. Isn't it pretty?"

They laugh, and your smile fades. You thought it was very nice, made from pieces of scrapped linens that she had used in other projects, stitched together into a pattern that made up your shoulder bag. It was perfect for carrying your notebooks and pencils, you had brought it to school back home all your life.

"It's... something else." The girl with the short hair nods.

"Does your Ma hate you? That's so sad." The other girl pouts, resting her chin on her hand.

You quickly hide the bag away again at your feet. "No, of course she doesn't." You weren't sure what to say. Why were they being mean? They had been nice to you a moment ago.

"Did she make your dress, too?"

You just nod, chewing on the inside of your cheek.

"Wow, yeah, I could tell." You look down at the words, unsure as to what she could see that could be wrong with it. This was one of your favourites.

Admittedly, it was a little short on you, similar in style and colour to the one you had worn to the Capitol the first time you came. But now, looking at what she was wearing and her friend, both with button-up shirts similar to Coryo's and different coloured blazers with a matching skirt, you realize that your attire is very different. Different vastly from everyone in the room as well, as more students are trickling in.

You didn't think it mattered until now.

You don't get the chance to come up with anything in defense of your dress before she reaches out and grabs at the material of your scarf, rubbing it between her fingers. "This is the scarf you had with you in the games. It doesn't look like your mother made it, though. This is mulberry silk."

You jump a little at the unexpected contact, and they laugh. "Uhm, no, she didn't." You clear your throat. "It's a family heirloom. I'm not sure where it came from." Not entirely a lie, it just wasn't your family heirloom.

"Neat. So, where are you staying?" She asks after a moment.

"With Coriolanus and his family. They've been very kind to me." You smile. Their eyes go wide and they look at each other again.

"You mean, on the Corso?"

"Yes, that's what he told me it's called."

"Wow, you really made yourself comfortable here, huh?"

"Well," You laugh slightly. "It's been an interesting transition, but he's made it much easier. He helps as much as he can."

Simultaneously they pick up on the pink flush of your cheeks as you remember the amount of times he's come running when you had a nightmare, only to bring you water and back to his bed to sleep after. Weirdly enough, he made you feel safer now.

"Oh my god." The girl with the bob laughs. "You like him, don't you?"

"Of course I do. He's my friend." You smile, a little confused. That only makes them laugh more, and you pick up on what they were implying. Quickly, you turn even more pink in the face. "Well, I mean, um..."

"Y/N." You turn your head at the mention of your name, looking up at the girl now standing in front of you. She was smiling, and immediately seemed to have a kinder spirit than the girls you were already sitting with. "Come sit with me, Coryo asked me to save you a seat."

"Oh, okay." You nod, grabbing your things again and standing. You were eager now to get away from those other girls.

"Lysistrata, come on. We were just talking to our new friend." The girl with the ponytail pouts, and you look back at Coryo's friend. She just stares at them, something akin to a warning in her expression.

"Where do you want to sit?" You ask her, still recovering from their mildly embarrassing comment as you stand up.

She just nods toward one of the upper rows and starts walking. "It was nice to meet you." You smile at the girls nervously before following behind her.

"Oh, and Twelve?" You stop and turn when the girl with the ponytail speaks up again. "Good luck with Coriolanus, though I hate to tell you I have a head start. We're actually engaged. But like I said, good luck!"

You feel your face pale and you just nod, quickly turning away and focusing your gaze on the long dark braids belonging to the girl leading you up the stairs.

Your mind is absolutely reeling as you follow her to some seats near the back. You didn't know he was engaged. Honestly, you thought you were kind of his girlfriend. He told you he loved you not ten minutes ago, for god's sake! But maybe it had meant something different to him all along. Was this something they did in the Capitol? Because back home if you kissed someone that meant they were your one and only, but maybe that was very different here. So many things are very different here.

"They aren't engaged. Don't listen to her." Coryo's friend, Lysistrata you think her name was, says as you sit down.

You look over at her. "They aren't?"

"No." She scoffs. "Livia just thinks they're getting married because her daddy wants them to. They hardly ever even talk."

"Oh." You reply quietly, looking down the rows at the girls you were just with. That does ease your panic. "Not... not that it matters to me."

"It's okay." She smiles kindly at you. "To be honest, he hates her." She whispers. "I think you've got a much better chance. He speaks very highly of you."

You blush, smiling back at her. "I don't believe we've met properly. My name is Y/N."

"Nice to meet you." She smiles, and for the first time today, it feels genuine. "I'm Lyssie."

"Did you go to the academy too?" You ask for the sake of making conversation. She seems lovely, and you're excited at the idea of actually having a friend in one of your classes.

"I did." She smiles. "I was Jessup's mentor. Coryo and I worked a lot together during the games."

You chew on your lip, nodding slightly.

Today was just full of draining conversations.

"I'm sorry." She adds quietly. "You all deserved better."

"I'm sorry I didn't stay with him." You whisper. "I regret it every day."

"Don't. You did what you had to do, no one holds anything against you. I think you did the right thing."

You just nod, opening your notebook. You have to hope that once you get all these impossible conversations out of the way and people know you better, you'll have other things to talk about. And maybe one day, the topic won't make you want to cry, throw up, and jump off the nearest building all at once.

"He was one of the best of us. He should have won." You say quietly.

"Don't say that." She smiles sadly at you. "I'm glad it was you if it couldn't be him, and he was very sick. He wouldn't have made it much longer anyway."

"I had to go home and see his family." You felt comfortable talking to her, like she wouldn't judge you. It was a relaxing feeling. "My heart breaks for them, they're good people. And they needed him."

"You know his family?" She asks.

"Not really. We've crossed paths here and there, my Ma helps them on occasion with fixing their clothes." You shrug. "Still, though. From what I know, they try to stay in life. Instead of weeping when a tragedy occurs in a songbird's life, it sings away its grief. I believe we could well follow the pattern of our feathered friends."

"Would you happen to know their address? I would love to write to them. To apologize, that is." She explains and you smile, nodding before scribbling it down in your notebook and ripping out the page to hand to her.

"Thank you."

Another two hours, another "icebreaker", and more stares. You hoped that your classmates would eventually get tired of staring at you, you imagined it would make it quite difficult to take notes or pay attention to the lecture.

You felt almost guilty about it. Coryo didn't tell you that everyone would be so shocked but you shouldn't be surprised. Looking down at your clothes and the scarf that had almost entirely been cleaned of the blood stains it carried back to Twelve, you thought maybe it could have something to do with how you dress. Obviously, it would be distracting if you stood out so much, so maybe fitting in would be better. As much as you love your handmade clothes, maybe they would have to be reserved for time spent at the apartment or on rare days out.

Coryo is waiting outside since he got let out a few minutes early. There was no use in starting a lecture when going over the syllabus took a full hour and a half. When students start pouring out of your room, he looks at everyone waiting to see your smiling face. Well, hoping to see you smiling.

Lysistrata walks out first, and with no sign of you with her he grabs her arm to catch her before she turns the other way.

"Thank you for doing that." He says, smiling sympathetically at her.

"Of course." She grins. "She's lovely, we talked for a bit before class."

"Yeah, she is. Anyway, thanks." He nods at her, dropping her arm and with a kind nod, she's back on her way.

He counts his blessings that he had run into her after leaving you for that class a few hours earlier.

"Hey, Lyssie." He grins, stopping her in the hall as she was on the way to class.

"Coryo. How are you?" She smiles and he shrugs.

"I'm alright." He replies quickly. "What class are you going to?"

"Uh..." She looks briefly at her notes. "Geography. B217."

He sighs in relief, and she looks at him confused and lets him pull her to the side of the hall. "That's Y/N's class, would you mind sitting with her? She told me that this morning that no one would and I know she just really wants to make some friends... Could you do that for me?"

"Y/N? As in Y/N Y/L/N, your tribute?" Her eyes go wide and he nods. She didn't pay any attention to gossip and focussed more on getting from one class to another. She didn't even know that you were here.

He chews on his cheek while he waits for her to respond. If anyone was willing to make that social sacrifice, it would be Lyssie. School was never a popularity contest to her.

"Of course I can. Yeah."

When you walk out not long after her, he's quickly joining your side. Earlier, he felt so uneasy having you all over him with people watching and by now he just missed you. If he didn't know better, he would have decided he didn't care- but he has to.

"How was it?" He asks and you smile, as per usual, but he notes that now you have untucked your scarf and are instead using it to drape back over your shoulders and around your arms and back.

"It was delightful." You say happily, following his steps along the hall. "And yours?"

"Delightful?" He asks, smile tugging at his lips. He can't help it. "That wouldn't be a word I would use, but I would say it was okay."

"Okay is better than awful." You shrug.

"Certainly is." He agrees, leaning down to speak quietly into your ear in the loud hallway. "Missed my girl, though."

"Is that me?" You ask, allowing him to open the door to the building for you.

"Of course it's you." He chuckles as you pass him. "What do you mean?"

You laugh. "Well, I met a girl named Livia in my class and she told me that the two of you were engaged."

Coryo groans, letting the door fall shut as he follows behind you. "No, ew. She's... no. Absolutely not. Maybe if I planned on marrying someone I absolutely despise, then she would be the perfect candidate."

"But that's not what you look for in a woman?" You ask, turning to walk backward in front of him.

"Nope."

"I'll take your word for it." You giggle, seemingly nonchalant about Livia's apparently blatant attempts to scare you away. Coryo wouldn't let that happen, and he's glad you didn't see it that way.

He smiles at you as he rejoins your side.

"Coryo." You say, breaking up the peaceful quiet of your walk home. He looks at you. "I think I shall look for a job."

"A job?" He asks, raising an eyebrow at you. "You don't need a job, we talked about this. Just focus on school."

"No, I know." You say quietly. "But I think I would just like some spending money, perhaps get some new clothes. Wouldn't that be nice?"

His heart sinks unexpectedly. As much as he would love to see you blending in more and embracing the culture that came with living in the Capitol, it didn't feel like that would really suit you. If he wanted a Capitol girl, he could have had one. Apparently, that's not what he wanted anymore, but the more you blended in and became "one of them" like he promised Dr. Gaul you would, the more likely people would be to accept the extent of your relationship. However undefined it may still be.

"If that's what you would like, but you don't have to work for that." He shakes his head. "I told you I would take you to the mall, the one with the ice cream shop. Maybe we can go on Friday." Friday was the first day of your weekend- the one day during the week that neither of you had any classes.

"That would be fun." You smile up at him. "I'll just have a look around, see what people are wearing. Get a better idea of what to save for."

"If that's what you want, love."

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Comparison

One-Shot (fluff + light smut)

Warning: slight sexual content (virgin writing smut)👀

Spanking, fingering

Pairing: Aemond x Tyrell Reader x Aegon

Note: Aegon is NOT a r*pist in this story!

Taglist: @marvelescvpe @buglyberry @theroyaldixon @aemondx

Summary: The Targaryen princes have been chasing you around for a while now. You’ve always harboured a soft spot for Aemond, but Aegon’s womanizer charms are devouring your last shred of morality.

You, taught alongside with the Targaryen princes, were among the few ladies of your status to receive a proper education. Aemond and you have been close since you were merely children. You have been the only one he confessed his overwhelmingly confused emotions to: pride of claiming Vhagar, hatred against the Strong bastards, pain and insecurity of losing his eye.

Your heart swelled with pride as you watched him grow into a prolific warrior, a calculated strategist, and an undeniable force to be reckoned with. No words could do justice to the immense pride you felt in seeing him become the man he was meant to be.

The exact moment when your feelings for each other became apparent is a blur to both of you. Perhaps it was when he reached up to grab a book from a high shelf, his lips almost brushing against yours in the process, or maybe it was when he held you close after training in the yard, and you whispered in his ear, "I love it when you're all sweaty like this."

Over time, you began to realize the effect your blossoming body had on him. When riding Vhagar together, you would relish in his frustration at losing self-control at the sensation of your luscious bottom pressed against him.

But he is a dragon, you are a Tyrell. Neither of you were going to give in without a game of chase.

But Aegon was a whole another story.

Unlike Aemond, he had never been the studious companion to you. While his younger brother and you were busy testing each other’s limits, Aegon showed you that no such word as “limit” exists in his life philosophy.

Now. You know better. Aegon Targaryen is your karma for teasing his younger brother with your delicious maiden body.

Gods. You cursed at the sight at Lady Errya sneaking out of Aegon’s chamber, followed by the half-naked prince himself.

How is it possible that he looks so annoyingly attractive? You questioned. Never did he commit such time and energy in the training yard as Aemond did.

“You’re staring, my lady,” he approached smirking, “like what you see? If you want to see everything l, all you have to do is ask.”

Your eyes rolled in response while your lips betrayed you, twisting into a shy smile. "Oh, come on, Aegon. I'm sure," you cleared your throat, meeting his mischievous gaze, "I'd much rather enjoy Aemond in this state than you."

“Oh how you hurt me,” Aegon pressed his hand onto his heart, pretending to be in pain, his eyes glimmering with playfulness.

"However," he approached, "I highly doubt that my younger brother would entertain your...pleasurable fantasies anytime soon."

“Ugh,” you groaned in annoyance, “if you will excuse now my prince,” you pushed him away, “I am going to find Aemond to fulfill my those fantasies of mine.”

“Good luck with that, little doe,” Aegon’s lips brushed through yours as he returned to his chamber.

You sighed in frustration, acknowledging that Aegon's words were true. This game between you and Aemond was consuming you. But what else was consuming you? The intense heat that smoldered between your legs as you greedily inhaled the remaining scent of Aegon, lingering in the empty hallway after he had left you.

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The feast of your 16th name day was coming to a close. As Queen Alicent always wished a betrothal between Aemond and you, she, along side with your mother a royal calibrer affair for your celebration.

Aemond and you were wandering in the garden of the Red Keep, your hands tangled together, when Aegon’s mischievous call interrupted your romantic bubble.

Aemond’s eyes widened at what Aegon was holding.

“Look what I found, my little brother’s hidden journal,” Aegon opened the leathery book as he read loudly, “ ‘Her lips will be mine to claim and her sweet-‘“

You grabbed the book in a swift motion while Aegon was amused by the murdering expression on Aemond’s face.

Your cheeks flushed at the sight of the continuation of your prince’s forbidden desires.

“Well, Aegon,” you leaned your arms on his shoulder with a sly grin, “Thank you for bringing such improper thoughts to my attention.”

“Give it back, Lady Tyrell,” Aemond clenched his fists as he addressed you formally, knowing exactly that it would trigger you.

“Fine,” you gritted your teeth, throwing back his journal into Aemond’s hands, “but I think I should reward your brother,” you leaned closer to Aegon, wrapping one arm around his neck and grinned, “you should be my escort on my name day.”

Aemond grabbed your hand, tearing you away from his brother forcefully as he growled, “you wouldn’t dare.”

“Our little doe can decide for herself, Aemond,” Aegon grinned, sitting himself on a nearby bench, amused by the scene before him.

You stumbled at his choice of word “our,” but what came out of Aegon’s mouth completely caught you off guard.

“After all, I am the first-born, aren’t I?”

Eyes widened, you glared at him ferociously and grasped Aemond’s forearm. Before you could explain that you were only teasing him, Aemond’s eye darkened instantly at his comment, “I wish my brother’s company would keep you well satisfied, my lady.”

With that, he extricated from your grip and walked away, leaving you filled with guilt and confusion.

“I hate you, Prince Man-Whore-of-King’s-Landing,” you nudged on Aegon’s chest.

“Careful there, little doe, that is no way to address your future king. And stop with all the violence, you wouldn’t want to kill me and leave yourself escortless on your own name day, correct?”

Usually, you would probably laugh at his senseless humour. But now, with the hurt and coldness and Aemond’s face etching into your heart, you replied indifferently, “I do not care.”

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As your maid worked on the laces of your sumptuous gown in a delicate shade of green that matched your house, you couldn't help but admire the intricate details. The fabric was woven with pearls and jewels, adding an extra layer of extravagance to your already lavish attire. Your hair was meticulously styled into delicate tendrils, adorned with shimmering jewels that caught the light with each turn of your head. The careful arrangement of each strand showcased the elegance and sophistication of your look, leaving no doubt that you were the belle of the ball.

You turned around as you heard the sound of knocking.

Aegon, dressed in a refined dress-suit in Targaryen colours, his natural curly hair straightened and arranged, unlike anything like his usual drunken self.

Although the lack of Aemond’s presence still consumed your being, you couldn’t help but to chuckle as you turned back to face the mirror to avoid his gaze, “My prince, I cannot believe I am saying this, but you do not need to imitate your brother,” a sly grin appeared on your lips as your eyes fixed on his bizarrely straightened hair.

He approached slowly, “I’m afraid that I do, little-“ he hesitated, “my lady. It’s what my mother expects of me.”

“It is what you expect of me,” Aegon uttered, his hand brushing your cheek with a trace of melancholy.

“I never said that! Don’t you twist my word, I just…” you interjected poignantly, “I just imagined being here with Aemond for,” you lowered your head, feeling tears filling your eyes, “as long as I could remember.”

You trembled at the sensation of his arms wrapped around you.

“Aemond will come around. He loves you.”

You looked at him with disbelief, “He told you that?”

Aegon laughed softly, “It’s unlike you, little doe, so witty and observant, to be so blind to see what’s right in front of you.”

You rolled your eyes, “So he didn’t. Come on now, Aegon. Your mother and mine are already mad enough that Aemond isn’t escorting me. Let’s not give them more reason to scold us for being late.”

“It is your name day, little one, we can be as late as we want,” he grinned, offering his arm, “I will give you the night of your life, I promise.”

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As soon as you entered the grand hall, you felt the weight of your mother and the queen's gazes on you. The lords and ladies from all corners of the Seven Kingdoms had gathered for your 16th name day feast, and it was hard to miss the air of a royal wedding that lingered in the atmosphere. Queen Alicent had always preferred her younger son over her firstborn, which was no secret to anyone. Her constant disappointment was a source of great trouble, and she had made it clear that she wished for you to marry Aemond. You couldn't help but swallow hard as memories of your mother's endless reprimands flooded your mind. You have failed the Queen and Prince Aemond.

As the dance began, your eyes fixated on Aemond who was paired with Lady Floris, an equally fair beauty of House Baratheon. Your heart quickened, and your cheeks flushed as you caught his gaze lingering on you, his eye smoldering with a flame that set you ablaze.

“Eyes on me, little doe,” Aegon’s lips grazing your earlobe as he swept you off your feet. Fuck, you realized. Lost in your fixation on Aemond, you had forgotten the dance steps you had practiced for months. You couldn't help but feel the heat radiating from every part of your body as Aegon's hands rested on your waist, but the feeling was quickly replaced by jealousy and anger as you watched Aemond dance with Lady Floris. The wine began to take effect, and when the partners exchanged, you boldly spun into Aemond's arms with a carefree abandon, catching the attention of the most distinguished guests in the ballroom.

"You're mine, my prince," you said, your brown eyes flashing with a hint of red.

“Yours, humm? Then why choose to be here with Aegon?" he asked, his hand on your waist as he dipped you low, causing your hair to brush the floor. His hot breath on your neck sent shivers down your spine as he whispered, "my flower?" You felt a surge of conflicting emotions - desire, anger, and guilt - as you looked up at him, unsure of what to say.

“Aemond,” your voice sounded like a plea or, better yet, a moan.

The exchange happened again. Aegon looked at you with a mixture of melancholy and desire, “I told you, little doe. He loves you.”

Head clouded by the taste of wine, your eyes wandered everywhere in the room, catching a glimpse of the queen’s disdainful look towards Aegon, who also spotted her rejection.

To be completely sincere, the queen’s opinions are the least of your concerns, at least, among the concerns of your heart. However foolish and inconsiderate Aegon’s actions may be, he did not deserve her mocking tone and neglecting.

You remember the countless times when Aemond held you close while the queen slapped Aegon for everything from actual indiscretions to the most minor offenses. It pained you to see the red marks on his face, the same face that brought you joy and laughter, now bearing a vulnerable expression.

Your fingers seized Aegon’s chin, “Eyes on me now, my favourite dragon.”

“Your favourite dragon?” Aegon chuckled in surprise, “Aemond would have my head if he heard that.”

You tucked your hands in his ridiculously straightened hair, “Aemond is my favourite prince. My prince. You are my favourite dragon. My dragon.”

“Don’t you ever ever straighten your hair again, Aegon Targaryen,” you warned with all seriousness.

“As you wish, little doe,” his heart flushed with adoration as he squeezed your waist possessively.

A few more exchanges.

A few more cups of wine, perhaps, a lot more than a few.

You did have the best night of your life, but something was missing. You excused yourself as you stepped outside catching your breath.

You smiled smugly, relishing in the satisfaction of seeing Aemond and Aegon trailing after you, following your lead.

Aemond leaned in and cupped your cheeks in his hands, “My flower, you’ve had too much to drink. Let me take you back to your chamber.”

Clearly disliking the idea of retreating, you laughed hysterically and snitched away from his embrace, “Catch me, Aemond. The night is far from over.”

With that, you ran away. The moon shone on the garden of the Red Keep, casting a soft, ethereal glow over everything it touched, including you. You stopped at the center, where a fountain sparking with its water under the moonlight stood. The sound of trickling water and the gentle hum of insects echoed through the air, a soothing lullaby to anyone who cared to listen.

Your body moved instinctively at nature's orchestra, the sound of their footsteps only exacerbated your excitement.

And there they are.

Aegon, panting in laughter and awe.

Aemond, concern written all over his face.

“Kiss me?”

For an instant, they both stepped forward, but it was Aemond who crashed your lips. The kiss lasted for like an eternity, a kiss that sealed your destiny.

As your eyes opened while gradually pulling away from each other, Aegon’s expression was brimmed with melancholy.

Perhaps, it was the remaining witchcraft of alcohol; perhaps it was your devious and manipulative Tyrell nature finally showing its true face, you fell on the stone floor, pretending to be unconscious.

You felt Aemond picking you from the ground, followed by Aegon, rushing to the quarter of your chambers. As soon as you heard they were going to call the maesters, you giggled playfully and wrapped your arms around Aemond’s neck.

“You should rest,” Aemond’s voice turned serious as he realized that you tricked them into entering your chamber.

Ignoring his request, you tucked yourself into Aegon’s embrace, “Thank you. Aegon. I have never felt more alive.”

Aegon chuckled and caressed your hair softly, “Always, little doe. Always.”

Aemond’s expression darkened at your intimacy. He grabbed your chin and growled demandingly, “Y/N Tyrell, you’re playing a dangerous game. I may have lost an eye, but I am not blind. You are playing us both. Choose.”

Shocked at his sudden change of demeanour, a flow of guilt and fear washed over you.

“What, little brother? Afraid of games now?” Aegon approached him, pushing his arm gripping on you away, “I thought you enjoyed playing games in court.”

“Stay out of this, Aegon, this is between me and her,” Aemond warned menacingly.

“Tell me what you want, little doe. Tell us what you want,” Aegon cupped your cheeks, his dark violet eyes piercing through your soul, “You know we would give you the world, don’t you?”

Aemond stayed in silent agreement.

Your body trembled at the intensity of the situation, “I want…no” you closed your eyes, knowing that what you were about to say could ruin everything between you.

“You want both of us, don’t you?” Aegon answered for you.

You nodded instinctively.

“You heard her, Aemond,” he leaned closer to his younger brother, who seethed with anger, “you want her to choose? Why don’t we give her a comparison? Just this once.”

“No,” Aemond’s answer was strong and firm, “I will not let you destroy her, like you destroyed I can’t even count how many noble ladies in court.”

“Don’t be such a hypocrite, Aemond. You are a taker. You take what you want unapologetically. Isn’t that how you claimed Vhagar? Now you’re denying the woman you love what she wants? Don’t you want her to have everything?”

He was right.

He was right.

He was right.

Torn between his ego and arousal, Aemond pinned you against the wall, his lips devouring your mouth and hands roaming your body greedily, “Is that what you want? To have two dragons at once? To be thoroughly ravished?”

You moaned in your mouth a barely recognizable yes.

A mixture of shame, excitement, arousal and fear flowed through your body as Aemond removed you from the back of the wall without warning, pressing your back against Aegon.

While Aemond’s touches are rough and possessive, Aegon’s were soft and sensual.

As Aemond’s kisses traile down your breast, Aegon breathed softly, “Do you want to try something experimental, little doe? Do you want to be punished for the little scheme luring us in your chamber? Over my knees? Do you want your precious Aemond to watch?” You moaned uncontrollably as the words sank into your mind.

“Tell him,” he encouraged you, grinning, his eyes fixed on his brother, “tell him what you want, my sweet, if you don’t wish to see me dead.”

You closed your eyes, feeling the heat and arousal between your legs, “Aemond… I want… I- I want him to punish me.”

Aemond clenched his fists. Even with your eyes closed, you could sense the wrath of possessiveness exuding from his breath.

“If you hurt her, I will kill you.”

Aegon smirked, “Sit down and enjoy the show, I will take good care of her.”

Unanticipatedly, Aegon flipped you on his lap, your bottom high, exposed to them both.

With his expert hands teasing your calves to your inner thighs, you squirmed and whined in desperation.

In a sudden move, Aegon ripped your delicate stockings open and flipped over your voluminous gown.

He first rubbed your bottom gently, causing you to unconsciously raise your hips higher, a sharp smack landed on your buttocks, enough for your body to burn in heat but not enough to cause true pain.

“So beautiful yet so naughty,” he whispered, “luring dragons into your chamber.”

Your chest heaved with each quickened breath. As you raised your head for a fraction of an angle to meet Aemond’s eye, a second smack landed.

This is not supposed to be happening. All this time, you’ve been craving for Aemond’s attention and Aegon’s touch, now that you had both, fear and anticipation creeped in your soul as the wetness between your legs resumed to consume your last shred to propriety.

Aegon continued to tease you with light spanks, interspersed with gentle caresses, until she was writhing under his touch.

"Do you like that, little doe?" Aegon asked, his voice low and husky. "Do you want more?"

You could only nod, your breath coming in ragged gasps.

“Enough,” Aemond declared, his eye burning with desire, lifting you up from Aegon’s lap, “My turn.”

Aemond pushed you on the bed, his hands pinning yours steadily above your head.

You find yourself responding eagerly to his kiss.

Aemond

Aemond

Aemond

You moaned with effort, strangling to catch your breath, as his lips locked your mouth in an almost punishing way.

“I love you,” you murmured with your eyes closed, “I’ve always loved you.”

Aemond stopped his advances, his remaining eye fixed on yours before crashing his lips on you again, this time somewhat more gentle.

“Looks like she has made a choice, brother,” Aemond’s lips curled into a cruel smile, locking his gaze on Aegon.

“I see,” Aegon closed the gap between him and you, pressing a soft kiss on your neck, “you may love him, little one, but your body will always crave me more.”

Aemond’s last shred of tolerance shattered, “Get, out.” He ordered, almost growling.

Aegon winked at you with longing and disappointment before he took the hint and quietly sneaked out of your chamber.

“Now, where were we?” Aemond smirked.

“Such a greedy little thing you were, arching your back, begging for my brother’s touch,” he seethed, leaving a mark on your neck, “but know this, my flower, when I am done with you, you will forget your own name. You will beg you for me to take you, every single day for the rest of your life.”

Your maiden body, never experienced such overwhelming pleasure, trembled as Aemond’s hand reached your core and pinched your pearly without mercy.

As you were about to cry out, his lips sealed your mouth.

When he finally traced his kisses down your neck to your breast, you mumbled, “I love you. I love you. I love you, Aemond. Only you.”

How pathetic must you have been? Did you really think he didn’t hear you the first time you said it? Was it possible that your prince was simply deflowering you before discarding you after the shame you have brought upon him tonight?

As such thoughts sank in, a shed of tears fell.

“I love you too, my sweet, you are my everything,”Aemond crawled back on top of you, his voice low and promising, “You will be my wife and carry our children. We will leave a legacy of our own, just as we promised each other when you were children.”

“I want to see you, Aemond. I want to see all of you,” you spoke tenderly, your eyes filled with affection.

He did not hesitate to take off his eye-patch and it was far from the first you had seen him in whole.

Without warning, a strange and intrusive sensation caused you to gasp in pleasure and pain.

“Aemond,” you pleaded.

“It was just one finger, love, just you wait.”

“Faster.”

“Aegon was right, you are such a needy, greedy little thing, so ready for my touch, and I love it,” he did not need further encouragement in inserting a second finger into you.

“Aemond,” you whimpered, “I think I’m close, please don’t stop.”

“Never,” he squeezed your bottom ferociously as his hands sped up the pace and helped you reach your climax.

“Fuck!” You screamed.

“I love you!” You two shout out unamously.

“Gods, that was amazing,” you covered your face in the pillow as you felt the overwhelming pleasure flowing into every square inch of your body.

The sound of Aemond leaving the bed left you in horror.

“Don’t you dare leave me like this, Aemond Targaryen!” You protested in disbelief, torn in desperation and desire.

Aemond laughed softly as he pulled the back of your head into a hungry kiss, “did you really think, my flower, that I would claim you before our wedding night? Tonight is just a taste of heaven, my dear.”

You flicked his hand as you pouted in annoyance, “I hate you.”

Aemond’s expression darkened as he lifted your chin once more, “Take care of your own needs tonight, my princess. You will have plenty of time to hate me. To scream my name and beg for more. There is plenty of punishment awaiting for your indiscretions tonight.”

You bit your lips as a sly smile crawled on your face.

“Well, my prince, your flower desperately awaits,” you raised your brows playfully as you revealed the end of your thigh before sinking into the depths of your quilt, “I wish you a successful self-pleasuring session back in your own chamber.”

Aemond headed, ignoring your remark, “That little mouth of yours, little Tyrell,” he grinned, “You will learn to keep it shut when I fuck your soul out of you.”

You gasped at his response, but it was too late. He had already left you in your empty, unfulfilled desires.

[fruitymangobat]

Twisted wonderland overblot hc (non-overblotters edition)

I'm less happy with these than I was with the original post lmao, especially Jade and Cater's.

Cater

So cater obviously has a social media addiction, I imagine he uses social media as an escape. He's always been in his sisters shadow, constantly bossed around and basically not having his own self. He pretends to be happy and pretends to be fine on social media, but he's not fine. He's depressed and doesn't know what he's going to do with his life because he's always had someone guiding him (wanted or not), he later extends this persona onto real life because he felt that "the people love the fake me more than the real me....". The only time he's genuinely happy is in the music club. Over time, this builds up and eventually... he overblots.

Rook

So Rook, we know him as this french fuck that's so positive and compliments like it's the last thing he'll do. But I imagine that it's a lie. All the compliments, all the things that make Rook...Rook. are a lie. He compliments everyone to be seen, he's used to being hidden, to not being noticed so he can catch his prey so he uses the overly done compliments as a cover up for his need for validation and attention. He gets so caught up in this creepy persona that it derails into him needing someone to latch onto so he can just get a visual on what he wants, eventually it becomes too much and all the need, the wants and everything Rook wanted in the beginning turns on him because he realizes that everyone just sees him really as a freak. And all that stress and fear of not getting the validation and being seen. He overblots.

Jack

Jack always wants to be better, to be the best he can be. But what if it's a cover-up for his fear of never being enough, I don't think it's ever confirmed where Jack lives, but we do know he doesn't have many friends. I assume it's because he's a big guy, and they're scared. But his younger sibling, the pups, if you will. They're little. They can be picked on. I imagine the siblings probably get bullied, and Jack defends them. Jack's fear of never being enough stems from him possibly never being enough to protect those he cares about. His admiration for Leona probably is a visual for what he wants to be, Leona protecting his team in that game is what Jack wants for the people he cares for. But wanting to protect can get too much for someone. Good things can be bad. And all this fear of protecting them and being the best so he won't disappoint anyone becomes too much. He gets too stressed... and he overblots.

Sebek

Sebek is loud. We know this, and we also know that he's loud because he absolutely adores Malleus and wants everyone to know about him, but what does this praise stem from? Let's not focus on that and instead his half-fae blood. We know he chooses to be perceived as fully fae as he deems humans "weak," but what if it's a cover-up for his shame and doubt. Shame that he is "weak" in comparison to full fae, something he (as far as i know) has only been shown with lilia and malleus, two people that had centuries to get as strong as they are and doubt because his grandfather, someone he looks up to was someone that hated humans with a passion. After a while this simply builds up, all the shame and doubt finally reaching its limit and the minute he is shown that he is enough, he is not weak, he is not any less of a fae just because of his blood. Combine those emotions with the negative ones, and it's simply too much for a body... and he overblots

Jade

Jade leech, the calculating and more secretive of the tweels. But why? Why keep such a thing as his unique magic secret? Why keep anything secret? He and floyd are described as long and scary in their merforms. And we know people who bully based on looks exist. What's to say the tweels weren't bullied because of how "scary" they are? I feel Floyd would simply brush it off, whereas it would affect jade more. Bullied to the point that he feels it would be better to keep things hidden, this only is being strengthened by Azul's behavior. After Azul's overblot, I feel like there would be a dent in their relationship with Azul, especially on jades end. It's slightly shown that azul trusts jade a bit more than floyd, so a dent in that relationship would cause an issue. And while Jade could be used to that, it can still become too much. The feeling of being locked out from one of his best friends and the after effects of seeing said friend overblot becoming too much...and he overblots.

[kitkatopinions]

I really think it's funny when people try to use 'it's popular actually' as a defense against people saying the writing in RWBY is bad. Like "people say that RWBY is bad, but it's actually really popular, it even sells outside of the states!"

Assuming that RWBY is popular outside of the USA (which I'm not sure of,) and assuming that RWBY is even that popular in the USA (which I'm really not sure of,) it does not mean anything.

Do you know what was popular?

Twilight

The Hobbit Movies

BBC's Sherlock

The third Thor movie

Harry Potter

Why are we pretending that popularity equals quality, again? Like, the live action lion king made tons of money in the box office, but that doesn't make it any less valid to complain about the lack of emotion on those CGI lion faces. The Minions are wildly popular and I still wish I could go back in time and stop them from existing like I'm Lewis from Meet the Robinsons and they're Doris the helping hat. Most Sonic the Hedgehog games are at least relatively successful, but I'll still complain about the writing choices in Sonic Forces.

Saying "People say RWBY is bad but it's actually popular" is like saying "People say McDonalds food isn't that good but there are a lot of McDonalds restaurants." Saying "people say RWBY is bad but it's actually popular" is like saying "people say gaming consoles aren't made to last anymore, but lots of people buy gaming consoles." Whether or not something is popular is entirely irrelevant to the quality of the thing. And RWBY isn't like, half as popular as some people like to imagine. People are out here acting like it's Star Trek, or the MCU, or My Little Pony. It's hardly a sweeping phenomenon, or something that's going to change a genre, or something that the average person on the street will have likely at least heard about. I've never met a single person who hasn't heard about Lord of the Rings, but yet I've only met like two non-relatives who have ever even heard of RWBY. But again, even if RWBY was super big and popular and people everywhere knew it...

[cyberdragoninfinity]

Hiii I'm here for the ask game 8 || Aporia!

YEEEAHHHHH

8. What’s something the fandom does when it comes to this character that you despise?

GOD. THIS QUESTION IS REALLY FUNNY FOR APORIA. ONE OF THE GENUINE ANSWERS IS "COMPLETELY IGNORE HIM." every time you pretend aporia doesnt exist i get closer to your location and one night im gonna be under your bed. IT'S SUCH A BIZARRE PHENOMENON BUT IVE SEEN IT HAPPEN MULTIPLE TIMES!!!! IM REALLY OUT HERE FIGHTING FOR MY LIFE FOR THE LAST YEAR AND A HALF just trying to get other ygo fans (other 5ds fans even??!??!) to appreciate what's really such a cool and terminally underrated character!!! western anime fandom's chronic fear of characters with bodytypes that arent Stick Thin will be the death of yall!!! GRAAAHH

anyway a specific fandom gripe i do have the rare times people do talk about Aporia is like.......nobody understands how his dynamic with the Three Emperors work in Either direction....... the Emperors had their memories of being Aporia purposely sealed off until after Primo got ripped in half...theyre not clones of Aporia theyre photocopies of traumatic events he went through,... and when they fuse into Aporia theyre Fucking Gone, Theyre Dead, Babe. The Trauma Has Been Jammed Back Into Aporia Proper. listen to me boy im speaking directly in your ear

[sixofcrowdaydreams]

Wylan's Dsylexia in Fanfic...

Where are the fanfics that go into detail about Wylan's inability to read? Because most of what I've read so far largely erases or at least doesn't really discuss his disability...

I want to read about Wylan's experiences struggling to learn to read. His anxiety every time there's words in front of him. Repulsion towards books and his own self loathing for being intimidated by such a mundane object.

I want to read about descriptions of what he sees when he looks at text. Do words and letters float away, tangle in messy amalgamations until he can't recognize the shape of individual words, much less a single letter? Do letters or words vanish? Do his eyes simply gloss over letters and just not acknowledge them as words the same way other people look at a toddler's scribbles? Does he loath where math and science meet literacy when he calculates variables (2*y=4)? Does he have to make himself focus to even recognize the variable (and even then does that y in the example above change into an x or an n halfway through the problem and will he even notice if it does)?

Does Wylan know the alphabet? Is the alphabet always linear, when A is first and Z comes last? Or does he know in theory that A is first and Z comes last, but his reality is that all of the letters line up in whatever order they want in between? Can he recognize individual letters by themselves? Or does the shape of a single letter twist and bend unrecognizably?

Can Wylan read common sight words? Can he recognize his name in print? Can he write his name? Can he draw his name instead of writing it if he treats the letters like any other line or curve on his sketchpad?

And those are just questions for canon! What about his inability to read in a modern AU setting where basic literacy is a required skill in daily life? (if your answer is: He just uses a screen reader, so it's like he doesn't have a disability that impacts him daily at all then I'm going to punch a wall! That's such an ableist solution.)

If Wylan's in high school or college, is he in a remedial literacy class? Do his friends or peers know it's a remedial class or is it politely called some type of tutoring or private study? Does he have an official dyslexia diagnosis or does his father refuse to have him tested and teachers simply tell him to try harder? Do the teachers know and have an IEP (Individualized Learning Program) or support items for him? Or do his teachers not care because there's 30 other kids in his class alone and half the school needs an IEP, or is the teacher just an asshole? Do audiobooks of all his math/science/ music theory textbooks even exist? There's a so factors to take into considerations about his experience in a school AU and yet so rarely I've seen these questions addressed, much less explored.

I want to read about Wylan's experience with encountering moments requiring literacy that are so mundane that no one else thinks twice about them but are still obstacles to him. Like buying groceries -- he's only making purchasing decisions based on photos on the packaging because he's sure not reading the labels. Heck, any store. He doesn't know what half of the stores he passes are selling unless he can look inside their windows because he can't read the store name. Purchasing something using a card reader -- all those yes and no questions they ask. Street signs? Can he drive if he can't read road signs? Shop names? Text on clothing? Ordering food off a restaurant menu? Trying to find a TV channel/movie using a remote? Playing computer or board games?

Where's Wylan making excuses for being unable to read because he's embarrassed? Casually passing papers and books to others around him? Pretending to read? His ridiculously good memorization skills? Does he make excuses about not having glasses/contacts? Pretend not to be a native language speaker?

Where's the modern AUs where his text to speech programs malfunction? There's too much background noise to clearly hear his voice or it also picks up someone voice nearby too. Or he's in a quiet space and can't use it? No cell service or internet connection? Heaven forbid he loses earbuds/headphones or his father cruelly takes away his phone/computer or uninstalls his speech programs. The software not being able to translate messy/loopy handwriting. Where are the chat/text fics where his texts are absent of punctuation and riddled with errors he doesn't notice because the speech to text didn't translate properly and he'd have no way of knowing? Listening to every text/email/audio book is a s l o o o o w process. Where is all of the time it takes Wylan to listen to everything?

In conclusion: I want to read more about Wylan's experience with his learning disability. He is an extremely intelligent and resourceful person that finds his own strategies and adaptations. I don't want to see his his anxiety, struggle, and emotional trauma about reading erased or glossed over. I don't want to see his disability erased by never mentioning it. I don't want to see Wylan's disability erased by providing him with modern tools that "solve" his disability by making it a non-issue. Instead, I want to read about his experiences being -- maybe not more realistic -- but more authentic.

Any fanfic recommendations that dive into Wylan's experiences?

P.S. This post asked a million questions and I have my own headcanon answers to all of them. Feel free to ask! Some are based on my own experience with a learning disability. Some are based on moving to and living in a country where I can't read the main language. Being functionally illiterate as an adult is AN EXPERIENCE.

Guess it's time to be the change I want to see and start writing my own fanfic...

[itty-bitty-writes]

Bitty's WIPs

(posted stories masterpost)

Surrounded by His Loved One - Chapter 2: Copulation (Shrinky Sanders Sides Smut Series, aka 5S)

summary:

Remus is up Virgil's butt, and Virgil and Logan are heading to Logan's room to… copulate.

status: intro written. vague ideas for what's after that

Prinxiety cock vore [actual title pending] (5S)

summary:

Remus told Roman that Virgil enjoyed their shrinky sex, and now Roman's got a similar proposition for Virgil

(from a prompt)

status: probably half written

LAMP cock vore + sex [actual title pending] (5S)

summary:

Virgil liked Roman in his dick so much that this time he gets to cock vore two boyfriends. And then fuck Patton with them inside.

(from a prompt)

status: outlined

Dark Sides in Balls (5S)

summary:

Remus cock vored the other two dark sides, and then… forgot.

Oops

status: outlined

I Know You Know I'm Here (5S)

summary:

Janus totally didn't see Remus, shrunken and naked, on the bed. Totally. It's absolutely a complete coincidence that Janus, also naked, sat down directly on top of him. Unfortunate positioning, is all.

(pretend unaware)

(Remus is having the time of his life)

status: concept exists. Intro written

Ritual Sacrifice (5S)

summary:

The dragon witch (Janus, wearing cloth wings) has demanded a sacrifice. The unfortunate Roman has been chosen by lot, and now Logan and Virgil must tie him to a tree (Patton's dick) for the dragon witch to claim.

or

The sides do a fun little roleplay

(Janus has a vagina in this one)

status: outlined

A Game of Cock Vore (Sizeshifter Trio)

summary:

Elliott is often the voice of reason and impulse control for the trio.

This fic does not involve Elliott.

status: opening written

Awkward First Time

summary:

A gt couple decide to try sex for the first time. They're not sure what they're doing, but they find a way to make it good for both of them.

status: outlined, opening written

Insomnia (Josh's Tiny Harem)

summary:

Josh can't sleep. His solution? shove a tiny in his pants, see if that helps

status: barely started

Forgotten Tiny Third

summary:

A couple have been trying out various kinks to see how much they like them, and are trying micro/macro.

They forget there's a tiny involved.

status: outlined

Dick Apartments

summary:

So it turns out that the reason the rent is so low for Gus's new apartment is that the building doubles as a giant dildo.

He really should have read the lease document more thoroughly.

status: barely started

Surprise! Shrunken and Trapped - Part 2 (Poll Story)

summary:

Simon has unexpectedly shrunk, and somehow ended up in an unaware giant's underwear, just before he put it on!

~

Simon's stuck under the giant's junk, and he's causing an unfortunate itch.

status: about a paragraph written

3 sizes - Cock Vore and Cock Fucking [actual title pending]

summary:

One giant. Two sizes of tiny.

The larger tiny fucks the smaller tinies into the giant's dick

status: 99% done

Tournament

summary:

Several contestants in a large maze, each equipped with a device which will shrink someone to only a few inches tall.

The last person full sized wins.

Everyone else gets fucked.

status: outlined

[scaryspears]

Mileena Zoldyck

[Warning: This is a long post]

I just want to rant about this story I came up with when I was 15-16 where instead of being killed by D'Vorah, Mileena is banished to a different realm, which is the Hunter realm (HxH). She joins Gon and Killua on their adventure, and becomes fiance to Illumi all the while trying to make Meteor City become a kingdom by trying to gain rulership of it. I'm actually half lying because I don't want to acknowledge the weirdness of the original plot. I also wrote this before the whole "Sindel was evil this whole time" thing, so she's still under Quan Chi's spell somehow because I actually like good Sindel. Also came up with it before Mileena was added to the game so I pictured the mkx version when coming up with ideas.

The whole making a kingdom out of Meteor city thing is because I figured Mileena would be drawn to it, she won't give up being queen that easily and if she's stuck in this realm she might as well make due with what she can. The whole concept of Meteor City is that it's a place that is not only not recognised in the map, but it is a country that is a junkyard filled with, outcasts and inhabitants that have no record of existing. Any trash could be abandoned there including people (children). Only few people know of Meteor City's existence which has played an advantage for the mafia to hire the inhabitants as assassins and hitmen. The inhabitants also have a strong bond with each other. If I did not explain well then please check the wiki page for better information. Mileena herself is an outcast and was an assassin, and growing up in Outworld, a place that isn't very friendly, Meteor City would probably be like a walk in the park.

"We'll accept anything you leave here, but don't ever take anything away from us." - Meteor City's motto.

The goal isn't to take anything away from Meteor City, but to reform it. Change it, using the bond that the inhabitants have for each other and the large population against them. According to the wiki it is ruled by an assembly of elders so I'm not sure how easy it would be for her to take over. I'm not sure if she will rule fairly either, considering she is spoken poorly of when her being a Kahn is brought up. She wasn't massacring tribes like Kotal, so I'm not sure.

When I came up with this idea it was right when mk11 came out. It was another one of those things where I come up with loads of ideas but end up not writing anything. I was super annoyed that Mileena wasn't in the game and read a Naruto x Mortal Kombat fanfic where Mileena is the mother of Hinata, and figured "why don't I make my own version but with HxH". To be honest, mk11 Mileena just feels like a continuation of mk9's Mileena, not mkx. Mkx seemed more mature and adapted out of being a server and to a position of leadership (to some extent).

Nen type: Specialist

Nen abilities

Shadows - The ability to make clones of herself (This ability has set backs as the clones are more of an illusion and cannot make physical contact with objects. If they appear to a non nen user then they appear blurred)

Midnight Pretenders - The ability to make her face look more human and less Tarkatan (ability lasts for no more that 2 hours and cannot be used at the same time as another ability)

Queen - Armour that enhances her abilities and protects her from attacks, and even gives her a pair of sais (armour looks more Edenian than Outworld) The outfit was made by playing a dress up game.

Made up intros

Killua: You're getting married to Illumi?

Mileena: The agreement was that your family will let you be free to make your own choices.

Killua: You should know that it won't be that easy.

Illumi: Your father does not approve of me.

Mileena: Your mother doesn't approve of me.

Illumi: If you stop insulting her then perhaps she will grow fond of you.

Kikyo: You belong in Kukurou mountain with us.

Mileena: Don't you hail from Meteor City yourself?

Kikyo: It was in our family's best interest.

Silva: You are the perfect wife for Illumi.

Mileena: Only because Killua does not want to be heir.

Silva: Killua will change his mind.

Zeno: Shang Tsung warned me you are a clone.

Mileena: Here to tell me I'm a perversion of nature, grandfather?

Zeno: I'm here to test you, as Illumi's fiance.

Mileena: How are things between you and Ging?

Gon: Things have been fun, Mily-san.

Mileena: For his sake, it better.

Kurapika: Is it true that you're going to marry Illumi?

Mileena: I saw an opportunity and stepped in. Forgive me.

Kurapika: Just remember, Killua is our friend.

Mileena: A zodiac, eh? May prosperity continue.

Leorio: Stop, you're making me blush.

Mileena: How do you do it, Leorio?

Mileena: Meteor City is home to many assassins.

Frost: Are you saying I must take it from you?

Mileena: I want your help rebuilding and protecting it.

Mileena: Meteor City welcomes you.

Kabal: I'm not an outcast, Mileena.

Mileena: The entire Black Dragon are outcasts.

Mileena: So all of that, and Tanya is dead?

Kano: You want someone to blame, look in the mirror.

Mileena: It was your job to kill Kotal.

Mileena: When I gained the throne you abandoned it.

Erron Black: Aw, are you upset, Princess?

Mileena: At everyone who has betrayed me, yes.

Raiden: Your actions cost lives, Mileena.

Mileena: It is not my fault you involved yourselves in my affairs.

Raiden: You disguise your conquest as charity.

Sub Zero: You've learned better self control.

Mileena: Tarkatan blood makes me the perfect savage.

Sub Zero: Savage enough to join the Zoldycks?

Scorpion: A wasteland is now your home.

Mileena: Still on Quan Chi's leash?

Scorpion: I wasn't trying to insult you, Mileena.

Jade: Kotal being Kahn must still burn you.

Mileena: I am Outworld's true ruler!

Jade: Save your slobber, dog. 

Liu Kang: You are more like Shao Kahn than Kitana.

Mileena: In all the ways that matter, I am.

Liu Kang: You shouldn't be flattered, Mileena.

Kung Lao: Illumi chooses wives poorly.

Mileena: Shut up and die, shaolin.

Kung Lao: Touched a nerve, have I?

Mileena: The inhabitants of Meteor City are off limits.

Baraka: There must be a flesh trade if we are to be allied.

Mileena: Oh Baraka, not even I would feed off of them. The mafia on the other hand.

Mileena: Meteor City does not have any riches.

Kollector: It's riches are through you, Princess.

Mileena: My father has no claim to it, Kollector.

Mileena: Your flesh looks tempting.

Johnny: Yeah, everyone wants a piece of me.

Mileena: Too bad. I'm getting married.

Mileena: Face the might of Meteor City.

Cassie: You haven't changed a single bit. 

Mileena: I do not intent to.

Sonya: Kronika's trying to screw you over, Mileena.

Mileena: No one here deserves my obedience.

Sonya: Seriously not liking this idea.

Jax: We have Shang Tsung to thank for you? 

Mileena: Your opinion does not matter.

Jax: I only state facts.

Jacqui: Your mother in law is quite the nightmare.

Mileena: Can you relate, Jacqueline Briggs?

Jacqui: With me and Takeda? Dad won't give us a break.

Ermac: When Kotal sent you to a far away realm I didn't picture this.

Mileena: You are not welcome to the hunters realm.

Ermac: I do not wish to go there.

Reptile: You run in circles, Mileena.

Mileena: In what way, treacherous snake?

Reptile: By taking hold of a kingdom that is not yours to take.

Noob Saibot: Kronika promises you a kingdom.

Mileena: Meteor City needs me.

Noob Saibot: Outworld snickers at your weakness.

D'Vorah: Kotal Kahn should have killed you.

Mileena: An action that will make you incredibly pleased.

D'Vorah: As it would, you disgusting clone.

Cetrion: You took advantage of the Chimera ant invasion.

Mileena: I should always take advantage of something.

Cetrion: There's no virtue in taking cities.

Geras: Tarkatans have a history of servitude.

Mileena: That will not stop me from ruling my kingdom.

Geras: Your kingdom? Meteor City is a breeding ground for low borns.

Kotal: You belong with Baraka, Mileena.

Mileena: I belong in Meteor City, usurper.

Kotal: Your blood is Tarkatan, not that of realm.

Mileena: Leave Alluka out of this.

Kotal: She holds power you cannot be trusted with.

Mileena: She is not to be touched by anyone.

Skarlet: Meteor City is an ugly home.

Mileena: The people there are just like us.

Skarlet: Define your meaning of us, Mileena.

Kitana: Make no mistake, you are a monster.

Mileena: Yet, I am still alive.

Kitana: Under whose authority?

Sindel: You claim to not love Illumi, yet you see yourself in him.

Mileena: I did not wish to control my sister.

Sindel: Then why have you agreed to start a family with him?

Nightwolf: Meteor City wasn't yours to take.

Mileena:  It is my duty to turn it into a better place.

Nightwolf: But are you the queen it needs?

Fujin: You're a clone, Shao Kahn is not your father.

Mileena: It matters not. I am Mileena Zoldyck now.

Fujin: My heart overflows with pity for you.

Rain: What is this Phantom Troupe?

Mileena: Unlike you, they are not treacherous to Meteor City.

Rain: They will serve me if they know what's best for them.

Mileena: You are not touching a hair on Kalluto's head.

Rain: Replaced Kitana already?

Mileena: Kalluto is family.

Sheeva: It's not enough to stay my hand.

Mileena: You don't want to be allied with Meteor City?

Sheeva: In the end you betrayed Goro.

Shang Tsung: An invisible hand must guide Outworld.

Mileena: I have no place in Outwold, I will be ruling Meteor City.

Shang Tsung: Nevertheless, I will be the power behind the throne.

Shao Kahn: Come back to your family.

Mileena: I have failed you, father.

Shao Kahn: Even so, our family is not complete.

Zoldyck Bonus

Illumi: Oh, you're Mileena's mother.

Sindel: You better treat her well, assassin.

Illumi: Every Zoldyck must honour their partner.

Kitana: What do you see in Mileena?

Illumi: She understands the Zoldycks traditions as assassins.

Kitana: Only someone like you would wed themselves to someone like her.

Illumi: Your abilities are very impressive.

Skarlet: You are heavily impressed?

Illumi: Hisoka is going to like you a lot.

Liu Kang: Your wickedness makes me sick to my stomach.

Illumi: I'm glad my blood lust warns you.

Liu Kang: It is not something to be proud of.

Illumi: You created my fiance.

Shang Tsung: I am certain she will function as any other woman.

Illumi: If not... you will splice our DNA.

Shang Tsung: Let me see those needles of yours.

Illumi: Nen cannot simply be stolen.

Shang Tsung: Your friend Chrollo says otherwise.

Shao Kahn: What are your intentions with my daughter?

Illumi: She will give birth to many future Zoldycks.

Shao Kahn: If this is true you will die.

Illumi: I do not have advice to give you, Bi Han.

Noob Saibot: We have much in common, Illumi.

Illumi: Your interest in Skarlet is between the two of you.

Shao Kahn: Aid me against Kronika.

Silva: You are going to con me.

Shao Kahn: Where did you get that idea?

Sindel: I heard Mileena's been giving you quite the run around.

Kikyo: How could you have raised such a vile girl?

Sindel: Careful how you speak.

Gon: You're one of Mileena's big sisters, I'm guessing.

Skarlet: What gave it away?

Gon: I know those hungry eyes from anywhere.

Gon: You don't deserve to be Mileena's older sister.

Kitana: That clone is not fit to live.

Gon: You're worse than Illumi.

Kitana: You and Mileena are friends?

Killua: We don't get along, but Gon likes her.

Kitana: Children are very naive.

Zeno: Mileena is much like Kikyo.

Shang Tsung: Is that a problem?

Zeno: So long as Mileena gets on her nerves, no.

Zeno: You cannot embrace being old?

Shang Tsung: I prefer more bearable appearances.

Zeno: Then you haven't embraced dying.

[cornfields-td-nonsense]

Caleb

alright, more character ask game. Caleb time! This should be...... fun........

Sexuality headcanon: that man is the most aroace being I've ever seen. (I close my eyes and pretend the second half of season 2 doesn't exist.) Priya having the most obvious crush in the world and Caleb obliviously being like "ah yes I'm getting a good grade in Alliance :)" was their peak dynamic imo

Gender headcanon: haven't thought much abt it. but he could be trans. who knows. idk. the man's a mystery.

A ship I have with said character: Lmao let him have any kind of relationship with anyone other than Priya and then we can talk

A BROTP I have with said character: once again he and Priya as friends (with her maybe having an unrequited crush if you want) was them at their best. I don't actually dislike them as a couple, either - I feel like it could have been really nice, but it just wasn't as well written.

A NOTP I have with said character: Caleb and Bowie. Nope. I'm good. Ngl I was a teeny bit scared going into season 2 that they'd pull some love triangle bs with Caleb Raj and Bowie, since Bowie clearly seemed into him in the first episode. Thank god they didn't lmao, that would have been a trainwreck. The last thing we need rn is another love triangle.

A random headcanon: he mentioned golf one time so now I imagine he really likes minigolf. idk the idea of this huge buff dude being super into minigolf is really fun to me. (specifically minigolf. Golf golf is evil.) Golf doesn't sound like a word anymore. Crap.

General opinion: he got done so dirty. So, so dirty. He's a nice character and I love a lot of his scenes in a vacuum but it genuinely feels like (other than shipping him with Priya) they couldn't decide what they wanted to do with him. The 'honesty' thing in the last couple of episodes felt really forced and just made him look like a really bad boyfriend, and we've literally SEEN him do better. either set up the fact that he's too honest/nice for his own good as more of a running theme, or don't do it at all. But despite all of that, I do like him. He's fun to watch (most of the time), I like his design and the personality he does have is good. See what I mean? He's such a complicated character to talk about that even the nice things I say sound really backhanded. Just give me the reins, FreshTV, I could rewrite him so much better.

[auyouni]

some kind of madness has started to evolve // septiplier

"Why didn't you tell me??" Mark demands, and it would surprise Jack how readily he accepts Jack's reality if they hadn't already had this conversation in a million different ways.

It left such an awful bitter taste in his mouth. He tried to maintain normalcy for so long, but he's played every video game in the world by now, and all of his friends feel like damn NPCs, and he's so tired of this cycle. His only solace is his dreams.

He gives a clipped laugh, hands clenching at his sides. "Why would I? Y're barely even the real Mark anymore, t' me. The real Mark gets to leave this fucking school, gets to go on and marry Rosanna and disappear into his fairytale." They're only halfway through this loop, but eventually, everything spills out. It often does. "Or, hell, maybe he stays, I don't even fucking know. But you… There's nothing you could ever do to surprise me anymore." And he still loves him. Mark is an extremely well trodden forest path, but Jack never wants to take another one.

Mark looks stunned. "What the hell, Sean? I'm still a person! I-I have free will! If you're so sick of me, why are you still here?"

Jack goes quiet, eyes stinging with the force of his pain, so distraught and visible and bone-tired. He always cuts honey bunches off early, these past cycles, unable to handle the proximity with their doomed fate. But he can't ever resist starting it in the first place. He shakes his head, eyes never leaving Mark's. "Where else would I go?" he says, voice a little hoarse. "Where else in the world would I ever rather be? You're the best home I've ever known. I couldn't give you up, not for a single cycle." There's no desperation in it anymore, too wrung out to want Mark more than anything - and yet, he'd never give Mark up to get out of the endless plague of restarts.

Mark looks like he's been struck physically by the words, staring at Jack like he's finally understanding him for the first time. Jack's shoulders slump, wondering why he'd bothered. Mark is incapable of making new decisions, has been one of the few constants in this strained existence. He doesn't know what he expected, why this almost felt different for a moment. He shuts his eyes, reaching up to rub his temple, "I'm sorry, we can just ignore–"

There's only a half-second's warning of feeling the other man in his space - the most familiar sensation in the world - before Mark's lips are pressing into his, shockingly.

Jack feels like gravity has shifted beneath him, a tremor in the earth. Nothing has come close to scraping him, let alone rocking him, for decades now. He is shaken to his core, because this is the one thing he'd given up on being possible. It still feels impossible, but he feels an echo in his mind somewhere saying, When thinking in infinities, 'unlikely' is just certainty waiting for its turn.

Mark pulls back before Jack can get a grip on any of it, and his hands fling out to grip his best friend's arms. Honestly, he feels a little sick. It's fucked up, for Mark to swing so low just to through a wrench into this run, prove him wrong, whatever it is he thinks he's doing. "Was that surprising enough? I don't think a version of me has done that, before…" Mark's voice comes low and happy, and Jack's eyes spring open.

"That's cruel t' do, just ta surprise me," he says, voice thick with repressed emotions that have lasted millennia. 

Mark frowns abruptly, taken off-guard by his words, or tone, or maybe the defeated look in his eye. Like he's lost this fight over and over and he's ready to lay down and accept his end. "I thought you'd want me to…"

Jack tries to pull away, and maybe his friend - because even with this fresh ache, he could never erase Mark from his side - feels a little tug on his arms, but that's all he can manage. He's tired of pretending he doesn't want it, that he hasn't spent countless attempts just trying to make this, them, happen. "Not just because it's something I haven't gotten before. I want–" he chokes himself off, already sounding strangled, and he's almost disgusted with himself that these feelings can arise after all this time. Will it always be like this? How is he ever supposed to break the cycle? "I wanted you to want me because you want to. I have spent over a hundred years wanting you, Mark, an' I can't… ya can't just kiss me unless you mean it." And if there's anything he's learned, it's that Mark never means it. He's been kissed by Mark, and Dark, plenty of times at this point - never as much as he wants to and always too much - and it's started to just feel cruel.

Mark watches him with molasses eyes, head tilted, and Jack can practically feel the ache in both of their chests. Always for different reasons. Mark looks at him like a wounded bird, but without pity, and it makes Jack's chest shake. "So you do want me to kiss you," he says softly, like approaching a spooked horse, and Jack wishes he could decipher that tone. Mark steps back into his space again, slowly, and let's his hand gently slide up Jack's chest. The shaking slows, eased, but he's been unraveling for lifetimes now and it feels like his bones will never be put to rest.

"Only if you want it the way I do," he replies, voice weak, the fight going out of him. He knows, in his soul, that Mark is going to kiss him again. He doesn't know why. He can only pray that Mark takes it seriously, knows how close Jack is to that edge.

That's always been the problem, though - Mark alone has always known how to pull him back with ease.

Mark's lips fit over his like a whisper, like a promise, like tender hands picking up a wounded dove. Jack's entire body shudders, and he's so tired suddenly. The world has been crashing down around him for so long now, the prison of this campus and time itself, and why does he keep fighting this when it's all he wants? If he can ignore every failed attempt, every early elopement of Ro and Mark, every breakup that led him to the arms of another girl, every kiss meant to keep Jack from leaving him… He can let it go, just once. For his own sanity. For an antidote to the soul, even if all he tastes is poison again in the morning.

Jack's hand shakes as he reaches up to brush his knuckles over his best friend's cheekbone, and he's kissing back tentatively, afraid. So very afraid. Mark remains steady, slowly moving their lips together, like a reassurance, and Jack feels the stirrings of his long dead - or, apparently, comatose - heart, one he'd put to sleep to avoid more damage. Maybe in that time it's actually healed some, but for now, he just relishes in it feeling alive again. Mark's hand is pressed over it, like his own reassurance, and Jack wants to break and crumble in the face of it. He almost wants to run away. Instead he sighs gently, pressing a little more into Mark, a quiet trust in place. Time and time and time and time and time again, this is the only man he fully trusts with his heart.

Mark has never taken that lightly, even if he knows how to break his heart better than anyone else.

His best friend's hand rests on his shoulder, a solid weight like a tether. Grounding. Safe. Any desperation left inside of him seeps out, the rattling in his chest quieting, and he kisses Mark like everything will be okay.

Maybe this time, it will.

Mark pulls back just a hair, only a whisper left between their lips, and Jack can feel his smile without even opening his eyes. "I do want you, Sean." Jack's breath catches, a lump in his throat. "No buts. I want you too." The last sentence carries the intensity of a man of months-long yearning, and it's like some of the life is breathed back into him. Mark punctuated it with a harder kiss, as if he needs to prove it. Like he's a ghost story that Jack can only roll his eyes at, and maybe that's a bit too accurate.

He'd gone into this repeating prison stay with the idea in his head that the only way to break out of it was to finally end up with Mark. Why else would he be here? He'd healed well enough after his very first youni experience, in his mind. And so many attempts were spent trying a million different combinations to get there.

Now… it's been a while since he gave that up. Or, at least, consciously. It was all still there, and now it's pressing him closer to Mark, breathing him in. Deep inhales instead of gulping breaths, they melt into each other.

Best friends till the end.

That's all there ever was, in the end - the two of them.

"What matters to you most right now? In all of this," he murmurs softly against his lips, caressing the skin under his jawline. There's no hiding how much he's craving more of that contact, how much he still desperately wants to be held by him.

It takes longer than Jack cares to admit for him to find his voice, and when he does it sounds rough, but somehow still so clear and sure. "This." There's such a weight behind that single word. It has to be true. This isn't about the universe, and it definitely isn't about Jack finding peace within himself. Mark can make him believe again, has always felt like the key to finding his peace. His best friend, the boy he loves. He swallows hard, and whispers the next part, even if it pains him to say, even if it might shatter him. "Us."

There's a moment's pause before Mark answers, but it seems to stretch on for ages to Jack. They're both silent for so long that Jack thinks Mark might not answer, but finally he hears him mumble something unintelligible. His name. Mark is saying his name. When he opens his eyes Mark is staring at him like he's never seen him before. "Then let's try. Can we try?" He feels more than sees Mark swallow hard, and Jack shakes. Actually, maybe he just hasn't stopped shaking.

"I want nothing more, Marky," he says breathlessly, and his best friend grins, and kisses him again.

[incarnateirony]

I've been reading your posts for a while. I used to have respect for you, but in one moment your saying you love your ex and want to help them and are there for them. Then in the next your trying to persuade them to commit suicide? And the fact that you work for a crisis hotline?? If your ex called into that crisis hotline and you answered, would you even try to talk them out of suicide? Cause your posts say otherwise, dude.

Do you understand the essence of dissonance?

I don't care what you morons respect.

This is war.

This is years of sufferage she has subjected me and many others to. This is years of lies, and her building a cult. This is me not caring what morons on tumblr say. This is me spellcrafting a series of ends until she stops harassing me. Everywhere. Everywhen. Respect or disrespect what you fucking want.

I'm going to be damned if I let some glorified fangirl get the last word.

What part of "retards on tumblr not understanding, or whining, about what is going on, or losing ten followers, does not matter to me, SHE is the one grooming for followers while I try to disappear for the last year" is not clicking with you whiny shitbags on her clowncell?

She doesn't HAVE TO keep running into this hamster wheel until she dies. She keeps insisting on it, against my consent.

I don't care how loud she, or you, or anyone on her ancestral memory cries tonight. She's going straight to conceptual tartarus until she dies or repents, it is truly that simple. She cannot ride me for all eternity and groom her acolytes to it. She set her own trap, and you can all cope, even if we're making it up as we go. But let her dad keep building toilet paper tartarus to my raging tartarus cock as Unspoken Games while pretending she can't fucking understand what she's doing to everyone around her.

This is no longer a Supernatural blog. I would have thought you noticed that two rebrands ago.

This is a personal blog. And you're following one of the magi of the ages.

suck my dick. She certainly is. gargling it, really. She's pretending she isn't gagging on it right now.

me not informing you absolute nimrods of who i am or what i do on the daily doesn't mean it didn't happen, it just means you were ignorant, for years. Sometimes ignorance is bliss, and many people happily receive the messages between. but then you get absolute dorkuses like you clutching their pearls when I grab my abusive stalker ex by the magical cervix and start dragging her through the galaxy two post fandom rebrands later.

three years motherfuckers.

three fucking years of her absolute delusional horse shit, and active stalking across every possible server, and her cult grooming, and me trying to be patient. Three fucking years. An entire fucking saturn cycle. And now it's saturn return and she and basically everyone in her blast radius on the node are running like bitches. So go ahead, whine and run.

Literally nothing, nothing at all but her own addiction to me, is making her tug the black mambas causing this over and over. Yalls lack of ability to give a shit that people exist, and have wills outside of what you want to see them perform, you and her both, on your shitheaded mindless noncell of brain, is your own personal issue. No means no, and now it's years of No. And that? Her active, repeated, and at this point conscious violations? That's more important than if I offend ten randos on tumblr. Something people like you and her can't fucking compute.

THAT'S real.

If you're this fucking offended, maybe review the amount of abuse from her I've endured to reach this snapping point of setting a cosmic acme trap of her own shitheaded "beliefs" against her.

"I used to respect you but" shut the fuck up. If you followed this blog from the date of launch until now, nearly half of that I've been getting stalked, harassed, and attacked by this human sack of shit, to the point of trying to attack my primary business investor in like normal physical real life, so deal with the results, you whiny shitbags.

She was never gonna stop. So I may as well stick her in a loop until she has to. Everywhere. Everywhen.

The posts you're complaining about witnessing, as if you can't hit Unfollow like I'm begging her to unfollow my DICK, are trifold: partially to give her a chance to change, partially to make sure she knows who did it to her, and partially for the sake of the spiral itself on its many threads that can reset day to day or moment to moment. Spellcasting is all about focus, and it's very funny if I've kept months of daily spells multi-manifold from multiminds Persuaded to an idea I can call, over and over again, in each unbroken circle she refuses to stop until she dies.

She legit does not have to die. All it takes to Not Die is to Tell The Truth.

You're complaining that she has to tell the truth.

The Truth or Despair.

Those are your options.

Truth serum available worldwide, shay shay. But you know, I can hear you screaming through your ancestral memory, right? But I can also repress that something something +10 courage to everyone that tweeted after that tonight, suck my cock like you insist on doing.

[offscriptif]

How would the ROs respond in an Orpheus and Eurydice situation? I saw that it would hurt you and I figure your game will have tons of angst so I'm trading it back in advance

Orpheus

Archie doesn’t look back. He won’t. He can’t. 

He has to believe there is a way for you two to have a happy ending. He has to believe that it was not all in vain. The search, the struggle, it has to have meant something. He has to believe the Spirits are fickle but not cruel, that they follow their own rules... Because if he doesn’t, what else is there? If he doubts the deal, then you won’t be there when the road is over. Your smile will slowly fade from his memory, your eyes dull forever more. 

No.

If there is the smallest of chances of your survival, he will walk to the depths of Hades and back again without looking back, even if every step sends searing fear through his being. He will do it. 

You will live. 

He will become a shell of a man if you don’t.

Adhy looks back. She has to.

Unlike her brother, she does not rely on faith. She never has. She does not trust the gods, does not believe in inherent goodness. All she knows is that the world is cruel, and so are the Spirits.

She cannot trust them.

Adhara tries to trust the Spirits, tries to trust their end of the bargain, but the more steps she takes, the less she hears yours. The more she asks questions, she less she hears you. 

It will reach a point in which she cannot hold back any longer, so she turns, tears running down her face, hope extinguishing as her eyes lay on you.

Vicky looks back in excitement when the sunshine breaks through the caves entrance. 

Vicky looks back by accident, and that is the worst tragedy of it all. 

She does not need faith on the gods, when she has trust on you. She does not fear you leaving, for she knows she has your heart. That makes the walk back into the surface easy. She knows her task, knows just what she has to do. Slowly but surely the follows the path, humming under her breath to distract herself of the eerie silence behind her, pretending that it doesn’t bother her. 

But it does. 

So when the light is near, when she sees the exist and your future right in front of her, she turns in excitement. She cannot wait for a life with you!

Except-

Except the test hadn’t been over, and the last thing to see is the horror on her eyes. 

Carmen knows the story, she won’t look back.

It’s one of the few stories she remembers, that of Eurydice and Orpheus. She knows the task, the test and the failure, and she will use that knowledge to ensure you live. That is all that matters.

Carmen but runs all the way to the exist, not pausing a second, not allowing the doubt to settle because she knows she will cave if she does. 

So she runs. And runs. And runs. And doesn’t stop. 

She knows the story, but now, out in the daylight, she wonders if she knows the wrong story. She wonders if she failed if-

The moment you tackle her into the grounds, she begins weeping in relief. 

Milo doesn’t look back. He has been given a task, and he will see it through. 

Eyes on the path, Milo walks his way out of Hades. Every cell on his body screams for him to turn around, to look at you, savor your presence.

But he does not want to lose you, and He told you he would if he did. So Milo doesn’t turn, but instead climbs higher, a step after the other, face blank as he pushes down any emotion trying to push through. 

He will not lose you. Not to his impatience. 

And yet, every step is agony.

It takes all of him not to collapse once he crosses the threshold of the Underworld. Relief burns through his veins as he turns, half-agony half-hope. When he sees you, a smile breaks through and he collapses into your arms, sobbing. 

 Blake look back. He has to. 

They knows the Fae and Spirits. They knows they play fast and loose with their deals, leave them full of loopholes. They knows the best option is to follow through until the end. So they try. They make it halfway through the path, when they begin to doubt. 

They are halfway there, when they begin to remember.

Remember the lonely days on the streets, on the tower. Remember the snide comments and insults they threw your way at the beginning, their actions... And suddenly, they don’t know if you would stay if you were given the option. 

So Blake turns. 

And curses themselves to watch as you disappear. 

Val looks back out weakness. 

They try. Desperately so. They try to make it out of the Underworld without turning, because you are their world and they cannot go another day without seeing you. 

They try. 

But they can’t hear you. Not when they talk to you, not when they beg for a sign. Any sign. They can’t hear you, and they fear that means you have left them, turned around and returned to the world of the death. 

Suddenly, they fear. 

They turn around in desperation, hands reaching and slipping through your figure as you disappear.

It’s as if they were a puppet’s whose strings are cut, because after you are gone, they collapse on the floor and do not move again. 

Rowan doesn’t look back. They don’t need to. 

One thing you don’t know about demons: they are related to the High Fae. One thing you don’t know about Rowan: they were raised by a High Fae. They know contracts and loopholes like the back of their hands. They know the true test from the moment it leaves the Spirits mouth. 

They know, and they will not let an ungrateful little has been take you away from you. 

Rowan does not turn around, and beelines for the exist. And yet, instead of remaining in stony silence, they fills the silence by chattering of anything and everything. It’s equally a promise to you and a reassurance: they will get you out and you will be free. 

Eurydice

Archie

“Oh, dearest,” he manages to whisper before he disappears, hands reaching out in hopes of touching you one last time, even if he knows the attempt is in vain. He does not blame you, how can he when he knows that you turned out of love? He can see it clearly in your face, and all he can feel is an all-encompassing love and grief. 

Adhy

There are tears running down her cheeks as she smiles at you softly. 

“I love you,” she tells you as she hugs herself in a desperate attempt to hold herself together. She will miss you, miss you more than being alive, but it seems that this was it. The end of the line for you and her, and she would not allow for the end to grieve you so. “Be happy.”

Vicky

There is no tears or sadness on her eyes, just fondness. There is no reprimands, no anger. Vicky had known it was a long shot, and had not dared hope, so she was not disappointed. She had made her peace when she had died, and she is glad that she got to see you one last time before she died.

“Live, please.”

Carmen

There is no smile on her lips as you turn, but her eyes are understanding as she fades away from view. How can she blame you when you love her? She simply can’t. So she doesn’t. Instead, she musters a tender smile as she disappears from view. 

Milo

“Missed me already?” He tries for levity, to avoid thinking about the fact that he already felt his limps disappearing, even as he reached out in a desperate attempt to get close to you. “I did too. I will too.”

“Goodbye.”

Blake

There is no heat in their glare as they frown.

“You just had to turn, didn’t you? As if I would let anyone stop me, stupid,” they grumble before their head snaps to you as they fade. “I will find you again, you hear me? I will find you.”

Val

“Häschen,” they breath out, too focused on drinking your features before they fade. They are going to miss you desperately, they know. You are their home, and without you, they are lost. “I will remember you, liebling. ‘til the end of times.”

Rowan

They laugh and it’s a broken laugh, full of grief. 

“You should have never made a deal with the High Fae, sweetheart, they will always find a way to fuck you up,” they admit brokenly as they look at you, blue eyes memorizing your face before it’s too late. “It was a good run,” they say softly as they disappear. 

[max-nico]

How Deltarune Characters Play Minecraft

Kris

Let me introduce you to the minecraft player of your (or at least my) dreams. They've played minecraft since they could hold a controller, can defeat the ender dragon without breaking a sweat, probably competed in a tournament somewhere and won. This child is a god amongst mortals and they want you to know it.

They can find diamonds within the first 10 minutes of playing the game, they're a strip mining expert.

BUT.

They can't build. Their house is a small dirt shack, their farm is basically hoed dirt with wheat, carrots, and MAYBE sugar cane. There are two sheep and two pigs. They have a dog.

Is okay enough at redstone that people like me will bow and quiver in their presence.

Susie

You've met minecraft player of your dreams, now meet your worst enemy.

She has never played a full game on survival, has never truly beat the ender dragon, and has no clue how to mine. She just gets lost constantly because she only carries like 10 torches on her because, "I'm Susie I don't need any lame ass torches" and, "I can find my way out I'll be fine."

She's lying.

Shes never actually found diamonds she just gets them on creative. She also griefs your builds because she finds your frustration funny.

Doesn't play minecraft by herself, the game isn't entertaining unless shes ruining someone's day.

Red stone will make her cry, but she loves enchanting (even if she always cheats for the lapis)

Noelle

If you think Noelle is afraid of caves, mobs, nighttime, builds that naturally spawn, and literally everything else, you're correct. She used to play with Kris growing up and they did all the hard work, she just built mediocre houses and picked flowers.

A god a farming. She has well kept animals and a gorgeous field of plants both for eating and beauty.

She always has that one texture pack with the really nice looking flowers on.

Has two girl dogs and they are married.

She was the type to roleplay or play pretend while Kris just went along with it.

Has never touched TNT, redstone, or lapis in her life, and she likes it that way

Lancer

Only plays to use the elytra (???) wings.

He makes giant towers and covers them in lava, they're such an eyesore but they're all over the world. They make his game lag and he is completely fine with that, he will continue to make more.

Has no clue how anything works.

Has never been off creative.

He makes his houses out of gold, diamonds, emeralds, etc. They are also an eyesore. Just giant, basically empty, bright blue, rectangles that sit in the middle of the world. He doesn't even sleep in them. He adds like 4 chests and one of them has a ton of speed potions in it.

"What?? Redstone exists?? I thought that was a myth."

Digs straight down just because people tell him not to.

Berdly

The most mediocre minecraft player in the history of ever. He knows all of the super cool tricks but he never does them right, entered a tournament and came in last, has never had a cat.

This man doesn't play on creative because "that's not the TRUE gamer way Kris !"

Cannot use redstone, he tried for weeks but he just cannot get the hang of it. He is very jealous of people who can, but will never admit that outloud.

His luck is terrible. He dies while mining constantly because of RNG, it's so sad.

Ralsei

Has never gone mining once, he makes Kris do it.

However.

His builds?? Incredible. He Is The Master Builder alright??

Everything looks realistic and is still functional. While Kris is slaving in the mines and Susie is gathering (read hunting) animals, Ralsei is slaving away making a 5 story castle with a working refrigerator.

Does apologize for the time it takes him to make the build but it only takes him like an hour maybe hour and a half max?? He is truly talented.

This fluffy angel has never touched a sword a day in his life. He is, in fact, terrified of creepers. When he's playing by himself he's playing on peaceful. Has not defeated the ender dragon. Does own too many cats.

Is nowhere near god tier with redstone but WAAAY better than average. Ralsei helps Kris with their own redstone builds and its wholesome.

Can Use Lapis But Doesn't, Cannot Use TNT And He Likes It That Way.

Queen

Dream walked so she could run. God tier at everything she does. An icon.

Has the record for speed running minecraft, everytime someone beats her time she just one ups them, it's amazing.

Her downfall? Mediocre builder, is a griefer.

If she put the effort in then her builds would be great. I mean, her builds are a bit more than subpar because of the redstone in them, but they're pretty basic for the most part.

Queen enjoys making everybody else miserable, she doesn't care If you can't take it, either get with the program or don't play with her. She wants to terrorize you, if you build she'll find it and light it on fire, place a chest and she'll raid it for everything it's worth, she'll slaughter all of your dogs horses and cats in cold blood.

"LMAO Its Called Getting Gud Loser"

[none of these characters know how to make potions and it shows]

I'll Do More Characters If I Feel Like It

[severelytalentless]

History Part 1

Jealous!Gojo x F!Reader x BadBoy!Getou

I got tangled up with this yarn ball of a love triangle for a hot second. It's long and a little angsty, I'm not completely sure I like it.

But here it is. Hope it hits well.

18+ content: sexual scenarios & strong language, exhibitionism, dubcon, public fingering, semi-public sex, dirty talk, angst

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(don't leave - (throttle remix) snakehips x MO)

"Oh shit, I'm so late.."

The sound of your alarm clock melded with your dream and failed to wake you up. Instant panic jolts through you when you see the time, you rush to fling yourself out of bed.

“FUCK!”

You yelp as a strong arm wraps around your waist, yanking you back. You collapse on top of him and proceed to smack and pry at his forearm to let you go. His mischievous giggle under the covers only makes you more frustrated.

“I swear to God! Satoru! Let me go, I am so late!”

He squeezes harder and begins dragging you under.

“Late for what? Makin’ me breakfast in bed? Oh bunny, you're so thoughtful!”

You try to hide your giggle with an aggravated groan and an elbow thrown somewhere near his ribs.

“You're such a shit! I'm serious let me go, NOW!”

You don't have time for this. It's like he's been on a mission to make you late in one way or another to every class these days. Trapping you in bed all morning, kidnapping you for lunch, holding you hostage between classes, keeping you up way too late for extracurricular activities. You really can't complain, you have so much fun with him, but your grades are starting to catch up with you.

He'll try to convince you it's no big deal; that slacking off is what seniors are meant to do. But it's all gotten really stressful. Especially the History test you've spent zero time studying for. It's all fun and games until you have to answer for late assignments and failing marks.

You tumble off the bed as he groans in dramatic agony and releases you. You flail around the room collecting your things and dressing all at once.

“You're no fun..who needs History anyway? The past is boring, you should be living in the present..with me..in this bed..” you roll your eyes at his wiggling brows and his attempt at a sexy pose. In all honesty, it's not a bad attempt. His messy bed head and half-covered naked body are very easy on the eyes. But damn it, if you miss one more class because of this handsome fucker, your GPA is completely screwed.

“Toru, I have to go to class...where are my glasses?”

You button your shirt and pull your hair into the best bun you can. He sighs and points to your dresser. You snatch them and run for the door, hopping as you pull your shoes on.

“Call me when you're done being teacher's pet.” You shake your head and squint at him as he winks and blows you a kiss. You rush out the door leaving him to flop down on your bed alone. He frowns at the ceiling.

Why do you have to be so perfect and responsible? Why do you have to take such early classes? Why can't he have you all to himself? And when the hell did he get so tightly wrapped around your finger like this?

Something changed at the party. After he saw the effect Suguru had on you. He's felt this need to keep you closer. To somehow win you over. If he just stays present in your life. Maybe you'll want to stay a little longer. Maybe you won't choose him instead...

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(you get me so high - the neighbourhood)

The bell rings as you're halfway up the stairs. Shit, you hate walking into class late. Especially since it's become your new habit. You get so flustered when everyone turns to look. You straighten your outfit and fuss with your hair before opening the door.

All eyes are on you. Deep breath. You quickly scan for an open seat and try to look casual. Fuck. Usually, there are a few to choose from but since the test is next week all seats are taken, except for one. And it's in the back...next to him.

You try not to make eye contact but it's unavoidable. He's already looking at you with a smirk and pats the seat before you take it. You quickly pull out your notes and get down to business, pretending he doesn't exist. He snaps his gum and leans on the table, turning his head to obviously look at your averted gaze.

“Do you mind?” you whisper sharply, jotting down a note.

“Not at all, I like the view..” he snaps his gum again. You huff and keep writing. He leans over, looking down at your notebook. You look up and furrow your brows at him. He raises an eyebrow and your cheeks flush immediately, mind flashing back to what he did the last time you scowled at him. How firmly he yanked on that leash...

His grin pulls wider and you turn away quickly.

“Please..I really need to focu-”

“You missed a button..” he slips his finger between where your shirt is parted and your hand flies up to stop him, tossing your pen in the process. He hums as he reaches down to retrieve it. You rush to secure your shirt closed and huff a sigh. You really really need to focus.

He taps your pen on your notebook and mutters in your ear.

“You really shouldn't let him keep you up so late. You're gonna fail the test..” he drops the pen and looks forward to the lecture. You snatch it back.

He's not wrong. He leans sideways to your ear again.

“But we both know you can't get enough, can you..” his words bring the vivid image of his heavy cock laying hard on his abs to the front of your mind and you shift in your seat to try and ignore the sudden throb in your core.

Fuck. This is exactly why you've been avoiding him since the party.

Gojo is enough of a distraction for you. Throwing Getou into the mix would be completely disastrous.

Yet...

You can't deny what the thought of him does to your insides.

You had always been into the dark intellectual guys before Gojo fucked his way into your heart.

But Gojo had been adamant that he didn't want anything serious between you from the start of your fling.

So perhaps getting to know Getou a little more wouldn't be-

Holy Fuck.

His hand is on your thigh...

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(champagne & sunshine - PLVTINUM)

You stifle a gasp, train of thought being forcefully derailed by his touch. Your heartbeat pulses in your cheeks at the intrusion, and it only gets worse as he starts to tease the hem of your skirt up your leg.

Panic sets in and freezes you to your seat, eyes darting around faster than your racing heart, just waiting for someone to take notice. But all you see are the backs of heads, and your professor is busy writing on the board. You're fairly secluded in the back of the room, the tables are all two seated. He's got you right where he wants you. He keeps his eyes forward and whispers to you.

“Shh..settle sweetheart..don't fuss...they'll know..” you clutch the top of your notebook, keeping your heavy breaths as quiet as you possibly can while he feels his way to the heat beneath your skirt. He leans his elbow on the desk and rests his chin in his palm, examining the fluster in your eyes. He hums and rubs his middle finger along your clothed slit. Your teeth dig into your lip to trap a whimper.

“You’d better pay attention..I bet this’ll be on the test..” an evil smirk crawls across his face. He watches your brows furrow, desperate eyes begging him to stop. He shakes his head and rubs in on your clit. Pleasure spurs your core, helping to release your jaw and the hot breath that follows. You drop your head to suppress your arousal. It doesn't work.

“Open your legs..” his gentle voice is laced with some kind of poison, something that just makes you weak. You hum a little moan and stare at your notebook, shaking your head as subtly as possible.

“Suguru...please..” your whispered plea is met with a low chuckle, his fingers push in harder, you whimper.

“Spread. Your. Legs.” he growls through his teeth, the pressure is just too much, you exhale and slowly widen your knees under the table. Your cheeks are so hot you must be glowing at this point. He can feel your slick wetting your panties.

“Good girl. Now. Keep taking notes..” he smiles and nods to the lecture as his fingers pull aside your panties and gently touch on the soft skin beneath. He taps your pen on your notebook and raises an eyebrow.

“Fuck..” it's so hard to keep your composure, or your legs spread like this. How does he expect you to take fucking notes?!

“Oh, don't worry, I'm gonna fuck you later..but right now you need to focus..” the words make your walls clench and you hide your moan with a little cough. He lays your pen into your hand and helps you position it on the paper, all the while teasing his fingers around in your slick, just playing with your arousal.

This is all just a fun little game for Getou. Watching you struggle to contain yourself is really turning him on. Even more so since you could get caught. You've been playing so hard to get since the party. But the cat is out of the bag, he knows there's a kinky little freak underneath this teacher's pet facade you've got on. He saw the lust on your face when he and Gojo fucked you raw, relished how you sank to your knees and swallowed his cock. You're a good obedient slut and he intends to treat you as such, regardless of how Gojo feels about it.

You manage to spell out a few words before he starts rolling your exposed clit around under his finger.

"Oh my god!" The hushed moan comes out a bit louder than you thought it would. You grip the pen while your other hand flies over your mouth. You lean on the table and try to hold still, but your flinching hips give you away. You hear your professor stop talking and clear his throat.

"Excuse me, Ms. L/N, is there a problem?"

Fuck fuck fuck...his fingers are pressing harder.

Adrenaline mainlines through your system and your stomach twists up into a sickening knot. You smack the table and look up in a panic. Getou gives your poor clit no relief as you force out a response.

"NO! No..I'm..fine..just need to go to-unh-the restroom..please.."

You squeeze your knees back together just as everyone turns to look at you. He finally removes himself from between your legs, leaning back in his seat, smiling while he watches you quickly stand and flatten your skirt back down. You hurry down the aisle past the curious faces of your classmates, escaping into the hallway.

You fall back against the door and pant. You've never been so flustered. You take a deep breath and walk to the bathroom where you splash some water on your face and look hard at yourself in the mirror.

What the fuck was he doing? Why were you letting him do it? What the fuck has gotten into you?!

Who are you fucking kidding?

You liked it.

For all your protesting and fear of being caught, that made you so fucking wet, made you feel dangerous and naughty. You reach down and smirk, feeling how damp you are, rolling your eyes at yourself. Damn it, he's so bad.

You walk back into the classroom and try to ignore the prying eyes that follow you to your seat. You stare him down as you approach. That smirk pulls onto his mouth again and he pulls out your seat. You huff a breath and get back to your notes.

"That was close, huh?" he whispers after a few minutes. You keep your eyes on your notebook, surprising him with your little smile. He knew you fucking liked it.

You both sit through the remainder of class, sexual tension bristling between you, thick up to your necks. You look up at the clock, the bell is about to ring. You have a free period before your next class. You place your finger on his notebook and drag it away from him. He tilts his head and gives you an amused curious look as you jot something down. The bell announces the end of class and chairs begin to scrap on the floor, books rustling into backpacks. You slide it back to him and stand up quickly with your notebook in hand. He watches you saunter down the aisle and out the door without another glance his way. He huffs a laugh and looks down at what you wrote.

west wing hall closet. right now.

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(over - honors)

“Does Satoru know how bad you want me?” he growls the question into your neck. His hand catches your throat, and he thumps you back against the door. You bite into your grin, shaking your head.

"You're so fucking naughty.." he squeezes a little harder, he leans into you, licking up your neck. Your head falls back and you giggle.

"He doesn't need to know." you hear him groan and he bucks his hips against you, his other hand tugs your skirt up. You help him by hooking your fingers into your panties, pulling them down, smile still plastered on your blushing face. He lets go of your throat.

"That's my girl.." the purr in his low voice tickles your throbbing core, you moan and run your fingers up into his hair while he kisses down to your collarbone. He quickly undoes his belt and you land a kiss on his neck, sucking and biting down a little, making him grumble as his buckle hit the floor.

Suddenly, you hear your phone ring in your bag on the floor. You pull your mouth off him and realize immediately who's calling. So does he.

"Answer it.." he smirks, stepping back and nodding down at the bag. You drop and pull it out. You hesitate, settling your breath before opening the call.

"Hi Toru," Getou palms his bulging erection. You try to keep your voice calm and natural, but you're immediately distracted by the heavy cock that falls from his briefs before you.

"Hey bunny, are you done with class?" Getou strokes it, staring at your reaction.

"Uh..yep, all done.." his cock is so hard and swollen, precum is already leaking from the tip. Your walls tighten inside and you absent-mindedly lick your lips.

"Come meet me at the cafe, I owe you coffee after keeping you up so late..” you can hear the playful smile in his voice as Getou starts to close the distance between you. He grabs your leg and lifts it up to his hip. You grip his shoulder to steady yourself. You feel the tip of his cock prod at your slippery entrance and gasp.

“...hello? Y/N, what's wrong?” Getou’s grin widens, hearing Gojo’s voice through the phone. He pauses to let you come up with a reply.

“Nothing, I just..left something in the classroom, I'll meet you for coffee in-” your knees go weak as Getou cuts you off by driving his cock up inside you with no warning. Your head thumps back into the door and you cuss at him silently, shuddering as your unprepared cunt struggles to adjust to his abrupt entrance. He just grins and leans his hips into you harder, pinning you to the door with his cock.

“Hey I think you're breaking up..when will you be here?” you're too focused on the sweet stretch to answer and Getou plucks the phone from your hand.

“She’ll be there when I'm done with her..”

Your heart drops to the floor, your phone quickly follows. The look on his face is far too satisfied. He pulls back and ruts into you, punching your cervix and rattling the door, you let out a helpless mewl. Guilt and anger curdle with the arousal inside you and make you feel sick.

“What the fuck Sugu-oh!” he fucks into you harder, not giving you permission to admonish him.

“Shut the fuck up...don’t act like you don't want this...you fucking asked for it.” the door shakes on its hinges as he rails up into you, fucking you off the floor. You can't help but wrap your legs around his waist and claw at his shoulders as you sink down around him.

You wanna be mad, wanna tell him to fuck off and leave you alone. That was totally uncalled for. But the way he's plunging into you, fucking you absolutely senseless has you exchanging all your protests for moans. Everything about this is wrong, you just don't have the will to stop it. You feel your gears shift up closer to your orgasm and groan as he pummels you against the door.

“You like being a bad girl..It's written all over your fucking face..” he takes a mental picture of how the stain on your cheeks compliments your gaping drooling mouth and rolling eyes. He feels your cunt squeeze his cock, willing him to give you more.

“Admit it, you're bored of his dick, he can't stretch you like this..” he throws his weight into you forcing you to squeal and nod, you can't deny it.

"Sugu-ru..I-I..'m gonna..oh fuck I'm-ha!" your hair comes loose from the bun and tumbles down around your shoulders.

He rocks his hips and stirs your insides, pressing his pelvis tight against your clit. The pressure makes you weak. Fuck, you're close. Your nails dig into his skin through his shirt. He leans in, breathing heavily over your ear.

“I know you're about to cum..I can feel it” that growl just makes you want to scream, but you've gotta keep quiet, who knows who might pass by the other side of this door. He keeps grinding into your clit, digging the head of his cock deep against your cervix. You slap your hand across your mouth for the second time today, muffling your own lusty noises. You're so fucking close.

“Should I let you..” he stops moving and you whimper, moving your hand off your mouth, squirming to continue the friction. He runs his fingers through your hair and grips tight at the back of your neck. Your strained desperate little sounds are so cute. He clicks his tongue.

“No..I think I'll keep this one for later..” your cunt clings to him as he pulls out his still hard cock, leaving you needy and vacant. He drops your legs from his hips and you're left panting against the door, watching him casually buckle his belt and tuck in his shirt. You don't know what to do. You feel a rush of shame. He doesn't care about you. He never cared about you. He just likes playing with you.

“Better pull yourself together...Satoru is waiting for you.” his wicked grin sends heat to your face and you pull your panties back on, straightening your skirt. He picks up your bag and you scowl at him, snatching it back and turning in a huff to leave.

This was a huge mistake, and now you have to come up with something to tell Gojo. Your heart sinks like a rock in your chest as you open the door. Getou reaches from behind you, pushing the door closed and leaning over your shoulder. He curls your hair behind your ear and you flinch away.

"Fix your hair.." you hastily spin the bun back on your head.

"Fuck you.." you curse him under your breath and storm out of the room.

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(woman - harry styles)

"Toru..I-" he scoffs into his coffee cup before you can even start your sentence. He leans back in his chair and avoids your eyes. You stand clutching your notebook, heart racing, palms sweating. You hate this so much.

"No, it's cool..Did you have fun with him? I bet he had fun with you.." the sharp sarcasm stabs at your heart, but more than that, it makes you prickle with anger.

"How dare you.." you're seething mad, but he can see the tears welling up in your eyes.

"I'm allowed to do whatever the fuck I want with whomever I choose! This isn't a relationship, so don't act like I'm yours!"

You've never seen him blush before. Never seen pain in his eyes like you're seeing now. You just saw the sparkle go out. He remains silent, choking on the hard but honest truth of it all. You're not his, as much as he's been pretending you are.

The seconds pass like hours. Your breath gets heavy trying to hold back the tears. The guilt is eating you alive. Being with Suguru made you realize that your feelings for Satoru are so much different than you thought. So much stronger. And you just threw it all away for some stupid little thrill in the hall closet.

He stands from his seat. Your heart feels crushed and you huff a whimper. You shut your eyes, pushing tears over your lashes. This is it, he's gonna walk away. You don't wanna see it happen.

You pull in a sharp breath at the feeling of his arms around you. He sets his head down in the crook of your neck and squeezes you into his chest. Tears stream down your face, you can't stifle your cry.

You hear him take a deep breath...

"Then I'll make you mine.."

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@himiko-omikami @darkrose1989 @angelalje @ambiguous-something

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Hi again, I'm the same anon from your last ask. So my next question then is why would you consider it to be a bad story if Cloud ends up with Aerith in the end? You also say Cloud and Tifa supposedly have something going on, but even if they did, Aerith doesn't know that. Neither Cloud nor Tifa tell anyone, or even show that there's anything going on between them throughout the whole story. Did you see that in Remake that Aerith even asks Cloud if Tifa is someone special and he says no?

Thanks for the question. Your question is comprised of two parts, why Cloud ending up with Aerith would be a bad story, and then the secondary part about Aerith not knowing about the history between Tifa and Cloud. I think understanding the later will be helpful to understand the former so I'll start with that. This goes back to what I said in my last reply concerning the difference between thinking someone is a bad person, and thinking they're a bad character. First off, let me just make clear that I don't judge Aerith too much concerning her behavior in the OG, since as you rightly state, she didn't really know that there was anything going on between Tifa and Cloud, she probably knew there was some attraction there, but nothing about the extent or the history. And if in the remake it turns out she's actually blissfully ignorant I'll be more lenient there as well. However, in my opinion the remake heavily implies she does realize there is a thing between Tifa and Cloud. You mentioned Aerith asking if Tifa was Clouds girlfriend, and him replying "no". However, as always, there is context here, for starters, the scene doesn't end there and then. Aerith replies knowingly "but she's someone special". Moreover the scene is also only one scene in a series of relevant scenes concerning Clouds relationship with Tifa, which starts with Jessie asking about who Tifa is too Cloud, this plotpoint then continues through Aeriths flower. When Aerith gives Cloud the flower she mentions that his girlfriend will love it, then later when Aerith asks him who he gave the flower to Cloud says he doesn't remember, and Aerith calls him out on the lie. The question is then answered when Aerith goes to the 7th heaven and discovers Cloud gave it to Tifa, prompting a smile from Aerith. She figured it out, actually, she probably figured it much earlier, but now it was confirmed. She had a hunch about Tifa, just like Jessie, Cloud was defensive at first, then evasive, but ultimately, Aeriths hunch was correct, Cloud gave the flower to Tifa. He can pretend all he wants, Aerith knows. Personally, I think she smiled because it reminds her of the future. Throughout remake Aerith is hinted to know more than she lets on, and that's especially true concerning Tifa and Cloud. When Tifa is kidnapped she pushes Cloud to go after Tifa, calling Tifa Clouds special person. If I recall correctly she even uses the same terminology that she used to describe Elmyras husband. She actively tries to make Tifa jealous by calling Cloud her bodyguard, and then she straight up tells Tifa to follow her heart. She gives me the distinct impression that she knows perfectly well where Cloud and Tifas hearts lie, and is trying to push them into action. This is borderline confirmed during the Aerith resolution where she basically straight up admits to knowing more about Clouds feelings than she actually should, assuming you think that this apparition is at least somewhat related to the current Aerith in some manner. The thing that really clenches this in my opinion is a trace of two pasts, where Tifa straight up tells Aerith about her and Clouds history. If Aerith doesn't get it by then, then she's being willfully ignorant. But lets say she does indeed not know, that would to some degree absolve her as a person. But it would still make her a bad character, because WE, the audience, know. We know that Cloud is supposed to end up with Tifa, we know that's how the story goes. And when you rewrite old stories in such a way that you take things away from one character, just to give more to another character, you run the giant risk of insulting the characters involved. You see this in things like the star wars sequels, where they effectively character assassinated Luke Skywalker in order to artificially make Rey seem better. But there are two reasons why this doesn't work, for one, it tends to create Mary-Sue like characters who just get given everything, and two, it inherently causes the fans of the other characters and stories to resent the character that's taking it away.

People don't like people who are simply handed everything, even fictional ones.

In a sense, this is also why Cleriths so often seem to hate Tifa, because they feel like Tifa took their story away from them. The difference, of course, is that Cloud ending with Tifa is a part of the original game itself, while Aerith coming back to life and ending up with Cloud would be a 25 year retcon which would blatantly disadvantage one character in favor of another, this in turn would reek of favoritism, which in turn would generate bad blood in the player. A character who needs to take away from other characters in order to be put forward is not a good character. Good characters add to the characters around them, not take away, that's what Aerith in the OG does, that's what Aerith ending up with Cloud, would not do. This effect would then be magnified by Aeriths already over importance to the plot. Having the universe revolve around one character generally isn't good writing. One of the things that makes Lord of the rings so timeless and beloved is that Frodo is just a small hobbit in the grand scheme of things. Likewise, one of the key elements that makes FFVII so appealing to human nature is Clouds humanity and lack of importance. The fact that Cloud turns out to not be a soldier 1st class, but just a grunt who wasn't good enough, who still ends up being the one who saves the world, speak to the human spirit. Aerith living and ending up with Cloud wouldn't be just a small difference where the overall story would stay the same with only the love interest switched, no, it would inherently ripple effect into all other aspects of the story. From the smallest details to the overall themes of the story, from directing to the personalities of characters, everything would be effected and all of it would fall apart. I could go over a hundred examples but I'll limit myself to some of the smallest and largest. Stories have a flow, where what is happening follows logically from what came before. It's not that it's impossible to write a story where two characters that are roughly similar to Cloud and Aerith fall in love, get separated by death, and where the Cloud character mourns and pines for her after she's gone. The problem comes when you add in Tifa, Zack, and all the other context and details of the story. Consider Zack, if we take the concept of Zack as it relates to Cloud and Aeriths relationship and boil it down to the essentials we could see it as a story about a girl falling in love with a boy because he's channeling the spirit of her dead ex, the main internal conflict the characters need to overcome could then be the question of whether these feelings are true, or whether they are just the shadow of her feelings for the old boyfriend. On the surface, this premise works as the basis of a story. The problem lies in the execution. If you write such a story there are a few things you can and cannot do. For one, you have to make this love exceptionally obvious, you can't tell a story about whether or not feelings are true if you never even get to establishing the feelings in the first place. One of the key things you need to do for this is establish the two characters central importance to the others internal emotional arcs. The first thing you DON'T do is establish a second female character and have Clouds emotional arc revolve mainly around her. If you want to tell a story where Tifa and Clouds relationship turns out to just be friendship, while Aerith and Cloud turns out to be love, then you show the scenes establishing that. However, whenever Cleriths argue for a story like this they have to assert that Cloud no longer loving Tifa is just something that happened off-screen and is never mentioned. But if this were true, this would be extremely important to show. So again, if this is the story, then this is bad direction, aka, storytelling. Scene choices matter, if your story requires you to assume that the scenes you're shown aren't important, and that the crucial bits have to be imagined to happen of screen, then that's bad writing. And the reason you can't suddenly do it now, 25 years later, is

because of a thing called "set-up". Even if they were to change to story to suddenly direct it as such now, it would constitute a drastic change of direction, which means the larger 2-decade long story we've been told is no longer a single coherent whole. If the story in remake is that Cloud always loved Aerith, then why wasn't the ground work for that lain 25 years ago? If you want to say that the story is about Cloud loving Aerith, and ending up with her eventually, then you can't have Cloud not speak her name for the second half of the original game, and devote that time completely to establishing port-mortem that Cloud wasn't himself while with Aerith, and that his true self has deeply ingrained feelings towards another woman. And not some minor character who exists only as a plot-device, some fake hurdle designed to try to raise some fake tension, but Tifa, a character who is routinely established to be the "heroine" of the game, someone of equal importance to Aerith who cared for Cloud while he was in a coma, whose history with Cloud started his internal character arc, whose history with Cloud resolved his internal character arc, and who lives with Cloud 2 years later.

And the same thing goes for Zack, it was possible to write him as negligible when it was just FFVII, if you ignored the addition of Tifa and JUST focused on the Zack element as a side character. But the addition of Tifa and the existence of Crisis Core cause the narrative to become disjointed when trying to view it as a single story. This is why people so often want you to ignore Crisis Core, because they understand that if a conclusion of a story is that Zacks role isn't that important, then why did your story spend an entire game cementing the importance of Zack? One of the things I hear most from Cleriths is "why couldn't Cloud just get over his childhood crush on Tifa and fall in love with Aerith? It happens in real life" , or some other variation of "why couldn't this happen?" But this shows the problem with how they want the story to go, because stories aren't real life. Anything CAN happen in a story, but not anything should. Stories have a concept called " checkovs gun", if a gun is introduced into a story in the first act, it has to be fired somewhere down the line. If the gun turns out to not have a role in the story, why was it there? But the same thing doesn't apply in real life, in real life, chekovs guns almost never fire, with few exceptions, real life is a bad guide to how to write stories. Stories written like real life, generally suck. If characters in stories behaved like characters in real life, half their lines would be "uhhhhh", and half the scenes would be them sitting on the couch having meaningless unrelated events happen.

The entire flow, pacing, and sequence of events is wrong in a Clerith version of this story. In order to sell the idea that FFVII is a story about Aerith and Cloud getting together you first have to sell the idea that all these plot threats concerning Tifa essentially don't matter. But if they don't matter, then why are they there? What purpose do they serve? What purpose does Tifa serve? Or Zack? In order to "fix" their preferred interpretation, Cleriths need to get around this problem, which causes them to have to re-interpret everything that happens and twist it in order to create the appearance of a coherent story. This requires them to resort to minimizing characters, character assassinating characters, and generally misrepresenting everything that happens. I think there is no bigger indication of why Cloud and Aerith getting together would suck as a story than looking at how the people who propose this version of the story look at Cloud and Tifa as characters. What follows are some excerpts from the dumbest person I've ever debated.

This went on for over 200 replies, this is not a mentally sound interpretation of the story, but this is what you need to believe in order to get the Aerith/Cloud love story to work. You're forced to minimize Tifa and her importance to the story, and you need to demonize Cloud. So basically you have two options here, you either have to say "all this stuff with Tifa and Zack, doesn't matter", all their scenes, all those plot threats, they all aren't a part of the larger story being told and ultimately amount to nothing. Or two, you remove all those scenes or rewrite them to instead focus on Cloud and Aerith. And both those approaches suffer from the same basic problem, they're both effectively going "screw everything, all that matters is Cloud and Aerith". Which brings me back to my earlier point. If your story is pushing everything aside in order to hype up the main character, you're not writing a good ensemble story, you're writing a bad fan-fiction. This is the writing people HATE. Cloud is no longer a sad but likable character with complex motivations and feelings who wasn't as important as he thought he was, no, he's cliche self-insert main character that the world revolves around, who every girl genuinely loves regardless of whether or not it makes sense, even though he's a complete asshole who abandons children and takes advantage of women just because he's "lovesick". No other man could ever compare, a week with him braindamaged and you forget all about the man you pined after for 5 years. Aerith is not compassionate to a man who blames himself for his failings and thinks he'd do more harm than good, she's compassionate to a piece of human filth who refuses to go save children because he doesn't care about them. She's not just a girl with a big destiny and a tragic fate, no, the universe itself resets to make sure she gets laid. Tifa isn't a powerful woman who devotedly supports the man she loves through his darkest hours, instead she's a weak unimportant doormat without self-respect who even in 2 decades could not measure up to a week with Aerith. Zacks connection with Cloud doesn't come with complex implications about Aeriths feelings, Zack never really mattered, his entire story of getting back to her? Doesn't matter, it only exists to show how much Aerith must love Cloud to choose him over Zack. The entire lifestream reveal concerning Cloud? Doesn't matter, nothing matters, it's in the past. The central reveal of the story isn't important because Clouds true self suddenly likes Aerith now.....good writing. etc, etc, etc. Where Aerith was once a part of an ensemble cast, the heroine of the external plot, tasked with saving the world through her powers as an ancient, while Tifa as the equally important heroine of the internal plot saves Clouds through their shared feelings, now everything instead revolves around Aerith, and the other characters only exist in service to her, not as characters in their own right, but only to make sure she and Cloud gets together, like every hated mary-sue in history. The pain of her death? Gone, the impact and nuance of the story? Gone. Literally everything that made FFVII special? Gone. And concerning the small, even the little details would no longer be coherent, Cetras thematically guide people to the promised land, note: "GUIDE", but now Aerith would suddenly be the promised land herself. The through-line of Cetras "returning to the planet"? Gone, if Aerith doesn't die that doesn't link to the story anymore at all. Tifa's bar being the 7th heaven, aka, the final heaven, aka, the promised land where Aerith guides Cloud to? Suddenly a meaningless name. Tifa's last name "lockhart" being a direct hint towards the "tender feelings locked up inside Clouds hart"? Completely trivial, the feelings weren't that important to the story. And I could go on for hours, every aspect of FFVII, from small to large, would be fundamentally poisoned if Cloud ends up with Aerith.

I could rewrite the story to make it work, but that's the point, then you'd be rewriting the story in order to diminish every other character and story in favor of Cloud and Aerith. Which brings us back to it becoming a horrible fan-fiction where no one and nothing matters except Cloud and Aerith. It's ok to write unimportant characters, it's not ok to make your important characters unimportant in retrospect in order to wank off another character. Thanks for asking.