#ill do this again with act 2 once it's complete

[frogwiththephatahh]

Ranking All Act 1 Songs in Epic: The Musical

Disclaimer: I like all the songs! I just like some more than others. The ones with low rankings are not at all bad! Furthermore this is a personal opinion so please don't be mad at me if we disagree about placing! (also rb with your own rankings I want to compare it'll be fun)

20. There Are other Ways- I just never really got into this one. It didn't stand out to me like the other songs in its saga did. I do love how it shows us just how dedicated Ody is to Penelope, though. It's sort of a light foreshadowing of just what he'll give up for her.

19. Storm- Love singing along with the crew, but it doesn't appeal to me as much as others.

18. Full Speed Ahead- A great introduction to the main crew members, showing their priorities and personalities. But there are better crew songs.

17. Polyphemus- I was holding my breath during this entire song. Great! And that final line at the end makes my heart sink every time. But not as striking as others in Cyclops.

16. Warrior Of The Mind- First heard this song on tiktok, like most people. It's great, but at this point it's overplayed.

15. My Goodbye- A step up from WotM for me. Not much to say about it though.

14. Remember Them- Heartfelt and shows just how clever Odysseus is. Well, up until he doxxed himself.

13. Puppeteer- The beginning cord is so moving. Otherwise it's a great introduction to Circe.

12. Luck Runs Out- The emotion in Armando's performances never ceases to amaze me. Every one of Eurylochus' songs have so much raw emotion poured into them.

11. The Horse And The Infant- An excellent introduction to our starting point. The duet between Zeus and Odysseus at the end is an ear worm.

10. Open Arms- A proper introduction to Polites, and one that made me shudder when The Cave was mentioned. It's such an uplifting song that sets a more hopeful tone, only for it to be ripped away in the next saga.

9. Survive- Impossible not to sing along with. And Polites' rasping "captain...?" as he dies? And Polyphemus twisting Odysseus' words at the end? Literally life changing. People died.

8. Wouldn't You Like- Ngl this one is only this high because Hermes is one of my fav greek gods (and one of my patrons) Also it's so catchy.

7. Done For- So good I started boarding an animation (I haven't animated in ten years)

6. The Underworld- Absolutely the best crew song! I tear up at Anticlea's part every time. Devastating.

5. Keep Your Friends Close- So catchy! I like to drum along to the beat. I wish Aeolus was in more than one song though...her voice is lovely.

4. Ruthlessness- First song I heard from the Ocean saga and what got me into Epic full swing. The animatics people make for this one are insanely good. And as an avid hater of Poseidon, this song made me adore him.

3. Just A Man- It's the song almost everyone knows this musical from because of tiktok. And there's a reason! It's a good ass song. Especially the ending.

2. Monster- Actually shudders! Omg this one is so good. And it's a huge turning point for the entire show. Which makes sense since it's the final song in the first act. The last part ESPECIALLY is an ear worm.

No Longer You- A WALTZ? WITH TIRESIAS? Actually brilliant. I always imagine souls in the underworld dancing around Tiresias and Odysseus to form a wall of blue fire trapping them together. Cannot help but sing along to it. So catchy, so good, so moving.

[mirai-lunar]

Girl I LOVE your fic <3 I love how different the reader is depending on the variant and I would love to read a part 2 with some of the other variants that you didn't do yet!

Good idea ♡ I also plan to write more about the previous variants in the near future, so this will be like a bonus chapter.

(Bonus) Invincible Variants X Fem! Reader

Includes: Masked Mark, Veil Invincible (Shiesty Mark), Unmasked Mark, Viltrum Mark

Word Count: ~3.7k

Warnings: Dark Content, Violence, Yandere Behavior

Masked Mark

This Invincible was sorrowful. 

“Oh no, how horrible…”

You stood in your kitchen, a small knife in hand. 

You had originally been chopping up some ingredients, but your eyes were now glued to your Tv, watching recaps of the chaos that unfolded over the world. 

As you focused your attention back to chopping, the sound of a window opening caused you to jolt. 

You quickly caught your breath, before wincing in pain soon after. Your knife had sliced through your hand in the spur of the moment. 

But you couldn’t worry about that now. Someone was breaking in.

You crouched low, hiding behind a table. 

Heavy footsteps could be heard, and you clutched the knife to your chest. When the footsteps were close and had stopped, you decided this was your time to act. 

You quickly leapt out from your hiding spot, ready to stab whoever you saw. But to your surprise, no one was there.

That is, until you looked up.

Someone was floating in the air above you, and was looking directly at you.

You gasped, and the person put their hands out.

“It’s okay! I won’t hurt you!” He said. 

He was wearing black and blue, and his mask completely covered his face. His voice didn’t seem to hold any ill intent, but then again, he had just broken into your home.

You recognized who he was, and you now knew your situation was dire.

“You’re… one of those Invincible Imitators on the news…” You whispered, taking a step back.

“Y/n, I promise I won’t hurt-”

“How the hell do you know my name!?” You snapped. As he moved closer, you outstretched the knife in your hand, your eyes narrowed. “Stay. Back.”  

To your surprise, he stopped moving towards you, his once outstretched hands falling to his side. The only distance between you two now was your arm’s length.

“...You’re hurt,” he murmured.

You had completely forgotten about the cut on your hand. The dripping blood had now accumulated into a tiny puddle just below your feet. 

He then turned away, making a beeline for your bathroom. This left you confused, until he returned with your first aid kit in hand. 

“I’ll explain everything, but please, let me help with that.”

 …

Your instincts were screaming at you to fight, but you had seen what one of these guys could do to an entire city. So you instead lowered the knife on the table.

He washed the blood off your hands, cleaning the area as he spoke to you. 

“I know your name because… I know you. When you were alive in my world, we loved each other.”

What? 

“Some terrible things happened. I lost mom and then you… I couldn’t handle it,” he explained. He sounded so… troubled. You winced as he applied ointment, and he quickly apologized. “But I was given a second chance here. I could save you, I could save her…”

He now wrapped your hand in a bandage. Once it was firmly secured, his hand gently grazed across yours, before looking up at you.

“I didn’t want to be a monster, but I had to be. For mom, and for you.”

He didn’t seem sadistic, or even cocky. He was just… sad. You almost felt sorry for him. 

Almost. 

You snatched your now bandaged hand away from him. Your eyes looked directly into his goggles, the sound of pure hatred in your voice. 

“I could never love you.”

That completely shattered his heart.

“Y/n… please don’t say that...” he whispered. It sounded like he was on the verge of tears. 

Great, now you felt like a monster.

You looked away, a pang of regret on your face. As he spoke again you looked back at him.

“We can talk more later.” His hand locked around your wrist, and your heart dropped. “I found you, but I still need to find mom.”

“I can’t go with you,” you said, trying to pull away from his grip. He was not letting go. “This isn’t right. You can’t just take what you want.” 

“I don’t know if the others know about you, so it isn’t safe to stay here-” 

“Let, go of me,” you said. Your free hand reached for your knife, before ramming the weapon into his arm. The knife immediately snapped on impact, breaking itself but not his skin. You cursed aloud and tried to pry his hand off you, but he only pulled you into a gentle hug, now locking both your hands to your side. “Let go!!!”

You kept screaming and he frowned. Your yelling would only bring more attention to the two of you once he left the house. 

“Y/n, please.”

“No!! No!!! You can’t-”

You then felt a sudden pain on the side of your neck, your vision instantly blurring. Your cries for help had ceased, and your body now went limp in his arms. His swift attack had knocked you completely out.

“I’m sorry…” he whispered. Seeing you unresponsive made him immediately regret his actions. “I had to...”

He held you close for a bit, before once again making his way towards the window. 

“I’ll change my ways, I promise. But for now, I have to be this monster.”

Veil Invincible

“Find me a good interview. Or today will be your last, Y/n.”

His variant was arrogant. 

As you sat in the backseat of the news van, your boss’s words lingered in your head. This was an ultimatum. If you didn’t get a good interview before the end of the day, then your dream of being a reporter was over. 

You needed to find someone worth interviewing, and that’s when you saw him. 

He was clad in blue and yellow, and had a mask that fell down his face, similar to a veil. Only one thought shot through your mind. 

Invincible! Bingo. 

“Stop the car!” You exclaimed. 

The driver barely had time to slam on the brakes before you pulled the door open. As you hopped out, you noticed that civilians ran past you in fear. You calmed yourself before running towards the destruction, slowly making your way closer to the hero. 

He wiped the bottom of his face, taunting those who he had just beaten.

“Is this the best you’ve got? Come on, I’ve barely broken a sweat!” 

“Excuse me! Excuse me! Mister Invincible!” 

He turned to the sound of the voice, noticing that your calls were specifically directed at him. You were in a tailored suit, and was dangling off a somewhat large piece of rubble. 

It seems you attempted to climb over that rubble to get to him?

You then abruptly let go, dropping just a bit before landing on your butt. It took some time, but you eventually picked yourself up, dusted off your suit, and quickly made your way towards him. 

What the fuck was he seeing?

Were you going to fight him? No, it wasn’t that. You just looked determined. 

He dropped his fighting pose, before resting both hands on his hips.

Now he had to know what you wanted. 

You mentally prepared yourself as you now stood right in front of him.

“Hello Mr. Invincible!” You happily said. Your eyes sparkled, and he was genuinely confused. Shouldn’t you be running away?

“....Uh, Hello?”

“Do you mind if I ask you a few questions?” You said. 

He looked you over, noticing you were wearing an earpiece and holding a microphone in your hands. 

Oh, so you were a reporter. That explains the outfit. 

He turned away from you before throwing up a hand, waving you off. 

“Sorry lady, you’ve got the wrong guy.”

“...O..oh..”

That left you embarrassed.

You remained in place for a bit, eyes focused to the ground.

“But, you answered when I called…” you murmured, clutching your microphone. “I thought you were him…?”

Maybe your boss was right. You weren’t cut out for this. The weight of constant failure was becoming too much.  

You thanked him for his time, tears spilling down your face as you turned away. 

“Wait wait… You just can’t go off crying without telling me what’s wrong,” he said, a sigh leaving his lips. You hesitated, your back still faced away from him as he continued to speak. “Go on.”

“I need an interview.” You were embarrassed that you were even mentioning this. You quickly wiped your face. “Or my boss will fire me today.”

“Now that’s fucked! You seem to be doing a good job in my opinion,” he said. The fact that you were out here without a care for your safety was amusing to him. You quietly thanked him. “Seems like you really need that interview. I’ve got time.”

You spun around to face him, your eyes now lit up. 

“Really? Thank you so much Mr. Invincible!” 

He held back laughter. Where did all the tears go?

You looked to your left and noticed your camera crew in the distance. You happily waved them over, but to your surprise they seemed… panicked?

“What’s wrong? Guys, I’m over here!!” You yelled. Now he was laughing as he spoke.

“I’ll bring you over to them.” 

He then lifted you into his arms, before flying you to where your camera crew was. As he set you down, you encouraged your camera crew to set up, and they quickly did so upon seeing the cracking knuckles of a certain Invincible. 

Once you were given the all clear you began your interview.

“Hello everyone! This is Y/n L/n, and I am joined today with our hero, Mr. Invincible! Now, Mr. Invincible, what are your opinions on the current catastrophe?” 

“Well, I’d say this place was definitely overdue for a remodeling.” 

You laughed at his silly joke, but your camera crew were dying inside.

“-But as long as I can fight someone, I’ll keep fighting, no matter what,” he said. You smiled at him.

“I applaud your tenacity! Have your recent battles been tough?” You asked.

“Some yes, most no. But this world does have a lot to offer.” 

“I see. Anything else you’d like to say before we sign off?”

He waved to the camera. 

“Stay safe out there! You never know who you’re dealing with. Or talking to!”

As the cameras shut off and your camera crew ran for their lives, you thanked him profusely. You were ecstatic to finally get an interview, and from Invincible no less!

“I’m sorry for taking up your time, especially with so much going on…” you murmured. “But I truly appreciate it.”

“No prob. You did a good job out there, lady.” He said as he leaned in. You leaned in as well and pecked the side of his face, him freezing in place at the sudden kiss. 

“My name is Y/n, Mr. Invincible.”

“...Fuck- Do you kiss every person you interview?”

“Nope, you’re the first.” 

He then pulled you close, and the two of you shared a passionate kiss…

In the midst of total chaos. 

As you both pulled away, you were on cloud nine. You silently thanked your camera crew for not being here to see this. 

“You mind if I speak with your boss? I need to let him know how much of a mistake it is to fire you,” he said.

Now Invincible was going to speak to your boss on your behalf? Your day just kept getting better!

“I don’t mind at all!” You happily said. You handed him a card specific to your news station and he browsed over the address. “Feel free to visit anytime!”

“How about we both go together right now? It’ll be faster.”

“Oh! Okay then!”

He lifted you into his arms, and you happily wrapped your arms around his neck. As he took off into the sky, you smiled brightly.

Today was a perfect day.

Unmasked Mark 

*Note: This variant's love for you is purely platonic.

This variant was quiet. 

You were one of his closest friends, so he had to do this.

Your left hand wiped across your face, noticing the alarming amount of red that now painted your fingers. 

It was blood. But it wasn’t yours. 

You slowly turned to your left, seeing a person clad in yellow and blue. His face was completely visible, and he was crouched low, his eyes focused on his latest victim. Or more like what was left of them.

Your fiancé. 

The body was unrecognizable. This monster had left your lover in a mangled mess. 

As he stood, he was drenched in blood. You covered your mouth and turned away, trying to prevent yourself from vomiting up your insides. 

“Oh God, this can’t be happening…” 

He flicked the blood off his hands, but didn’t bother with the splatters of blood across his face. He held a look of disdain, his eyes focused on what was once your fiancé. When he looked at you though, his eyes softened.

He didn’t say anything. Why wasn’t he saying anything?

“Why…?” You whispered. Tears spilled from your face. “He’s not dead. He can’t be…”

“...”

“What the hell is wrong with you!” You screamed. “He was my fiancé!! I loved him!!”

He looked away, his gaze now focused to the left of him.

Your response to this situation was justified. But he really hated that guy. Your fiancé had murdered you in a fit of rage in his world. 

So if he killed him now, you wouldn’t have to worry about that. It seemed to be the most logical thing to do. 

He was certain you would find someone else. 

“...I’m sorry,” he murmured. He wasn’t remorseful of his actions in the slightest. But he did feel bad you witnessed that. 

Maybe he should have waited a little longer to kill him.

Your eyes widened at his response. 

“You’re apologizing? That’s all you have to say?!”

His hands were clasped just below his stomach, listening attentively to you. In any other situation you would have sworn he wouldn’t hurt a fly, but you had just seen him violently slam your lover’s head in. 

“Say something!” You choked out, tears now pouring from your eyes. You couldn’t muster the courage to look at your other half anymore, already scarred for life. 

So you just cried aloud, covering your bloodied face with your hands. You just wanted this all to end. 

When you felt a hand on your shoulder, your body froze in place. You were too frightened to keep crying, let alone look up. His words were haunting. 

“You can be with someone else… I won’t kill them.” 

Not unless he had to. 

He didn’t know if that was the right thing to say at the moment, but he meant it. He ultimately felt responsible for your death in his world.

And he would not let that happen again. 

You pushed away from him, running into the night. The sidewalks were dimly lit, and the faint smell of smoke filled the burning city. Your screams for help were drowned out by the sounds of wailing sirens. 

He stayed in place for a while, looking up to the starry night above.

Hopefully you’ll forgive him.

He then took to the skies, his eyes scanning the world below. He needed to keep track of you. When he spotted your running form in the distance, he moved down to speak. 

“I can take you home.”

“Stay away from me!!” You screamed, clutching your head. Why was he still here? Did he enjoy seeing you suffer?

“Y/n…”

“Shut up!! Shut up!!!” 

You then veered away from him, running into the streets. You were too in your head, and the only thing that caught your attention was the blaring sound of a large vehicle. You stared ahead into the blinding light, before happily sighing, grateful that you’d be joining your lover soon. 

Or so you thought. 

In an instant, he stood in front of you, hand outstretched. 

The truck slammed into him, the entirety of its front crushing in from the intense pressure. Your eyes watched in horror as the once speeding vehicle was now forced to a complete stop. The front lights flickered on and off, giving you glimpses of the now dead passengers.   

He was completely unharmed. He then turned, his eyes focused on you.

“Let me take you home. It’s safe there.”

He gently lifted you into his arms, and you silently sobbed. You didn’t want to go. Not with him. 

Death... The only thing that ever followed him was death…

Viltrum Mark

This variant was serious.

“Get dressed. We’re leaving.”

You peeked your head out from behind the dark shower curtain, raising a brow. 

This guy had barged into your home (and your bathroom) completely unannounced, then told you that you were leaving? Who was this guy?

“Let me guess, Cecil sent you?” You asked, looking him over. He was dressed in a white and grey uniform. When he replied with a ‘No’, you laughed. “Okay then, who did?”

“I am here on my own accord.”

You couldn’t help but smile, despite him maintaining that cold gaze. 

“Could you have at least waited until I was done showering?”

…

You then pulled your head back behind the shower curtain, shutting off the water. 

“Give me a minute to get dressed. We’ll talk then.” 

He now stood against the wall outside your bathroom door. Once you finished putting on some clothes you opened the door and walked past him, before sitting comfortably at a desk in your room. 

You maintained some distance, and silence soon followed. 

“Okay, who are you?” You asked. His gaze felt like it was burning a hole through your head. “Have we met? If I pissed you off somehow then I apologize-”

“I’m your husband.” He calmly stated. Oh…? “We will be returning back to my world together.”

….What?

You remained quiet, noticing the serious look in his eyes. 

“Really?” you asked, resting your chin on your hand. “I don’t recall marrying you, or anyone else for that matter… Are you sure you’ve got the right person?” 

“I am sure, Y/n.”

“You know my name…” you said, smiling a little. So what? A lot of people knew your name. “What’s yours? Oh husband of mine~”

He internally sighed. You rarely took things seriously. How he fell in love with you, he’d never know.

“We’ll talk later. Gather some personal belongings. We will not be returning.”

You frowned at his words.

“What if I don’t want to go?” You asked him.

“You don’t have a choice.”

“I figured you’d say that.”

You then lifted a finger, and every piece of furniture in your room slammed into him within an instant.

Yes, you had powers. But you were sure he probably knew that. 

You quickly stood and waited for the smoke to clear. Once it did, you noticed that he was still standing in the same place, calmly waving the dust in the air away. 

“That little attack of yours accomplished nothing,” He stated. He then crossed his arms, before he sent you a small smile. “Want to try again?” 

Great.

You immediately flew out of your open window, your mind racing.

“Of course he’s superpowered. Why did he have to be superpowered?” You murmured. You looked behind yourself for a split second, and to your horror he was right on your heels. His outward expression was calm as he followed you. While you were fearful, he was in a good mood. 

He hadn’t chased you in a while. 

You zigzagged through the air, narrowly avoiding his attempts to grab you. Each of his grabs were calculated, and your window of error was becoming too small. One attempt of his was enough to graze your ankle, and your blood went cold. 

Dammit.

You were out of breath. As you looked up at him though, you noticed that he had barely broken a sweat. 

A small smile was on his lips as he stayed suspended in midair, no longer bothering to chase you. The two of you were apart as you also remained in the air, weighing your options.

You couldn’t keep flying around like this. Your powers heavily sapped at your strength-

“If you had just followed orders,” he told you. “You wouldn’t be in this situation Y/n.”

Smug bastard.

You then shot off higher into the air. As he closed the distance, you spun around to face him, before extending both of your hands. You used every ounce of power you had left. This forced him to a complete halt, his movements freezing in midair.

You were gasping now, attempting to catch your breath. Thankfully, he still wasn’t moving. You waited a few moments, before talking to him. 

“God, what are you made of?” You asked him. “I used everything to stop you. It felt like stopping a mountain.”

“...”

“You can still talk, you know,” you lightly teased him. You moved closer to get a better look at him. “However, you won’t be able to move for a while.” 

He then immediately moved towards you, and your heart dropped. The smile on your face was gone in an instant, now replaced with pure disbelief. 

“...How?” You whispered. No one, and you mean no one got out of your hold once you stopped them.

“You never stopped me,” he stated, now centimeters away from your face. “I am aware of how your powers work.” 

So he was pretending you stopped him? Lovely.

“I see…” You murmured. Well, it was over for you. You were completely out of strength, and would fall out of the sky any second now.

As if he knew, he wrapped both arms around you, holding you up. 

You sighed bitterly before speaking. 

“Okay then husband-” You felt his lips press against your neck and your heart raced. His hair tickled the side of your face as he leaned in. You then placed your hands in his hair, before attempting to pry him off you. He didn’t budge. “...You won, for now.”

His lips now pressed against your cheek as he spoke.

“I always win,” he murmured. You frowned as he continued, “Especially when I’m with you.”

~

How was this longer than my previous post...?

I've currently written for 9 different variants in total, and my sanity is leaving me. So the number will definitely have to dwindle back down lol.

[empty-vessel-of-a-person]

Review Time : Fluffy Treatment

Note: This is my personal take to Zayne's most recent memory. Noting has been confirmed by Infold, so this is just full delulu mode as I dive in to Fluffy Treatment. Spoiler Alert for those who hasn't seen the memory yet.

Infold is really giving Zayne girlies the stablish relationship vibe with Zayne. And the fact that MC again reciprocates Zayne's affection is definitely win for me.

Once again, MC willingly volunteers herself to take care of Zayne and honestly, they become more playful with each other. The stiff and aloof Zayne has becoming more and more accustomed to banters and jokes. He even openly teases MC referring to the whole box of chocolate she ate at his place.

And speaking of her place, remember that pajama set she bought for Zayne in Cozy Afternoon? he is wearing them again at his home. Come to think of it, only Zayne have a pajama set.

And about sleeping and napping, they were sleeping on the same bed/couch again. There is no stopping them being so cozy around each other. Let's also note that feeling each other's warmth is making them relax and sleepy. At the ending of the Fluffy Treatment, lets take in the fact the even if the are both half asleep they are taking care of each other. Zayne is such a gentleman covering them up because the blanket slip on the side.

Zayne is also being territorial with MC (Note: Territorial not Jealous because he knows she belongs to him), he was never rude and he still let her choose what she wanted to do. This was shown when MC wanted to enter the Pet Café. Even though he was clearly upset by wanting to pet another cat, he still doesn't force MC to do what he wants.

When MC reluctantly leave the Pet Café, Zayne wants to make up to her by dressing up as a butler without 2nd thought so MC can both have a Cat and a Butler. This is another heart warming event of them compromising to ensure no hard or ill feelings between them. If they couldn't do one thing, they will surely find a way around it.

Zayne also shows how submissive he is to MC, he did not put a hat when she stops him, he comes with her at the mall even though he is really anxious in going out, he let's her take care of him and most importantly, the way he knelt down to returns MC's shoes. I take this act as a complete surrender.

I have 2 favorite part of this memory. - First, is when he sniff MC a few time and confirms that he have his scent on her and saying "You're all mine!" Gosh it's so hot I almost peed my pants. And after claiming her as his, his tail wraps around her waits. I did a little research and found out that when a cat "Tail Wrapped Around You: Touching you with the tail or wrapping it around you is one way your furry friend expresses affection, relaxation, and love." I lost it! Zayne really is in love with MC and he is saying it by doing thing more than word can say. Oh my gosh, I can't tell you how much I swoon at this. He is friggin hot!!! - 2nd is when he bites and lick MC's finger and tell her that it was his way in showing affection and then!!! MC reciprocates his affection by rubbing his cheeks. His reaction is so overwhelming. We have to remember that he is a cat at that time and his senses are heighted. Try to imagine how Euphotic he must have felt when she rubs his cheeks. His facial expressions is sensational. It seems like his eyes are rolling back.

Once again, Zayne and MC shows us what being equally in love is. It was always give and take for them. Always compromising and always so affectionate towards each other.

Zayne and MC becomes a safe haven for me. They give me happiness. I just hope that in their future memory, we will get to see them lounging in together in the Kindled moments.

[just-some-user-hunny]

Yandere Daemon Targaryen as your father

Pt.2

{Warning= people being horrible to daemons daughter for being a bastard and he's not happy, Daemon should be a warning of himself, the word wh#re thrown in, typical violence

. Daemon is a proud and arrogant man, with the fury and skill to back himself up with. He is both sharp in wit and blade- a deadly combination, and a fond thorn in his king brother's side.

. Your father would be eager to present and exercise his skills within your presence- to show off how capable he is. Tournaments, training grounds, simple conflict within the court- he solves them all with clashing blades and swift slashes.

. He would expect you to attend his tournaments- to be seated high above, and to watch on as your father slaughters and bests any man who dares challenge him. All you can do is grimace and wince whenever his blade makes contact with his opposing rival, who you come to pity. Blood soaked sand and gleaming armour, he'll hold his bloodied gauntlets and sword high up in victory and search for you in the pews. He's not expecting thrown flowers or handkerchiefs, but he does hope for your attention. Look how dad you cool is, essentially

. If anyone were to insult you, either it be a whispered murmur of spiteful tongue, or straight to your face, Daemon does not stand for it. It matters little to him if these instigators rank high in society- once a breath of insult leaves their lungs, he's quick to end their ability to breathe forevermore.

This occurred plenty, especially in the beginning. Your mere presence in court was an insult to many- a well dressed bastard with the title of a princess. A common whores offspring who should be hidden away in embarrassment- in shame. That's what any self respectable prince would do.

The king must be growing softer in the head than they let on.

Of course, Daemon finds out, and he takes tongues. Now no-one should ever speak ill of his daughter again. He loves making examples of them.

He's not letting anyone badmouth his baby

. Heads will roll, literally. He'll lop off anyone's neck who commits treason to the house Targaryen. King viserys is completely on board, mind you. He's fond of his niece.

All you can do is watch in horror and cover your eyes/ears as another person begs for their life- trying to drown out the sound of slicing flesh and bloody gargling throats.

. Daemon, from the very beginning, would demand you take to the skies with him and Caraxes. He saw it as a bonding experience for the both of you, and usually that would be the only option of freedom outside the castle walls. At least once a week, he'd take you onto Caraxes saddle and ride with you in his arms at the front of the saddle. A fastened strap secure around your waist, his arms either side you holding the reins, and your own shaking hands clutching on for dear life at the saddle. Eventually the rides would become less terrifying and more enjoyable, but you'd always yearn for your own dragon to ride upon.

. Now Daemon isn't the most comforting person, especially with words, but he will try to convey through his actions. He hates seeing you cry- mostly because it irks him that he cannot just order your tears away due to his inability for patience or skill to calm them. He would pick up this thing where he'd cup your face and tenderly wipe his thumbs beneath your eyes and over your cheekbones. An unconscious act due to always wiping away tears, regardless if your eyes are dry or not. Despite his cold and controlling treatment of you most of the time, he's very gentle with his precious daughter.

. If he sees you wearing a new gown, he'll definitely ask for a spin ���� he'd look so proud, because his daughters always get the best. He definitely brags that his kids are superior.

[gladiator-v]

PPT WMI AU One Shot: Sickly (WIP) PART 5

NOTE: That's not blood on Huggy's hands and arms! It's the coloring from Doey's dough! If yall have ever played with Play Dough long enough, it'll melt and stain your hands, so that's what I was going for here.

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DogDay's yelling managed to get the attention of one of the groups of kids still outside playing. A few of them ran off to get Chris while the others ran over to the scene to see what was going on.

To their horror, they found that Doey had essentially begun to melt. There was still some semblance of a body left, but its form was barely visible due to dough slowly cascading down what could be seen.

Once Chris was successfully retrieved, he, along with Huggy, headed outside. Opon arrival to the scene, Chris is bombarded with panicked children, all wailing and running amuck in their distress. DogDay explains the situation the best he can over the shakiness of his voice. As scared as he is, he still offers to help in any way he can.

Together, he, Chris, and Huggy, along with the others who weren't too afraid to help, grab what pieces they can and try to mold them back into place. With enough effort, they succeed to a degree. They at least got him in good enough shape to move.

The three of them carry Doey back to the house. Luckily, Kissy had gotten the other kids to sleep before they arrived. Needless to say, she was in shock as well. Chris immediately tasked her with getting the kids that helped washed and put down for their naps as well. Most of them were still eager to help, but Chris was insistent on them not.

Chris had Huggy and DogDay help him get Doey to the spare room at the back of the house. They used to use it as a play room, but it's been turned into a sort of nook where anyone can go if they need to be alone for a while.

Chris gets the bed lined just in case his temperature spikes again. Huggy and DogDay then lay him down as gently as possible. Chris also instructs them to go get cleaned up as well. Before leaving the room himself, he cranks up the a/c in hopes it will help keep Doey cool. The room has its own separate unit, so the entire house won't have to freeze.

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It's been a couple of hours now. The rain that the weatherman promised had finally come. Most of everyone is either still resting or in the playroom having snack time.

Huggy has been sitting on the couch in the main living area by himself. DogDay had been sitting with him up until he decided to get some sleep as well.

Inside the boys' shared headspace...

Everything had gone completely dark. The body had finally lost consciousness. No more muffled screams, no more frantic footsteps. Nothing. It was just them, scrambling around in a frenzy, trying to think of what to do.

Well, two of them were. Their illness seems to have attached itself to Jack, who currently isn't "conscious" either. Matthew and Kevin have been going back and forth with each other, arguing intensely about how to move forward. As if he hasn't made things bad enough, Matthew is already suggesting he handle things from here.

Kevin, rightfully so, is refusing to listen.

"All I'm saying is that they need all of us! We're meant to do this together, Kev. Obviously, that's not going to work right now... But- I just don't think you-"

"Think I'm what?? Stable? Is that it!? You don't think I'm capable of being anything other than "the bad guy"!?"

"Now you're just putting words in my mouth!" Matthew yells. "Listen, they're... *sigh*, they're mostly used to me, Kevin. After we wake up, who do they're going to-"

"They don't even know we exist, Matthew!! You're acting like it's sooo easy for them to tell which one of us is doing the talking!"

Kevin lets a pained chuckle escape him. "You don't trust me. That's what it is!" His voice cracks at the end of his sentence. The tears he's been fighting back fill his eyes, making them blurry.

"NO, it's NOT!!" Matthew blurts. Kevin turns from him, about to make his way back to the front.

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 (here) Part 6

I'm working on a ref for Chris so yall can put a face with his name!

[bahngarang]

chapter 11.0 ☆ bsfs 2 lvrs (reluctant)

ss: 3

wc: 3,200

cw: emotions via bickering, chronic illness angst, chan is called 'freak' and 'slut' once each (lovingly), chan being a freak for like half a second, yn is bad at feelings

a/n: I'M BACK !! (finally)

this took way too long but exams really just wiped me out completely and then with the heatwave here I have like minus energy but it's done !! yippee !! now we can get to the fun chapters I've been daydreaming about and not actually writing

have fun reading my loves <3

"how long have you known?" chan asked suddenly, pulling yn's attention away from their phone.

they hesitated, fidgeting absently with one of their earrings before answering. "seven years," yn answered in a mumble, looking down at their lap.

chan paused mid bite, chopsticks halfway to his open mouth. the rest of the room were in similar positions of shock.

yn cleared their throat awkwardly. "when we went out for my birthday after you debuted... you know, when the button on your trousers gave up on life and you practically flashed me..."

instead of responding, chan shoved noodles in his mouth, staring very intently down at his bowl. he did not like to be reminded of that particular moment.

that afternoon all those years ago had been... eventful. it was something the both of them could look back and laugh at now, but back then? pretty mortifying.

chan had been wearing an 'old faithful' pair of trousers that he had refused to admit he was growing out of – but, after eating a big meal, they'd admitted it for him. the thread holding the button on finally snapped, his jeans sliding down to reveal his soul mark low on the right side of his hip. 

they had been happy for chan, seeing him debut, finally, but it had most definitely reopened old wounds that had maybe never fully closed. how they'd hoped and prayed for their body to heal after waking up from their coma, how they'd wished to one day wake up and have everything since that day turn out to just be a horrible nightmare. to not have to abandon everything they'd worked so hard for.

but no. every day yn woke up with a stiff, tender knee and a weight lying heavy on their chest. and that weight had only grown since all their other aches and pains had started showing up three years ago. it was a sore spot then, and honestly it was an even sorer spot now.

it was because of that, that yn made the stupid decision to keep the secret from him. it was a dumb decision, they knew. but their pride had held them back from doing the thing they were secretly yearning to. over time, it just became more difficult to face the fact that one day they might have to admit it... and now it had been seven years, and yn was regretting that decision more than ever.

for perhaps the first time since they'd come together, the eight boys were speechless. yn could practically hear the dust settle over the group.

jeongin was the first to speak up amidst the silence. "was it our fault that you didn't tell us? did we do something?"

his voice was small, almost hurt, and yn was suddenly hit with the reality that their actions hadn't just affected them. it was a very simple concept, that, somehow, they still hadn't fully managed to grasp yet.

keeping that secret... it had been an act of love... right?

but was it? they weren't so sure any more. 

yn had always managed to convince themselves that they were doing it for the boys' own good. that they were better off without knowing, better off without that burden when they already had so much to deal with.

if the roles were reversed, though... yn knew they wouldn't see it that way.

because it wasn't done out of love, not really – it was done out of fear.

fear of not being enough for them. fear of being too much work. fear of opening up and then being rejected yet again.

and the thought of tearing out their heart and placing it in their hands to keep safe, only to have it returned to sender once more, bloody and barely beating, was too much for the fragile muscle to handle.

"no, it's not you," yn reassured jeongin softly. "you guys didn't do anything. it's me. i... i was just... scared."

"scared? of what?"

"i don't know, just... you're all so..." yn hesitated, unable to finish the sentence. "and i'm... i'm not..." they sighed.

in theory, yn knew that having a chronic illness – well... more than one, really, with all the comorbid conditions – it didn't mean that they were worth less than other, able-bodied people. but god, did it feel like it when sometimes all they could do in a day was feed themselves and their cat, just barely. and trying not to compare themselves to people who's bodies actually worked was a never ending, uphill battle, especially when their soulmates were the type of people who could push their bodies to the limits and still be able to get out of bed the next morning. it was infuriating to not be able to do the basic things one needed to do to survive when you once took that ability for granted.

over time, yn had managed to work through it, a little. their worth wasn't intrinsically tied to their health, they knew that, it just... it felt like it. knowing that didn't stop them feeling like a failure every time they had to order food because they were too exhausted to cook, or spend hours in bed after a simple shower, or neglecting their hygiene because they couldn't get out of bed due to the amount of pain that wracked their body.

"and, besides that... i know i'm not... i'm not going to fit in with the group the way the rest of you do. i've spent so long pushing you all away and you're all... close..."

"you know, for someone so smart, you can be incredibly stupid," chan remarked.

"excuse you?"

"excuse me? you're the one who seems to think we're so shallow that we wouldn't love you just because of your conditions."

"okay first of all. 'just'? it's a big thing, actually. with the whole ruining my life aspect of it. secondly," yn paused, swallowing thickly. "no, i didn't think that, but, you know... it's more of an 'i don't think i'm worthy of love' type of thing rather than an 'i don't think you'll like me'.. thing... i guess."

they laughed nervously, catching an eyeful of chan's exasperated expression. it was weird admitting it out loud. "don't look at me like that."

he gave them a withering look, swallowing his bite of noodles before speaking. "i've been in love with you since i first met you." there were mixed reactions to this information from the rest of the room. some of them had definitely been privy to that information before now. yn wasn't part of that group.

"that's... not how that works," yn murmured skeptically.

"okay, well, it happened for me."

"you can't love someone without knowing them," yn objected. "at most – at most – it was infatuation. even that, i think, is a strong word."

"you're so unromantic."

"is that even a word?"

"it is now. and despite what you're going to argue, I've been in love with you for..." chan paused, and yn could almost see the loading screen in front of his eyes as he calculated it. "... fifteen years, and you being sick hasn't changed that."

"he's been very annoying about it," seungmin commented. "all... mopey."

"i do not mope!" chan said indignantly through a mouthful of food.

yn held in a snicker, muffling it with a cough and covering their mouth. chan absolutely did mope – usually, it was a bit melodramatic, just to be irritating. but every so often, when something really made him emotional, he sat in the corner of a room, playing genshin with a cute little pout.

"don't you start," he grumbled.

"what? i didn't say anything."

"yeah, yeah..."

a little while later, chan had finally managed to kick the others out, leaving him, jeongin and yn in their dorm. the youngest, luckily, had the presence of mind to clear off for the night and retreat back into the safety of his room.

meanwhile, chan was busy following yn around like a little lost puppy, barely leaving them alone to change into their pajamas, before trailing after them into the bathroom while they brushed their teeth. he sat himself on the toilet seat lid, just... watching quietly. it was only mildly unnerving. although, it wasn't the creepy type of watching, so it wasn't that bad. it was almost... admiring. or maybe yn just hoped it was.

yn tried not to acknowledge chan's gaze while going through their routine, but ended up turning to him in the middle of their skincare, their face lathered up with cleanser. "why are you, uh..."

"staring?"

"yeah."

chan shrugged, a gentle smile forming on his lips. "i never thought I'd see you here, like this. it's nice." he paused, fidgeting with a distressed string on the hem of his shorts. "i always hoped it was you, you know."

"really?" yn asked, disbelief clear in their tone.

"mhm. and since the mark had your initials, i... well, it didn't help my fantasies."

"you had fantasies about me?" yn huffed out a laugh, leaning back against the counter and folding their arms over their chest. they feigned nonchalance, but their heart fluttered dangerously loudly against their ribs. what if he heard?

"that's so..." they laughed again, shaking their head. he was too cute. they had never dared to think that anyone would have fantasies about them. and here he was, just admitting it like it was nothing. "corny."

"corny for you."

"psh." yn flapped a dismissive hand in chan's direction, turning back around to rinse the cleanser off their face. of course, they were probably just as corny for him as he was for them, they were just worse at expressing it. way worse. perhaps, with time... they might be able to figure out how to show it. now that they were actually allowing themselves to feel it, or trying to.

"... what kind of fantasies?" yn asked in a hushed voice, not looking up from the sink.

"just... i don't know. holding hands. cuddling," he mumbled sheepishly.

"we've done that before."

"i know, but..." chan sighed, running a hand through his hair. "that was different."

yn hummed noncommittally in response as they rinsed the cleanser off their face, water dripping down their arms and soaking the cuffs of their pajama top. grimacing, they stood there, frozen, for a few moments, holding their hands up awkwardly before chan appeared behind them, rolling up their sleeves.

"oh. thank you." when they looked back up at him, they followed his line of sight to the messy makeup bag of skincare on his countertop. "do you... want to organise it?"

chan almost deflated in silent relief, gently nudging yn sideways and tipping out the contents of the bag. he spent a good couple of minutes deciding where everything should go, before placing them in order ever so carefully, meticulously making sure the labels were perfectly aligned. it wasn't even like there was much there to arrange. yn's things were rather minimal.

finally, he generously let them continue their skincare – with the caveat that he was allowed to give and take the items as needed. so they couldn't mess up his arrangement. whatever made him happy.

he spoke up again after a minute, his eyes trained on their bonnet. "you... know you're wearing that inside out, right?"

"huh? oh. yeah, i know," yn said. "turns out the silk is only on the outside, which is... antithetical to its purpose."

"... you could just buy a new one."

"this one still works!" yn protested. "there's no point buying another one. it's past the return time, anyway, it would just go to waste."

"why didn't you return it before then?"

"... i would only get a partial refund..." yn admitted.

"i forgot you budget like a demon," chan said with a quiet chuckle.

"force of habit. i was a broke college student for like, eight years. and don't you still fight with the rest of them about who has to buy ice cream? you're millionaires."

"touché."

"you take the bed. i'll sleep on the couch." chan said as the both of them stepped into his bedroom. he made it sound perfectly sensible. it wasn't, of course – like, hello? back issues, anyone? but it was very him. being nice to the detriment of himself. "what?" he asked, seeing yn's face.

they weren't having any of it. a firm smack upside the head might be able to knock it out of him, but they valiantly restrained themselves. "that bed is big enough for the both of us. i don't have cooties, we'll be fine. unless... there's something you're not telling me?"

chan giggled, the tips of his ears turning red. "i don't think i have cooties..."

"see? you'll live. i don't bite."

"you don't?" he made it sound like he was almost... sad about it.

"freak," they said, smacking his arm.

"hey!" chan pulled away dramatically, holding his arm and pouting dramatically as he flopped into his desk chair, looking up at yn with wide eyes. "rude. you're so mean to me." he sniffed offendedly, keeping up the dramatics for a few more seconds before a smirk pulled at his lips. "but i did write railway, so i'm not sure what you're expecting."

"oh, you're admitting it now?" yn asked, perching on the end of his bed and folding their arms.

he shrugged.

"you're infuriating."

"so i've been told."

the mild bickering dissolved over time into a comfortable silence between the two of them. chan, with his headphones on, focused – or seeming so – on his music. yn wasn't sure how he could concentrate so well this late at night, but then again, his mind didn't get overridden by brain fog that sapped every coherent thought. at least, not as often.

at least they could somewhat fix their attention on the screen in front of them, mindlessly scrolling on their phone. it wasn't... fun, exactly, but it was something to do. maybe going to sleep was a better idea, but it wasn't the right time yet. their usual bedtime was over half an hour away. sleep was probably the better option, but the routine... they had a routine. what was the point of it if you didn't follow it? and it wasn't like they could sleep anyway, not with the light from chan's laptop illuminating the room.

they gave up eventually, refraining from throwing their phone across the room, despite the fact that they really, really wanted to. it was all stupid. everything was just... stupid.

curling into the fetal position, yn pulled the covers up over their shoulders and stared blankly at the wall opposite. their mind was running at a hundred miles per hour, and yet, not running at all. semi-coherent thoughts were a luxury. it was at times like this they they began to wonder what the point of it all was.

chan, as if sensing their mood, spun around on his swivel chair, eyeing them suspiciously. yn glanced over at the slight squeak of seat – he wasn't one to take even miniscule breaks when he was in the groove, so something was clearly weighing on his mind.

"are you going to sleep soon?" he asked, pulling his headphones off so they hung around his neck.

"depends," they murmured, shifting under the duvet so they could look at him without straining their neck. his eyes were filled with a painful amount of concern. "if you're going to keep lighting up the room with your laptop, it's not happening any time soon."

"ah. sorry. i'll go out into the living room." chan saved his work, closing his laptop and stood up, moving to open the door and leave the room.

"chan– wait, don't–"

he stopped in his tracks, turning back to where yn lay on his bed. "you want me to stay?" yn nodded self-consciously.

"i have to work–"

"do you?" yn asked pointedly. chan did need to work. sure. everyone did. but he could definitely skip one single night of not staying up until stupid o'clock in the morning. "just this once?"

"... fine." he set his laptop back onto his desk. "until you get to sleep, okay?"

"okay." it wasn't exactly the eight hours of sleep they were hoping to wheedle out of him, but it was probably the best they could get right now. baby steps.

yn shifted over on the bed to make room, watching chan pull off his shirt and shorts. it was nothing they hadn't seen before, but the circumstances were a bit different back then. he was also more... defined this time. if they weren't so sleepy...

"slut," they mumbled playfully as he folded his clothes, and set the pile down on top of the hamper.

chan turned, giving them a disapproving look, hands on hips in what could only be described as a dad pose. "in my own home?" he asked, exasperated.

"m-hm."

and then he laughed, smile wide and eyes crinkling up into slits like the wolfchan sitting next to his pen holder – yn couldn't help but to smile too, smaller but still there, hiding it as they drew the blanket up to their chin. he was so beautiful like that, they thought, half sure that he could hear the way their heart palpitated just by looking at him.

"you're so mean to me," chan said, clambering into bed in nothing but his boxers.

"and yet, we're still friends."

"... still friends, huh?"

"well, i... didn't want to assume..." yn said, chewing their lip.

"stop that," chan muttered, using his thumb to pull yn's bottom lip from between their teeth. "but was me saying i've been in love with you for fifteen years not enough of a hint? i want to be your boyfriend."

"we don't have to be that yet if you're not ready," he assured. "i'll wait as long as you need. the rest of the guys will too."

yn hesitated, taking in his words before mumbling, "i do want you to be my boyfriend."

"i sense a but."

"you could have anyone you wanted." the unsaid remainder of that sentence hung in the air. he could have anyone he wanted – so why would he want them?

"yeah, and... i want you. you're part of 'anyone i want'." chan reached forward, plucking yn's glasses off their face and placing them on his nightstand.

they watched him for a split second before rolling over. they couldn't trust themselves to look at him much longer without saying something stupid. chan shuffled closer, pressing his chest against their back. slinging an arm over their waist, he pressed his face into their neck, inhaling deeply. yn had to suppress a shiver.

he spoke up again, his voice low. "i love you. you... don't have to say it back."

yn's breath hitched in their throat, and they squeezed their eyes shut, attempting to control their breathing. deep breath in, hold, breathe out. repeat.

the things he did to them without even trying.

"i love you too, channie."

he smiled against their skin, just slightly. "go to sleep. i still have a track to finish."

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[pr3ttyphant0m]

tim wright w a reader who is very similar to him—like, mental illness and addiction wise—but is still more grounded in reality than he is?? reader with all these issues but manages to not bury themselves in it??? does that make ANY sense??? i’m sorry if it doesn’t 😭😭😭

"Two Broken Mirrors and One Reality Check." ⋆｡°×

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Masky x energy matched!reader.

Notes: drinking, slight depression, and cursing.

I understood it COMPLETELY. I hope you enjoy this ^^

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1. Tim was lowkey suspicious of you at first—like, how the hell are you just as broken but still standing? Is that even possible??

2. You can both have depressive episodes together but YOU’RE the one who reminds him to eat something or take a shower.

3. When he starts spiraling or getting stuck in his thoughts, you have that “Hey. Breathe. You’re still here.” voice that yanks him out before it gets worse.

4. He lowkey envies your ability to stay grounded even when your mind is a war zone too.

5. Y’all trauma bond like crazy but in a dark humor way. If a stranger overheard you both, they’d be CONCERNED.

6. You keep a little routine going—tiny rituals like morning coffee or stretching, and you force him to join sometimes, even if it’s half-assed.

7. The amount of times he’s gotten blackout drunk or high and you’re just sitting there like, “Okay but have you tried just...screaming into a pillow instead?”

8. You remind him that coping isn’t curing, but it’s surviving, and that’s enough.

9. He tries to act like he doesn’t care but he LOVES when you drag him back to reality with a well-timed sass comment or an affectionate roast.

10. When he’s mid-episode and starts saying he’s a lost cause, you’re just like, “Babe. Same. But I’m still here. So are you. Don’t be dramatic.”

11. You both have a playlist that’s like...“Music for Mentally Ill Babes Who Wanna Live Anyway.”

12. You have a rule: if one of you drinks, the other holds the keys.

13. He gets snappy sometimes when you’re trying to help but you just hit him with the “I’ll wait. I know that’s not really you talking.”

14. He HATES that you can read him like a damn book.

15. Your grounding techniques? Yeah, he pretends they’re dumb until they work and then he’s like 👀.

16. You both have insomnia, so you’ve spent countless nights sitting on the floor together, chain-smoking or stress-eating snacks.

17. “You’re my tether,” he’s admitted once when he was half-asleep and delirious. He hasn’t said it again but you know.

18. Sometimes, when he dissociates, your voice is the only thing that gets through.

19. He loves the way you can joke about your damage without letting it define you. It’s inspiring to him.

20. You’re his safe person, even if he doesn’t say it. You just know.

21. He has nightmares a lot. You don’t even ask, just hold him or rub his back until he chills out.

22. Your coping mechanisms aren’t perfect but you’re always down to share them with him, like “I tried meditation but ended up just crying for 20 minutes. Wanna try it too?”

23. You refuse to let him disappear into his vices alone. If he’s going to crash, you’re crashing with him—but you make sure you BOTH get up after.

24. You keep each other’s shit semi-together. Like, your apartment might be a mess, but there’s always clean clothes somewhere and enough ramen stocked.

25. He jokes that you’re his “emotional support woman.” You accept the title.

26. Sometimes you both romanticize being f*cked up, but you’ll always be the one to pull back and remind him “We can’t drown in it though.”

27. When you notice he’s too deep in his addiction, you’re blunt as hell about it. “You think I don’t see you avoiding life? Bitch, same. But we’re not doing that today.”

28. He’s gotten better at grounding himself because of you—slowly, but he’s learning.

29. He actually trusts you with his worst days, because you don’t pity him. You understand.

30. End of the day, he knows he wouldn’t be here without you, and that TERRIFIES him—but he’s grateful anyway.

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To everyone else looking in on the little family of 2 from the outside they seemed completely average for what they were. It was almost comical how conventionally the pair fell into the stereotypes of “Hard-working burnt-out father with a golden heart” and “punk son going through his rebellious phase, always in trouble or in the back of a cop car.”

But what the townsfolk didn’t see was what happens the closed doors of their home.

The boy quietly opened the door, trying to sneak in without being noticed…he knew it was in vain as he saw the lights on in the living room and the figure of his father in his Favorite arm chair….a guilt crept into his throat and mind for once again keeping his sweet’ol dad up late worrying about him, and the familiar bitter feeling of wrongness flushed throughout him, knowing he’s fucked up again….he shuts the door and tried to walk past him like a dog with its tail between its legs. A whistle from the living room makes him grimace and stop, turning slowly to face his fathers tired and disappointed face, making sure to kept his choppy bangs covering his new shittly done eyebrow piercing.

“aight..come’er boy.” His fathers warm baritone voice beckoned, the gruff man leaning back on the armchair and spreading his legs a little to manspread, patting one of his thighs firmly twice. The boy grumbled but sheepishly made his way over, begrudgingly sitting on the very end of his thigh, practically on his knee, crossing his arms like he was a kid again..this a regular thing for them. The man sighed and shook his head “come on boy…haven’t you caused enough trouble already…don’t go being all tough…its just us..” he sighed tiredly, the guilt pulled the boys heart strings and he immediately shuffled up to be properly seated on the mans thigh, looked up at him through his eyelashes with guilty eyes, smudged eyeliner framing them. His father’s thick, heavy arms wrapping around him and manhandling him to be sitting on his lap, across his thighs, A large hard working hand cupped his cheek while the other rubbed the side of his thigh.

“What did yer do this time…” His dad sighed, rubbing the boy’s cheek bone with a calloused thumb, his warm eyes flicking over the boy, finally spotting the red and cheaply done piercing he banned his boy from getting “dammit boy.” He grunted then sighed, moving the hand from the soft cheek to push back his sons fringe which drew a guilty groan from the kid.

“Its nothin’ okay? I can deal with it. Ill take it out okay.” He immediately grumbled, trying to still act tough with his arms crossed as he tried to lean his body away from his dads, the son wasn’t dumb enough to keep the piercing in with how likely it was to heal wrong… but that didn’t mean he was looking forward to pulling it out later. A loud sigh from his dad made him shut up…the man gently rubbed the area around the piercing… “don’t be foolish boy…come on..it’d be easier if you’d just let me help you for once boy…don’t yer think you’ve made enough problems tonight by doing things your way.” His father groaned in that…disapproving tone that made the son’s eyes widen and his stomach drop, he looked away swallowing a weird fear he couldn’t place and nodded, tilting his head back to let him.

“atta boy…nice and easy for me” he whispered, rubbing his boys thigh comforting…leaning in closer then needed to focus on taking out the intrusion in his boys eyebrow “deep breath…come on..be a real man. No. Tears.”

He firmly mumbled, pulling out the piercing causing the son hiss in pain, tensing and whimpering a little, tears pricking the side of his eyes “s-shit! Ngh!” he grimaced, deep shuddery breaths leaving him afterwards, as his hands instinctually held onto his dad’s thick arm. The arms tightened around him quickly, pulling him close in comfort “shhh..shhhh its okay boy..deep breaths…daddys got you..” he kissed his hair and rubbed his back as the tough act dropped from the boy in his arms, he looked up with teary eyes. “t-that really fucken hurt….i-..i wont do it again..im..sorry. dad..thank you..” he mumbled through deep breaths, leaning and resting his head against his chest, not seeing the smug sharp grin on his fathers face, having the boy just where he wanted him.

Like always.

“its okay..here…ill always be here to kiss it better bub..i know under all that angst your still daddys boy.” The man whispered, gently kissing his forehead, his hand firmly petting his son’s thigh still, the other now rubbing his arm too, coddling him like a baby…completely dependent on his old man.

The troubled boy relaxed completely into him, guard down and vulnerable, his face being peppered with kissed and heart filled his affirmation “..love ya dad…” he warmly whispered, looking up at his dad warmly, a firm hand coming up to cup his face..not really noticing his dad was still leaning way to close to him. “love ya too boy..us against the world..right?”…“ofc dad.”

The boys eyes closed…but shot open again as suddenly his lips where pressed into a kiss by his own dad…a gut wrenching feeling shooting through him, his eyes flicked around scared as he froze up..not kissing back but to muddled and panicked to pulled away… “d-dad? I don’t-” His unsure whisper was cut off by another coaxing kiss, the firm hand moving up his thigh. “shhhh its alright..its okay this is normal.. Just us remember? Im your dad…I wouldn’t hurt yer…” The man mumbled against his lips, his hand shifting to force the boys jaw open, kissing again, forcing to boy to kiss back…The boy squeezed his eyes shut and slowly started kissing, letting his dad guide the pace…only wincing and whimpering when his tongue slipped onto his tongue coaxing them to slide against each other in a disorienting kiss.

A sharp gasp then muffled whine decorated the sound of their kissing as his fathers hand sneaked and slide between his thighs, rubbing the boy through his jeans, he immediately struggled and shoved his dads chest, the gruff man didn’t try and stop him, pulling off the kiss but not removing his hand, the boy panicked looking down and back to his father “D-DAD- SHIT STOP! W-WHAT ARE YOU-” he began but trailed off at the look of hurt in his dads eyes…the guilt crashing through the boy again. “do you not trust me that much….you..you seriously think id do something hurt you” his father whispered low voice made the boy stumble over his words in confusing guilt…This was wrong. He knows its wrong! But somehow his dads saddened voice, and hurt eyes made the most basic emotions feel…. wrong? like a betrayal to the man who raised him..fed him..cared for him...

“s-sorry..your right..it-it just-..” his jaw snapped shut and he sighed “o-okay..you can..do that..im sorry”, his father lit up is smug satisfaction which quickly masked as a faux-renewed trust “atta-boy..thought you where gonna leave me like your…mama..did..” his father trail off in practiced act of pain, the boy jumping in to fix his fathers sadness. “no! nonono! Never- d-dad I love you! Its okay! Seriously, its my fault for freaking out!” he whispered scared, before he knew it a warm kiss was meeting him again, nauseating and… “confusing” him, the fathers hand slipped under his jeans and rubbed up and down the boxer-covered slit, drawing tense whimpered and noises from his own kin.

“ngh! D-dad th-that feels..so..w-weird..i- h-hah…” he mumbled against to kiss, the boys kisses getting slicker along with him, his tongue soft flicking out and deepening the kiss willingly now…slowly corrupting his normalcy “shhh its okay..dad’s gonna fix it…daddys got you…” he repeated, a dark look in his eyes no longer hidden nor noticed as the boy threw his head back, gripping his dads shoulders. “o-oh shiiiit..u-uh uh- f-fuck it….it feels…feels so..fuzzy d-dad..dad..dada…” he babbles out, buring his face into his shoulder , the rubbing now in tight and focused circles on the weeping t-dick under his boxers, never actually touching skin on skin.

“fuck atta boy…that’s it….god I should have done this earlier…heh..maybe next time I should show you just how much dad can help..yea?” he whispered into his sons hair, kissing his head as the boys hips bucked and he sucked in shaky breaths “shit! Yes! Yes dad please! I-hrnk!! Im-im your boy…p-please I- I want..i-I dad please its..so…so much!” he wept into his shoulder, his hips firmly thrusting up into his dads hand three times…cumming hard in his jeans…crying out “dad!! Shi-ah!! Dada!” as he rode it out…his father rubbing his back and cooing at him as his favorite boy went limp… “there you are….easyyyyy..easyyy just..just fall asleep…dadas got you….i love you boy..” his father whispered into the gasping and sobbing boys hair..the spent boy gently nodded his head, small hics leaving him before “o-okay dad…l-love you too..” “you and me against the world right?”…. “always.”

WOO done!! hope you enjoyed!! thx so much for 200 followers...kinda turned into a truma thingy for me but i hope its still fucked up to get you freaks off <3

[bwat5-blog]

Quick Response To Some Fresh Lunacy

**Spoilers For Arcane**

So while I have only delved into the sheer bedlam that is the Arcane Critical tag once, every now and then one of those feisty little diesel drinkers makes it onto my feed and I am treated to something like this as reasons season 2 supposedly sucked (their phrasing was much more unpleasant):

1. The people of the Undercity died to save Piltover while wearing Enforcer uniforms despite Piltover doing nothing to earn it. 2. Silco was turned into a mouthpiece for forgiveness and letting go of the past despite being one of the only pro-zaun characters. 3. Jinx was redeemed by sympathizing with topsiders, forced to apologize for killing Caitlyn's mom and felt like she needed to die so Vi could run off with Caitlyn. 4. Vi didn't care about the grey and serviced Caitlyn in a prison cell where she was locked away by Enforcers as a kid. 5. Jayce acting like Viktor's illness that was caused by Piltover wasn't something that needed to be cured. 6. Ekko never calls out Heimerdinger for his failings, Vi for joining the Enforcers, and risks his people (the firelights) to help Piltover. 7. Sevika almost being cut completely, never reacting to Isha's death or interacting with Jinx in act 3 and risking her life to help Piltover which is way out of character.

Okay... breathe deep... it hurts.. I know it hurts. It hurt me as well to read such a strong concentration of felonious stupidity all in one place as well. But we must never falter. There are a lot of ways I could respond to this. And perhaps at some point I will go more in-depth. But the simple fact is nothing here requires a long, drawn out, point-by-point defense. Because I have seen the show. Which clearly gives me the upper hand here. So, I am going to give each of these the amount of attention they deserve.

The people of the Undercity died to save Piltover while wearing Enforcer uniforms despite Piltover doing nothing to earn it

Hey there. Remember him? Does it seem like once he pacified Piltover he was just gonna call it a day, get back in his gigantic astral hamster ball and fuck off back to the compound? No. His goal was the evolution of humanity. Not Piltover. Jayce spells this out clearly. "This isn't a fair request". But it is the truth. And regarding the uniforms. The average Undercity character is seen is some variety of leathers/cloth/wool whatever that usually is displaying a decent amount of skin. THE ENFORCERS WEAR ARMOR.

Silco was turned into a mouthpiece for forgiveness and letting go of the past despite being one of the only pro-zaun characters

Okay. I am going to make this is as simple as possible so you can follow along with me:

As we know, Silco is not there. Jinx is essentially working this out in her own mind through these hallucinations

Her status as Silco's daughter, being a symbol, his influence and shadow, it is all tying her to the past which as we know is filled to the brim with delicious sugary trauma.

Even though he was a monster, she views him as a father figure. And as much as it sucks to say probably more than Vander. She was so young when Vander died. She was with Silco during her real formative years. And I would bet she has pushed Vander away mentally to protect herself after everything that has occured. So while Vi sees Vander in the barfight when she wants to give up, Jinx sees Silco.

Silco is giving Jinx the permission Jinx realizes she has to give Vi to save both of them.

Jinx was redeemed by sympathizing with topsiders, forced to apologize for killing Caitlyn's mom and felt like she needed to die so Vi could run off with Caitlyn

Again. HUMANITY ENDING THREAT. Also ya know her fucking sister wanted her by her side.

OH NO! OUR MURDEROUS MENTALLY ILL TERRORIST IS HEALING AND TRYING TO TAKE ACCOUNTABILITY FOR HER MISTAKES! WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA! NOT CHARACTER GROWTH!

3. True. In that moment she felt she needed to die.. because as she says, she feels "there's no good version of me". I know it's unfair you have to watch the whole scene to get it. But you have taken a profound moment of Jinx's love for her sister and her recognition of how Vi loves her and made it.. whatever this was supposed to be.

Vi didn't care about the grey and serviced Caitlyn in a prison cell where she was locked away by Enforcers as a kid.

I have done this so... so many times. I am not doing it again. I will go with the same blanket statement I have been using lately: A non-lethal crowd dispersal weapon in targeted locations against dangerous drug lords and a terrorist who likes blowing shit up? Seems like a decent plan.

Well done. You have taken a beautiful moment of meaning between these two characters and simplified it down to the utmost degree. There are numerous thoughtful, in-depth and heartfelt breakdowns of this scene available and I promised myself I wasn't going to waste a bunch of my time responding to this mind-melting ignorance. So I will just say this. If that is all you see in that scene, I really am sorry for you. I hope someday things improve.

Jayce acting like Viktor's illness that was caused by Piltover wasn't something that needed to be cured

Because it wasn't about Piltover or Zaun you crusty dishrag. Viktor was trying to purify all of humanity after a life-time of seeing the imperfections and weaknesses in himself as a start. Jayce loved Viktor. I'm not even getting to romantic or platonic, he LOVED VIKTOR. I suppose you would have preferred for him to look at Viktor and yell "You know what you diseased freak you have a point! Good for you taking everyone's humanity. WELL DONE!"

Ekko never calls out Heimerdinger for his failings, Vi for joining the Enforcers, and risks his people (the firelights) to help Piltover.

Heimerdinger is very aware of his failings. You have to watch in season one. Again.. watching the show you talk about.. very hard I know. And as close as he and Ekko are in season two I think we can safely say they are on the same page. Never mind that Ekko has shown he has no trouble calling out anyone who needs it.

Ekko and Vi are family. So while it is true he may be angry and we don't see it, I think a character of immense heart like Ekko who loves Vi would actually talk with her. You know.. rather than the savage degradation of Vi some people seem to wish for.

AGAIN FOR THE LOVE OF ALL THAT IS HOLY

Sevika almost being cut completely, never reacting to Isha's death or interacting with Jinx in act 3 and risking her life to help Piltover which is way out of character

She is a side character. Sorry but she is. But after a lifetime trying and failing to stand for Zaun she becomes their first ever voice on the council. She is the representative of every person she has wanted to protect. Sorry if that doesn't cut it.

When exactly would we have seen this? I also would have been curious to see her reaction but they were dealing with the whole ya know.. war?!

Same to above. I wish we could have seen Jinx rallying the undercity with Ekko. I actually give you this one. I think this was a missed opportunity.

ONCE MORE WITH FEELING

I'm sorry scary Viktor. I don't know why they keep forgetting you.

[manifestingitgurlll]

2 am reflections… 🫡

so i’m thinking abt my past manifestations, i always do that to remind myself of the core concept, that it all comes back to knowing. i also look back on “failed” manifestations, paying attention to what i was thinking and doing.

i noticed the pattern of the failed stuff coming from expectation. deciding something, then “expecting” something to happen. but why would you be expecting something to happen, if it’s already done!? that’s why we have those moments of affirming for days on end and nothing vs when you say it once half heartedly and it happens.

cause i completely understand, you could go a week and not ONCE explicitly think “i don’t have it.” but if you’re also thinking “i hope it happens” or “maybe today will be the day it finally happens,” that’s just you saying…that you don’t have it.

it’s SOOOO subtle!!! but i realized when i looked back, i always had an expectation. all the stuff that i did manifest, i genuinely didn’t expect. it felt random and i was always so surprised. obviously it wasn’t but bcs i wasn’t expecting and i genuinely knew that it was mine, it had to choice but to be!

for example. today i went to the mall and i decided to manifest a milkshake from a specific store (yes i like manifesting food ok!!! someone asked me why i manifest stuff like that and not “bigger things,” but i do it bcs i want to. ive also said a bunch of times that im STILL learning. im not gonna act like im perfect cause im not. we’re all in this together 🫶🏽)

anyways, i decided it, and moved on. on the way to the mall, we passed that specific store. i instantly got excited bcs we live nowhere near that store and i didn’t even know there was one nearby the mall! i thought “wow this is my moment for my manifestation!” bcs there was a charging station for the teslas right next to it, and my mom needed to charge. it would’ve lined up perfectly, following logic right? but then i caught myself. i reminded myself that i already got it. that there’s nothing to get.

she ended up not charging there, but at the mall. i felt shaky, thinking everything was ruined and there was no way she would go to the store without the charger, but again i reminded myself it was done.

the day went on, and i ended up getting a cinnamon roll. i started thinking “there’s no way ill get a milkshake. mom already bought me this.” but i caught myself again! i reminded myself it was always done and there was nothing to get or see.

then we leave and she ends up going to another store. and get this, it’s right across the store with the milkshake!! AGAIN i’m thinking “wow this is the time. this is where i’ll get the milkshake.” now at this point, i’ve been feeling pretty shaky all day so i tried to keep reminding myself. but i kept thinking logically, thinking there was no way she would go there. that it’s already late, she’s tired, and she would never buy me outside food.

and what do you think happened? exactly that. we passed the store and went home! now imagine if i had kept persisting, refusing to go back to the old story? my mom could’ve gone BACK later on and stopped at the store. or maybe she stopped at the store anyways, just not at that specific location, but at another one. or maybe reality would’ve just shifted illogically and boom, in my hands there’s a milkshake. but bcs i went back to the old story, that was what played out.

but you see all the times i expected it to happen? you can’t expect something you already have! if i didn’t claim those thoughts as mine, i would’ve been good but i identified with it when i should’ve just ignored it. yeah food sounds silly and dumb, but this goes the same for anything. money, appearance, life…you gotta stop expecting and just be.

ANYWAYS it’s just all interesting sigh i love manifestation

[hermiones-amortentia]

I was thinking about Ron and Hermione's debates and arguments and they so much act like two lawyers it's funny. Ron challenges Hermione's pov brilliantly and vice versa.

Case 1, Lockhart: Hermione thinks he is wonderful and her evidence is look how many books he has written. While Ron always questions that and he goes like he says he has done. But they haven't seen him being competent even for once. Ron is right.

Case 2, Snape: Hermione keeps saying they should trust snape because Dumbledore trusts him. Ron keps saying he is shady and a git. Well both are right in this case lol

Case 3, Dumbledore: Hermione trusts Dumbledore blindly. Ron always says Dumbledore can make mistakes. He isn't infallible. Again Ron is right.

Case 4, Viktor Krum: Hermione insists he is a nice chap and he respects her. Has no true ill intention. Ron thinks he is with her only because he wants to know more information about Harry for the TWT. Well Hermione is definitely right here.

Case 5, Harry's trauma after Sirius' death: Hermione keeps insisting harry to open up while Ron thinks harry will open up when he feels alright. Honestly this one I am giving to Ron.

Case 5, SPEW: this one has two parts. Hermione ofcourse thinks the elves are heavily mistreated and Ron thinks they like what they are doing. Here Hermione is 100% right as elves developed Stockholm syndrome.

Case 6, SPEW: part 2. Here Hermione thinks she will trick them into freedom. Ron wants them to know what they are getting into. Ron here is right. Tricking someone isn't gonna achieve anything.

Case 7, decieving ministry employees: Hermione wants to stun them. But Ron thinks it will raise suspicion. So they should make them sick. Honestly I don't know who is right here. I wanna here opinion on this one.

Case 8, harry using sectumsempra on Draco: Hermione thinks it was bad that harry used that spell he knew nothing about on Malfoy. Harry could have been banned from quidditch for a lifetime. Ron thinks yeah it was dangerous that harry used that spell but Malfoy was also trying to use cruciatus so harry did it in self defence. It wasn't like Malfoy died(he should have). 100% with Ron on this one.

Case 9, hallows theory: ofcourse Hermione thinks it's rubbish because it's not written in books. Ron shows the evidence of Harry's cloak. He thinks they can exist. But obviously he is trying to woo Hermione here so he ends up siding with her 🤣 proof always use your head. Not emotions to judge things.

Case 10, convincing griphook: Hermione finds it appalling that Ron wants to decieve the goblin by giving him the sword only to take it away from him. Honestly I don't blame her. It's kinda bad. But everything is fair in love and war... Lol

Honestly Ron and Hermione both should have been lawyers. Would love to see them fighting against each other in wizengamot. And later fighting at home in a completely different way

[mischievous-piltovan]

The Undying Oath (NSFW)

Chapter 5: In Dim Carcosa (SFW)

Pairing: Viktor x fem!Reader

Summary: Reader navigates troubled waters. The Herald is no longer Viktor, he’s merely wearing her late lover’s visage. Yet, she can’t leave him - the guilt of her past betrayal and her duty to the denizens of Zaun keep her bound to the Emberlift Alley Workshop. But not all is lost.

A/N: I had the outline for a way longer chapter, but the more I worked on top of it, the longer it became. So I decided to chop it off in two chapters. Bad news: this might be a harder read, a bit morose with no immediate pay-off. The good news: the next chapter is gonna come much quicker since I not only already have an outline, I also have it fairly written. Anyways, I hope you enjoy this one. 

Warnings: Major Character Death. Loss of a loved one. He came back wrong. Angsty. War.

Word Count: 5.2K

Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 | Chapter 4 | Chapter 5 | Chapter 6 (In Progress)

Also on AO3

Somewhere far away, embedded deep into the veil of the Cosmos, the stars were cackling. At least, they must have been. Because whatever the celestials had planned for her was undoubtedly a joke. And a bad one at that.

After the fiasco that was their moment of intimacy, Viktor explained the origin of his lack of feelings. The procedure Dr. Raveck performed - a mixture of open-chest surgery and chemical infusion -, although resulting in his successful recovery, came with a side-effect: the complete removal of his capacity to feel.

“And what about all this metal?” She asked, motioning at his artificial limbs. “Was this the Doctor too?”

“No, these are my doing,” Viktor responded calmly. “I got rid of the hexcorized tissues in favor of parts I had control over.” 

Yet, the cosmic punchline was in the bittersweetness of it all.

There was no doubt in her mind that she was glad Viktor was alive. A part of her was thrilled to be by his side again, to be able to watch him use his intellectual prowess to aid those in need. Like he always dreamed of. After all those months beside him, watching him decay bit by bit every day. After mourning his loss for weeks, engulfed in guilt imagining his last days all alone. This opportunity to be with him again felt like a blessing.

But something wasn't right, he wasn't right. He miraculously came back from the dead. But he came back wrong. 

Viktor was not the man she loved anymore, just an echo of who he once was. An uncanny simulacrum, not completely different, but an ill-imitation of the original.

Like a song she knew by heart, but every now and then he changed the lyrics, sang off-key, outpaced the tempo. In every exchange, every act, no matter how mundane, something was always frustratingly wrong.

It was in the way he walked, still impaired and aided by a cane, but it lacked the grace of before, being replaced by an almost robotic stride. It was in the way he was built, still thin with long and lanky limbs, but he was now rigid, standing artificially straight. It was in the way he spoke, with his still low and accented voice, but with a new dull lint of his speech, tempered and softened, lacking the once alluring sharp edges 

And all of it seemed to mock her. 

In this new form, Viktor was both her persecutor and warden - his very presence tormented her, made her acutely aware of her love for his old self and the fact he was forever gone. But it also kept her in place, for she couldn't leave him. She had no right to.

Not when she had done it once already. Not when he needed her help again. She just had to endure, to bear the cross of her own mistakes in spite of her feelings. And so she did.

—--

Luckily, he kept his mask on throughout the day, blocking out the world from his remaining humanity, and unknowingly shielding her from excess torment, albeit a little. In his full herald garb, the girl could pretend he was someone else entirely, his accented voice was the only hint of his old self, and even that was attenuated by the modulation of the mask.

She started to use his metallic veneer as a tool to help her envision him as someone else entirely. While masked, he wasn't her once fianceé Viktor, but the transhumanist scientist known as the Herald. By clinging to the difference on these labels, she was able to keep some semblance of sanity.

The schedule around the Emberlift Alley Workshop was divided in three blocks. The mornings were  designated for new patients, people whose issues were yet to be assessed and properly diagnosed. It was also when Viktor took their measurements in order to build them their prosthesis. Around noon came those whose synthetic limbs were already built and just had to be attached, as well as those in need of maintenance. The evenings were devoted to building the prosthesis based on the measurements taken in the morning. She only needed to be present for the afternoon appointments, when her healing was necessary.

And she'd take every opportunity available to not be present in the same room as him. To avoid unnecessary feelings and ruminations from clouding her mind. To keep her focus on her work.

Instead of remaining idle, she started to organize the rest of the house bit by bit during her free time, trying to bring back some of the home aspect to the place. The busy work kept her from dwelling on the stalemate, preventing her from spiraling into dark thoughts. The people of Zaun needed her in topnotch condition, there wasn't room to come undone. Viktor didn't comment on it, but noticed the effort - the organized space brought him further clarity of mind.

One evening as she was sweeping the floor in the living-room, a familiar voice called her name from behind her. It belonged to Ralph.

“Long time no see, Ralph!” She greeted him, turning around. “Are you here for mainte- what's all that?”

Ralph grinned as he approached her, a small wooden crate in his arms filled to the brim with… Junk?

“It's material for the prostheses!”

“No offense, but,” her hand delicately plucked a corroded rusty screw from the crate, rolling it between her index finger and her thumb. “I don't think these can be used.”

Before Ralph could respond, an accented modular voice rang from behind them.

“They can,” its sound alone sent a shiver down her spine, inching her dangerously close to the precipice of her own mind. “Ralph brought these for me at my request.”

That day she learned just how Viktor was able to keep providing people with prosthetic limbs even under the shortage of resources the conflict between the two cities was causing.

Stricken by curiosity, she followed him as he took the crate down to the workshop below. He placed it on the desk next to the HexCore, its pulsating cold light casting ghastly flickering shadows over the stone walls of the basement. She watched as the Herald pressed various keys on the machinery the HexCore sat atop before the runic matrix reacted, spinning faster than before. Her breathing hitched when an energy beam erupted from the core, elevating the material from the crate and amalgamating its contents together - sorting it by material, no less. In the next moment, all the contents inside the crate were gone, and sheets of different types of material rested on the desk next to it.

An almost inaudible ‘amazing’ escaped from her lips. She swore the Herald chuckled before continuing.

“Those I've helped come bearing whatever form of scraps they find as a show of gratitude,” he explains. “Although the sentiment is unnecessary, the gesture allows me to help more people in the long run.”

Ralph is one of those who often visits with scraps, and in the days that follow is the one person tethering her to some semblance of lucidity. Whenever he comes, he makes sure to stay a while, a warm smile always on his face.

“Your situation is so unique, I'm not sure I have the words necessary to help you,” Ralph relented during one of his visits. They both sat across from each other at the recently uncluttered dinner table. “But I need to encourage you to cut yourself some slack.”

A chuckle escaped her lips.

“I cut myself some slack when I betrayed his trust, didnt I?,” she murmured with a long exhale. “I don't think I should be allowed to do so ever again.”

Ralph rolled his eyes, exhaling loudly in mock annoyance.

“You know what, you actually shouldn't. You are the worst person to ever step foot in Runeterra, and your sins could never be forgiven,” he conceded, looking away from her. “For instance, leaving your gilded life in Piltover to come to the Fissures just because you refused to build weapons to be used against us. What a crime.”

She arched an eyebrow in a knowing look. “Ralph…”

“Not to mention all the years in the Academy, fighting to bring positive change to the Undercity!” He turned back to her, crossing his arms. “And spending all her energy healing our sick after getting her shiny new arm? What a monster!”

His words held good intentions, but failed to truly reach her. Every moment interacted with Viktor was a dire reminder of her mistakes, a memento of her subsequent loss, and an omen of her guilt.

She woke up one day in the middle of the night in full alert. Sitting up on the bed and quickly scanning her surroundings proved there was nothing to worry about, it was just another rough night for a troubled mind. On instinct, her eyes landed on the bed on the other side of the room, and she was graced with Viktor's sleeping form.

It was a rare sight, one she subconsciously tried avoiding by opting to always go to bed before him. The Herald had a habit to stay up late tinkering away at the workshop downstairs, which gave her ample time to get ready for bed and be fast asleep before he was even in the room. The last thing she needed was being further damaged by the sight of him stripped down from his Herald form to something more akin to the man she once knew.

And that was the right call, because seeing him now with his face bare, lips slightly parted, and a peaceful look on his face was… Blissfully painful. 

And dangerously magnetic.

Her limbs moved on their own as she slowly rose from her bed, tiptoeing her way to his side, eyes locked on him, committing this Viktor to mind as much as possible. She sat on the floor next to his bed, resting her head over one arm atop the mattress. 

She watched him sleep, his chest rising and falling with each breath. The same sharp jaw, now framed by metal, the thin cracked lips, moles dotting the area above his upper lip, just under his eye, and the twins at the side of his neck.

This was not the Herald. This was Viktor. 

Her eyes landed on his hand closest to her and she dared to snake her marbled hand towards it, stopping right before touching it. One marbled pinky curled around his and something akin to elation blossomed inside her chest. 

Her eyes fluttered close. In the dark behind her eyelids, she could almost pretend they were back at their shared bedroom in Piltover. His scent and the ongoing soft sounds of his breathing lulled her into a false sense of security, and before she could do anything, sleep claimed her.

When next she woke, the clarity of the day lit up the room from the window. Lifting her head up from her arms, she winced as the stiffness of her neck made itself known. Massaging the region, her eyes searched for Viktor but found an unsurprisingly empty bed.

With a groan, she rose to her feet while mentally chastising herself for falling asleep on the floor. Not to mention having Viktor waking up to her sleeping creepily at his side like an obsessed lunatic. She dreaded what he'll have to say about it.

A glance at her own bed proved she wouldn't have to wait to find out. On top of the mattress rested a vial - filled with a clear liquid she recognized as the calming concoction Viktor offered upon their first meeting - and a note. She picked it up and read it ‘Drink it whenever you feel restless’.

Apart from that, he never mentioned that night again. And she wasn’t sure what to make of it.

—--

The day she dreaded came earlier than anticipated. After nudging a frame on the wall to the side and back, rotating it ever so slightly clockwise and counterclockwise for the ninth time, she exhaled in resignation - the frame was fine as it was the first time, she was merely stalling. Stalling from recognizing her work was done, the whole house had been thoroughly organized. 

Which meant her only excuse to be absent from the workshop outside of the afternoon hours was no more. 

She exhaled once more, trying to weigh her options. On one hand, she could keep on being present only when the prosthesis were being attached, she'd just have to find other things to do around the workshop in the meantime - sitting idly with her thoughts was an easy way to slip into spiraling. There was the option of going out and finding purpose somewhere else, maybe going back to the Firelights Hideout to be a part-time inhouse healer. But then again, there was a conflict happening out there, and exposing herself to being caught by enforcers or in the crossfire of a shooting just because she didn't want to spend more time with the Herald than necessary was… Stupid. On the other hand, being present during assessment could prove useful - getting to know the patients and their woes beforehand could give her more insights and perhaps make her work better. She could even heal them beforehand in case they had wounds still open, or even aid them with stuff completely unrelated to the prosthesis whatsoever.

She glanced at the wall clock and felt a chill run down her spine - it was still mid-morning. She could do this, couldn't she? They say consistent exposure to a trigger tends to dull its effects on a person. She already spends a lot of time in his presence daily, a little more couldn't make such a big difference. Let's not think about the different circumstances each part of the day schedule entailed, with the afternoon time being more busy work and her being able to ignore Viktor's presence entirely, while the morning period would consist of observing and learning on her part. Just. Don't. Think. About. It.

With a resolute exhale, before resolve could escape her, she patted the remainders of dust off of her clothes and made her way down to the basement.

Viktor was sitting at the HexCore desk, noting something down on a parchment paper. She fought the icicle in the pit of her stomach signaling her to run.

“Greetings, sit on the table. I'll be there in a moment” he spoke without facing her, the orange glow of his mask kept firmly at the paper before him.

“No, uhm… it's actually me” She greeted shyly. He turned to her upon hearing her response.

“Oh,” he interjected. “There's still a couple hours before the afternoon appointments start.”

“I know, it's just… “ She could feel her resolve faltering, but pressed on nonetheless. “I was thinking about being present during the morning assessments as well, to learn of your methods and perhaps lending a helping hand where I could.”

A pause befall the two and suddenly the air was thicker. Her eyes kept away from him, fixated in the glow of the rune matrix beside him. The icicle in the pit of her stomach evolved into a dagger and was risking becoming a sword each second that passed between them. 

She started deliberating being torn asunder from the inside or just bolting out of the door, not to set foot in the workshop again, when Viktor spoke. “I believe your contributions could be valuable. You may stay.”

Before she could respond, the creaking of the wooden stairs behind them announced the arrival of a patient. She turned around and was greeted with a familiar face.

“Hey, Miss Architect! Long time no see!” A middle-aged man with an athletic build and thinning gray hair stood leaning on a crutch, his left leg missing from the knee down.

“Yo-you're Wenn, right? The courier?” Memories of the countless times she visited the Undercity for data gathering flooded her mind, his face a constant presence. But once the words left her mouth, her eyes did a double take at his missing limb. “Oh… “

“Yeah, I know… “ Wenn jested coily. “But Mister Herald here is gonna make me all good, isn't he?”

“Correct,” Viktor agreed curtly. “Please sit on the table so I can get your measurements.”

Wenn did as commanded while Viktor prepared the tools. The girl stood by the HexCore desk, crossing her arms. “So, what happened to you?”

“Same as everyone else, Enforcers,” Wenn answered nonchalantly. “Was doing my rounds in a permitted area and was still met with a landmine. I was darn lucky it only got my leg.”

“Please, hold still.” Viktor’s robotic voice cut through. 

“I wish I could say a mine buried in a permitted area surprised me, but I'd be lying…“ she commented dryly. Enforcers brutality against Zaunites was already a well-known reality often overlooked by the Piltovan state, but ever since the conflict broke out, it felt like it had been cranked up to eleven. The Enforcers filled Zaun with barricades and checkpoints, stipulating permitted areas for passage. Unfortunately, it looked like they didn't keep the bombs solemnly in prohibited territory.

“Tell me about it… “ Wenn sighed. “This whole situation was bad enough before, my radius of operation had shrunk significantly because of it, losing my leg was the cherry on top of this shitcake.”

“We'll solve that part at least.” She assured him.

Viktor turned around and was about to rise from his chair when she stopped him. “I can note down his measurements for you.”

“That would be helpful, I appreciate it.” Viktor acknowledged it, turning back to Wenn after informing her the number. 

The girl diligently grabbed a pen on the desk and started writing down what Viktor was telling her when something grabbed her attention - the schematics she was scribbling on. Something was off, the schematics was for a standard prosthesis, something that he usually builds for the common folk. A courier like Wenn, who spends his whole day on foot, walking around the uneven stone pathways of Zaun needed something more sturdy, with more padding. Viktor certainly had something like that designed, didn't he?

“Is this the right schematic?” She prodded. 

“It's the leg one, correct?” He retorted.

“it is.”

“Then it is correct.”

Did Viktor really only have one-size-fits all for each single prosthesis? 

She shook her head slightly, brows knitted as the gears turned inside her head. She could see where Viktor was coming from, by working with standard models he could attend to a larger number of people in less time. Tailoring each design individually was simply not time-efficient, despite the boost in quality for each piece. Not to mention, to most people the standard design would suffice. 

But how about these edge cases such as Wenn's? If they give him the standard module, he'd be back in two weeks or less for maintenance, or replacement altogether. Sure, they'd be making his life better, but only slightly. Wouldn't this be considered inefficient?

Her eyes traveled back to Viktor, and something clicked. Viktor and Jayce were brilliant scientists whose sharp minds worked meticulously to solve complex problems. But she noticed early on in their partnership that they more often than not lacked the ability to perceive what the problems were in the first place. 

“We were analyzing some of your data and we came across the fact that the average commute time for those who come topside to work varies from two to three hours during rush,” Jayce began, running his index over the papers in front of him. It had been a couple of months since the partnership between the Undercity Development Section and the HexTech Research Division began, the Ventilation System project was already underway. The pair of scientists had pulled the architect aside as soon as she arrived at the lab that morning, seemingly eager to show her how serious they were. At least that's the vibe she was getting from Jayce. “And we were brainstorming some ideas for a faster and more robust Public Transportation System using HexTech.”

Jayce rolled out a parchment paper in front of them with a map of the Undercity. On top of it, he placed a translucent sheet of butter paper. Then, he grabbed a marker and started sketching on top of it. The girl leaned in closer.

“We noticed that the existing lift's engine is rather old, and demanded that the ascension was done as horizontally as possible,” Viktor chimed in as his partner sketched. Her eyes met his golden ones for a brief second before  returning to the paper before them in a fluster. She was still digesting why the leaner scientist had such an effect on her. “This resulted in a longer route between the Undercity Terminal and the Topside Terminal. And that in itself already largely adds to the commute time. So we moved the whole system to a location in which the distance between the terminals is the shortest, since building the new lift vertically is not a problem anymore.”

She studied Jayce's croquis on the translucent paper for a second, before calmly bringing her index finger to it and tapping on a location on the map. “This district right here has historically been formed by people who go to work Topside. It grew organically around the terminal,” she spoke calmly. “These are the people we'd be affecting by tackling this problem. If we move the system to the other side, even if technologically and logistically seems more efficient, we're failing to address the practical effect of such a change.”

She took a marker from Jayce and began scribbling on the paper as she spoke.

“Nowadays, the people start gathering at the Terminal around 4 am. They leave their houses and are promptly met with a line to get to the lift,” she wrote down ‘4 am’ and ‘house -> terminal’. “If we move the system here, all these people would have to find a way to go from their houses to the terminal, adding time and fatigue to the commute. Especially to those carrying wares, goods and tools with them. We'd need to address that.”

She finished writing down all points on the paper, before setting the pen aside. Then, she leaned back where she sat, meeting the scientist's gaze. “Your plan might be the most efficient time-wise, but it wouldn't be solving the problem. I'd suggest building the new system near that district, even if that means sacrificing some of its efficiency. The problem was not simply shortening travel time between Topside and the Undercity, but rather bringing more quality to the existing commute.”

She sighed at the memory, a little twinge of longing constricting her chest. She quickly shook it off, this wasn't the time for sentimentality. Her gaze lingered on the schematics a bit, before turning to the Herald with newfound resolution. If the goal was to aid the people of Zaun, then the magic in her marbled arm was not the only tool at her disposal. She needed to address his methods as an academic peer.

When Wenn left the Workshop, she pounced without hesitation.

“He's gonna be back here in need of maintenance in a couple of days,” she spat, looking down at the schematics.

The Herald stopped in his tracks. She felt the glow of his eyes on her, but didn’t turn to him. “How would you know that?”

“Didn't you hear? He's a courier,” she retorted. “The exertion of his line of work is bound to damage the structure of the prosthesis. Rather quickly even, I'd wager.”

The Herald didn't respond right away. Instead, he slowly made his way to her side. His focus on the schematics in front of her.

“In the assessments, are you taking into consideration the lives of who you help?”

“I don't pry much outside of the measurements,” he stated calmly, almost in a whisper. “I see what you are suggesting, but working with a template is far more efficient than tailoring each piece individually.”

“I don't disagree with that on a theoretical level, but do we have data on returning patients? Those with need for maintenance or replacement altogether?”

The Herald paused. “No.”

She finally turned to him, arching an eyebrow. “Then we don't know at what rate we're helping new people compared to returning ones,” she concluded. “Nor do we have data regarding what caused certain types of damage in returning patient's prosthesis, I presume?”

Another beat. “Correct.”

The silence lingered between them. She kept her eyes on him expectantly. With the mask, it was impossible to read him. 

“I was focused solemnly in helping the largest number of people in the most efficient way possible,” he stated finally. “I failed to acknowledge those points.”

Although spoken in a dull, flattened manner, his words spoke of regret. She could almost hear Viktor instead of the Herald. Her hand reached for the metal on his shoulder on instinct.

“You were doing what you thought best,” her words were soft. “Besides, it doesn't matter how big that brain of yours is. You're still a single person who tasked himself with this gargantuar endeavor of helping the people of Zaun. Something was bound to slip past you.”

He finally faced her and she thanked the gods for his mask. She'd unravel where she stood if she was to meet his face bare at this proximity. She quickly cleared her throat.

“I was thinking we could pinpoint the most prominent use cases and expand our line of templates,” she proposed. “That way we avoid having to tailor each prosthesis we make from scratch while also addressing the issue at hand. It's not perfect, but I believe it's a good improvement. I might not have the documents here, but I have some information of the average Zaunite jobs and occupation as well as geological differences from when I worked at the UDS.”

“Perhaps I've… forgotten the benefits of intellectual collaboration,” the Herald contemplated. “That is a truly elegant solution.”

“Glad I could help, I'll jot down the information I can recall and I'll get you the notes later,” she responded, taking a step back. “I'll go get some water before the afternoon patients start rolling in.”

In truth, she needed some breather from the whole interaction. The Herald was dangerously close to becoming Viktor and she couldn't allow herself to spiral. She was at the foot of the staircase when the Herald spoke again.

“I was hoping you would join me later tonight so we can design the new templates,” he proposed. “Work together, as we once did.”

She froze in place, her back turned to him. Her marbled arm pulsated with warmth with the rhythm of her heartbeat. The interval between them getting shorter as his words registered. She was already pushing her limits by taking the morning assessments with him, - doubling the amount of time she spent in his presence - and that alone was already taking its toll. Working with him at night would triple it. She couldn't possibly do it.

“Yeah, I think that's reasonable.”

Her words betrayed her. 

—--

If she was asked to describe at least one of the patients that passed through the workshop that afternoon, she wouldn't be able to do it. She went through the motions absentmindedly, completely engulfed inside her own mind, dreading the last third of the day. 

Why would she agree to his proposal? Was it another facet of the guilt she felt at his betrayal? Was it the sense of duty to the Zaunites in need? Was a product of the self-loathing she harbored throughout all the months she believed he was dead? Was it a combination of all of that?

Or better yet, was it a foolish hope of rekindling something between them through intellectually collaborating on a project, like it happened the first time? Even though he is not capable of feeling anymore?

Whatever the reason behind it was, her fate was sealed. 

Despite that, she still took all means necessary to stall her return to the basement. As soon as the last afternoon patient was gone, she excused herself to freshen up. After splashing water on her face more times than necessary, she made a quick detour to the kitchen to brew some coffee. Only then, holding a mug in each hand, did she finally make her way back down.

She found the Herald where she left him - sitting in front of his desk, bathed in the purplish glow of the HexCore. With a long exhale, she made her way towards him.

“Here, unbearably sweet,” she said, placing one of the coffee mugs in front of him. “Just the way you like it.’

The Herald turned to her and her heart sank when golden pupils swimming in dark scleras met her gaze. She had failed to notice his metal mask sitting next to the core on the desk. 

“Thank you, although I’d rather have it black,” Viktor spoke in his own accented voice. “Sugar adds nothing but empty calories.”

This was still the Herald. He was just wearing Viktor's skin. 

She stood rigidly beside him, putting as much distance from him as possible at the current setting. She kept her eyes low, opting to focus on the schematics in front of him instead of his face. But the space between them felt heavy, his very presence pulled her in and pushed her away simultaneously. It made the coffee she sipped go down like sandpaper. This was not going to work.

“You spoke earlier of information on the average jobs and occupations of the denizens of Zaun,” the Herald spoke without looking at her.

“Ah,” She gasped, snapping out of her thoughts. “That's right.” 

Her eyes quickly scanned the desk, spotting a blank piece of paper and dragging it to the space between them. Next, she grabbed a pen, uncapped it, and leaned the tip onto the paper. “Okay, so this is what I remember.”

She started narrating everything she could recollect, annotating it as she went. She scrambled her brain for information, and for each piece recalled, the neural path to the next one unfolded. In her head she could picture the Zaun of another time, when it still was simply known as Piltover's Undercity. The hum of the machinery and pipework vastly drowned out by the cacophony of everyday life. The thick air laced with the smells of the fishery, combined with the fumes of the factories and the sickly-sweet aroma of chemicals. The brief amounts of sunlight hitting the underground at noon when the sun was at its zenith, passing through like an eclipse. The neon artificial lights flooding the streets for the remainder of the day. 

Each new canvas her mind painted brought forth a description of how the citizens lived, how each human was a product of their environment. And how they molded it and were molded by it. 

It was chaos. Flawed. In dire need of quality for its resident’s life. But oh, so beautiful.

“I have forgotten how elucidative you could be when explaining your craft,” the Herald's voice brought her back to reality. The dim light of the Workshop felt more oppressive as her surroundings came back into focus. 

“I uh- Thank you,” she responded sheepishly. 

“I am serious. My mind is already brimming with a handful of design solutions from your explanation alone,” he continued. “Although I believe it is rather late and I’d like to let those ideas simmer down as I sleep.”

“Late?” She glanced at the wall clock and silently gasped. No less than three hours had passed since she began her lecture. Any semblance of the worries from before, gone. 

Maybe this could work after all.

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part 2 — part 1 here part 3 here

warnings: slight cursing, toxic relationship

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chris 🚫

hey

your phone illuminated with a text sent by the one person part of you unfortunately still loved and part of you actually despised.

you didn’t bother to answer, even though you really wanted to. you couldn’t be pulled back into the same cycle once again. it’s happened one too many times so you knew his scheme all too well.

this was the thing with chris. you’d catch him cheating, you put on a strong act for a while, then he texts, and you get roped in once again. he knew you too well. he knew how to get you back. but maybe not this time.

you laid flat on your stomach, attempting to get some sleep, before you heard a knock on your door. you groaned while laying there for a moment, hoping whoever it was would go away.

the knocks only got louder and more obnoxious. you swung your legs off the side of your bed and made your way to the front door. you unlocked it to reveal your other best friend.

nick.

“what are you doing here?”

“well hello to you too.” nick said while making his way inside. you watched as he kicked his shoes off, then your eyes traveled to the huge duffel bag he was carrying. slightly amused you crossed your arms against your chest.

“nick what are you doing here?”

nick huffed before dropping his duffel bag on the floor. “my two brothers are being fucking idiots as always,” he started before making his way to the kitchen, you followed to hear the rest of his rant. “so me, being the smart person that i am, thought ‘why not just have a sleepover with my best friend?’”

he opened one of your cabinets and pulled out a bag of chips. “hence, why ive graced you with my presence.” you could only laugh at nick, knowing full and well his brothers had to be really pissing him off for him to uber all the way here.

“better for me, i couldn’t sleep anyways.” you said while making your way towards him, to also stuff your face with sole chips.

“great, ‘cus i wanna watch a dance moms marathon.”

-

you and nick spent the whole night watching shows, making tiktoks, and eating a lot of snacks. in the end you both ended up crashing on your bed, completely exhausted.

now the sun was shining through your curtains. causing you to awake from your slumber. nick on the other hand was still knocked out so you decided not to disturb him.

you were busy doing your skin care when you heard what sounded like nick waking up from his sleep.

“y/n, i think im gonna make matt pick me up,” nick paused for a moment before yelling again. “we have a video to film.”

“okay, ill be out in a sec!” you yelled back. quickly washing your cleanser off. you made your way out of your bathroom and went to the kitchen where you found nick.

“want me to make breakfast?” you asked while looking through your fridge, looking for something to make.

“sure, but im gonna go shower.” nick rose from his seat on the kitchen island then treaded towards the bathroom.

you decided on just making acai bowls for the both of you. while chopping up some bananas you heard a knock on the door, you figured it was matt so you wiped your hands and made your way to the entrance.

cracking the door open slightly you could see matt’s figure. “hey, matt.” you smiled upon seeing your other friend. “hey y/n, is nick ready?”

you shook your head as you could hear the shower still running. “nope, he’s still in the shower.” matt sighed while checking his phone for the time.

“why don’t you come in though , i could make you breakfast too.” matt smiled at your offer and walked inside.

suddenly your eyes landed on another figure you did not know was standing there the whole time.

‘you have got to be kidding me.’ you thought. there stood chris, hands fidgeting with his phone. he was the first to speak up.

“hey, what’s up?”

you scoffed, he always did this. pretending like nothing ever happened. “are you fucking kidding me, chris?” you whisper-shouted so matt wouldn’t hear your dispute. you weren’t sure if they knew what was going on, heck you didn’t know if chris even told them you used to date. probably not since chris wanted to keep your situation ‘private.’

chris sighed and ran his hand through his hair. “lets not do this here, y/n”

“do what here?” you and chris’s attention shifted to nick who was standing in front of you two, wondering what all the whispering was about.

“nothing, are you coming in?” you quickly shifted the topic and your attention back to chris, inviting him inside. chris nodded and stepped inside.

the three of you made your way to matt who seated at the kitchen island, eating one of the acai bowls you made. you didn’t mind though, since your appetite was basically gone.

you sat on the opposite end of nick, leaving chris to sit beside matt. you caught up with 2/3 of the boys. chris was in his own world, but his eyes lingered on you whenever you spoke, which made it somewhat difficult for you to remember your train of thought as your eyes met his.

once the boys were finished, nick grabbed his duffle bag and gave you a hug as goodbye. “i’ll see you this weekend?” he asked while making sure to thank you as well. you nodded and waved goodbye to both him and matt.

“i’ll be out in a sec.” chris called out to his brothers, to which they both nodded. this only made you roll your eyes in irritation, seeing as he wasnt letting up.

chris moved forward to where you were standing, wrapping his arms around your waist. you stood there frozen, knowing if you reciprocated his action, you’d be back to being wrapped around his finger.

chris frowned at this and moved back to meet his eyes with yours. “are you really gonna stay mad at me, baby?” his voice just above a whisper as his hand caressed your face.

“i saw you chris. i saw you with that girl, i saw everything.” you said trying to keep your tears at bay, not wanting to crumble in front of him.

chris gently wrapped one arm around you, while bringing one hand to softly push your head down on his shoulder. you couldn’t help it anymore, tears started streaming down your eyes in frustration with both him, and yourself. chris listened to your sniffles and occasionally hiccups as he swayed you side to side.

“m’ sorry, baby.”

“it was a mistake.”

he pressed a kiss on the top of your head, while resting his own there. “i’ll be better for you, okay?” he pushed you back and cupped both sides of your face with his hands.

“i promise.”

you knew this was all bullshit. you knew in a matter of time he would just be with another girl, in another bed. forgetting about you. if you knew all this, then why? why was it hard for you to push him away?

chris smiled as you nodded your head, accepting his apology. he closed the gap between you two, gently planting his lips onto yours, bringing you closer with each movement of his lips.

that was when you knew,

how foolish you were.

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A/N: sorry guys, i thought i’d be done with this earlier today but i was super busy today. hope you enjoyed this part. part 3 soon, not a set date yet tho!

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Summary: You don’t know how you got to the point where Jace was just… living there with you… you liked it though

Warnings:  Cursing, cheating, adultery, talks about body shaming, therapy, misogynistic undertones (“man of the house” and whatnot), Harwin is not a good person on this… and Jace isn’t either, implied tampering with birth control, spy cameras, a bit creepiness, alcohol consumption, reader is a bit drunk in some parts, masturbation, fingering, inappropriate relationship, smut, oral sex (m receiving)

Wordcount: 4.9k

Notes: OH MY! things are heating up, I really don’t want to drag this along hehe, I want to just get to the good part

He knew that he had to bid his time, that he needed to draw you in, but as he sneaked a peek at you, he got so tempted…

He had picked a movie called “the boy next door”, in which a separated woman who is going through a divorce, moves to a small town where she starts an affair… with the 20 year old boy next door. You looked away at the very hot sex scene between them

The mom was interpreted by a famous actress, a singer, a hot, mature one.

You were acting so coy, looking away, Jace got painfully hard just by looking at you. You had “made yourself comfortable”, wearing some black cotton leggings that did nothing to hide your delicious thighs and ass. and that sweater too big for you

Now you were curled up on the couch, nursing your beer.

Jace could bet you thought it was hot, that’s why you were so embarrassed, the best part is that he was older than the guy in the movie, and you were way younger than her…

Jace always thought it was creepy how there was a huge age gap between you and Harwin, and a much lesser one between you and him. 

“You didn’t like the movie?”, he asked, making you jump. You laughed coyly

“It’s good”, you muttered, nodding and taking a sip, “a bit kinky Jace”

“Oh right”, he mocked, you were twenty nine, a week shy of turning thirty, you were not an old woman, you were barely getting started 

Why couldn’t you see that?”

He put on his best puppy dog face

“Yeah, it’s awkward”, he muttered, turning towards you, “can I ask you a question?”, he asked, when the actress was whining about her cheating ex-husband

“Yeah”, you said, smiling encouragingly at him

“What happened between you and Harwin?”, Harwin, not dad, he couldn’t have you connecting those dots tonight 

You took a sip of your second beer

“It’s complicated Jacey”, you said softly

“I’m sure you can work it out”, he said dismissively, he was being risky, but he needed to know, he needed to know by your own words what happened, and then he could exploit it 

“I’m not so sure”, you whispered, taking yet another sip of beer, Jace had you exactly where he wanted you

“Why did you kick him out?”, he asked then

“Jace..”

“What did he do that was so bad?”, he said innocently

“Well. we drew apart last year and… well, he was feeling lonely I guess, I was too occupied with Aerea…”, Jace blood was boiling, he couldn’t believe was he was hearing, you were trying to soften the fact that the bastard had cheated on you, only for him to hear, his son

Gods you were so fucking good

So nice

He couldn’t wait to keep you full of his cock, because if you kept that up, you are never going to refuse him once he starts fucking you 

“He felt lonely?”, he couldn’t keep the ruse up for long, “what does that mean?”

“Jace I really don’t want to speak ill of your father”, you whispered 

“He cheated on you, didn’t he?”, he asked, and to you, he was appearing completely heart broken, like he just learned his hero had done something terrible

Jace should be an actor

“Well…”

“What a cunt!”, he cursed

“Jace, he is your father!”, you chided, “he cheated on me, not you”

“How could he?”, he continued, “how could he cheat on you? you are beautiful, smart, funny, hot as hell”

“Jace!”, you said, embarrassed that he would call you that… hot as hell. what a joke

“Why would he?”, he asked again, “he must be insane!”

“Well Jace, my pregnancy wasn’t easy, and women bodies change when they… get pregnant, and after they give birth”, you whispered, remember sadly how Harwin loved to make the baby, but not as much once she was about to be born or already here, when your body started changing 

“You can’t be serious!”, he snapped, “you are blaming yourself?”

“I shouldn’t have told you”, you said, feeling guilty

“I’m glad you did”, he made his play, he placed a hand on your shoulder, and your raised your gaze again to look at him wide-eyed, “he has never stopped disappointing me, this doesn’t surprise me”, he admitted, “but I’m glad I can be here for you”

“Thank you”, you said, smiling softly, he caressed your arm

“He doesn’t deserve you, or Aerea”, he whispered, “come here”, he was all in, you smiled and happily scooched over to his open arms, to hug him

A seemingly kind, warm gesture

“I’m glad you are here Jacey”, you whispered 

“I’m glad to be here to keep you company”, he said against the top of your head, “you deserve better, a man that cares for you, desires you, takes care of your daughter…”

“Thank you Jacey, and I have to say, you and your brothers will always be welcomed in my home”

. . .

Tonight had gone way better than he expected

Through the camera in your room, Jace could you tossing and turning in your bed, it was still hot outside, you were sleeping in these flimsy cotton shorts, and you accommodated yourself placing the sheet between your thighs, you bend your back, popping out your ass

Fuck

He was already hard

He took out his cock, already weeping, and he started squeezing it and stroking

You were right there

Just two rooms over

He could go, open the door, rip your shorts off your body, and fuck you

He know you’d love it, you were so deprived of physical love and affection

He needed to exploit it

He touched himself at the visual of the two of you, when you hugged him over the couch, he imagined you raised your head then, looking up at him with those doe eyes of yours, he imagined grabbing your jaw and devouring you, kissing you hungrily.

He thought about pushing down on your back and him jumping over you, ready to eat you whole, ripped off your clothes and go at it right on the living room

He imagined how tight you would feel around him, as he snapped his hips into you over and over, oh! the sounds you could make, he had to cover your mouth with his big hand, to not wake Aerea

As he looked down at your desperate face, when he finally finds that spot inside you, your eyes would roll off to the back of your head, as he’d feel his hand wet with your saliva, your mouth open in desperation against his palm

Those tits of your, finally released from his prison, would be moving to the rhythm of his thrusts 

His big, fat cock in and out of you as he fucked you as deeply as he could go 

But once he started he would stop there, he would release you, taking himself out of you with no warning, making you whine and cling onto him, begging him for more

He knows he had you then

So he would grab you roughly, he wanted to see your ass now, he would turn you around so you’d be in all fours for him, and he would fuck you again, your round ass there in his grasp… your skin jiggling when the thrusted into you

Fuck

It was embarrassing to admit how fast he cummed, knowing you were just a few feet away from him

. . .

Soon another week ran past, Jace was coming and going from your house to his, now he couldn’t point blankly stay in your place, he had to return to his own home

But he came back… regularly

It was true, at least, the business part. He had invested most of his savings on this enterprise with his friend Cregan Stark, but it was just so perfect to use it for his own benefit

Apparently your interview had also played out, because now you were working, Aerea was in daycare, and Jace was currently on a videochat with his friend and business partner

“Well Jace, normally I would be against my best friend baby trapping some woman but phweet”, he whistled, “she is delicious”

“Isn’t she?”, he purred, he felt so proud of himself, he had sent his friend pictures, boasting about you like you were already his, and you somehow were, in his mind, “She is so fucking naive, and sweet, gods!”

Cregan laughed through the computer 

“Damn, and how do you plan on getting her though”

“Well, the devil’s in the details, I already have access to her place, her daughter…”

“You half sister”, mocked Cregan

“Already calls me dada, and adores me, I’ve already made myself indispensable at her home”, he continued, “she is totally dependant on me to do all the “toughest” things around the house” 

“Good good”, he purred, “so after it is all done.. what are you going to do?”

“Well, our company is going to be up there isn’t it?”

“You plan on moving her here?”

“When we start our relationship…”

“When you knock her up you mean..”

“I don't think she would want to stay here near all the people that know us so…”

“Good”, his friend seemed pleased

He heard you coming in the house then, and Jace got jumpy

“She is here, gotta go..”, he whispered

“Well Jace, good meeting, I’ll send you the details of the first shipment”

“And I will have those sheets for later…”, he said, continuing their conversation from before 

“Great”, you waved at him from behind the counter, and he smiled back, Aerea came rushing in

“DADDY!”, She greeted, and Jace couldn’t be happier, he grabbed her and showed her to Cregan through the camera

“Hi”, greeted Aerea

“And who’s that?”, teased Cregan, “Hello sweetie, she is a sweet little thing, looks like you Jace!”, he said loudly, winking at his friend, Cregan chuckled as you looked surprised

“Doesn’t she?”, he teased

The call was ended short after, and you looked a bit conflicted, Jace could tell 

You didn’t like the fact that Aerea called Jace “daddy”, it wasn’t healthy, your child needed to know, to remember her father, or else she was going to get all confused 

Luckily, Harwin had agreed to take her, the weeks he had his kids, so he could get help from Jace and Luke, and it was easier on him…

Perhaps he wanted some weeks off to see her… or others

Not that you’d care

You start putting some things you bought after work around, and you smiled fakely at Jace as he approached

“Need help with something?”, he asked, he had noticed you ahd bought a couple of bottles of wine, you were going to have the first week to yourself since… forever and a hot bubbly bath with a cup of whine and some strawberries with chocolate sounds like the remedy to all your problems

“It’s fine Jace”, you said softly, “Harwin is picking you both any minute now”, you made him remember 

He looked somewhat disappointed

“Right, this is his first week with Aerea, right?”

“Right”, you smiled

“Actually, I have a bunch of work to do, do you mind if I stay the night again?”, he asked

He was risking it, he thought

You could use some time alone, you thought yourself

But those big eyes of him, made you smile

You had all week

“Sure”, you said, faking another smile, he smiled back at you sincerely.

He didn’t like that fake smile on your face

He could tell he had overplayed it

“I’m gonna keep working…”

“Sure”, you said, you then turned to Aerea, “Let’s get you packed sweety, wanna go to papa?”

The little girl’s face lit up

“PAPA!”, she exclaimed, reaching for you, as you were going to take her to him

“Let’s go darling”, you whispered sweetly 

You felt Jace’s gaze as you walked down the hallway

He growled, frustrating, and he realized he had to change his strategy

He sat back in front of the computer and he finished his work, it didn't take him more than twenty minutes 

When you appeared back, you had a large bag in your hands, and Jace changed his plan right then, he put wavy his computer and gave you a smile

“Turns out I didn't have much work as I thought”, he said, “I’m done, and I should go to my dad’s”, you smiled then sincerely

“That is great,I know that I shouldn’t had said what i said, he is still your father and he loves you and cares for you deeply”, he smiled and nodded

You heard a honk outside

“There’s papa!”, Aerea applauded

Harwin might be a shitty husband, but he was not a shitty dad, Jace had to admit, replacing him was not going to be as easy as he thought

You were nervous as you led your little girl outside, it was going to be the first time you saw Harwin since you split

He walked to the door with a soft smile

“Hey darling”, he said, looking straight at you, and then he turned to Aerea, who jumped into his arms

“Hey”

Jace thought he was going to be happy to witness this debacle, but it wasn’t weird or angry, you were actually smiling tenderly at the fucker

“Jace, you are here”, muttered Harwinm, surprised, “thanks for keeping my girls company”

That was a low blow for everyone there

You stomach sank, but Jace got so angry

He didn’t deserve calling you his 

“We should go”, muttered Jace, grabbing Aerea, and you thanked him for it, to distract her, or else she was going to start crying when she realizes you are not going

You waved him goodbye as they got in the car and drove away

You loved your daughter with all your heart, but Gods if you needed a break from all of this

You had bought like a ton of chocolate, wine, strawberries, your favorite pasta dish, you even went as far as to go to the grocery store and buy yourself those “spa” bundles, that include a candle, a very bubbly soap, a nice soft loofah, and body cream for later

So you did exactly that

You got comfortable, got rid of your clothes, until you were in your underwear (a lacey little thing you had bought to entice Harwin), and you put a soft robe on top, just to cover your modesty. 

You cooked your pasta, with your favorite sauce, you poured some wine in your cup, as you watched from the kitchen your favorite show. And when it was ready.

You ate it with pleasure, congratulated yourself because it was as good as you wanted it, so delicious, very creamy. 

You poured more wine

then you watched some more twenty minutes episodes of your favorite soap opera and THEN… you melted the chocolate, cutted some strawberries, and with a bottle and cup in hand, you went to treat yourself to the bathroom

You filled the tub, you put in the entirety of that bubble bath and you sipped your wine happily until it was full, then you undressed, dropping pieces of clothing anywhere.

Despite what happened with Harwin in the last years, today, you were feeling particularly sexy, perhaps you were ovulating or something.

You undressed like the sexiest man alive was there, watching your every move, and then, you got into the tub, moaning to express the wonderful time you were having, the hot water instantly relaxing your tired body 

Oh shit you forgot the music

No matter.

The warm up for the tub had been so nice that, now you were horny, very horny. 

Your “sexy man” was watching, so you decided to give him a show, you dipped your finger in the chocolate and brought it to your mouth

Immediately the delicious taste invaded you

Your other hand went to one of your breasts, your nipples already hard. Oh fuck you were going to enjoy this

It had been a while since you felt like this… 

Since your baby-making months…

You placed a chocolate covered strawberry in your mouth, and moaned at the taste, and at the feeling of your fingers pinching your nipple softly

You were so horny, your hand traveled down the waters over your belly and you were ready to really treat yourself 

And then, just about when thing were starting to get truly fucking good

You felt the front door opening loudly. You heard a familiar voice calling your name

SHIT! JACE!

You gasped, as it was just down the hall, and the door to the bathroom was wide open, and your underwear was in the hallway, and by the soft candlelights coming from the bathroom…

“WAIT!”, you pleaded, “I’m in the bathroom!”

“I’m sorry!”, he lamented, you heard him getting closer

“Jace, don’t come in please”, you whined, your hand until over your pubis, gods, this was going to be so good.

And yet…

The need didn’t go away being almost being caught

“You good?”, asked Jace, just by the door

“Too good Jacey”, you said, not being able to hide how disappointed you were

“I’m sorry I interrupted you”, he sounded entertained, he had clearly saw your underwear there

“Did something happen?”, you asked

“Harwin and I had a huge fight, I’m so sorry I… should have called you, or gone home, but… the only place I deemed safe is… well… here”

You sighed, loudly

“Jace you caught me in a bad time”, you admitted

Oh he knew exactly what you were doing, and he timed it just perfectly

As you looked at the space of the open door, your breathing quickened

Jace was right there

And that didn't turn you off, it did the opposite

You almost got caught masturbating on the bath by the hottest twenty one year old you had ever seen 

But you shouldn’t, you whined to yourself

And as you looked down at the empty bottle of wine… at everything set up for your pleasure…

But you wanted the real thing

So so badly

You didn't realize though, that your “mental” whine, sounded for a real, a moan that got Jace’s blood rushing to his cock, and that made him take a single step, to watch you -in real life and not on his cellphone-, in that tub

You were looking at him wide eyed, as he had your panties on his fist, the ones from the hallway

“Jace?”, you called, you look like a deer in headlights, you didn’t hide, you didn't shrieked and demanded him to leave 

You just looked at him, with desire on those beautiful eyes of yours. 

Jace growled at the sight of your soapy breasts, peaking over the water, of if he could just take a picture of this moment

You had never been so beautiful

The whole scene looked like a renaissance painting

He grabbed his phone, he couldn’t resist, and snapped a picture

You didn’t even flinched, you even moaned one more time, your chest sticking out 

“You look so fucking gorgeous”, he admired, not being able to act any longer, this was it, it came sooner than expected, but anticipated nonetheless 

“Jace”, you called, but it wasn't accusatory, it was indeed, a call

He walked until he kneeled by the side of the tub

“When I said I was going to help you with whatever you needed, I mean… anything”, he teased with a wide smile.

You rubbed your tights together shamelessly, not trying to hide it, and Jace smirked darkly 

HIs hand disappeared under the water, down your leg and then

You moaned wantonly, like a common whore when a single finger grazed your folds

One touch, and you spread your legs wantonly

How long has it been?

Way too fucking long

“We shouldn’t”, you managed to muster, even though you spread your legs wider like a whore, he only laughed, not believing it for a second

“We shouldn’t… we fucking have to”

He was your stepson

Fuck

You forgot about it pretty quickly when he latched his lips to your, devouring you, taking your breath with only one lock of lips

He fucked you with two fingers, first softly, until you moaned and turned in the tub, asking for more, begging for it.

“You like it when your stepson fingerfucks you?”, he teased

“Yes!”, you admitted, because to you, this was only a dream, this couldn’t be happening, not really.

“Aren’t you a dirty little whore, uh?”, he kept teasing, “fucking men more than a decade older than you, you should be with someone who can keep up with you”

“Someone like you?”, you whined

“Fuck yeah like me”, he said, twisting his fingers until he found what he was looking for, then your eyes did traveled to the back of your head, just like he imagined it

And when you were about to cum…

He released you

“Mmmm why?”, you whined, tears in your eyes

“Because you had been such a tease”, he growled, you are going to beg me to fuck you”, you moaned, “I’ll be waiting for you in your room”, he whispered dangerously, and left the bathroom

Now you could put a stop to this right now, or you could get into your room and get your back blown out just like you needed it

The decision was pretty easy to make

You got out of the tub, dried yourself slowly, not daring to even touch your pussy, then you put on your rob, you could see Jace from the bathroom, he was sitting on the edge of the bed, looking at you with a smirk on his lips

Where was the sweet boy you had met the past few weeks?

Nowhere to be found

And that made it even more easy to do

You walked slowly, teasingly, your eyes on him, his eyes on you

You didn’t even cared to think about the consequences of this actions

You didn’t care

A primal need had taken a hold in your body, and you they were going to get sated

This was the culmination of years of sexual neglect… you didn't even dare to think about how wrong this was…

“Jacey”, you moaned, testing the opening of the robe, “are you sure?”, you knew your body wasn’t perfect, and yet, you had him here, looking at you like that, eating you with his eyes darkened like those of a hunter about to pounce

This wasn’t happening…

So it didn’t matter

It was all a dream

It had to be

it was definitely not the pills jace had replaced your birth control with

It was not the wine

It was a dream

“I can’t take it any longer”, he muttered, grabbing you by the fabric, ripping your robe from your body, grabbing your hips and drawing you to him, until you straddled him on the bed

You felt his… thick cock right under your pussy, and you moaned, wanted to feel it for real

“Oh yeah, rub yourself on me, you needy little thing”, he whined, he was so fucking sexy, as he looked up to you with those dark eyes, and chiseled like features 

He was wearing soft gray cotton pants, that did nothing to hide his monster cock

“Please Jacey”, you whined

“What?”, he teased, “you have been a really bad girl, you know? flaunting all of this in front of me, not even giving me a taste…”, his eyes trailed your naked body over him, his greedy hands grabbing and squishing everything he could get his hands on

You rubbed yourself on him shamesly, needily 

“I need you”, you whined

“Oh I know you do”, he growled.

You decided to take matters into your own hands. you separated from him a bit, just enough so you could grab the hem of his pants and lower them, releasing his…

Oh fuck

So you weren’t lying to yourself, it was big and thick, and already so hard, and leaking

All for you

“Mmmm”, you moaned, in anticipation, as you took it with both your hands, it felt so heavy, you couldn’t even wrap your hands around it

“Use it”, demanded Jace, you started rubbing him, pumping him, making sure to use his own precum to lubricate him.

“So big”, you barely recognize yourself, you didn't know what was happening, you wanted him so badly it hurted you

“Is all yours baby”, he whined 

If it was yours, you were going to do as you wanted, you dropped to your knees between his thick thighs, as Jace looked down at you with devotion

Only two of his fingers and he had you on your knees for him

He couldn’t even wait to see what was going to happen after he fucked you

He moaned, dropping his head back when you gave him a kitten lick at his tip

“Fuck”, there was no way you could fit it all in your mouth, so you used both hand to massage him as you took care of his tip, “yes just like that”

You moaned approvingly, trying to get as much as you could, but it wasn’t much

“You like sucking cock don’t you?”, he asked, his voice thick

“Yes”, you released him, only to answer, and then you took him in your mouth again, sucking his tip

“Shit!”, he cursed

He knew you were going to be… open… for it, but he never expected this, it was better than anything he could have imagined 

You wanted to please him, and he didn't rush you, yet, you tried to take more and more each time your head bobbed up and down

Not even half

But Jace stopped you

“I need you”, he demanded, he stood up and helped you up too, you undressed him at his request, taking his hoodie, shirt, and getting rid of his pants until he kicked them off of his feet

He looked down at you, until he grabbed you, drawing you to him

Your naked bodies collided as your lips with his

He was hungry for you, his tongue immediately asking permission to enter and you gladly granted it

It was dirty, wrong, and you fucking love it

This is a dream

This is a dream

You were a tangle of limbs, as you fell to the bed, but you wanted to resume where you left, so you make sure he accommodate himself on the bed 

Your marital bed

His cock rested over his stomach, as you accommodate yourself over him

“Take it slow darling”, he whined, you grabbed his cock still wet with your saliva.

Oh he so wanted to taste you

But tonight, it was all about you using him

You accommodated yourself over him, lining his thick cock with your entrance, and then, you lowered yourself

You moaned when he entered you, the stench was a bit painful, but you were so wet, it felt incredibly delicious

“Tell me darling”, he said, looking up at you, his hand grabbing your hips, squishing the skin, “who is this making you feel so good?

“Mmmm Jace”, you whined, taking another inch inside of you, you moved your hips in circles, easing him into you, it felt so good, to feel him rub against your insides, he was filling you so good.

“Who?”, he demanded

“Jace!”, you cried out, when he retrieved himself, to punish you for something

“Who’s this cock that your are fucking yourself with?”, he asked then

“Yours!”, he slammed down, making you take all of him in one movements, “AH fuck!”, you cursed, “So full”

“This is nothing”, he teased, “I want to see you full of my cum”

Gods those words enticed you to keep moving your hips, fucking yourself on him, until you found the angle you needed, for him to bully your special spot

“It feels so good”, he whined, “your pussy is so fucking tight”

“Your cock is so big”, you babbled, now going up and down

“I know, and it's all yours”

“All mine?”, you asked

“Yes, is this pussy mine?”, he asked, easing your clit with his thumb, making you shriek 

“Yes!”, you screamed

“You sure?”, he teased

“Mhmh”, you moaned

“Good girl, as long as it is only mine, you can have this all you want”, you started going back and forth with your hips, making Jacaerys draw his head back… but he couldn’t come just yet, he grabbed you, and with a shriek and a single smooth movement, now he had you under him

“Enough, now we are making thing my way”, he growled

And he started thrusting so hard into you, the bed started creaking dangerously under you, the board slamming against the wall

“Ah”, you whined, your pussy tightening so hard, squeezing him, jace had to work hard not to cum tight then and there

“Take it”

He couldn’t believe this was happening, this must be a dream…

You cummed, hard, didn’t even try not to, it was too much…

And Jace cummed right after, filling you with his cum

You didn't even think about the consequences, there was not going to be any…

This was just a dream…

He took himself off of you, and immediately you felt his seed dripping out of you.

He chuckled darkly, with one of his fingers, he collected it and pushed back inside you, with your moan resounding all over your room

“You are mine now”, he demanded

Sleep was taking you, you were exhausted…

And Jace only hoped this was enough to breed you, not like he didn’t want to have you more times… 

But the sooner the better…

Right?

I'm going to be honest, I was going to cut it right before the smut, and then I thought, I couldn't do that to you all

muahaha

She folded pretty quickly but I mean, who wouldn't?

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[lixiesbrowniess]

hi lixie!! 💗 i have a request, a one shot with neteyam x omatikaya! reader smut where other na’vi men are trying to court reader and neteyam gets jealous and he shows the reader only he can please them

Oneshot: The Forest Singer

Neteyam x fem!omaticaya!reader

Words count:

Warnings: nsfw, p in v, aged up characters 18+, gentle sex, Dom/Sub dynamic, penetration, horny stuff, cursing, jealousy sex, sexual attraction, sexual tension, [In this oneshot the Sully never had to leave the Omaticaya people]

Aged up to 22 (reader is 24)

Na'vi vocabulary: Skxawng: moron, Mawey: calm down, Tìyawn: love, Tsaheylu: act of connecting na'vi braids

Plot: You're Tsu'tey's only daughter, your mother was in poor health and she died when you were two years old. After your dad died Ninat decided to adopted you and taught you her singing. You are friend with the Sullys and you are two years older than their first child.

Synopsis: Neteyam has a crush on y/n since he was 17. Now he's 22 and you are 24 the right age to find a mate a lot of men desired you and they started to court you. But someone in the shadows si very jealous about you.

A/N: YES I KNOW IT'S BEEN A WHOLE LIFE. BUT HERE I HAVE SOME FOOOD!!!! Hope you'll like it i finally have some will to write. No promises but ill keep up. @le3n4a-23 helped me with the plot <33

Follow the don't like don't read rule please - minors DNI

The forests sound awere fascinating at dusk, plenty of atokirina' were fluttering around you. You sang for them, sitting in the dark on a tree as you pondered over the fact you were at age to find a mate, still you weren't interested in any of the suitors you had. Singing always helped with her thoughts, and the forest melody accompanied you through it.

She heard a sudden crackling on the tree behind her. She stopped singing and got up. "Who's there?" Your ears flattened nose scrunching. Your eyes softened while you reconized the silhouette when he got up.

"Neteyam... you kinda scared me, you know. " You chuckled slightly and came down from the tree waiting before Neteyam came down too.

"What's wrong? You seem a bit off" you murmurs, tilting your head to the side, searching for his gaze. On the other side, Neteyam was looking directly at the ground with an annoyed-like glance, a purple blush all over his defined cheeks. Yeah, he's totally a grown-up now, you thought. He was towering over you completely filling the 2 year gap that separated them.

"Y/n. I need to tell you something..." he stopped, biting his lower lip lightly, you aimed at him waiting for the end of the sentence, but instead you were surprised as he bent down to your height, his eyes meeting yours, he stayed there for a moment before sealing your lips with an hungry kiss.

You were astonished for a minute before you eventually gave in, even tho you weren't expecting Neteyam to actually propose himself as your mate. At least thay seemed what he was doing... right?

He pushed you against the tree behind you, as his lips explore your neck and ears, his pointed teeth grazing lightly over your sensitive ears, you exhaled shivers running down your spine. "They don't deserve you Y/n, only I can properly satisfy you" he murmurs against your neck before biting down gently, his voice low but a but trembly. A note of jealousy could be sensed.

You lightly smiled before your hands were onto his face, cupping his cheeks, "Tìyawn..." you whisper looking at him in the eyes smiling. You pulled him down kissing his lips once more. Maybe she was wrong. There was in fact someone who struck her fancy.

You held your arms around Neteyam's neck keeping your bodies close, you could sense he was serious about this, his hands onto your back and waist, constantly moving up and down as if he wanted tou touch every inch of your body within seconds.

You caressed his braids causing him to sigh happily. He lift you up letting your legs around his waist, you were surprised once again when he tapped onto your thighs as a signal to let go. Confused you let your legs down from his waist, only to gasp as he lifted you to his face, leaving your legs onto his shoulders and your heat to his face. "Neteyam what.." he shut you up exhaling directly onto your core sending shivers down your spine and legs.

"See? You're mine" he whispers before he dived into your core, his tongue tracing your slit before letting his muscle inside your velvety walls. You moaned at the sudden and intense pleasure, your hands tight to his hair holding for dear life. He moved his tongue, thrusting it inside you and twirling it hitting every right spot that made your legs slightly convulse.

You felt a intense heath approaching fast, but it was tore from you the moment you were about to let go, he pulled you down to his waist, your legs wrapping around it. He licked his lips before kissing you again while he lined his hardened shaft to your entrance, slowly pushing inside you.

You whimper as he sets inch by inch inside you, letting you adjust, looking directly at your face contorted in pleasure. "Neteyam..." you moaned as he was finally fully inside you. He started moving, thrusting his hips back and forth, slowly but deeply, snapping against yours at a moderate rhythm. He groaned as he kept going desperately as the feeling of you making him feel drunk.

He drowned into your sounds, music to his ears, as he kept pushing himself to get deeper. Your hand gripped his queue, pulling it closer. "Tsaheylu..." you murmured as you got closer to your climax. He looked at you, searching for your eyes. "Y/n..." as you looked at him into his eyes and pulled your own queue as the terminal part wriggles, searching for the other.

Neteyam doesn't hesitate, taking his own queue bringing it closer to yours, letting them intertwine, you both let out a soft moan, the pleasure doubles, both your pupil's dilated as you arch your back, your eyes closing, he hits the perfect spot causing you finally reach your high coming undone feeling the profound bond between you two.

He keeps thrusting for a couple of times before erupting inside you, his pleasure felt into your bones thanks to the tsaheylu. "You're mine and mine only, and I won't hesitate to show you again" he lowly growled into your ear "no doubt Ma'Teyam" you answer before kissing him once more and enjoy the light blush on his skin.

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[madame-mortician]

So I finished Silent Hill 2’s remake and saw a theory going around which I agree with and want to talk about.

Spoilers obviously.

So before I say the actual theory itself I have to talk about another “theory.” I put it in quotes because it’s so heavily implied that it’s basically canon. The theory is that Silent Hill 2’s story is a loop, and this is not the first time James has gone through Silent Hill. The idea is that any time James dies or gets one of the bad endings (In Water, Maria and technically Dog) he always ends up back at the start, because he didn’t learn from his mistake and move on. Silent Hill is refusing to give up and forcing him to face the truth, and anytime James chooses the easy way out or refuses to move on entirely the town forces him back. The main evidence of this theory is:

The corpses around the town are all James. Likely from previous loops where he died to random enemies.

Maria getting the same illness as Mary and James saying she better do something about it. This implies she’ll get sick like Mary, and James will kill her again, learning nothing from what just happened.

Most of the writing found on the wall seems to be written by James. Either subconsciously put there by the town or literally left there by a previous James who caught on to the fact he was stuck in a loop.

After completing Silent Hill 2 at least once, and replaying to get the Rebirth ending, the second James sees Maria dressed like Mary he instantly calls her out, even to her surprise. He already knows it’s Maria because that’s what happened last time.

So that was a popular theory of the original game. Now here in the remake it still works. It works even better in fact, for you see that’s where the new theory comes in. The new theory is that the remake is one of the many loops from the original game. It’s very likely this loop is one of the later ones and let me explain some of my evidence:

Maria is dressed completely differently. Her new outfit is sort of the perfect mix of Maria’s old clothes and Mary’s dress. It seems to imply that after being rejected by James before in some of the loops, she’s slowly becoming more and more like Mary to better appeal to him. She even shows off her old outfit, and though James wouldn’t remember it, Maria would and is sort of mocking him by asking if he would’ve preferred she wore it.

Maria’s personality is also different. She’s less rude and sexual here. Yes she is still sexual and pretty manipulative but not to the extent of the original. Why that’s interesting is because she’s actually portrayed much more sympathetically, with even James taking pity on her, even knowing she’s not real. Like what I said about her outfit, it’s almost like she’s softened her personality to be more appealing than she was previously.

I think Pyramid Head is also a big one. In the original game he was way more monstrous and would instantly go for you. Here he seems bored more often than not. The best example is the closet scene. In the original he was assaulting a mannequin before going to James in the closet who shoots him. It clearly doesn’t do much, but Pyramid Head still flails around like he’s hurt. In the remake he isn’t assaulting a mannequin, the monster is already dead and Pyramid Head chucks it, seeming bored waiting for James. When James gets in the closet, he still approaches him and just stares straight at James. When James shoots him, he doesn’t react instantly, he continues staring at him. Only after a few awkward moments does he actually begin to flail around and then leave. How I interpret this is that since Pyramid Head remembers the loops but James doesn’t, Pyramid Head already knows he’s in the closet and goes up to him, and when James shoots him (despite knowing it wouldn’t do anything) Pyramid Head stares at him like “we’re really doing this?” before awkwardly flailing around. He’s not hurt, he’s basically acting. Whenever he appears he will still hunt James, but he really seems bored, which he likely would be since this would be one of the later loops.

There’s also references to the older game, specifically meaning this would be a loop canon to the original. The first one is that one of the corpses has a copy of the original SH2 map on him. This not only confirms that the corpse is James, but also that it’s one of the original James’. Another Easter egg I can think of, is the rooftop scene. In the original game, Pyramid Head pushed James through a fence and he fell off the roof, despite landing indoors? Here in the remake, Pyramid Head shoves him through the floor instead (which also adds to my point earlier about the newer Pyramid Head seeming more impatient than originally.) Why this is interesting is because you can still find the area of the fence James was originally pushed through, and it’s broken. This implies James was still pushed through it, yet we clearly see he wasn’t, he was shoved through the floor. This means that James was still pushed through the fence in previous loops, just like in the original game.

Eddie mentions killing James before, and him returning. To be fair here, he probably means the James corpses everywhere and isn’t referring to the original boss fight but it still implies a loop.

During the endings, whenever James speaks with Maria he is more sympathetic and understanding of her. He’s quicker to realise it’s not Mary, and he tries his nicest to reason with Maria unlike in the original where he kinda just said she wasn’t Mary and was mad she tricked him. The way I view this is that after being through so many loops, he’s gotten close to Maria even though she isn’t Mary. He still wouldn’t give up Mary for her, but he understands Maria more and doesn’t want to hurt her. He tries to talk it through, and Maria even considers it briefly but she literally can’t let him go. It goes against her entire purpose and thus she always transforms into a monster.

Another one is a line change I noticed. In the original game after Angela asks if James is keeping the knife for himself James says “I’d never kill myself.” In the remake he doesn’t say anything. This implies that he would and this is likely because James subconsciously knows he would, because he did in the previous loops (In Water.)

Another small detail I noticed is the broken puzzles you can find. Now there’s a lot of broken shit in Silent Hill, but nothing important is ever broken. The entire point of the puzzles is for James to solve them to progress. The town, nor any of its monsters would ever purposefully break a puzzle, and even if they did it would be in a way where James could easily fix it. If the town ever broke a puzzle, and made it impossible for James to progress then there’s no point, so they wouldn’t do that, it defeats the purpose. So who is breaking all these puzzles? I doubt Eddie or Angela would be destroying random puzzles, and Laura likely doesn’t even see any puzzles. So who is it then? Well, I believe these are puzzles broken by previous James’. The puzzles that are destroyed don’t have a purpose anymore, and since they’re broken we can’t really have James solve them to progress, so they’ve been replaced by new ones in the current loop. Perhaps a previous James got mad at one of the puzzles being too hard and broke it. This likely would’ve meant he was softlocked and wasn’t able to progress and either was killed or just eventually died because he couldn’t continue. Whilst now the puzzles are replaced, you can still find the old ones. They aren’t puzzles from the original game, but this still implies a loop.

*UPDATE: A mystery was solved in SH2’s remake that confirms James has been in a loop for 20 years. This confirms the loop theory, and since 20+ years ago was when the original game came out, it also seems to imply that the second theory about the loop being canon to the original game is true too.