#on the one hand there’s no excuse for his negligence and I love seeing him called outand facing the consequences of his actions

[dnpanimationstudioclone]

Warning spoilers.

Don’t get me wrong, as terrible as a dad Martin is, the fact back then he was such a huge support for Calliope and it’s been said things would’ve been just as bad if Martin died, instead of Calliope. I feel like the best way to give him a wake up call Is to make him ask himself ““What would Calliope think?”

https://twitter.com/EpithetErased/status/1395844612783280129

[miguelsslvt]

MOTHERR!!

I have a raging NEED for brat reader. Honestly just tiny things that reader thinks nothing of but miggy (miguel) is actually keeping tabs and when reader gets to a certain number or just does something to piss miggy off you get a punishment 🤭

brat tamer! miguel x bratty! reader smut

word count: 2.17k

TW: spanking, punishment, NSFW, smut under cut, possessiveness (???), use of ‘girl’ and ‘pussy’, y/n is a bratty icon

A/N: can u notice i got a bit carried away? happy kinktober!

Miguel wasn’t a pussy. You knew that for sure. He never backed down on anything, whether that be a bet, or a dare, or a fight, or even his girlfriend.

He knew having a girlfriend like you would be a challenge for him, and to be honest, he liked a challenge. being a man of his age, he didn’t do too well with easy girls. Girls who would do anything for Miguel. That gave him the ice, thinking of a girl willingly doing what Miguel wanted. No. He didn’t want that.

He wanted a girl that could bite back. A girl that could tease, and whine, but make it look good. he realised that when he met you.

You, who would go out of your way just to make a snarky comment towards Miguel, you whine when he puts you on a particular mission with a spider totem you didn’t like. You, who would roll your eyes when he told you to bend over, or when you would scoff and even laugh at him after he told you to behave.

But, at the end of the day, what he loved most, was every time he told you to do something, you would end up doing it at the end. He liked that. Knowing that he was the only one you would actually listen to. He felt powerful, knowing that such a pretty thing like you would always end up falling under his little traps.

That was until today.

it all started in the morning, when you were latching onto him like a koala as he got ready. ‘Don’t go today miggy, can’t we just stay home?~’ you whined, causing Miguel to sigh. ‘We can’t, hermosa. The multiverse is in da-‘ ‘my pussy is in danger!!’ you whined, causing miguel to raise an eyebrow. ‘How can your pussy be in danger?’ He asked, you smirked. ‘negligence.’ You said, as he scoffed. ‘We had sex less then 9 hours ago-‘ ‘that doesn’t matter!! Please miggy~’ he ended up having to drag you off him and took you to work himself that day.

But oh, it didn’t stop there. All day, you would find pets and small excuses to go into Miguel’s office to burden him. First you came in for paperwork, then to give more paperwork, then you came in to remind him lunch was soon, then you came in again to report an anomaly. Miguel knew what you were doing. I mean, you could easily call him or put the paperwork into holographic paper so he could access it easier. He knew you only came in to see him. he was tempted, truly, but he had a job to do.

‘Here again, hermosa? I might have to disconnect Lyla and make you my PA.’ he said, turning around to you, as Lyla appeared, scoffing in an over-dramatic manner. You just chuckled. ‘I could never replace someone as perfect as you Lyla.’ You said, as Lyla smiled, disappearing. ‘What are you doing here again exactly?’ Miguel asked, raising an eyebrow.

‘Well, you’re a smart guy miggy, I’m sure you know I just wanna see you!’ You said, Miguel sighed.

‘Sweetheart, you’ve been nagging me all day.’ He said, as you smirked. ‘I haven’t heard any complaints.’ ‘Well now you are.’ He said, sighing and putting his hands on your cheeks. ‘As much as I love you and your persistence, I can’t today. How about later, hm?’ He tried to compromise, which made you even more frustrated. ‘Later? ..hm. fine. I’ll wait later.’ You said, walking out and shutting the door. i’ll show you later. you thought, smirking and going into the cafeteria for lunch.

By 3pm in Nueva York, it was the prime of lunch in the spider HQ cafeteria. Miguel walked in, off to order something to help his growling belly, when he stopped and noticed you with hobie brown. You were touchy with Hobie, hand on his arm and sometimes even on his leg, giggling and talking away to him. You looked over to Miguel, smirking maliciously as you continued.

He knew what you were doing. You were trying to make him riled up. And it was fucking working. Lyla suddenly appeared beside Miguel. ‘Miguel, your heart rate’s sped up. Are you-‘ ‘I’m fine, Lyla. Help out spider-byte or something.’ He said frustratedly, walking over to you and Hobie.

‘Oh hi sweetheart! You don’t look too good..’ You teased, Miguel smirked bitterly. ‘I’m fine. How’s work?’ He said, as you smiled widely. ‘Oh it’s going great! Me and hobie have been bonding really good!’ You said, smiling. You could see Miguel’s jaw move, signifying his fangs have extended. You knew Miguel well enough to know he was fuming. Lyla appeared again.

‘Sir your heart ra-‘ ‘Lyla leave. Now.’ He said, as Lyla nodded, rolling her AI eyes as she disappeared. Hobie raised an eyebrow. ‘Are you alright mate? You don’t seem a-‘ ‘I’m fine.’ He said, looking at you. ‘I’ll see you at home, yes?’ He asked, eyes narrowing.

You smirked. ‘I dunno, me and hobie were talking about hitting the club toget-‘ ‘the club?’ He cut you off. You smiled ‘innocently’. ‘Mhm!’ you replied, Miguel smirked bitterly. ‘How about we have a nice little ‘chat’ huh honey?’ He said, as you smiled, standing up. ‘Mm no, I don’t think so. how about later, hm?’ you said, quoting what Miguel said before. He raised a brow. ‘You sure you wanna do take road?’ He warned, as you smiled warmly. ‘I’ve gotta go refill my drink. Talk to you later?’ You said, as he sighed, holding your arm lightly, but enough to pull you closer to him, his mouth next to your ear. ‘My office. 5 minutes.’ Was all he said, before walking away. Suddenly, he was hungry for something else.

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As you walked in, you made sure to lock the door. You walked up to Miguel’s platform, his back facing towards you. You looked at his muscles, biting your lower lip as you remember the countless of times you would scratch that perfect back of his, as he made you scream of ecstasy.

‘Lyla, do not disturb until I turn you back on.’ He said, his voice in a low growl. Lyla nodded. ‘Yes captain!’ the AI said, wearing a sailor suit before disappearing.

You took in a deep breath, considering to apologise. fuck no, you thought. You got this far, might as well seal the punishment, right?

‘There a problem, sweetheart?’ You teased, putting your hand on his shoulder, massaging it. ‘You look tense..’ You whispered in his ear, as he took in a deep breath, turning around, looking at you. His eyes were hazy, filled with lust and desire. You tilted your head innocently.

‘Bend over the desk.’ He said in a low growl. You smirked. ‘Or what?’you teased even more. he tilted his head up, not taking his eyes off of you. ‘Don’t make me ask again, pretty girl.’ He said firmly. You just scoffed, doing as he said. You bent down, arching your back. He lifted your skirt up swiftly. ‘Safe word?’ He asked, as you rolled your eyes. ‘red. Now are you gonna be a little bitch and stand there or-‘ you got cut off by a large spank on your ass, as you gasped loudly, your hands holding onto the desk. ‘Count for me, princess.’ He teased, as you bit your lower lip. ‘Fuck y-‘ spank! ‘a-ah okay f-fine!! t-two..’ You said breathlessly, as he smirked. ‘You’re learning.’

spank! ’f-fuck! Three..’ You panted, your ass burning from the sensation of Miguel’s hands hitting it with such force. That’s another thing you love about Miguel. How he could punish you but you could still enjoy it.

’T-twenty!! Please.. p-lease Mig..’ You panted breathlessly. He rubbed your sore ass now, leaning closer to your ear. ‘Have you learned?’ He whispered, as you nodded quickly. ‘I-i’ll be good.. I’ll be so good for you..’ you whispered, as he sighed. ‘ah.. there she is.’ He whispered, his fingers going down towards your slit. ‘Just had to show you who’s boss again, hm?’ He teased, putting in one finger, causing you to gasp, trying to lean your head up, as he pushed it back down with his other hand. ‘Head down, hermosa.’ He said, as you whined a little. ‘You ready for another finger?’ He asked, as you nodded. ‘Y-yes just put it in already..’ You whined, as he smirked, waiting for it.

‘..please.’ you said eventually, as he chuckled, putting another finger in, causing you to hold onto the desk again, gasping in the burning pleasure. ‘Just have to fuck you dumb on my fingers to get you to listen, hm? You like it when you’re full of me?’ He teased, playing with your hair as he leaned to your ear again, placing sloppy kisses on your neck. You nodded. ‘y-yes.. you know I do mig..’ you whispered, as he smirked, going up to your ear once again. ‘Just wait till you’re full of my cock again. You think you can handle it?’ He asked, as you moaned loudly as he pumped his fingers deeper inside you. He smiled softly. ‘Silly question, I know you can handle me. You do it every time like the big girl you are, right?’ He asked, as you moaned breathlessly. He pulled his fingers out of you. ‘That was a question, love.’ He whispered, as you nodded. ‘Y-yes! I-i can take it.. i take it every time, you know I do..!’ you whined, as he smirked, looking at your lust-filled expression on your face.

Your cheeks were flushed, your mouth slightly agape as you panted, your hair messy and eyes half lidded. miguel could feel himself twitch in his pants. He put his two fingers in his mouth, licking them clean as he used his other hand to unbuckle his pants.

‘You ready?’ He whispered to you, as you nodded. ‘words.’ He said, as you looked up at Miguel through your lashes. ‘Just put it in you teasing fucke-‘ you got cut off by a loud moan, as he put his thick tip inside of your pussy. He smirked, watching all the frustration and fight fall out of your face. You bit your lower lip, whimpering. No matter how many times you two fucked, nothing could ever prepare you for the feeling of his cock inside you.

‘Where’s all that brattiness gone, hm?’ He asked, slowly sliding in inside you, letting out a quiet groan. ‘I could’ve sworn you were telling me about hobie brown just a few minutes ago..’ He teased, as you gasped, moaning. ‘H-he could never fill me like you can miggy.. o-only your girl..’ You reassured breathlessly, as he chuckled, leaning closer to your ear. ‘I know baby, I know. Only dumb for my cock, right?’ He cooed, as you nodded before gasping once again as he started pushing in and out. He held your hips in place, as you fell back onto the desk, your back arching into him, causing him to hit all the deep spots inside you. You were a moaning mess, as he watched as his pretty little brat fell apart on his cock. He felt his pride and lust coming out as he held onto her hair lightly. ‘Like it, hermosa? Like being fucked dumb, all you needed was a good dick down to shut up that filthy mouth of yours?’ He teased, as you were practically incoherent. You nodded mindlessly, as he smiled softly, chuckling in your ear. ‘Cant even hear a word I’m saying, can you? Only thinking about how close you are.’ He mocked, as you moaned again, tears spilling from your eyes as his pace sped up.

‘C-close!’ You said a few minutes later, holding onto the desk for dear life as Miguel drilled himself into you. ‘Yeah I know baby, can feel you tightening around me, you wanna cum? Hm?’ He asked, as you nodded. ‘Yes! please.. p-lease I’ll be a good girl.. I-i’ll be your good girl just please..’ You babbled, as Miguel just chuckled, shutting you up by putting his fingers in your mouth. ‘Talking too much, honey.’ He teased, as you moaned through his fingers. He felt your walls clamp around him, signalling your near. He sped up, chasing his own high as well as yours.

Soon enough, you came undone. You moaned loudly, eyes rolled back as you hit your euphoria, your walls spasming around Miguel causing his high to crash too. He grunted deeply, as he continued to thrust his load inside you. you felt his cum deep inside you, as you came back from your high, Miguel panting, giving you one last hard thrust as he finished.

He pulled out slowly, grunting quietly as he moved your jaw to look at him. Your face had that pretty blissed out expression, the one you usually got when you had been fucked dumb. good. Maybe that’ll teach you a lesson next time.

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[mo0nfairy]

I gotta see a part of yandere Leon where reader remembers him as they get through los Iluminados maybe some yandere in action lol (at least only if you want to!)

part 1. part 3. part 4.

tw :: obsessive!leon, yandere!leon, mention of drugs, framing, handcuffs, stalking, trauma, guns, wounds, heights, being locked up.

⸺ ooooooo !!! i've been meaning to make a part 2 of my last ask, but had zero idea where to go from where i ended. i also had played a bit of RE2 before the remake came out recently, so a piece of my brain has been kept up in raccoon city for a little while. i would love to express my thoughts and mesh these two games together !!

let's start with where we left off in los iluminados.

upon having your handcuffs taken off by the stranger who is far too close for comfort, you pace backwards, far away as you can get from this insanity of a man. his attitude abruptly shifts into something softer, a major contrast to the emotional breakdown he had just seconds prior. he realizes you're afraid — afraid of him. and as much as the mere thought destroys him to the point of breaking down again, he shoves a sob back down his throat and keeps his distance, despite how desperately he wishes to close it.

6 years. 6 years. he has been waiting over 2,190 miserable days for this single moment. all the sleepless nights spent searching the world for you; all the hopeless nights spent clinging to pillows, praying by some miracle it will somehow become you. every second of these past 6 years has been spent dreaming of this single moment. and even though your reunion wasn't the teary-eyed, passionate kiss in the rain he had hoped for, you are still here with him nonetheless.

and like hell will he let you slip from his grasp again.

with as much time as his needy self would grant him being physically away from you, he is soon at your side. leon then wraps you in his jacket and you swear you hear a harsh gasp escape from him when his finger accidentally makes contact with the skin of your neck. despite your negligence and more-than-obvious discomfort, you do appreciate the new warm embrace after a week of cold rain and damp clothes. it smells exactly like him, as well.

and with that, he's got a gentle hand hovering over your lower back as he guides you through the depths of this hellhole. and piece by piece, memories that had been buried in your brain begin to disinter themselves.

for example, you got a staring problem bro?? for the entirety of the time you spend with leon in los iluminados, there is literally never a single moment where this mans eyes are not on you. half of the time it is to ensure you are unharmed, but the other half consists of him staring in complete and utter awe. it's kind of hard to focus on surviving when leon is constantly staring into your soul. but it has just been so fucking long since he has been able to see you in all of your glory, so please excuse him for any inappropriate behavior on his end.

also, you knew you have lived in raccoon city for a short period of time before the events of RE2 happened, but like everything else that relates to that damned place, you couldn't remember a thing.

except now. leon's gaze uncovers a memory you have of yourself being held in one of the RPD holding cells. the atrocious scent, the uncomfortable bench, the paint peeling from the walls. you try and scrutinize what on earth you could have been arrested for, but your attempts are merely futile. but unbeknownst to you, your arrest was nothing but bullshit. and to say leon has had a crush on you from the second you moved into RC would be nothing short of the truth. so, by pulling some strings, the rookie had managed to lock you up for what he calls 'bonding time'. he'll place a chair backwards in front of your cell, prop his arms on the backrest and admire you with your full attention finally on him (instead of just stalking you around town).

two things you now remember about this man: he was so adorably baby-faced back then and my god, was he awkward. he still cannot talk for shit and i mean this with my whole heart. his sweet, innocent eyes gaze at you while he tries to play it cool, pulling cards like "yeah, i workout" and "you come here often?". all as if he hadn't personally arrested you for possession of illegal substances he planted himself. (nothing will happen to you, obvi. he just desperately needed a second alone with you to show off how charismatic he can be. or try to be, at least).

and for the short second of seeing him after 6 years, his eyes were just devoid of any life. you had assumed the trauma inflicted from that night had caused such a contrast in his physical appearance, and you would be right to assume that. but the soulless eyes, monotone voice, and lackluster personality was entirely due to your disappearance. days upon days of the lonely, eternal torment destroyed his sanity. however, that illustrious boy you can barely remember seems to have returned with your presence.

another thing you can't believe you had forgotten was how intense his stare is. the way he stares is illegible and sometimes overwhelming. he shivers in his stance, whimpers at your every move, and his mind runs rampant with all sorts of obsessive declarations of love. although it may seem creepy to others and especially yourself, do not fret. he has no ill intent towards you, god he could never! this puppy-dog of a man is simply marveling at your sheer existence.

you are able to retrieve another lost memory when you have to jump from a window and into his arms (for those who say he won't be able to catch you, stfu. have ya'll seen how beefy his arms are??? anyways....). the secret agent you have grown to like during your stay in los iluminados jumps down marvelously (most def showing off his james-bond-esque agilities to you). he now watches from below as you stare at the distance beneath you in trepidation. this distrust you have — he is going to travel to the ends of the universe to fix it. no matter what.

you begin to ponder, he has savagely brutalized all threats in your path and held your hand as if he were holding the world all in the same breath. you should trust him, especially after witnessing the pure display of loyalty he has for you.

"don't be afraid, y/n. i'll catch you, i promise!" there is 10000% a way to walk through the house and down the stairs to get to him, but ofc he's not gonna tell you. why would he willingly throw away the opportunity to be your knight in shining armor?

"you will?" your voice is full of apprehension. his stare on you feels like the same bullets he's forced upon your attackers.

"always."

with that, you rip the bandaid off and jump from the ledge. and leon was most certainly not lying. you land safely in his embrace and he wraps his arms tightly around your form. and to finally have you so close, after so, so long of devastatingly praying he could feel you once more.......... if he had a tail, it would for sure be wagging so fast it would morph into a blur. and the way he holds you is different, as if his gentle nature is reserved for you and you only (which it is. this is literally him in a nutshell).

and when you had instinctively buried your face into his neck upon landing, clinging to him out of fear of hitting the ground, he literally melts. i'm serious, he literally just 🫠🫠🫠🫠. the faint hum of laughter and adoration that escapes his throat breaks you out of your state of shock. you made it safely to the ground without breaking every bone in your body, hooray! (as if there is a single reality in existence where leon would ever allow that to happen, but i digress).

you meet his gaze and there is that all-too familiar stare he gives you. leon's arms holding onto you like a lifeline uncovers a memory you have of yourself being held like this all those years ago. you can't recall exactly where in raccoon city you were, but you can remember how humiliated you were when you tripped over a crack in the pavement and ate shit. there was the fairest of scrapes against your shin, but the mortification hurt far more than any wound. while you dust yourself off and attempt to ignore the burning stares of pedestrians, a shout of your name sparks your attention.

the RPD gear and besotted eyes you're met with could be no other than that baby-faced rookie. you ponder of what he was doing on this side of town. was it a simple coincidence you had run into each other? or perhaps, had he followed you? just when you think you can't feel more embarrassed, leon gets down on one knee and dramatically inspects your wound. and my god, he acts like you were shot or something. he visibly shudders from the sight of your leg; people begin to gather around the commotion. with pure ease, he then scoops you into his arms to bring you to safety. you can feel his heart pound like a machine gun beneath the palm of your hand.

despite the humiliation deprived from this event, you fortunately are free from anything mortifying in los iluminados. however, leon doesn't seem to understand when to take a hint.

"uh... you can put me down now." you come out of your memory to thrash in his grasp and avoid his intense gaze, but your prince charming seems to still be caught in his y/n-filled daze.

after a few long seconds, your comment seems to finally reach his brain. "huh?" his response is faint and you almost don't hear it.

you repeat yourself and begrudgingly, leon then slowly puts you back onto your feet, savoring the last few seconds spent with you in his arms. exactly where you belong. you can only fear how much more suffocating affection you'll have to endure before you can finally remember what happened that night.

i think someone legit needs to slap me across the face and bring me back into reality cause holy shit...... i went WAYY too far with this. my brain is a mess thank u for reading.

i have more thoughts about this........ just incase u were curious........ ;)

[reallyromealone]

Hello again I'm sorry if I'm bothering I just wanted to ask if I could have Bonten's reaction to falling in love with the nanny (Reader) of (Child Name) to see being so kind and careful with (Child Name) different from the other nannies who become arrogant or negligent, the (Reader) is like a mother to (Child Name) of them

(I hope not to bother you or anything like that if you do not want to do no problem I understand and thank you very much for posting a kiss 😘 )

You're not bothering dw

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Bonten had nanny trauma.

Every nanny they had either was one of these categories:

Arrogant about their position

Neglectful to (sons name)

And finally, tried to sleep with one of them.

They have all been...uh dismissed one could say.

Then came (name), a former preschool teacher and daycare attendant who wasn't even meant to be their nanny, (sons name) having somehow gotten separated and ended up being found by (name) and by time they found Bonten, little (sons name) was absolutely obsessed with the man.

Bonten did an aggressively thorough background check on (name), the man was honestly a total saint compared to them.

(Name) wandered the penthouse with little (sons name) in his arms, the two year old tuckered out from playtime and a snack and was dozing off on (name)s shoulder as the man gently rubbed his back as he sung a lullaby to him.

"He's so good with him" Ran commented as they ate their food, (sons name) enjoying his food unaware of the conversation as he had his favorites before him.

Well sort of.

"Excuse me, Mr. Sanzu?" (Name) asked the pink haired man softly, the men having returned from work and (name) having just put (sons name) for a nap "what?" Sanzu said bluntly to the new nanny, still rather hesitant and not trusting of him "I noticed (sons name), struggles with eating veggies and I know of a lot of alternatives to help him get the intake he needs" (name) said pulling out a paper "these are vegetable based foods, like these are fries but they are loaded with vegetables, we used them at the daycare I worked at and kids don't even notice they aren't normal fries"

(Name) showed Sanzu all the alternatives and explaining the health benefits "also I think it would benefit if we didn't prioritize some foods as better foods compared to others, it could help significantly"

This conversation alone was what earned Sanzus trust with the man, (name) genuinely wanting to help and support (sons name) and make sure he had the best and Sanzu could see just how much he cared.

"He sure has a way with children" Mochi said as (sons name) offered him some of his food "you like (name)?" He asked his kid who immediately began bouncing in his high chair "(name)!(name)!" The boy chanted excitedly "we bake cookie tomorrow!"

"Make sure to save us some"

"Ok papa!"

Bonten watched from the cameras how gentle and kind (name) was with their son, having successfully potty trained him and everything.

He was just so wonderful and sweet.

They don't know when they started falling for the nanny or even how but they collectively found themselves not upset with it.

Maybe it was the fact that he cared more about their son then them, showing how caring he is.

Maybe it was the attractive looks and nice voice?

Whatever it was it was working.

Really fucking well.

When they came home, food was prepared for them "sorry for not telling you, (sons name) really wanted to make dinner for you all"

They knew, cameras being all around the house to notify the if anything happened.

It was honestly precious seeing their two year old help cool, (name) letting him do the easy and safe things and Bonten decided that they wanted this every day.

"We brought you a dessert from the bakery" Rans voice was smooth like honey as he handed (name) an incredibly expensive bag of treats, the nanny looking at it almost shocked "oh, you guys didn't have too!" (Name) fretted only to be silenced by Rindō "you take care of our kid and you do it well, just take it"

(Name) nodded softly "is he sleeping?" Koko asked softly and (name) nodded softly "he wanted to be awake to see you guys but was tuckered out from wanting to try yoga, a character in his show did it and he tried but fell asleep like two minutes in"

"Yeah that sounds like him"

"Are you doing anything after this?" Kakucho asked and (name) shook his head "you wanna eat with us?"

"I wouldn't want to intrude"

"You're not" Mikey said bluntly, startling (name) and the nanny realized this might have been the first time he heard Mikey speak, usually be has the others relay things to (name).

"Why not" (name) said with a soft smile, letting himself get led to the dining area as the men tried to learn anything about (name), the poor nanny not even realizing that he's gonna be (sons name)s new step dad in one years time.

[lvrcpid]

past life.

this indicates a flashback. previous || next.

“i see you (y/n)”

it felt as though your heart stopped. the world around you froze as your ears began to ring. you said nothing. you couldn’t, you just stared at the boy in front of you. you felt your hand slipping away from his, your pupils moving from left to right as you fought back tears. ‘i-i’m sorry..’ and with that you left, leaving a heartbroken rotxo in your path.

your mind was racing with a million thoughts all at once on your way back home, drifting off so far that you had tripped over a few sticks on your way. when you arrived home, jake and neytiri were still awake, having just put tuk to sleep. you noticed your mothers ears perk up as she made her way over to you, placing her hands on your shoulders and tilting your head up to scan your face. she noticed the distressed look in your eyes and softly asked ; ‘what is troubling you yawntutsyìp?’ she placed a warm hand on your cheek.

the feeling was unfamiliar to you. foreign almost. you opened your mouth to speak but nothing seemed to be coming out. you couldn’t find the words to say. all of the emotions came bubbling out of you in the form of painful wails and cries, leaning into your mothers touch as she hugged you tightly, jake soon rushing over to join the hug. your parents didn’t say much. they just hugged you. exchanging pained, regretful looks as they looked down to you, their eldest baby.

soon your cries doubled down to soft snores, you had cried yourself to sleep. jake just sighed as he brought you to your bed, ironically just like how he did when you were a child. he smiled fondly as a memory came rushing to him.

‘daddy daddy!’ you ran into your home, neteyam hot on your tracks. you both were carrying flowers that you had picked for your parents. you were about 4 while neteyam was 3. lo’ak being too tiny to come stayed with your mother. you have a toothy grin as you held the flower up to your father. ‘it’s for you!’ jake just smiled and bent down, patting your head and laughing. ‘well won’t you look at this..it’s beautiful my little warrior’. that was one of the last times jake has seen you that happy.

he shook himself from the memory as you stirred in your sleep. he ran a hand across your cheek before sighing, standing up and making his way over to neytiri, laying next to her and instantly holding her. neytiri just let silent tears fall. how could she be so negligent as a mother. in her mind she thought she was doing well as a mother. taking care of all of her children. making sure she was there for them. she was so caught up in trying to be perfect. she forgot her special gift. her first born baby.

neytiri ran a hand across her swollen belly before finishing carving a toy for her baby. who was the baby you may ask? it was you. neytiri was over the moon to find out she would become a mother. thanking and praising the great mother that she was blessed with this opportunity. when you had arrived, neytiri was in love with you. your small hands, your small feet, the way you reached for her in your sleep. everything about you was perfect. and she loved you so much.

the next morning you were up earlier than usual, sitting up and beading a new necklace for yourself. you jumped a tad as you heard lo’ak sit up, darting his eyes towards you. ‘good morning lo’ak’ you said, not taking your eyes from your beads. he was shocked to hear you say those words. he can’t remember the last time he’s heard you say that. ‘good morning..’. he replied, still processing what you said. you turned away from him slightly to grab more beads, your scar prominent in the middle of your chest. lo’ak couldn’t help but feel that guilt wash over him all over again as he began to tear up, sobs erupting from his throat. lo’ak genuinely thought you were behind him and neteyam that day, riding on your ilu back home. but there was no excuse. he should’ve checked. even if he looked back at least once, it would’ve made a difference.

you snapped your neck towards him and furrowed your eyebrows, quickly moving to his side as he took you in a tight embrace. ‘i am sorry..i’m so sorry i left you..i’m so sorry please forgive me..’ lo’ak just cried and cried as he held on tightly to you, afraid you were going to disappear if he let go in even the slightest.

you just blinked down at him as you felt his tears roll down your chest and hit your legs. you said nothing as you placed a hand on his head, leaning into him and hugging him tightly, sighing as you held onto your baby brother.

later on that day you were walking around in the village, neteyam and kiri by your side, the two of them were instructed to go retrieve some spices for dinner tonight and you just silently tagged along, needing some fresh air and sun. your siblings were chatting with you as you gave small comments and additions to the conversation, a small smile across your face. you weren’t looking where you were going and bumped into a tall muscular frame. ‘oh i’m so sorry-‘ ‘(y/n)..’ you recognized that voice. it was tonowari.

you didn’t want to be rude and walk away so you gave a small, forced smile before continuing to walk with your siblings. ‘(y/n) wait..’ the leader called to you. you just nodded your siblings to continue their journey, turning back to face him. you avoided his eyes as he looked at you. ‘(y/n)..how are you at home..you have to understand what ronal and i did was for your own good..’ you were no longer mad at the couple, just a bit hurt still by their betrayal. you just nodded your head before turning and walking away, catching back up to your siblings.

back at home you were sat with tuk, silently doing her hair as she talked your ear off. ‘that’s nice tuk..’ you said quietly as you placed beads in her hair, patting her shoulder to let her know that you were done. she smiled and turned around, hugging you tightly. ‘thank you (y/n)! i love it! i love you!’ you just smiled at your sister and patted her head, not saying the term back. neteyam was in the room and took notice of this, shooting a look to kiri who just looked at you. neteyam couldn’t even remember the last time someone had said they love you.

‘what is the one thing i ask?’ jake stood tall, looking at you , neteyam and lo’ak. you guys were 12, 11 and 10. you three had ventured out into the woods without supervision, even after jake told you guys not to. ‘not to go without permission-‘ ‘not to go out without permission! and what did you guys do!? you went out without permission! (y/n) you almost got your brothers killed!’ you just stood with your head low, ears flat against your skull as your tail tucked between your legs. ‘i expect more out of you..as the oldest you need to take care of your brothers- not try and get them killed. now get outta here..and get that shit off your face’ he said, referring to the war paint on your face. you quickly left the home as you just sighed, kicking a rock near by. your ears perked up as you heard your father bring neteyam and lo’ak into a hug. ‘stay out of trouble you two..i can’t bare to lose you both..i love you guys’. you just bit your lip as tears pricked in your eyes, sitting down and crying into your knees.

many moons have passed since that day you last saw rotxo. you began wondering where he was. had you upset him? did he hate you? you kept yourself up at night thinking about these things. guessing the great mother herself heard your thoughts because now here you were, standing in front of rotxo, toying with your hands as he looked nervous.

‘look about that day..’ you started , avoiding eye contact as he cut you off ‘no it’s okay it’s really okay you don’t have to say it-‘ he was cut off by your lips on his, holding his cheek slightly. you then pulled away and scratched the back of your neck, your face going a dark indigo color as rotxo just stared at you, mouth slightly agape. he then turned away and covered his mouth, as if to keep a scream contained. he then turned back to you, a smile across his face. ‘does this mean..y-you like me too?’

you just smiled at the boy and nodded. ‘i do..but i’m scared..i don’t want to hurt you. you’re a beautiful soul and you don’t deserve any of the baggage i bring-‘ you were cut off by the boy hugging you, smiling slightly and looking down at you. ‘with you there is no baggage..we can take things slow..as long as your allow me to be by your side..i will always wait for you’

‘i love you (y/n)’

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[saphirafoxgirlspost1]

(Halloween Open Rp) in "I Created a Lover"

Long time Ago, in the Small town Called"Middleton"..Saphira has been Living the small town Since she moved from her Home City of Tokyo, Japan...But That very Fatal night Where Saphira was Betrayed by her Now Sorry excuse of an Ex-boyfriend Named "Ronald Stoppable" Whom he betrayed her By Sleeping with her best friend Name "Kimberly Ann Possible" and her Arch Bully name "Bonnie Rockweller"...Now Not Only he Cheated On Saphira with two other women, He Stood her out on many dates, Never Bother to Show up at the hospital Nor checking up on her to see if she's alright, He Never Show love and appreciated after all her Sacrifices she made from Mission after every Mission that she's been going through, and attempt to Steal Saphira's money and Her Family money as well...But before He was giving a second Chance..She lost her 2 unborn twins..until Serena..but sadly Died a stillborn ...She gives Ron an Ultimanium Either He Step up and be a father of saphira's kids...Or leave and force to pay child support..after she caught ron kissing Kim...But on that night after the prom..Saphira Now Knew His true colors..She was Completely Furious at him and she said,,

*Throws Ron, kim, and Bonnie Outside along with Rons stuff and belongings* Saph:"You are no longer welcomed to my house Ronald! After all I've been going through with you and you Never treated me like a queen! instead..you Betray me!..Mark my words Ronald! You'll be hearing from my lawyers and I'll see you in Court after graduations!!" No matter How many times ron Beg saphira Forgiveness, She always refuse and never brought him home...After graduated...the Court finds Ron, Kim, and Bonnie "Guilty" For involving the murder of Saphira's beloved daughter serena, Embezzlement and Negligent as well... Saphira is rewarded 50,000$ compensation each from Them...Ron, Kim, and Bonnies parents was living..but they apoligize on their behalf..but saphira accepted the money as compensation from them.. but those 3 was force to work to pay them back...then Saphira Sits down on the chair all heartbroken and all..until..She sees the movie frankenstine..and she decided to create a man of her life...So She began to find a hot fresh body from the grave yard and brought it into her home...She began to replace a good organs..and even his good dick and replace it with a Bigger one as well..including the balls too...and then..She create a potion to become a hot, obsessive, and compassionate and man with pure passion as well who will treat her right like she deserves...and then..She said to siren, Saphira: "SIREN! Raise the body that the storm has arrived!!" Siren:"Yes Mistress" She raise the body as saphira laughs like a mad Scientist..and then she said, Saph:"Dear Creator of beings! I created this love of my life! I command you to make my creation Live!! live i say! struck my creation and make it Live again!! and Be My love that I deserve!!"

Then the Lightning Struck the body and Siren turn on the switch...and then few minutes later...Siren turn it off and saphira ordered her to lower the body..and then..Saphira began to take a look and remove and saw a hot, handsome long haired man and looked at him and check the pulse...and it was nothing...She sighs softly..until..Saphira saw the hands moving and she said;

Saphira laughs and she said "Rise my darling~ your lover is here...please..speak darling, speak with your Sweet Minds that i gave it to you...a good brain that i gave it to you...so please..tell me darling~~..who's your lover~~?" She asked..and then...He answers with a groan...

[haztory]

sorry for being absent literally always, but i had to get this out of my drafts.

goddess!reader x mortal!bakugou; warnings: blood, mentions of sex, murder, unhappy relationships, unhinged reader and bakugou (tiny bit), not beta’d

(w.c. 2.1k)

Rapacious, your father would call you were he to see you now. Salacious, acting in behavior once thought deterred; The kind that he meant to have stamped out of you in an effort to cultivate you into the pious cog in of his senseless grandeur. His promise of destiny. 

Your father’s lips would be turned in that virtuous frown, eyes narrowed as he sat from his throne in the great pantheon of Gods. Validated by their fealty. The model figure that is woefully negligent as he speaks of the sanctity of commandments that have seen his betrayal one too many times before. Sanctimonious in his rectitude, righteous in his hypocrisy, your father is.

He meant to cage you, raging at your freedom and its significance—angry that you were wild, changing the tides of human wars with the gentlest of smiles and lulling whispers; Rampaging that fellow Gods, his own brothers, were victim to the whims of your games with the mortals; Furious that the power you wielded began to rival that of his own; Murderous that you were too much like him: untamed, greedy, victorious and still, adored. 

You have never known his anger to be long-lasting, especially not in a manner of great meaning when you could falsely promise your way out of it. Batting eyelashes in truce—but, this is beyond punishment for the defiance of a rule. He means to break you. 

A husband. 

One bound to you without your consultation, much less knowledge. Promised in hand and divinity to be half of a whole to this pitiful excuse of God. 

There was hardly an expectation of satisfaction within the marriage on a good day, much less pleasure in the ways that physically mattered; Could such a thing ever truly be expected from a man who only knew how to hammer metal? Up, down, up, down until the glowing steel was forged.

Your husband is a man of great fortitude, who knows and will only know that of the fire he works with. The flames reflected in the dullness of his irises being the only exciting thing about him. He is monotonous within his construction. Routined and boring. 

How could there ever be the expectation of fidelity from you, the Goddess of Love? 

How could you be shackled to the bedside of a man who has never known the strength of the sea from which you are born? How can you love a man who does not know the impact of the tide and draws no desire from its power? How can you be with a man who does not know and adore you as you are? For a millenia, nonetheless! 

You've come to know of this arrangement as a curse; A woeful attempt to tame you from the wild and lustful by forcing you to make acquaintance with the bland and boring. Binding you to the shore, never to make acquaintance with the push and pull of the forceful nature. 

Credit must be paid your way. You had tried. In the depths of shame and sorrow, you tried to do as your brothers and sisters and settle. Gave in and let yourself  believe that love and happiness could be found within routine, eventually. It is your novelty, after all. And yet, it still finds you. This yearning for more, the urge to love and be loved. Your nature still rises from the swaying tide and dares to edge the coast. 

Your father would not approve were he to see you now, watching from your high plane in the heavens to the happenings of the mortal world. Surely, your husband would violently disapprove too, convinced that he has you loyal. 

You shouldn’t fixate; Had promised in low lights and empty words in your husband’s grimy embrace that you have seen the errors of your ways; That you have and will change. For his sake. But he does not know what happens when he is away in his cave of brimstone. 

Your attention is caught. And the object of your fascination is a marvel.

Sculpted from clay himself, you have half a mind to believe that one of your siblings has had a part in his creation. Broad and muscular, sharp and angular in all the places that deem him a man. This mortal has caught your eye since his ascension from boy to man. He is a village soldier. Fiercely protective and eager for a fight, and yet always looking to the heavens. As though there was something there waiting for him, beckoning him closer. You suppose he isn’t wrong, as you peer down to him just as he looks up. 

There have been whispers of his fate amongst the crowds since he was a boy, certainty issued in his great destiny.  No one is more sure of it than he. 

Which may be what finds him in your temple. 

Sanctuaries have never known themselves to be exclusive, but you must admit that it is certainly strange to have a man of his designation pray to the Goddess of Love. Surely he must have found some alignment more towards that of your stoic sister, emboldened by the desire for courage and brawn. And yet he is here, treading the halls in the stillness of night and giving small offerings to each of your priestesses and holding one large offering basket for your statue.

He stands beneath the colonnade, staring pensively at the intricate designs of your image on marble. He speaks only when the room has been cleared, the priestesses giving him the space to pray in solace.

“I hear you.” His timbre is gruff yet smooth. Commanding as it echoes. “You are calling to me.”

You remain still, almost taken aback at his forwardness. The waves of temptation creep at your feet. 

“I intend to find you, whether you show yourself or not.” He speaks again. He looks up, and although you know it improbable, you swear eyes of vermillion have pinpointed your location in the sky. And so, it comes crashing.

It has been so long since you have last appeared before a mortal, and appearing before him transcends all relatability. To see the fixation, your desire, and to have him see you. If he is surprised by your arrival, he doesn’t show it. Eyes strong in their stoic gaze, lips almost curled in a sneer. One would think you were his enemy, but you know such a charge to be false. It’s a charge of electricity, the cooling nighttime air suddenly warming at the meeting of your gaze. 

He is no enemy to you, and you are certainly no stranger to him.

“No one has ever commanded me so directly. How did you know?” You ask. of genuine curiosity.

“I dream of you.” He says the answer so plainly, as though it were a common occurrence. You can’t help but raise a brow. 

“Oh?” 

“I have for years. It was only a matter of time before you showed yourself.”

The chains forged by your husband suddenly feel the lightest that they have ever felt. Metal rattling against each other, pushing and pulling as something brews within you. You wonder what this mortal thinks of you. If he finds you as beautiful as you find him; If the power within him is as strong as you think it is. 

If he is strong enough to cut through steel.

“And what did you dream of?” You ask, taking a step forward. Feeling elation fill you like the swirling breeze as his eyes quickly watch you step forward.

“Tch. Like you don’t know.” His jaw flexes and with it comes the bloom of a subtle blush on his cheeks. “Didn’t you plant the damn things?” 

No, you didn’t. You could certainly look to see what it is he dreamed of, but this is more fun. Finally, finally, you feel the remnants of yourself pulse alive. 

“Have you come to give me a greater purpose?” He asks quickly, in diversion. You let him, too satisfied with the newfound freedom to care much about his attempt at modesty. 

You step closer to him, watching as his eyes cascade down the sheer chiton adorning your body. “Is that what I did in your dreams? Fill you with purpose?”

You find yourself almost chest to chest with him, his eyes never leaving yours, “Or did you fill me?”

You laugh when his eyes widen, turning to take a chocolate from the offering basket held still in his hands and plopping it into your mouth. Marveling at its taste, deciding that it must be homemade.  “Is that what you are in search for? A greater purpose? How about a culinary artist? Your skills are impeccable.”

He doesn’t laugh. “I am destined for more.” 

He knows he is. You know he is. Have not eyed him for so long to have not known. He stands firm before you, a soldier waiting for instruction. In any other instance you would rebuke such a stand, revolt at the rigid and serious, and yet with him—

Well, in devotion to you, who can fault you for testing its limits? Especially when there is something that has sat within you, waiting for the opportune moment. 

You meet his gaze, deciding to no longer tease. “How much more?”

“Anything you will give me.” He quickly responds. 

“And this destiny you seek, do you do it for pride or service?”

“I am your loyal follower and patron, Goddess Divine. What I do is for you.”

“A man like you, patron to me. How lucky am I?” You smile, but it is quickly assumed by the sneaking tendrils of your dark desire. Your voice stills, “The task I have for you is very arduous. Unyielding, difficult, and not aimed for the weak. Destiny setting, to be sure.”

The man seems to preen at those words, a smile finally finding its way to his face. It curls, dangerously, hungrily. “Name it.”

“Once it is spoken, it cannot be undone.” You warn.

“The task is mine alone.” He insists.

You find yourself before him again, and he leans in to listen closely. You can sense the fight in him, smell his musk. The promised freedom teeters on the edge of your words. 

“...kill Hephaestus. Free me from the shackles of my constricting punishment.”

He doesn’t blink, doesn’t balk, doesn’t shy away from the treasonous words. He does as you have seen him do and stands firm, almost vibrates with his desire to act. 

You can almost feel the brush of the sea on your skin again. 

“And my reward?” He asks, confidently.

“Is my eternal patronage and favor not enough?” You laugh, eased in his presence rather than tight at the admittance of your evil. Circling around him, you drag your finger across the broadness of his bare and unmarred shoulders. You wonder if the purity of his skin is a reflection of his valiance. Wonder if your desires are steered correctly, that he is the one to have the strength to carry him to victory. 

He glances to you over his shoulder, “Surely, the Goddess has more in plan for the man set to kill her husband than bragging rights?”

Curiosity clouded with the tendrils of lust at the man who holds your fate in his hands, you place your chin on his shoulder, meeting his vermillion gaze as your nose scarcely brushes the smooth expanse of his sculptured chin. Intimacy with a man who isn’t your husband, intimacy that is natural and wanted rather than forced.

“Cheeky.” You murmur, and his grin widens. A veil of clouded air blurs his vision before you reappear in front of him, your weight placed onto him as you wrap your arms around his neck. 

“Bring me the head of my oppressor,” You begin, said so airily it could be mistaken as a light conversation rather than a plot for murder, “And I will make you a God in his place. Meant to enact your own destiny, made to rule beside me.”

You lean your forehead closer, meeting him as your noses brush in meeting. Tracing one another, you whisper, “Can you do it?”

Without hesitation, he breathes into you. “I am yours, Goddess Divine.”

“And your name, O Great Warrior?”

“Bakugou.” A storm brews mightily in his irises and you can taste the salt of the spray, feel the ocean beckoning you home. 

Your release from the cage is so close to the touch, the hilt of the sword dealing the victory blow to your freedom held by him. 

You smile, wide, and true, and lustful for blood. “A fitting name for a God.” 

It comes as no great surprise when the mortal appears at your temple a few weeks later. He is limping through marbled halls and dripping with blood, the key to your cage held in his hands. Your husband's severed head held by his bloodied and mangled fingers, a wicked smile on his face as he beckons you down from the heavens. You find yourself once again, marveling.

And finally, in love.

[moonlightdancer26]

You know how people say Harry and Draco suffered the same? I don’t like that I actually like the concept of them being complete opposite.

Like we know Draco is. Rich spoiled pureblood who from a very young age knew where he belonged, who he represented and what he wanted.

Unlike Harry who grew with nothing of that, not even a single friend.

Even the headcaon of snape being Draco godfather is like a slap to Harry’s face, like not only is this kid experiencing parental love but his godfather is present and cares for him to the point of putting himself in deaths arms to protect him, and maybe to be a little angsty Harry is jealous, because the first thing his godfather did was go after the murder instead of taking care and making sure he’s ok and keeping him with him instead of letting rage get the best of him and getting himself in Azkaban.

Moral of my babbling is, I love those panels, the comparisons and envy, for even Draco sometimes envy Harry for things Harry wouldn’t even consider a pleasing.

Oh believe me, as a thriving Draco fan, I’ve seen that claim many times before. Though I gotta say, I may be a fan of Draco, but I am a DEFENDER of my boy Potter. 🙏🏼

I don’t believe their upbringing or trauma is in any way comparable. Draco’s issue is that he was misguided and was pretty much primed to hate muggleborns. A lot of people like to say “oh but Sirius was raised in the same way and he didn’t turn out like Draco” as a way to say there’s no reason to sympathise with Draco, but the difference between him and Sirius is that Draco was loved. His family adored him, he was spoiled rotten and his parents would kill for him, so he would obviously look up to them and share their beliefs. Sirius, on the other hand, hated his parents and was abused by his mother (and his father, I reckon his father was rather negligent, which is a form of abuse), so he definitely took it upon himself to position himself as far away from their beliefs and opinions as he could. Again, there’s no excuse for being a blood-prejudiced hoe like Draco, but I don’t think it’s wrong to say “hey, maybe if his loving parents were actually good people and didn’t believe in pureblood supremacy, he could’ve lived a regular life and became a better person.” Anywayyy sorry for getting off-topic but it’s probs been like 2 years since I talked about Draco on this blog 💀 I feel like only my old followers know how much I love him because of how rarely I talk about him now lmao.

Back to the main point, I also agree with you, I just enjoy the idea of Draco and Harry being opposites whilst sharing similar parallels but being too blind in each other’s hatred to ever realise it. I can see some similarities between them, but let’s face it, they’re more opposites than they are twins.

and maybe to be a little angsty Harry is jealous, because the first thing his godfather did was go after the murder instead of taking care and making sure he’s ok and keeping him with him instead of letting rage get the best of him and getting himself in Azkaban.

That’s true ig 😭 I honestly have mixed feelings on the idea of Snape being Draco’s godfather, I personally believe it kinda ruins their relationship, bc I think Snape cared for Draco simply because 1. he (Draco) was the son of someone who took Severus under his wing, and it was Sev’s way of expressing gratitude 2. he saw how misguided Draco was and, considering how misguided Sev was at Draco’s age, he felt obligated to protect and assist him [+ Draco pretty much had no one in HBP; his father was in Azkaban, his mother was at home, and Crabbe and Goyle were no good. He lacked a parental figure in his life who could point him in the right direction. Severus also never had that when he was growing up, so I can’t help but think that Severus, as an adult and a Professor, wanted to be there for Draco and saw a part of himself in him because he knew what it felt like to have no one]. And it honestly just seems like a cliche trope, but I also like imagining a scenario where Lucius asks Severus to be Draco’s godfather and Sev is so moved by the offer that he couldn’t even bring himself to respond 🥹

Moral of my babbling is, I love those panels, the comparisons and envy, for even Draco sometimes envy Harry for things Harry wouldn’t even consider a pleasing.

1. I will definitely be using “Moral of my babbling,” tyvm 2. Same, I can imagine Draco harbouring resentment towards Harry for having such genuine friendships and so many people at Hogwarts who care about him.

[jinxedmuse]

new romantics — boo seungkwan, 부승관

🎵 daydreamin' - ariana grande, arabella - artic monkeys, off to the races - ldr, feel so close - calvin harris, automotivo bibi fogosa - bibi babydoll, light a flame - svt, you know you like it - dj snake

in which: the “goody-two-shoes”, university athlete boo seungkwan encounters a “rebel against-all-odds”, biker!reader and truly learns what it means to have fun while living life for himself alongside new found, and utterly careless love.

authors note: plz don't be mad i'm aware i owe u guys part 2 of the jeonghan fic and a "bed peace vernon" fic but.. no excuse tbh. wrote something like this a while ago and was gonna re-upload it but the more i re-read it the more i was dissatisfied so here’s this (hopefully way cleaner ver) instead. tags & warnings: she falls first x he falls harder, strangers/annoyance to lovers, some cursing, reckless racing, reader is (strongly) implied to be a thrill seeker, harmless back and forth (flirty) banter, mentions of alc (legal drinking) word cound: 4.2k

9:52 am

seungkwan suddenly came to an abrupt halt. he tightly held the large iced americano in his right hand and completely let slip his folder packed with research and syllabus papers in the left.

he begrudgingly looks down at his scattered papers, frustration growing by the second before looking up. in front of him and the reason for his abrupt stop was you.

you were running late on the first day of uni and had opted to take your bike to campus in a rush. you didn't even realize you almost ran into the guy until you were way too close for comfort.

you removed your helmet, your hair coming undone from underneath it. positioning your helmet onto the handle of your ride, you hopped off and immediately crouched down, trying to gather the papers that had dropped on the floor but your black leather gloves prevented you from doing so comfortably, slightly crinkling some in the process.

“just stop, you can leave them. It's fine.” the voice rushes out. you look up but can hardly see who was speaking. the sun was directly behind him, practically shining around his blonde hair like a golden halo.

he seemed kind of tall, and lanky but healthy. his backpack, the one you recognized too well that nearly all athletes here used, was slinked onto one shoulder. you stand up, squinting your eyes to protect them from the harsh rays of the beaming sun.

once face to face with him, you realized he was kind of, no, exceedingly handsome. he was rather well groomed, his skin fair with no marks and instead, a cute beauty mark right underneath his left eye.

he slightly backed up, looking at you muddled. it was obvious his tolerance was wearing thin as he picked up the rest of his papers and practically shoved them inside his folder, somehow without ripping or further crinkling any more of them.

you bowed repeatedly, embarrassed with your negligence.

“dude i’m really sorry about that, i’m usually way more careful on this thing i swear.” you practically pleaded, laughing dryly while pointing back at your all-black bike.

you silently prayed that he wouldn't be one of those rich snobs who would threaten to take it away or get your license suspended.

instead, he just raises an eyebrow, observing you without even giving the tiniest glance towards your bike.

“you should be more careful, someone could get hurt. oh and, do you know me that well to be speaking so casually?” he remarks rhetorically.

of course, you don't know him, he knew that as well.

“yeah no, you're right. my bad. i mean, my apologies.” you murmured, bowing once more at the boy in front of you. you could feel your cheeks growing warmer and warmer from embarrassment.

while bowing, his feet start moving and soon enough disappear. you look up and realize he has walked away, without even saying anything or regarding your apology.

“interesting” you whispered, head slightly tilted to the side. in a swift movement, you swung a leg over your bike and re-adjusted your helmet. revving your bike, the wheels tracked a bit of pebbled dirt before it took off, catching you up to him in no time.

this time, you don’t stop the bike. you use one hand to open up your helmet visor and turn to him, trying to get his attention as he was ignoring you.

“look, i truly do apologize. it looks like we’re heading the same way, how about i grant you a ride and save you time? morning classes start in 5 minutes and I guarantee I can get us there in less than 3” you offer, slowing down to match his pace.

“i’m fine.” is all he urges in a monotone voice, facing forward and slightly picking up his pace as the steps of the main campus start coming into view.

you simply hummed in response, putting down your visor once more before setting off, immediately creating a lengthy distance between you too.

you pull up into the student parking for bikes, motorcycles, etc., and hop off. readjusting your slinger backpack, you head into the building. pushing the dreadful encounter to the back of your mind.

boo, seungkwan was now two minutes late to his first lesson. usually, he would try not to beat himself up about something trivial but it was the first day and that professor was like the Korean students most wanted for this course.

he took a deep breath and finally, opened up the door to the classroom. the professor cocked an eyebrow before seemingly crossing seungkwan’s name off his paper, motioning for him to head to the back.

seungkwan took a glance at the wide lecture room and just as he suspected, practically all the seats were filled. only two scattered ones in the back remained. he heads up toward the back and absentmindedly sits down next to some girl.

she had pretty, long lashes resting onto her soft skin, hair slightly in her face due to her head down, and her plump lips formed into a subtle pout as she was already falling asleep.

she's pretty, he simply thought to himself. but really? falling asleep on the first day? in this professor's class no less? hopefully next time seungkwan can find another seat, a better seatmate to be precise. they probably won't be prettier but he wasn't here for that, he was here to raise his (already above-average) gpa.

9:48 pm

"guys thank you so much.. for bringing me to the world's lamest orientation party." seungkwan remarks, clapping his hands sarcastically.

his long-term friend and junior here, mingyu simply bows his head in shame.

it truly was boring. the room was split up into groups of freshmen, sophomores, juniors, and seniors. the drink stand had the blandest variations of alcohol and the food that was getting passed out had already gotten cold an hour in, of course after playing what seemed like a thousand ice breakers.

"dude i'm so ready to leave." chimed up lee chan, a fellow sophomore and friend.

“the moment it hits 10, i’m out.”

almost as soon as he said that, the door opened up and a girl walked in. she wasn't exactly tall but she had the height to her, she was dressed in all black head to toe, her dark hair was neat and pushed out of her face, her features soft yet eyes sharp, clearly searching for someone in the room.

seungkwan tried studying her face but she walked by his table quickly, he swore he’d seen her before.

"i gotta get back to my table, but once this is over lets go over to seungcheols apartment yeah?" mingyu declared before getting up and making their way to the junior table.

seungkwan turned back, simply nodding before lazily clicking his glass with the slightly younger chan

"you know her?" he asked, tilting his cup in the girl's direction who was now speaking to some guy at one of the club stands.

seungkwan hated seeing someone he wasn't even close to multiple times, once he noticed you, he'd see you everywhere. as if you had taken a dip into his daydreams, invading the air around him.

yet he still studied you once more before turning back, downing his glass in one go and setting it back down.

"nope, she looks familiar though."

now you had only walked into this orientation for one thing: to get your friend and go.

"vernon are you done yet?" you whined, watching as he paced back and forth, picking up the remainder of his items and stuffing them into his black backpack.

"okay, now i'm done. let's go" he says once he slips it on and makes his way from behind his club stand, grabbing his motorcycle keys and twisting them around his index finger.

"finally, time to have some real fun tonight." you practically beamed, skipping along to head outside.

you stop in your tracks a few feet from the door once you realize vernon is no longer walking beside you but is now by a table, having a conversation with two heads of blondes.

curious, you sneak up behind vernon, resting your head on his shoulder. once you peer at who he's speaking to, you can't help but smile. the familiar face now trying his hardest to not look right back at you.

vernon senses this almost immediately "you guys know each other?' he raises a question to the both of you.

"no,” seungkwan reacts quickly.

"something like that," you reply, conveying your most impressionable smile.

he falters once he sees it but fixes his eyes back on vernon, "no, we don't. just unfortunately ran into each other this morning."

you move from behind vernon and closer to the table. "oh please, the pleasures all mine”, you retaliate, sticking your hand out to shake his.

he does, although reluctantly and you use that opportunity to pull him out of his seat. once up, you wrap an arm around his shoulder.

"vern, why don’t we invite these lovely gentlemen to where we're going?” you ask, completely ignoring the very confused and shocked seungkwan in your arms.

funny enough though, he wasn't making an effort to get out, for which he could've easily done. instead, he listens in quietly, a part of him wondering if he could truly let go just once tonight after this failed orientation party.

he makes eye contact with a very excited chan, practically jumping out of his seat, already putting on his jean jacket.

vernon looks at you all, a small smile spreading across his face.

"i don't see why not.”

"he doesn't see why not, and you sir? what are you gonna do?” you ask looking at the boy still in your grasp.

he looks at you, face slightly flushed in embarrassment because he realizes a few other students are now looking in your direction. but you don't budge, keeping eye contact steady, as if you didn't even realize there were other people in the room.

vernon and chan looked at seungkwan expectedly, he nods shyly and chan clapped excitedly.

"finally, let's get the hell out of here now, please. i'll text mingyu and seungcheol about this.” quipped the younger blonde, already quickly typing away on his phone and making his way to the door with vernon.

you smiled, taking your arm off his shoulder.

you picked up the glass bottle of mexican coca-cola from the table, presumably his as it was in front of his dish. flicking the already loose cap off and onto the remainder of his untouched food, you wrap your lips around the top. downing the rest of his drink, right in front of him.

seungkwan watched your actions tenaciously. he didn’t speak up, or complain about you taking it despite you had only met once before this. instead, he just watched as your lips like a galaxies edge, wrapped around the tip of the coke bottle, taking back the last sip of his dark drink.

“you know for someone who seems to hate me, you sure do have a habit of staring.” your voice caught him off guard and he quickly realized he had been staring at your mouth for far too long.

you let out a small laugh, going on ahead outside “i didn’t think you’d agree after this morning.”

“I didn’t think i would either,” he muttered, grabbing his stuff and following closely behind you as you left the orientation hall.

once outside, chan was already on the back of vernon’s ride.

you take your jet-black helmet off your handlebars and toss it to the boy behind you. you caught seungkwan yet he still managed to catch it effortlessly.

"what about you... no helmet?" he asked warily, surveying your bike as if another helmet would just pop out of thin air.

“don’t need one," you say matter-of-factly as you mount your bike. you pat the space behind you before revving your engine. seungkwan looked skeptical of the accommodation and situation.

"oh c'mon on, i'll be fine. don't tell me you're backing out now" you teased, revving the engine once more.

seungkwan had a clear scowl on his face after your remark. chan laughed at the joke you looked but before he could say anything, vernon pulled out of the sidewalk and sped off.

seungkwan was anxious, should he let go so early in the year, with someone he barely knew? he's about to toss back the helmet, but when he looks at you, you're no longer butting jokes or rushing him. simply playing with some stickers you had put on your handlebars. your hair was blowing in the wind, and the chilly night air didn't seem to affect you.

just for tonight, he thought to himself. he walked towards you and boarded your bike without saying anything.

"ah c'mon, handsome. you should know this, hands round the driver,” you say casually, foot on of the peddles, ready to take off at any time.

nervously, he wraps his arms loosely around you, a smile tugged at your lips. his shyness was charming.

you take off, following in pursuit behind vernon and you can feel his grip tightening around your waist. his broad chest pressed against your back. his heart beating rapidly but steadily.

10:36 pm

you guys arrived at the race tracks, vernon and chan already standing by some bleachers speaking to another group. you pull your bike in front of the wide set of bleachers, seungkwan hurriedly gets off the bike as soon as you stop it and removes the helmet.

"thanks." is all he says with a slight bow before going back to join vernon and chan by the bleachers.

"still so formal huh?”

i’ll crack you soon. is all you think to yourself. you hop off your bike and are greeted by a few fellow racers pulling you into hugs and small conversation.

"it's about to start soon, you racing tonight sweetheart?" one remarks. you looked at the track, observing its condition with a small smile on your face,

you looked back at who spoke, a friend that got you into motorcycles and the entire lifestyle years ago, jun.

"hm, what’s in it for me?' you ask, your gaze no longer on the track or jun, but behind him. seungkwan was currently sitting by the lower edges of the bleachers, a can of beer in hand as he laughed at something chan and vernon said.

you forgot jun was speaking by the time you cut him off. "actually-" you start, slowly starting to walk by. "i think i do have something that might interest me" you remark, a sly smirk on your face as you looked on the blonde boy ahead of you.

something about him piqued your interest, you couldn't tell if it was the feeling of a brand new bike straight from the garage or if he was a person you'd want in your life. either way, the feeling excited you.

you walk past jun and inevitably the small group that had gathered around you, ignore their confused remarks and make your way to the bleachers.

vernon smiles upon you approaching, wrapping a lazy arm around your shoulder. you pat his back but shrug it off, nodding your head towards chan who is sitting to seungkwan’s left.

"can i steal your seat for a moment," you ask, to which the young blonde simply nods. downing the rest of his beer and motioning vernon to go get some more with him.

once you and seungkwan are left alone, you sit by him closely. observing him carefully.

the moon above shone directly on him. It's like the solar system routed him his personal spotlight wherever he went. he was barefaced yet he still looked incredibly handsome. realized he had more beauty moles than just the one underneath his left eye. the blinding lights around the race track slightly brightened his face.

"are you just gonna stare at me?" he asked, taking a small sip from his beer.

he was shifting his feet uncomfortably and not looking back at you but he made no motion to distance himself from you, you were close enough so that your knees and shoulders were slightly touching, brushing against each other at any slight movement.

"just returning the favor from this morning, is that not allowed?” you ask sarcastically. seungkwan practically splurts out his beer, your sudden remark surprising him.

"that was you in the lecture hall this mornig?' he asked surprised, he was now looking at you, total shock over his face as he wiped off any small beer spillage on his crisp black shirt.

you ignore his question, finding there is no need to be hung up on the obvious for longer than it should be. a personal philosophy.

"i have a proposition.” you exclaim, once again not breaking any contact.

he nods slightly, a sign to continue with whatever it was you had to say tonight.

“i'm racing tonight, if i win, let me get closer to you." you bargained. seungkwan sucked in a harsh breath, it felt like all his words, any rebuttal or joke or even just awkward laugh he could've left out got caught choked up in his throat.

he searched your face; your eyes, for any sign of insincerity. anything to show you might be joking but there were none. you were completely serious.

he ran his empty hand through his bleached blonde hair, as if stuck in deep thought before meeting your gaze.

"whats in it for me if we get closer?' he managed to ask. words spilling together like he still didn't quite believe you.

you smiled softly, and without even realizing it, upon impulse, you gently poked the beauty mark right underneath his eye. he was taken aback but didn't physically back away.

he looked around as if searching for a hidden prank camera and it earned a laugh from you.

"you’re cute. it makes me want to spend time with you. if you allow me to get closer to you, i can make your life a whole lot more fun," you state in a persuasive tone. dropping your hand from his face but holding it up by his empty one, urging him to shake it.

to lock in the deal.

he looked at you skeptically but you could tell he was intrigued. he brought his hand up swiftly, shaking yours then dropping it almost as soon as it started.

you held back a smirk. too easy, you thought to yourself. you got up as vernon and chan were making their way back to the bleachers.

"pay attention to me well, yeah?” you asked directly, mocking his bow from earlier. seungkwan held back a smile, simply raising his eyebrow slightly.

vernon yelled out once a bit closer, "yo reader! you're racing tonight right? they're calling you." while approaching the bleachers. chan reclaims his seat next to seungkwan and vernon sits on the opposite side.

vernon was now looking up at you as he adjusted his beanie.

"hell yeah i’m racing, i’ll be winning too,” you say confidently, showing a small wink in seungkwan’s direction. the others definitely noticed, vernon just thought it was your usual behavior so he didn't say anything; no matter how bad he wanted to.

you jokingly salute the three before making your way down to the track, jun was standing by your motocycle ensuring its condition.

you thanked him and hopped on, adjusting the helmet. whatever shampoo seungkwan used, it smelled like him now, a small smile tugging at your lips. it smelled good.

"what's got you smiling like that?' jun asked, pushing your head slightly with an index finger. you waved it off, no longer holding back the smile.

"the fact that i'm winning this race." you cooed in a sing-song voice.

jun simply laughed. bringing down your visor. with that, he murmured a small "i know you will." before tapping your motorcycle and slightly jogging off the track, maintaining a closer position by one of the grid girls he had been flirting with earlier.

with that, a shot was fired in the air and you wasted no time in taking off. immediately creating a large gap between you and the other racers.

the cool air hit your clothes, keeping you cold despite your layers which weren't much if you were being honest. the smell of the track excited you, racing thrilled you. so how could a boy, you just met, also be this captivating to you? you drifted easily past a turn, neck, and neck with another racer.

the beaming and flashing lights around the track illuminated the floor, there were flashlights from people recording and screams from people who bet money. the endorphin rush hitting them even if they were just watching.

it all felt so good, even better when you created another gap, suddenly feeling extremely motivated at the thought of your deal. with another turn of your handle and a bit more seed, you cruised past the finish line, a gride girl waving a big flag back and forth, signaling you had won and the race was over.

seungkwan didn't even realize when he had gotten out of his seat. mouth ajar and hands up in eagerness as he watched you easily pass the finish line. a part of him was hoping you’d have won and right now it was extremely evident.

he watched almost in awe as you leaned against the motorcycle, as if you didn't just do something so incredible in front of what seemed like hundreds of people tonight. you looked so free.

was this the life you were used to? he wondered, was this the fun you’d wrap him up in? the questions already started driving him insane.

cheers erupted all over the bleachers, your group of friends recording your victory and jun jogging up to reach where you had stopped. your heart was pounding loudly in your ears, the rush from the race taking you higher than any drug you’ve taken. you smile proudly as you remove your helmet.

jun stretches up his hand and you high-five it before he pulls you into a hug while holding onto your helmet for you.

one of the grid girls made their way over to you, saying something along the lines of "congrats, that was cool' while handing you a couple of bands of prize money. you gave a small and firm smile, accepting the cash but carelessly tossing it into one of your small hidden compartments.

once it was in here, you tapped jun on his shoulder "watch this for me for a few, yeah?” you ask with pleading eyes. he simply nods, slightly leaning into your bike while pulling out his phone.

with that, you start making your way to the bleachers, another smile on your face once you realize the three boys are already heading towards you.

"yo that was fucking crazy, damn you’ve gotta teach me sometime!” chan exclaimed. practically begging as he daps you up, patting your back before walking by, letting out a series of "ouuu" as he looks at our bike.

vernons reaction was more tame but he was still hyped.

“good job.” is all he says, patting your head a few times before following behind chan who is already making conversation with jun. you swore chan could become friends with anyone.

you turned back in front of you, the real reason you had made your way back here in the first place. boo seugkwan was enamored, to say the least, but he would never admit that out loud.

you take his canned beer from him and down it before crushing it slightly, not breaking eye contact with him. he was practically putty in your hands by now but he was pulling himself together to the best of his abilities to not show it.

"i didn't know you were soo.." he starts, lost in words as he looks at you. he already knows you are pretty, but it's as if a new light is forming around you. the same girl he'd sworn he'd avoid the rest of his academic year just hours ago.

"cool? beautiful? absolutely incredible at everything?” you teased at the now practically speechless boy in front of you.

he kicked a few pebbles in front of him, now avoiding eye contact as he spoke up.

"yeah," he replied simply, honestly.

it was your turn to be caught off guard, you didn't expect him to return the same amount of energy you'd been playfully putting out all night.

"get closer to me all you want. i implore you to," he says looking up, no longer timidly looking at nothing on the ground. he now returned the favor of firm eye contact, carefully watching your reaction.

you tried to find words, but for the first time since meeting him, it felt like all possible formations or words were stuck in your throat. the fact that he had this effect on you excited you beyond what you'd imagine.

it makes you feel like pulling out your playing cards as well, you’d play your ace if it meant more of these interactions with him.

you simply smiled looking at the boy in front of you.

this was about to be so, fun.

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[rs-wonderland]

Hello, here is my order, I see that I forgot to send it ay I would like a bit of anguish that ends in comfort :')), when orphaned mc fem realizes that her mother (the person she loves the most in the world) was actually not as good to her as she remembered now that she has grown, she realized all the negligence that her mother had with her , which leads mc to enter a state of deep sadness, just for pomefiore pls I hope it doesn't sound too harsh qwq have a good day and thanks for creating this blog ^^

"Whats wrong with Mc?" Epel asks as he comes back to his dorm. Rook and Vil were sitting in the living room as usual having some tea. "What do you mean? Mc seems fine to me." Vil said as he looked at Epel. "I don't know, she was acting strange today. She didn't really talk as much, and didn't want to go with me and Deuce to Sam's tommorow."

Rook and Vil looked at each other and than Rook decited to go and for a visit to Ramshackle dorm.

"I just think both of you are overreacting, there are fine. Probably just tired." Epel said as there were walking into Mc's dorm. "Weren't you do one that was worried most in the first place, Epel?" Vil said roling his eyes at him. "Its better to be safe than sorry my friends." Rook said as they were looking around the dorm.

"Mc! You there?" "Quit yelling so loud Epel!" "What else am i suppost to do?" As they were fighting, Rook walked up stairs to see if Mc was in her room. He stopt when he heard her crying. "Mc?" Rook said softly as he knock on the door. "It's us, Rook, Epel and Vil. We wanted to see if you were alright." After a minute there was no answer. Epel and Vil already walked up stairs.

"Is she there?" Epel asked softly as he stood by Rooks side. "Yes, but the don't want to answer." Vil came closer to the door and knock softly three time. "Mc? Could we come in please? Epel said you look sad, so we came to chek on you." Vil opend the door to find you on your bed, your back turned to face the door. "Go away. Im fine." You said with a sniff. "See, she is fine-" Rook cut off Epel in middle of his sentence. "Mc, whats the problem, why are you so sad?" Vil asked as he moved to sits on the edge of you bed.

"Its nothing, im fine!" You said as you shoot him a glare and then turned around to face them wiping your tears. "Well it doesn't look like your are fine." Epel said, Rook just roled his eyes at him and moved to sit on your bed beside Vil. "You know you can tell us everything, right? We just want to help you."

You looked at the three man staring at you, you know they were worried but- how can you tell them? Like guess what? The woman i thought loved me that i loved more than anything, treated me like shit!

"It-it's just not important, i am just stressed from school and-" "No you are not, we don't have anything for up coming week." Epel cut you off with his sharp words, that's it, you can't think of no more possible excuses. Well maybe there are more, but from the whole situation you couldn't remember none.

"Mc if you don't want to tell us we won't force you but- we are just worried. Did some students made you cry?" Rook asked his tone is lot more calm and relaxed. "If they did, i'm gonna kill them-" Epel's words were cut by Vil's dead glare to him. "No, no one from Night Raven made me cry. Seriousely i am just fine. I was just- remembering stuff from my home..." You said in almost a whisper, yea, remembering everything how it was, and it was not good.

"Sad memories, huh?" Vil said with a soft tone. "Mc what is this?" Epel said holding a broken photo frame in his hands. The one that you broke from anger that you had to your mother, that anger soon after that become unberable sadness and pain.

"Is that your photo with your mother, Mc?" Rook said as he looked at the photo frame Epel was holding. "You looked, happy." Vil turned to look at you, as he said with a soft and calm tone. "Mc dear, is your mother reason that you are crying right now?" The whole room went silent. What now? What now? What now?

"I- i missed judge her, i thought my mother-" you tried to say with tears in your eyes that were falling like a water fall. "I- i loved her, i really did, but- everytime i tried to remember her, now i realize that my love for my mother was one way and-" Epel hugged you tightly. You can swear that Vil let out a small tear, you hugged Epel back looking at the three boys. Rook looked at you in shock cleary not knowing how to react. Vil was no better from him, all tho he still put his hand on yours.

"Mc, i am so sorry to hear that. We had no idea about your mother." Vil said in a claming voice, it sounded like an soft whispered more. Rook moved to sit down beside you, hugging your side, it looked like he wasn't plaing to let go of you anytime sooner. "You know Mc, sometimes..." Vil said with a soft sigh. "Sometimes people we care about are not the one's that would do the same for us, sometimes we have to let does kind of people go. And let bad memories go with them too." Vil moved a lock of hair that was on your face with a gentel smile. Vil let Rook continue the talk. "But at the end, that doesn't mean we have to forget them. Most of the time they help us learn a lot, and teach us not to make the same mistakes again." You sighed, you felt your body weight shift from you, you felt relaxed.

"We love you Mc, no matter what. You don't have to hide these things from us. Bc we are always gonna help you work it out, we can work everything out. Together." Epel finally moved his head to face you and to look at you. It made you smile honestly, you were glad that you have three of them.

Vil joined the hug, all of you were smiling as you felt the warmt of there body's. It relaxed you, it comfored you. "We love you Mc." It was all they said before continuing to nuzzle onto your side. "I love you guys to..." Now you know that no matter what, the boys will be there as your number one supporters.

[jiangwanyinscatmom]

I don't know if you already answered this so feel free to ignore.

What is your thoughts on Yu Ziyuan? am I the only one that thinks fandon defence of her saying she is just the typical Asian tiger mom is insulting to Asian mothers? You can be strict and not be abusive and guess what? YZ is not it.

Hell the author themselves made an entire chapter to say that she took things too far too often against a single person to be simple discipline towards a disciple. It was personal and she took great pleasure in it, just bc WY decides to stay despite his treatment doesn't make it any less horrible.

Am i the only one that thinks she only accepted WC orders to whip WY because she always took any chance to do so? That if Wang Lingjao hadn't mentioned she would have to be subservient to someone of lower class she would have gleefully cut off WYs hand and not reacted at all to the Wen invasion?

That in her last moments she made sure to remind WY one last time that he would be nothing but a servant to her, to tie him with a last wish so he would have the moral obligation to give up everything to JC like a proper servant should? I wholly believe part of her sudden tenderness to JC in her last goodbye was to also rub in WY face not only what he never had but what JC was losing just to rub salt in the wound.

Just, in what universe does people see a girlboss misunderstood by the world and its sexism? sometimes i think i read the wrong books or saw a different show... am i really the only one that sees this?

Good evening anon, I've been sitting on this a bit as I was weighing how exactly to answer this coherently. So, for the short answer; I do not like her as a character nor is she supposed to be seen as anything deeper than what she is. A terrible mother and person who let resentment rule her.

The Long Answer: She is not misunderstood, she is very easy to break down. She was a jealous youth who actively agreed to a marriage where the fiancé was already lukewarm to her disposition and continued to cast blame on Cangse Sanren stealing something she never had. Note as well, as she was the one to force a marriage and insisted on this even after Cangse Sanren had married Wei Changze. She is selfish and entitled. This carries over to how she treats her children, she is not happy with her own self, so she hyper focused on the flaws she instilled within Jiang Cheng. Instead of actually supporting him as a mother should, she insults him and instead of love she actively despises and insults her own child. This is not a healthy parental figure. She was hardly there enough obviously to even think of offering care and love in a very negligent household. She laughs instead when Wei Wuxian is brought in she is more concerned about being proven right about adding another child into the household will disrupt their already volatile dislike of each other.

Not once does she praise her children she fixates on despising Wei Wuxian and being annoyed he is able to be talented naturally so much she constantly pits her son against him herself and encourages that resentment to grow in him. She does not care about anything other than her own festering hate, and sure as hell never nurtured her own with love. She is miserable, pathetic and no whatever love she may have held for Jiang Cheng was toxic and all the worse to him as she never uplifted him as an actual loving parent should.

Her treatment of Wei Wuxian is certainly just as vile given he wasn't even her own yet she stayed forever jealous all over her own stories that exasperated her own hate for Cangse Sanren and superimposed that to Wei Wuxian. She has no excuse for her treatment of any of the children under her household. Hate is a sad way to live and end life, and it stops being sympathetic when she lived and died garnering the feelings and reactions she earned with it.

[walker-extended-universe]

4x09 Review

"A History of Horrors and Other Tales" was an interesting title for a relatively lighthearted episode, but I'm sure Walker will remedy that next week.

This episode was a lot of mystery and set up for next week with very little actual meat to it. That didn't make it any less interesting though and there is still plenty to talk about.

I'm going to split my review into what happened at work and what happened at home. Let's dive into it.

After a delightful opening montage, we get a short scene between Trey and Cassie as they get ready for the day. They've both moved on to the next round of interviews for the lieutenant position. This comes up later in the episode, with them discussing what the position would entail and what it would mean to them to be chosen for it. James also assures them that the position will be different than what it was before, with him wanting more of a partner out of the role than a "ghost" in the office.

Side note: that particular comment from James does make me really want the choice to be Cordell but I really don't think the show will take that route.

Once they've settled in the office, they realise the office is very empty. Which leads into James' concerning announcement: the DPS isn't happy with their progress and they're considering handing the Jackal case up the ladder to the FBI. If they don't get a major breakthrough by the 6pm press conference today, they'll be kicked off.

This kicks them all into high gear, determined not just to solve the case, but to keep it in their wheelhouse. While Trey and Cassie focus on the overall caseboard, Cordell hones in on one specific file. After a bit, he suggests they take a break for a bit and meet up later after they've all gotten some fresh air. He also makes an excuse about having something else to do before disappearing for most of the rest of the episode.

Side note: I loved the audio effect of Cordell not really listening to anything the rest of the team is saying but I really wish we knew more of what he was doing all day.

After many hours of going over the case a million times, Cassie gets an idea. What if instead of trying to find a common thread between the victims by looking at their similiarities, they focus on the few outliers and see why they were chosen. One of the victims was the only non-parent in the group, but there is a sealed lawsuit against her. Maybe that will hold the answers.

A few hours later, we find out it does- One of the children in her at-home daycare drowned in a pool and she was sued over it. This is enough to cement the connection between all the victims: parents or caretakers that could be seen as negligent or abusive. While I'm not sure how this gets them closer to narrowing down their suspects, it's good enough for the DPS to let them keep the case, at least for now.

Side note: I loved Cassie and Trey welcoming James back onto the case but I would've loved to see what kind of press release they could come up with.

After this, Cordell finally returns to see they did a full day's work without him. While he's happy, he does seem distracted and Cassie pulls him aside for a serious talk. She knows he wasn't at the Side Step because of Geri and she's worried about him going rogue and getting himself in trouble. Someone could get hurt. Someone besides himself. He bristles at her and Geri talking behind his back but placates her with a promise that he won't do anything crazy. he then promptly leaves the office without saying goodbye- only to be stopped by James asking for his notebook back. Cordell tries to sidestep it but James can clearly see it in his messenger back so he has to hand it over.

After James leaves him to prep for the press conference, Cordell pulls out his phone to confirm a motel reservation and heads off on his own, once again.

With that excitement out of the way, let's talk about things on the Home front.

In good news: Geri is back!

In bad news: Cordell is too busy spiralling after a serial killer to be a good listener.

But the show quickly moves on from that and throws us back into two equally important plotlines: Stella and August looking for the necklace and Bonham and Abby's retirement debate.

I wanna cover the retirement debate first because it's short and also not my favorite.

Once again, the show lets us know that Bonham and Abby have very different ideas of what their retirement should look like, though oddly they were both inspired by their experiences during their delayed honeymoon.

Bonham was inspired to buy a boat and create a fully relaxing experience for himself and Abby and let the kids join every now and then. He's come to appreciate the lulls between the busy seasons at the ranch and he wants the rest of his life to be a nice, long lull.

Abby, on the other hand, connected strongly with an older woman who was operating a small shop in Italy. These two women are both finally a point in their lives when they can focus on themselves and what they want and what Abby wants is to go all in with Ben and their wedding planning/venue business.

Unfortunately, they both seem to be very bad at talking about this and nothing really gets resolved except for them both putting Liam firmly in the middle of this issue.

Back to the important issues: Stella's impending doom.

We start of with Stella and August trying to make a game plan to ensure Joanna doesn't bring harm to Stella or anyone else in the family. Unfortunately, the only thing they have to go on is a cryptic note Hoyt left to Geri five years ago. August puts together some obvious clues and deduces Hoyt must've hid the necklace somewhere in the fireplace at the Walker ranch. Stella happily latches on to this idea and they get to work.

Side note: I love that they have the letters from Cordell, even if they never get read. It just seems right that they kept them.

Unfortunately, Geri comes home right as August is showing Stella how to look for fingerprints. Stella distracts Geri while August keeps investigating the fireplace, but its unfortunately a bust.

Oblivious to what's going on, Geri starts trying to mend the mess that Cordell made at the end of the last episode she was in. She doesn't want to step on anyone's toes or cause any problems for them. Fortunately, Stella and August love her and they especially love how happy she makes their dad.

They use this as a segue to talk about how concerned they've been about Cordell lately and how many questions they have about what it was like Before (aka five years ago when everything happened). Though Geri is easily able to sway them off the topic of Cordell's letters, they get her onto the subject of Hoyt and his childhood. This is where she shares some interesting information- that Hoyt watched their home be stripped of value due to a debt his mother had. It was settled with a family heirloom taken by the sheriff's office.

This gets Stella and August thinking and they go back upstairs to do some "calculus". Stella decides to do some cross-referencing with the Rawlins name and a sheriff's auction they found. During that search, we find out that Joanna is actually a Rawlins, potentially Hoyt's mother. This explains a lot about what's been going on lately, but it doesn't get them any closer to finding the necklace.

With time winding down, August decides it's time to finally let a real adult in on all this. Stella resists the idea, still confident that she can handle it, but August isn't buying it. They're both scared and they need help.

August goes downstairs and helps Geri clean the kitchen. While they work, August reveals the full depth of his worry for both Cordell and Stella: he thinks they're both landing themselves in life threatening danger. Geri is immediately concerned at the mention of Stella and asks him what he means; August says he wants to call Uncle Liam first.

Side note: I love the side-by-side comparison between Stella being like Cordell and August being like Emily. Just... Parallels.

Meanwhile, upstairs, Stella is pondering over the new information and Hoyt's letter. She puts together some details from the more cryptic areas of the letter and all signs seem to point at Joanna's official address, which may very well be Hoyt's childhood home. With this, she excitedly texts Sadie and rushes downstairs- only to be faced with an intervention.

Geri and Liam are living up to their co-parenting roles, with Geri taking a gentler approach in communicating their worry and Liam taking a more angry/disciplinarian approach. Stella, still not wanting to accept help, makes an excuse about needing some time to think and they let her go upstairs.....

Where she decides to jump out of the window and run away, determined to handle this mess on her own.

With an excellent editing sequence of Cordell and Stella both running off on their own, and everyone else unaware of their plans, the episode comes to an end.

Once again, Walker leaves us waiting for next week's episode with a lot of questions. What was Cordell doing while everyone else was in the office? Why did he sneak away to a motel room? Is the necklace really hidden in the old Rawlins home? If so, why didn't Joanna already find it? How is Stella going to get out of this? Will August be grounded until he leaves for the military for keeping this whole mess a secret? Will James and Kelly get to enjoy some time in Mexico by the end of this?

Hopefully we'll get some answers next week. See y'all there!

[abrcmswrld]

💨🍃…🤠

Howdy Partner..word around these parts is that you’re open for requests..

Just so happens I got one for ya..if ya can handle it(I know you can I’m just playing into the mean cowboy thing)

So..partner, how’s about you write a comforting Eddie fic. He’s in arkham and reader(who he doesn’t know) comes to pay him a visit, giving him comfort through that glass wall between them. Praising him and telling the little cowpoke what a darn good job he did at Savin that there city from corruption..you can add some more details if ya wants to.

Well..it’s about time I head on outta here Partner..

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Edward Nashton x Follower!Reader

Author’s Note: Emili my love! Sorry this took so long to put out! In the end I feel it isn’t quite as “comfy” or “fluffy” in a fuzzy way towards the reader but rather comfy in a mutual understanding way towards Edward. I decided to take the reader in a more cunning direction rather than a helpless damsel. As always not beta’d so excuse any errors.

Warnings: None really! Just the reader enabling Edward a bit. Gender neutral reader as well!

The hallways of Arkham are grim and dull. Grey concrete walls surround you and the sound of your feet tapping against the floor with each step bounces off the walls and echoes into your ears.

It hadn’t taken much to get in. The guards had denied you multiple times, but it turns out all it takes is enough cash and a pretty smile.

It makes you feel powerful as they walk you into the bleak room. You observe the metal door that separates you and the room you presume Edward Nashton is held in.

You pull your sunglasses from your eyes as the barrier blocking your view is lifted, and there he is. He's doesn't look different from his pictures that had been plastered on the news, but you figure his face is not one that would come to mind when someone saw The Riddler.

He looks right at you, not through you. "Do I know you?" His voice is soft and pleasing to your ears and you feel yourself getting excited. All of those weeks of watching him through the screen, hearing his voice through that modulator, to the moment you heard that he had been arrested, and you were finally here. You can't help but smile at him.

"No. But that's okay. I know you."

He simply stares and cocks his head slightly. A look of apprehension is plastered on his face. Had he never been praised for his work? Perhaps he was just used to living in a world full of liars.

"I sent you letters. I guess they never came through."

"No. They monitor my mail."

You pout slightly. "They never have an issue taking a bribe for an unsupervised visit. And yet they withhold my letters." You scoff. "Pigs."

He perks up and you can’t help but smile. “I have to apologize. I didn’t follow your orders exactly.” He stares back at you with a questioning look. “Apologize?” You smile and nod. “I knew there’d be carnage in the square. At least one of us had to stay behind, ya know. They’ve got you locked up in this hell like some monster.” You sigh. “But I’m not stupid. I can see the real you.”

“I see a man, a deeply,” You take steps toward the glass pane that separates the two of you. “deeply hurt man. Hurt by the corruption and negligence of this city’s officials.” You place a hand on the pane and take in his stare. “A man hurt by someone he thought he could trust.”

You furrow your brows at the thought of your next words. “I’ve been there too. Tossed to the side like trash, meant to eat the scraps like some alley rat while the big names feast.”

He’s breathing heavy. “I see a man who took initiative when nobody else would.” His gaze softens as you give him a kind smile. “The Bat was a mistake, but you were right about everything else. But it’s not over.”

“It’s out of my hands-“ He starts.

“For now it is. You’re smart enough to figure it out. And in the meantime…We will keep in touch.” He looks unsure as he nods. “Gotham needed a jumpstart and you gave it that. I can speak for all of the others who have followed you to this point, we haven’t quit on you.”

“How do I know I can trust you?”

You hold a small scrap of paper up to the glass pane, ushering him to write it or remember, whatever he had to do to keep it tucked away. “It’s where you can find me. If I wrong you, take care of it.”

He seems shocked at the gesture and hesitates before placing a hand onto yours, only the thin pane of glass separating the two of you.

“I’ll see you again?”

“You’ll see my again, baby. As long as we can lay low.”

He lets out a small laugh as he smiles up at you through the glass and you can’t help but laugh with him.

[krishgupt]

Ash Betrayed (Part - 6)

“I…………………………. I…………………………. I………………... I refuse to answer!” Misty said as she ran away.

“Oh Come!!!!!!!!” Dawn said as the three girls went behind Misty.

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It was Midnight. Ash was walking around the Ketchum’s farm. He felt in peace here, with his Partner (Pikachu) by his side.

Suddenly, he heard the footsteps of someone walking towards him and he turned to see Lillie.

“Lillie, what are you doing so late at Night?” Ash asked with a smile as Pikachu jumped at Lillie’s shouldered and rubbed his cheek against her.

“//Lillie!!!!!//” Pikachu said as he rubbed his cheek against her.

“Hey Pikachu! Hey Ash” Lillie said as she patted Pikachu.

“Umm…………... Pikachu? Can you give me and Ash a minute?” Lillie said as Pikachu nodded and jumped from her shoulder. Lillie called out Snowy to give Pikachu company. Both of them went away, giving their masters privacy.

“Are you alright?” Ash asked.

“Ash………………. I-I-I” Lillie runs to him and hugs him.

“I-I am really thankful to you! I was so worried that I will never be able to go back to Alola again!” Lillie said, her eyes were a little teary.

“Hey Hey! Lillie! Trust me it was not a big deal, everything was just exaggerated if you ask me, I mean I do Pokemon battles because I love pokemon, not the titles and ranks, and if given one of these titles was enough for the wellbeing of one of my closest friends, I am ready to give it up a thousand times,” Ash said with a smile as Lillie wiped her tears and held Ash’s hands.

“Ash…………………. You are saying this right now but I know that the Title of Alolan Champion was important for you, your first league victory!” Lillie said.

“Yeah, it was a little, I will not say that I do feel not different without it, but it is negligible for the sake of your wellbeing………………………. Also, you did overhead the conversation between and Lance right?” Ash asked.

“Yeah, sorry about that, I didn’t wanted to interrupt,” Lillie said with a blush.

“So you know na that I thought about other people as well, so it is you alone?” Ash said with a smile.

“You still said that I was your first and primary priority during the issue,” Lillie said, blushing hard.

“And you were! Everytime some related to Alola happens in my life, you will be my first priority!” Ash said with a smile, sending Lillie into a dream like state.

“Ash……………………… I……………………….. I want to tell you that I-” Before Lillie could complete the sentence, her phone rings, bring her back to reality.

“E-Excuse me,” Lillie said as she left to attend the call.

“Huh? Wonder what she wanted to tell me? Ash wondered. Far away, Pikachu and Snowy witnessed the whole commotion and Pikachu facepalmed.

“//Son of @$^#^! Here goes another chance, //” Pikachu said facepalmed.

“//I thought you promised you will work on your cursing? //” Snowy asked.

“//It is better than Last time, anyways! When will Ash #%^@%^#%# understand what Lillie feels for him! Why is he so dense!//” Pikachu said.

“//Neither he nor you understand the feelings of a lady, //” Snowy said nodding her head in tiredness.

“//What does that mean?//” Pikachu asked.

“//Like I said//” Snowy said.

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“Yeah Mom?” Lillie asked to her Mom who was the caller. Lillie stood a little far away from Ketchum’s residence.

“Lillie! I want you back immediately!” Lusamine said in a concerned and scared voice.

“W-What! Why?” Lillie asked in a shocked voice. She wanted to stay with Ash and the group longer.

“Dear, I know you like Ash and wish to spend more time with him, but please try to understand……………….…... We did not told you this before but……………… Soon after the Leaked audio, mine, your father’s and Gladion’s Passports were put under Govt’s Blacklist for no reason! Only after Ash transferred the Championship to Gladion the passports were………………………….. I-If the Passports would have been in blacklist……………….. W-W-We would have been able to leave Alola…………… T-T-T-They were planning to not let come to Alola and not let us leave Alola………….. W-W—W-W We wouldn’t have been able to S-S-S-see you Ahh!” Lusamine suddenly dropped the Phone.

“MOM!!!!!” Lillie shouted, after a few seconds, Lusamine answered.

“S-S-Sorry Lillie……………. I-I-am just………………………….…… Pl-Please come back, I know you want to be with Ash but for now please! If you want, bring Ash here but you, please come back! We don’t know what they will do next! I want the whole family in Alola! Please!!!!!!” Lusamine begged as tears came out of her eyes.

“I…………………………………… I am mom………………… I am coming tomorrow,” Lillie said as tears came from her eyes.

“Y-You will?” Lusamine asked.

“Yes Mom, I am tomorrow, I see you soon, bye!” Lillie said as she cut the phone.

“Arceus why!” Lillie said as she tried to hold back her tears.

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“T-T-T-Thank you Arceus, M-My Daughter will be here soon,” Lusamine said as she tried to calm herself,

“MOM!!!!/Miss Lusamine/DEAR!!!!!” Gladion, Wicke and Mohn shouted as they entered with a Nurse Joy.

“I-I-I-I-I am fine guys!” Lusamine said but Nurse Joy immediately started recording her Blood Pressure.

“What exactly happened to her?” Nurse Joy asked.

“Her hands suddenly started shaking and she said she felt pain in her chest,” Gladion answered.

“Mam what happened to my wife! Please tell me!” Mohn asked in an extremely concerned voice.

“Blood Pressure is high, it is probably an anxiety attack, though carelessness can lead minor or even major heart attack,” Nurse Joy said as she wrote a few medicines on a piece of paper and gave to Gladion before leaving.

“I get the medicine,” Gladion said.

“Gladion, it is alright, I am feeling better,” Lusamine said, calming down a bit.

“Did you not heard the Doctor? YOU HAVE A CHANCE OF HAVING AN HEART ATTACK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!” Gladion shouted.

“Calm down Son, and you, keep quiet and rest!” Mohn said as he patted Gladion’s back.

“I know, but now I have no reason to stress out! Lillie is coming back!!!!!!” Lusamine said in a happy voice, but Gladion and Mohn was not happy.

“You shouldn’t have done that, she and Ash haven’t been in contact for a long time, they should spend time together,” Mohn said.

“I know dear but…………………... I-I-I- We don’t know that the Govt is planning, I don’t want to take any risk I want the whole family in Alola!” Lusamine said as she started to stress again.

“Dear Calm down! Gladion get the medicines!” Mohn said as he tried to calm Lusamine as Gladion ran to get the medicines.

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Lillie walked to Ketchum’s Residence to find Serena and Dawn in Veranda, staring at the sky, looking upset.

“What happened guys?” Lillie asked, trying to hide her sadness.

“Oh, nothing………………………… it just……………………….. we both have to leave tomorrow,” Serena said with a sad tone.

“What? Why?” Lillie asked.

“My Mother is opening a Pokémon Contest School in Twinleaf and she want me to be there for the inaugurations,” Dawn said.

“And My Mom is taking part in the National Rhyhorn Racing, she wants me to be there for support,” Serena said with a sigh.

“Wasn’t she retired?” Lillie asked.

“She has been coming in and out of retirement for the last 5 years,” Serena said.

“Anyways, it seems you get to keep Ash for yourself for now, so jealous,” Dawn said in “Arceus Damn my life” tone.

“Yeah…………………… I also have to leave,” Lillie said as she told the two about what happened. The two immediately hugged her.

“Are you alright?” Serena asked.

“If there is anything we can do, please ask,” Dawn said as Lillie tries to hold back her tears.

“T-T-Thank you guys” Lillie said as she teared up a little.

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Serena, Dawn and Lillie announced the fact that they have to leave tomorrow morning. Ash was………………………….. not happy about it but after learning the circumstances, especially Lillie’s situation, he, along with Brock, Misty, Gary and Delia, took them to the airport with a happy smile. While he was sad from the inside, he understood the side of each of them and bid them farewell. While returning to Ketchum’s residence, both Brock and Misty received called from their families, requesting them to return urgently. Sadly they have to bid their farewell to Ash well, leaving Ash feeling really lonely. Ash, Delia, Pikachu, Gary and Professor Oak were there, but he still felt lonely, felt something was missing.

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Lillie arrived in Alola with desire to meet her family as soon as possible. When see got out of the Airport building, she saw her Mother, Father and brother. But before she could hug them, the Airport Authorities stopped her.

“What happened!!!!!!!!!!!!” Lusamine asked, being denied to hug her daughter after a few days of thinking she will never see her again.

“Pardon us mam but Miss Lillie needs to taken for questioning!” A female officer said as they tried to take Lillie away.

“F-F-For what?” Lillie questioned the stupidity of the Airport Authorities.

“We don’t know mam, we have received orders from the Department of Internal Security,” The officer said.

“What do you mean questioning!!! Is my daughter a terrorist or something!” Lusamine shouted as Gladion and Mohn tried to calm her down.

“Mam please! Otherwise, we have to arrest you,” The officers said. Lusamine and the rest of the family, as well as the people nearby protested but at the end, the authorities took Lillie away.

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Lillie was kept in a room for over 5 hours, without food or even water. No officer came to question her about anything. Soon even Lillie lost her cool.

“WHY AM I HERE!!!!! IT IS CLEAR YOU ALL HAVE NOTHING TO QUESTION ME ABOUT!!!!!! GET ME OUT!!!!!!!!!!” Lillie shouted but no one heard her. She would have been kept longer, if not for this.

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Lusamine was sick tired of waiting. She wanted to see her daughter.

“GIVE ME MY DAUGHTER DAMNIT!!!!!!!!!!!!” Lusamine shouted, like how she has been shouting for the last 4 hours, but this time, something else happened. Lusamine hands started shaking, her chest started to feel an intense pain, she wasn’t able to breath, her mind was going blank.

“M-Mo-M-Mohn?” Lusamine said in a weak tone as she turned to her husband.

“Lusamine?” Mohn said in a confused tone, not knowing what was happening.

“I-I-I-I-I-I-I- OH ARCEUS!!!!!!!!!!” Lusamine suddenly collapsed on the ground, unable to breath, feeling heavy pain in the chest, heart beat going off the rail, it was clear, it was a heart attack.

“MOM/ LUSAMINE!!!!!!!!!” Mohn and Gladion ran to Lusamine.

While this was definitely a tragic accident, it also forced the Internal Security department and Airport Authority to immediately released Lillie, who promptly told the Media about her detention. Finally, after two hours of Surgery, the daughter and Mother were finally allowed to meet and hugged each other.

“Mom……………. T-T-T-T-They told me y-you?” Lillie didn’t have the courage to complete sentence.

“I-I-It ok dear, I-I am fine now, just an open-heart surgery,” Lusamine said as she put on a brave smiled and hug her daughter. She also pulled Mohn and Gladion to have a family hug.

It will be wrong to not have the chapter end on the Aether’s family reunion.

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[ninjahiccups]

The Songbird of Asgard

Chapter 14: Interlude: Chained

AO3 Masterlist Word Count: 4.9k Warnings: Implied adult content, but nothing explicit or described. Odin being an asshole (but we're expecting that).

This one is more of a bridge between this arc and the next, so it's a little shorter. But these last three chapters are coming in quick succession sooooooooo ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

The blissful night had met its end, nothing more than the heated air and moonlight leftover from the heartfelt exchange between them. There were only two bodies in Heimdall's bed, facing each other and holding one another close enough that they may as well have been one being. Eivor was giving him time to sit in silence, aware that he didn't have any way to express the well of emotions bubbling in him. But she could see that he was at peace, hands lazily wandering over her waist and through her hair, occasionally planting a firm kiss on the top of her head. She had no idea exactly what he was thinking, settling into the silence while he figured out how to proceed.

With that inability to guess what he was thinking, she had no clue that he was considering how…unfortunate things would be after such a night. Their current routines no longer felt sufficient. To know that he would leave in the morning, unsure if she would return to her cabin for some time or if she would be waiting for him here, to realize that there was still so much separation between their lives…it was an unspeakable pain stabbing at his gut. A pain that fueled an impulse decision. 

No warning or introduction offered, Heimdall blurted out softly, "I want this every night."

Eivor could only laugh. "That sounds exhausting."

"Not that."

He was so serious, enough to gain Eivor's full attention. She followed his lead and he scooted back from her, stopping just far enough that he could see her face. His smile, so soft and loving, made her stomach flip and her heart nearly stopped. It was such a sweet expression, one he had displayed on occasion, but never this intensely. 

"This," he began, meeting her puzzled gaze. "To have you in my arms every night, and know I'll see you as soon as I wake up every morning. To breathe the same air as you, to know that you'll be here enough for me to devote every free moment to you. That's what I want. You."

It was difficult to keep eye contact as he spoke. She knew what he was saying. He wanted to be certain that their nightly arrangements were no longer "arrangements." He wanted this to be their lives. Doing her best to hold back the kiss she wanted to throw at him, she played coy, pressing him to come out and say it in a way he hadn't been able to. Eyes drawing down briefly, she looked back up at him with a teasing grin. "Are…you asking me to live with you? Is that it?"

Heimdall felt a smirk coming on. She wanted to tease, did she? Well, he certainly knew of a method he'd used twice before that would serve as a perfect counter. Shifting back just a hair, he plastered on a dramatically apologetic look and withdrew his hands. "Oh, yes, of course." Eivor barely let out a hum in confusion before he lifted up to rest on his elbow, looking down at her and holding up his hands like he was attempting to calm her. "Pardon me, how could I forget that you like to do these things formally. Please excuse my negligence."

She knew exactly where this was going. Sighing with exasperation and brow furrowing in annoyance, Eivor also rose to one elbow as she pleaded, "No, Heimdall, not this again."

"Now, now, I'm only tending to your needs with this." He had to hold back a chuckle when she rolled her eyes and exhaled her frustration. Clearing his throat with his knuckles pressed against his lips for added effect, he bellowed, "I, Heimdall, the Scion of the Aesir, Watchman of the Gods, Keeper of Gjallarhorn, and Herald of Ragnarok," said with extra emphasis and lifting his head theatrically, "do hereby humbly request —"

With two fingers on her temple, Eivor grumbled, "There's nothing humble about this."

"Don't interrupt, love, it's rude." His chastising elicited a scoff that melted into a giggle as she looked away and shook her head. Regaining the same exaggerated tone, he continued, "Do hereby humbly request that you…" A brief pause while his face softened and his voice died down to a loving whisper. "Eivor…"

The way he said her name with so much love and wonder made her look up again, her irritated grin melting into a warm smile. His hands reached out and took both of hers between his, eyes never leaving her. "Goddess of gold, beauty incarnate, bearer of my heart, and my beloved Songbird of Asgard…remain here, so that we may live as true lovers do." He gently brushed stray locks behind her ear, pausing between each phrase like they were too holy to force out all at once, "Stay. With me. Forever."

Eivor couldn't keep looking at him, not with the depths of love he displayed in his eyes as he beamed fondly at her. How was she supposed to keep herself calm when everything he said brought her heart to its knees? Even if it didn't, the fact that he said it so freely, not bothering to disguise it and pretend he was so uncaring and nonchalant…he just came out and said it. No funny language morphing it into something else. That was something he wouldn't have been able to do months ago, and she was so proud of him for growing this much.

Nerves making him impatient, Heimdall added smugly, "Was that good enough for you?"

It was hard for her to reply, her eyes already tearing up at the loving words. She tried to take a hand away to rub her eyes but he wouldn't let her go, still waiting for her answer. Looking down, she murmured, "You already know what I'll say."

"Maybe…but this was all just to satisfy your need for formality. It's only polite that you follow suit."

Her grin widened so much that her cheeks hurt. He wanted to hear her say it. He just couldn't admit it. And that was very, very cute to her. As much as she wanted to remain genuine, she chose to play along with his game. Straightening her back and painting on a true yet overly saccharine smile, she responded with the same tone he used, finding amusement in his eyes as she spoke. "I, Eivor, have heard the watchman's humble and not at all melodramatic request, and I am prepared to offer an answer. And that answer is…" Just like him she couldn't keep up the act, growing sincere while she leaned in closer. "Yes. I'll be here. At your side. Always."

She reveled in seeing his smile grow with each word before he dove in, meeting her in a passionate kiss, one that bore so much love that it was a wildfire compared to the candlelit night they just had together. He dragged her back down to the bed, his arms refusing to do anything but circle her waist and hold her so close that there was no space between them. 

Just like that, everything was perfect. Despite this being an agreement to share a home Eivor couldn't help but compare this to marriage vows — a promise to keep their love and joy alive unto eternity, solely because it made them both happy.

There was no way things could sour after this.

Not until after the eavesdropping raven gave its report, at least.

The next day Heimdall had servants sent over to move Eivor's things into his cabin, an order that would absolutely stir up gossip considering how unorthodox it was for a couple that wasn't married. Of course, none of them would say any of it to her, fearful of Heimdall's judgment should he catch wind of their opinions. Truly, Eivor really couldn't care less about this being the talk of the town. Her focus was instead on making a home they would both be happy with, most of her day spent arranging her decorations to blend with his, organizing their shared spaces, daydreaming about always being so close to the god she never knew she would grow to love so much. It paid off, most of the cabin set up by the time Heimdall returned from his duties, finding her standing in the doorway to his — their bedroom, a hand on her chin as she examined the shelves around the alcove. Unable to hold back a grin, he stood behind her and wrapped his arms around her waist, glancing around at her handiwork. Eivor really didn't have too many things to add, yet she managed to incorporate them in a way that made them feel like they had always been there. She finally spoke up while gesturing to the shelves. "What do you think, too crowded?"

He offered a hum before kissing the top of her head. "Would you really change anything if I had complaints?"

"Only if I thought those complaints would keep coming back to annoy me."

All he could do was chuckle. He didn't have it in him to taunt her back when he was as happy as he was. When he leaned down to kiss her cheek she met him halfway, locking lips with all the joy the day had brought them.

That joy remained. For three weeks they settled into their new arrangements, feeling like things were so different even though only so much had changed. It was a time of peace and love, Heimdall being in such a good mood for so long that others were amazed at how…nonviolent he could be when he was irritated. Everything was so idyllic that it didn't seem real sometimes.

Eivor soon learned that, despite how things seemed, they weren't.

Just shy of a month after moving in with Heimdall she received word that Odin wanted to see her. An occasional event, but normal. No alarm bells rang, although the raven keeping a close eye on her as she made her way to the lodge felt more unsettling than usual. Then she knocked on the study door, entering once invited inside. 

The All-Father stood by one of his bookshelves, about halfway between his desk and the door. As casual and warm as usual, Odin greeted, "Good to see you, Eivor. Anything new?"

She edged closer to him, trying to get a look at the books he had lying about. He never really let anyone get a decent look at his collection. "No, although I'm certain you would know if there was."

The All-Father gave her a low laugh, seeming to inflate with the compliment. "Wise words, my dear. And that's actually why I wanted to speak with you." No reply could be given as he wandered to the front of his desk, placing a few books down on it before turning back to her. She couldn't find any connection between his all-seeing nature and her. Not yet. "How's it been with Heimdall?"

"Wonderfully, in all honesty." Pause. "Is that what you want to speak about? Are you still concerned that I'm distracting him?"

Something twisted in Odin, she could see it even though his eyes remained on the books on his desk. His warm, friendly smile morphed into a more cynical one. "Observant and cunning, as always."

Slowly, almost lazily, he made his way around to the other side of his desk as Eivor stepped closer to it. "I understand your concern, All-Father, I do. But I assure you I want Heimdall to fulfill his duties as much as you do. He enjoys them, and I don't want to—"

"Oh I know, I know. It's not about the details anymore. Now we're looking at the bigger picture." He sat down, folding his hands in front of him. 

Eivor shook her head, completely bemused. "I'm sorry, but I don't understand."

"Which is why I'm going to say it clearly this time." 

This time? Meaning his first warning was merely a prelude to this?

Sitting straight in his chair, looking every bit like the king he was, Odin stated firmly and clearly, with a draconian tone, "First and foremost, Heimdall works for me. That's who. He. Is."

His hand shot up to silence her when she reached out in rage, having no fear of correcting the All-Father himself. Heimdall dedicated his life to Asgard, but he was so much more, and not even Odin could degrade him in such a way. Nonetheless, she obeyed him, keeping her arm suspended as he rested his elbows on the table, folding his hands in front of his chin. 

Voice chilling, colder than the depths of Hel itself, he said one more thing. 

"And I will do whatever is necessary to keep it that way."

Every molecule in the air froze, the sinister aura piercing down to her bones. Eivor's hand pulled back to curl into her chest as the horror draped over her expression, her breath and blood running cold.

He was threatening her.

For what? Loving Heimdall?

No, because Heimdall loved her. 

If he was so against it, then why did he allow it? He even encouraged it at times. But now he was warning her that he would throw her away if she overstepped too much? That he would leave Heimdall alone and distressed yet still expect him to behave like a perfect servant? It was a cruelty that was beyond her comprehension.

It was then she remembered all the stories. All the tales of Odin's lies and tricks, the murder and obsessions. Now she knew that the gentle, at times bumbling old god he had shown everyone was not real. That Odin was the sham, and this was the real All-Father. He had fooled everyone in the realm, even Heimdall. And herself. She was now trapped in the web he had spun around everyone in the realms. He would destroy anyone as soon as it gave him an advantage.

Including Heimdall. Someday. He would take away everything that made Heimdall happy, trick him into keeping up his work regardless of his misery. Until Odin betrayed him.

If he hadn't already.

And that thought made her soul shake in panic.

The evil smile Odin wore could scare fire into fizzling out. "You're smart, you get the message."

Yes, she did.

Heimdall was his, and no one else's.

Robotically, head spinning from the violent turn things took, Eivor nodded. Every ounce of courage was drained, all rebellion in her evaporated. She couldn't maintain her bravery in the face of such a monster.

"Good. We have an understanding then." His smile returned to that deceivingly warm charm, making her shiver. He waved his hand uncaringly, but his voice was commanding. Demeaning. Evil. "Dismissed."

Eivor couldn't take another breath in that room, fleeing as soon as he allowed her to. 

There was only one loose end that the All-Father couldn't tie up. But Heimdall would unwittingly take care of it himself.

Smirking, Odin released Huginn from his tattoos, the bird landing on the perch on his desk. "In about an hour, bring Heimdall here. I'm sure he would want to hear about this and go check on his little 'Songbird."

The raven only squawked in compliance.

Eivor paced through their cabin, testing out barriers and staves and spells. She had to have something that could shield more than just her from Odin's gaze. Something to keep his nose out of her and Heimdall's lives long enough for her to warn her lover and find a way out of Asgard. It was just something she had never even tried before. Why would she? Until now there was no reason to figure out how to completely shut out the All-Father himself.

She scoffed in frustration as her latest attempt failed to produce any meaningful results, the distress making her hyperventilate and plaster her hands over her face. What was she supposed to do?

The sound of the door opening barely registered on her mind. It was midday. Heimdall wouldn't be back until the evening. The blood drained from her face as she pictured Odin sauntering in to punish her for already trying to find a way to escape him. Dread and fear subsided only after she heard her name in a welcomed voice. 

Heimdall entered their room, and the sight was so relieving that Eivor ran to him and embraced him without a word. He chuckled, though it sounded strained, worried. "A little raven told me something was wrong."

Green eyes shot open. Odin told Heimdall himself. Either this was a test, or he wanted her to think she had some semblance of control only to rip it away. Whatever it was, the bastard was already two steps ahead.

She pushed away from Heimdall, gathering her breath and whispering, "We need to leave."

"Leave?" The watchman smirked and glanced around the room, making no effort to be discreet. "Are you trying to hide something from me?"

"Heimdall, I'm serious," she hissed, his smirk fading immediately. "We need to leave Asgard."

Brow furrowed and still speaking at full volume, he replied, "Why on earth would we do that?"

Seeing that Heimdall wouldn't get the very obvious idea that she was trying to be quiet, she dropped the secrecy. "It's dangerous here."

"It certainly is not. All-Father would —"

"Heimdall, listen to me!" He did as she asked, looking totally confounded at her worry. "All-Father spoke to me in his study. He told me he would hurt me if I got much closer to you."

Still having no idea what she was saying, he replied with a quiet, "What?"

"He doesn't see you as an advisor, he thinks you are his puppet. And he's ready to harm you and anyone else to get what he wants. We can't stay here!"

"That's not true."

His rejection was so blunt that he may as well have slapped her. He truly wouldn't even consider it? There had to be some clues he had seen that would add up with her story. "What do you mean? You've never read a single thing from him that makes you see that?"

"I've never been able to read All-Father. His power is beyond my own."

So matter-of-fact. Which meant it had always been this way. Odin must have some sort of magic guarding him from Heimdall's foresight and fed him excuses to disguise it. The roots Odin planted into Heimdall were far more vast than she could have known, and the old monarch knew it. "Well, fine, you don't need to read him, just me. Look at me and you'll see that I'm not lying. I never lie to you!"

That she did not, and he could see it. He did as she asked and dove into her mind, seeing thoughts and images that supported her every word. Yet somehow…they didn't make sense. It was like they were blurred before he could fully analyze them, pages ripped in half before he even saw them. She was telling the truth, but the truth didn't feel…possible. "You're mistaken," he said sternly and mechanically.

He felt the despair was over her. "What? No, Heimdall, you can see it!"

He could, but he couldn't. The more he tried to look, or even just believe her blindly, the more his head started to pound, giving the same pain he felt when he was overstimulated. His fingers pressed into his brow as he looked away, jaw clenching tighter and tighter as Eivor continued, "I'm not trying to trick you or hurt anybody, I'm trying to get you to see the truth that I missed before it's too late. We're not safe here. We never have been."

Losing patience, Heimdall glared at her and bit back, "Everyone is safe here, I make sure of that."

"You think you are, but you can't!" She cried desperately.

With that pounding headache he couldn't keep it together, rage erupting. "Oh really?! Have I not saved you from incompetence many times by now?"

"That's not the point!"

"Then what is?! That suddenly All-Father is this diabolical fiend that is out to destroy everyone?"

"It's not sudden, it's always been that way. We just can't see it!"

The anger only boiled hotter at the suggestion that he was so foolish that he missed something that obvious. "Ha! Well then, if we pretend that's true, then what exactly are you trying to accomplish by assuming I'll believe this slander?"

His denial stole all rationale from Eivor, her admission becoming more of an argument. "He will hurt you, maybe even kill you—" Heimdall scoffed at that. "I'm trying to protect you!"

Teeth bared and growling, he snapped, "I don't need protecting! Protecting is what I was born to do!"

Everything in him rejected all of it as she pleaded with him to listen, until her insistence tipped him over the edge.

"Why can't you trust me? I'm trying to help you, I'm—"

He snapped. "I don't need your help! I will never need help!" Eivor took a step away as he threw his hand down and lashed out. "I didn't bring you here to 'help' me, so shut up and drop it!"

A sigh to release the tension. Only then did he hear the ringing of his own words. And what they would mean to Eivor. When he finally stopped seeing red he found her cowering, staring at him with wide eyes filled with hurt, tears welling up as he felt her terrified disbelief. Right away he regretted every word, opening his mouth to correct them. But he couldn't, not after she looked away and closed her mind to him, not wanting him to feel the pain he had just inflicted. The sudden silence surrounding her was more painful than the headache that had just disappeared without a trace. Saying nothing, Eivor bit her lip to keep it from trembling and prepared to leave, Heimdall's hand catching her arm the only thing stopping her. "Wait," he begged, not even caring that he was.

Never before had he seen her act so cold, not even looking at him. "Why should I?"

"I didn't mean it."

"Oh, really?" She spat bitterly. "You swear you only say what you mean until it's inconvenient for you? Like everyone else?"

In her case she was referring to the individuals who had used her in the past, but to him it was literal. Yes, he had yet again stooped to the common swine's level and proved she was better than him. But he would fix it right away this time.

He tried to pull her closer but she wouldn't budge, forcing him to step to her front. Eivor felt his fingers gently caress her chin, the warm touch easily guiding her gaze upward in spite of herself. Her mind was still closed as he mumbled sincerely, "A lapse in judgment." When she didn't seem to accept that, he fell back on the last resort. 

"I'm sorry."

The second time she had ever heard Heimdall apologize. He only used that phrase when he knew he had made a serious error, and the fact that he recognized his outrage as a mistake calmed Eivor. Even though the hurt remained she leaned into his hand, letting him feel her mind again. 

"I see that you're scared…" He wasn't even sure what to say. Everything she implied was so ludicrous, yet he couldn't just dismiss it either. Not when it was her saying all of this. While he was trying to find the words, Eivor hoped that maybe, just maybe, he believed her now. 

It was not to be.

"...but there's nothing to be afraid of. You're safe here. I'll keep you safe."

Before she could stop, she replied sadly, "But who is keeping you safe?"

Heimdall smiled softly, holding her face with both hands as he boasted, "I'll take care of that too." It wasn't enough for her, he could tell by her eyes leaving his in disappointment. "This is all just a…a misunderstanding. I'll speak with All-Father, clear all of this up. Everything will be fine."

With no strength left to argue, Eivor took her face away and nodded. There was still so much hurt that Heimdall could feel — hurt that he had caused. Hurt that could drive her away. Without a thought he took her in his arms and pulled her to his chest, praying she would feel his repentance. Her arms dangling at her sides, not moving to hug him in return, showed that she didn't. After such a glorious month of spending his life with her, he'd crossed a line. There was no way he would go back to living alone, to going through life without her. He'd made a terrible mistake.

One that fueled the instantaneous words he couldn't keep from escaping.

"Please don't leave me."

His voice was so small, like a little boy who was looking for his lost mother. So terrified that he wouldn't have her anymore. The sadness undid her resentment right away, body relaxing and arms raising to wrap around his neck and pull his nose into her shoulder. Forgiveness came easily. He was angry. Of course he said something he didn't mean. As much as he claimed perfection, he was, in fact, flawed. To forget that just because he was upset wasn't fair to him, and Eivor knew that. He still loved her, still wanted her, and she was willing to give him the kindness and understanding he was not yet capable of possessing himself.

Still, all the silence did was allow reality to set in.

He didn't believe her.

It was heartbreaking to confirm. This man who could witness truth and detect falsehood at a glance refused to take the facts she gave him over his loyalty to a false god. He didn't take a moment to consider with his own mind instead of his blinded foresight about what she had to say, or how fearful she was. After all this time. Granted, it was a blink compared to a god's lifespan, but it felt like so much longer to them. Like centuries.

As depressing as it was, she couldn't find it in herself to blame him. His entire life has been spent serving Odin. The All-Father and Asgard were the center of his world, and forgetting everything one has ever known couldn't be done in a single moment. However, Odin wouldn't allow her to gradually convince him to see the truth either. If Heimdall didn't believe her now, he never would. 

Still, she couldn't stay there. She couldn't serve another power that she didn't agree with just because it was the life she had been given. That was something she had sworn to leave behind, a decision that Heimdall had helped her make. Remaining in Asgard, assisting a vile god committing horrible crimes, was a path she would not accept. But if she didn't…Odin made it perfectly clear that he had no reservations of making her disappear like so many others.

She had to leave. To run away. Her magic had hid her from Odin before. If she played her cards right, she could slip away and stay out of his ravens' sight.

Then she heard it again.

Please don't leave me.

That option became inconceivable as those words echoed in her mind. Hearing how broken Heimdall sounded, how devastated he was by the mere thought of her leaving…she couldn't hurt him like that. He would never trust anyone, never feel his emotions freely or enjoy life for himself ever again. That wasn't what she wanted for him. She couldn't hurt him just to save herself. She couldn't do that to him. Especially when that hurt would only drive him closer to the mastermind.

Then what? That left her trapped, under Odin's thumb all while she knew he saw Heimdall was nothing more than a mindless minion to him until it came time to Odin to dispose of him.

No matter how long she remained, her eventual demise by the All-Father's hand was inevitable. If she stayed, her life was just as forfeit as Heimdall's happiness would be if she ran away. 

So what did she want more? Her life, or Heimdall's well-being?

It took only a second to decide. Her arms gripped him tighter, resolve strong. 

One day Odin would get rid of her. Knowing Odin, that was something she couldn't stop now. Even if she tried and had some success, he would find a way. If she were to die one way or the other, she wanted the time she had left to be spent supporting Heimdall, tying herself to his invisible chains to make him feel as free as possible. She wouldn't leave him to suffer alone. She would be with him. Until she couldn't anymore.

"I won't," she whispered, feeling him nestle into her further. "I'll always be here."

That was her silent oath. It sealed her fate, but it was a fate she would accept for him.

Huginn flew away, ready to send in the final report on this master. There was no need to monitor them as carefully now. Everything had gone exactly as planned. 

And Odin didn't care to listen to Eivor after Heimdall left, sitting down against a wall and sobbing. Lamenting how unfair it was that Heimdall gave so much and would get nothing in return.

Her only hope was that one day fate would be tested.

And tested it would be.

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If you aren't sure what Odin's plan is, it'll be explained a little more later, dw bb

[heartbreak-shot]

somewhere that's green.

the garlean empire: mine by blood, by name, but not by choice.

i should have wanted it. i should have known better than to turn my nose up at the silver platter gifted to me. shouldn't i? shouldn't i?

garlemald, my heart. twisted, gnarled, forsaken. the walls that raised me never had enough eyes.

"someone should have been watching over me more carefully," i would have said, i would have said if i believed my blood was not an excuse to treat me as a tool. they called me brilliant; they called me terrifying. it didn't matter. i wanted to be seen.

i was always a pawn. a stepping stone to get to the heart of the empire -- my glorious, resplendent father. even before solus passed, varis had made his plans clear.

even as a child, i was a means to an end. that i would crave my father's love or acceptance would be natural of me, but i was unnatural. i did not want his approval. i could do without the very thought of it ever crossing my mind.

did he deserve his end? the one i gave him? does it matter?

frozen mountains giving way to earthen hills and dazzling stretches of clear water; they said all of it was within my reach. my great-grandfather had willed it thus. my father had forged a fist of me through his absence; through his negligence, i learned a different kind of warfare.

the crystal: power, electricity running through me. i became the semiconductor. for a moment, there was clarity. i could think beyond the haze, reach out and touch something beyond my limits. was i there all along, hidden on the far side of the glass? when would my reflection show me what i needed to see? when would what i needed become what i should want?

i was never the architect of my own fate.

one man's death would lead to the deaths of many more. the glimpse of myself i had seen in his eyes was forever beyond my grasp. so i thought.

they call it "anhedonia," this curse among curses. this emptiness that consumes more than the empire ever could. to compare them is a laughable reach.

in my dreams, i saw another star -- this one -- fading, falling. hells opened, heavens wept. but how could i care? there was nothing in any world for me, not that would satisfy the emptiness.

in another man's eyes, i saw resolve. he fell upon my sword but did not die. i let him live. why did i let him live?

violence chases violence. the villain finds in his foil a mirror, and craves nothing more than to reach through it. to take his enemy's hand into his own and ask him to bare everything.

he knows better what to do with my life than i ever did.