#seriously i never thought i would be able to fill pages and pages with my drawings in such little time

[mwahmimi]

Boyfriend!Eddie finds your porn history. Eddie Munson x female reader. Smut. Blurb🍆

Word count- 1.2k

🍆 “Hey baby.. umm I don’t wanna embarrass you..”Eddie was sprawled across the couch, his limbs representing an octopus whilst his curls fell down the arm of the couch. You had let him borrow your laptop, Dustin had split soda over Eddie’s during their latest dnd campaign. He smiles as he notices your wall-paper is a picture of the pair of you, that trip to the forest was one of your favourites.

“Huh?” You spoke, confusion filling the air. You were easily embarrassed so just the thought of being embarrassed made your face flush. “It’s just, I lost my page I was working on so- so I went on the history page to find it again. But I didn’t just find my campaign document, I saw your umm history. Baby I, I don’t want you to be embarrassed I mean we all do it right?” Your face burns under his words, you know exactly what he’s stumbled across.

“Seriously doll, your choices here.. My innocent little girl, isn’t so innocent huh?”He smirks, eyes gazing over your flushed face. You feel stuck to the floor, like any moment now the ground is going to open up and swallow you whole. “Eddie-“ You finally manage to muster up the courage to speak, your words causing your stomach to churn in shyness. “It’s okay. It’s all okay princess. I’m impressed, I mean let’s see here. ‘Blonde babe worships her step-father’s sweaty balls’ Well that’s filthy isn’t it? ‘Anal training’ Oh? You want me to take that other little hole for a test drive? ‘Double penetration mmf threesome.’ Sweet girl I had no idea you could be so kinky! Look at this here. ‘Submissive girl has play time with Daddy.’ Is that me? I’m your daddy?” He teases, his smirk practically audible in his voice as he teases. Your embarrassed self can’t handle much more. He was never meant to see this, these searches they were just late night curiosity. Late night self pleasure when Eddie couldn’t be there with you.

You nod, fiddling with the hem of your shirt. Your hands need to be doing something as the anxiety reaches your throat. You swallow it down and gulp in nervousness as Eddie walks towards you. He takes his hand and caresses your face softly. His touch both exhilarating and comforting under the current circumstances. “You weren’t meant to see that.” You swallow the saliva collected in your mouth. “It’s just… porn. For when you’re not here and I- well you know the rest.” You speak so quietly that you could hear a pin drop in the room, the atmosphere was tense but he couldn’t seem more relaxed. Eddie’s smile beams, under the knowledge they were really your searches and you didn’t try and lie your way out of it.

“And are those the sorts of desires my princess has been having on those oh-so-lonely nights where she’s banished to stay in her castle?” He speaks in his dungeon master voice, running his index finger down your throat, smirking as he watches your throat gulp and the goosebumps appearing down your neck and arms. Your feet feel superglued to the floor, stuck in confrontation you can do nothing but stare at the carpet, looking your boyfriend in the eye seems alien in this moment.

“Yes. But don’t think you have to indulge me! If you’re not comfortable we never have to do any of that. I’ll never force you Eds.” You babble, worrying about every word in your speech sounding patronising or rude. You look up to him, doe-eyed with a hint of regret. He smiles, holding the back of your head softly. Cupping your chin with his finger he raises your head to meet him at eye level.

“Oh darling girl. How naive. I would move the heavens and earth for you. You’re asking me to fill both of your holes, let you call me daddy and worship my balls while they’re sweaty? It’s filthy. It’s a little taboo. Perverse maybe. Letting my girl worship me and being able to spoil both of her holes with pleasure? It’s a mere inconvenience, I mean you’re really gonna have to pay me back for this sweetheart you know.” Eddie jokes, speaking in his dungeon master voice again. Knowing that voice always flusters you, as if you needed to be any more flustered.

Staring at the floor, “So you’re okay with it?” You ask earnestly. “More than okay. In fact, come to think of it.. I haven’t showered yet today. Definitely haven’t shaved my balls in ummmm ever? How about you take that pretty face of yours down there and make your daddy feel good?” You needed no further encouragement, you’d already been hiding your arousal from the embarrassment of being found out about your kinks, humiliation being another one.

You unbuckled and shimmied off Eddie’s jeans, palming him through his boxers as he grunts your name and several curse words. He was hard as a rock already, and a small wet patch over his boxers where he’d begun to leak a bead of pre-cum. Instincts took after and you licked up the wet stripe of his underwear, vaguely tasting his salty fluid. With your face so close to his underwear clad genitals, you couldn’t help but breathe in his scent. The odour of sweat and pre-cum mixed together was your perfect aphrodisiac. Nestling your face into his hard on, you inhale all you can of him. Eddie slides off his boxers and takes his cock into his hand, jerking it slowly whilst looking down at you. You look up with ‘fuck me’ eyes and a cheeky smile, removing his hand from his length.

You lean upwards, placing your nose under his cock. His pubes tickle your nose as you lick circles over his fuzzy balls, swallowing the loose hairs that collect on your tongue. “Dirty fucking girl aren’t you? So gross.” Eddie mutters through his teeth biting down on his bottom lip. You smirk, all innocence leaving your body. You steady your hand on the tip of his cock as it begins to leak again, taking one of his balls into your mouth and suckling as if it was a pacifier. You speak as best as you can whilst sucking onto him. The noises you make aren’t translate-able, they’re more-so moans and groans. “Don’t speak with your mouthful angel.” Eddie coos, taking your hair into a ponytail and holding it behind your head. He forces his ball out of your mouth and guides your mouth onto his cock. “M’so close.” He grunts as he fucks your mouth, pulling you backwards and forwards onto his dick so far down your throat that you’re gagging. You slurp up the salvia that begins to dangle from his length. He comes undone in your mouth, emptying the fuzzing balls that were once in your mouth and you taste the liquid that you’ve had a hunger for. A rope of cum hangs from your lip and he wipes it up with his finger, before helping you swallow the last drop from sucking it up off of his finger.

“Thank you daddy.” You look up at Eddie with a shit-eating grin like butter wouldn’t melt. “My good little girl.” He responds, you mentally thank yourself for never clearing your search history. 🍆

[riiwrites]

“Go for it, Itadori!”

SUMMARY : it seems the sunshine of jujutsu high has developed feelings for you! such a shame you’re a little too clueless to realise it though. oh well, looks like he’ll have to turn to his friends for advice!

GENRE : fluff with a smidge of angst!

A/N : i am currently starting up a new taglist specifically for jjk, so please click on the taglist link and specify what you want to be tagged in for future posts. this is my first time writing for jjk so please be polite, i was a bit wary on starting something new. enjoy!

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Ever since Yuji Itadori had laid eyes on you he knew he was in for it.

You had timidly walked in with your jujutsu uniform on, twiddling with your fingers in a nervous manner as you looked down at them wary and all.

He just thought you looked oh so cute.

So when he hears he’ll be tagging along with you in missions, he knew that was the perfect way to start.

“Hey!” He calls out to you as you’re packing up your things when everyone begins to leave the classroom. “Im Yuji, Yuji Itadori!” He extends his hand.

You turn to look at him and you take a moment to study his face, his cheerful eyes full of so much light you swear you can feel the light radiating off of them. You can’t help but crack a little smile, meeting his hand with yours as you shake it gently.

“Y/N, Y/N L/N.” You say softly, and he swears he could just melt from how sweet you speak. He already knows your name from when Gojo introduced you to the rest of the class, but you could repeat your name over and over again and he would never get bored of it.

A few months go by and you two are as close as ever. You are constantly with eachother no matter the occasion and have become completely inseparable.

Megumi and Nobara begin to notice it too. They think it’s sweet, sure. But they can’t help but notice how Yujis cheeks light a certain shade of pink everytime you look his way..

“So, what’s the deal with you and Y/N?” Nobara blurts out randomly. Luckily, you weren’t able to attend the little hangout your friends had invited you to, so you weren’t able to hear into this excruciating and painful conversation Nobara was about to have with Yuji.

Yuji looks up from his dessert he was eating, eyes blown wide with a frozen look on his face, visibly not expecting this sudden question. “Um, I don’t..follow..”

“Oh you know exactly what I mean, Itadori!” Nobara huffs, her eyebrows furrowing as she crossed her arms, clearly not backing down from this until she gets thorough answers. “I see the way you look at her, so does Fushiguro.”

“I do..?” Megumi questions with a slightside glance, seemingly only piecing together what’s going on right now. Nobara sighs loudly as she leans back in the booth chair. “Seriously? Try to keep up, Fushiguro..”

“H-hey now I don’t understand! You don’t get to just make up assumptions about me that you obviously know nothing about?!” Yuji stands up from his seat dramatically, evidently flustered at this sudden attack.

“Oh yeah? And what assumptions that?” Nobara asks with a raised eyebrow.

“That I like Y/N!! I don’t!!”

“I never said anything about you liking them?”

Silence fills the small cafe as shame and embarrassment creeps up on Yuji like an insect.

“..Oh.”

So yeah, he’s not sly with it.

With that established, Nobara and Megumi (by force) made it their duty to hype Yuji up so he can confess and you two can be together.

Now see, Yuji had saw signs beforehand that you may reciprocate the same feelings. You fidgeted more than normal, you also had that same tinted patch on pink on your cheeks when you see him, and your eyes light up with the same amount of sparkle as his when you speak to him.

What? He notices!

So when he finally musters up enough courage to confess that he likes you whilst you two are out together at your favourite boba shop, it’s safe to say he was rather shocked at the response you give him.

“Huh? I already know that Yuji!”

He shoots his head up to look at you, eyes as wide as a grape as he blinks numerous times.

“S-say what now?!”

“Yeah! Otherwise you wouldn’t be my friend!”

Whoop, there it is.

“..R-right! Yeah! Just wanted to be clear..!”

Safe to say, he’s super embarrassed. I mean, can you blame him? You just friend-zoned the poor boy into oblivion! So, when he gets home, he turns to another friend for advice.

“Listen, brother. You just have to show them what you’re all about!” Todo says with a confident look. “Show them what all that trainings been for, eh?!” He flexes his muscles, to which Yuji gives him a dreadful look.

“I don’t wanna make them uncomfortable!” Yuji argues.

“What? Brother a little flexing won’t hurt anybody!”

Yuji had little hope holding out for Todo, but he supposed a little advice was better than none. With Todo’s last words ringing in his mind, he set off the next morning with a confident look and chest held high.

“Go for it, brother!”

The next morning came and you and Yuji were currently on your way in Ijichi’s car to a local neighbourhood which held a limited number of cursed spirits that were tormenting the citizens. You both sat next to eachother as you chatted to him.

“So, did you get home safely?” You ask him, referring to last night after the ‘boba tea friend-zone’ incident.

“Oh! Uh, yeah totally.” He says with a faux chill tone, looking out the window as he places his hand on the back of his neck. “I actually got into a fight with some cursed spirits while walking back..”

Well, that part was a lie, but he had to make an excuse somehow!

You gasp in worry, eyebrows knitting together in concern as you reach to touch his shoulder. “Oh goodness, are you okay?”

Yujis face flushes, but luckily you can’t see that due to him looking the opposite direction. So he sorts himself out before he takes a deep breath and turns to you, his face now neutral and unbothered.

“Yeah, I’m chill..” He emphasises the ‘chill’ with a huge stretch of his arms, flexing them to you subtly with a nod. “Just got to put my training to use, slaying them curses like nothing matters, you get me?” He says with a ‘gangster’ like tone that Todo had previously taught him.

You take a moment to process what he’s saying, blinking a few times before withdrawing your hand and backing away a little.

“Yuji, are you sure you’re feeling okay..?” You ask, your face and tone only increasing in concern and worry. Yujis expression falters, realising he’s only making you feel worse, which isn’t what he wanted at all.

“N-no! Im good really..! Sorry! Im sorry!” He apologises, taking your hands in his and lowering his head repeatedly.

Ijichi has never been more confused in his life.

After that, Todo was officially ticked off the list for ‘asking for relationship advice’ and he was strictly forbidden from trying to contribute.

“The best thing to do is to flourish them with compliments! You gotta give them a flashy smile and charm them with your romantic gestures!” Panda exclaims with a gleam to his teeth.

“Isn’t there a word for that..?” Nobara asks “What’s it called?”

“Love bombing?” Megumi replies.

“Yeah! You don’t want to do that to Y/N!” Nobara says with an intense shaking of her head.

“Woah woah hey now! Let’s not get too hasty throwing around words.” Panda argues. “A little complimenting never hurt anyone!”

Suddenly, Yuji got deja vu from Todo all over again.

“Trust me, pal. Once you get them with your words, they’ll be swooning all over you!” Panda says with a thumbs up. “Go for it, Itadori!”

Yuji couldn’t help but hesitate, but he pushes through that uneasy feeling and takes the advice with a heavy heart.

The sky was filled with bright that complimented the colour of the dark night, but Yuji wasn’t interested in that.

Not when the most beautiful thing was right beside him, staring up at the night sky with a cute smile.

“You like the stars?” He asks quietly, eyes focused on your face.

“Yeah, they’re unreal.” You reply, a slight glimmer in your eyes as you speak.

“..You’re unreal..” He responds, to which you look at him instantly just to make sure you got your hearing right.

“..Im sorry?” Yuji almost backs down when you say that, but he has to try.

“Y-you’re unreal, you’re so beautiful.” He continues, leaning closer to you. “I could look into your eyes for hours because they’re just so pleasing to look at!”

Pleasing? Okay maybe he has to rein it in a bit!

You back away instantly, and his heart breaks a little.

“I-..I have to go home..” You say abruptly, standing up and grabbing your things. Yuji is set into panic mode.

“W-what? Why?” He says, his tone and demeanour now completely changed.

“You’ve-“ You stop for a moment, choosing your words wisely before you speak. “You have been acting different recently, Yuji. You’re not yourself.”

“No, no I have been myself! Really, I have!” He attempts to reassure you, scurrying to get off the grass and up to try and get you to stop.

“Well, you haven’t been my Yuji as of late.” You say a matter of factly, and that statement breaks Yujis heart into a million pieces. His expression falters, and he looks defeated.

“Y/N, please..” He says weakly, standing there.

“Yuji I just think you need to have some time to yourself for a while, call me when you’ve thought this through.” You whisper as you walk past and away from him, leaving the poor shell of a boy by himself as he stands, completely and utterly stunned at this sudden reality check.

Everyone noticed the lack of cheer and sun radiating off of Yuji the next day, and it made people feel uneasy.

As soon as he stepped into class the room had a lack of colour and lack of light to it, it felt..dull.

But the others can easily piece together what happened.

“Pandas advice didn’t work?” Megumi asks as he looks at Yuji moping on his desk as the bell rings.

“Or Todos, or yours or Nobaras..” Yuji mumbles as he holds his head in his hands. “They hate me..”

“Got your text!” Panda announces as he walks in the classroom, followed by Toge and Maki.

“Yeesh, that bad huh?” He asks.

“Your advice didn’t work. They got freaked out and went home..”

Maki raises an eyebrow. “What did you do?”

Yuji was about to reply, but Nobara interrupts. “He freaked them out with weird compliments.”

“Are you serious?” Yuji covers his ears at Maki’s raised voice.

“Aghhh! I know I know okay?! It was bad enough that I took Todos advice too a—“

“You took Todo’s advice? My god you really are an idiot.” At this Yuji flinches, snapping his head up with a defensive look. “Hey! You gotta be nice to me I’m weeping over here!!”

Maki sighs, before pulling up a chair and sitting down across from Yuji. “You wanna know why they aren’t getting the hint?”

Yuji hesitates for a moment but slowly nods. Maki takes a breath before answering.

“It’s because all they are focused on is how much you’ve changed around them recently and they aren’t wanting to go out with someone like that.” She explains. “They want you for you, not some Todo or Panda lookalike.”

“Im a good guy you know..” Panda mumbles.

“Have you atleast done the most basic thing and asked them out on a date?” Maki asks.

Yuji thinks for a moment, before his eyes go wide and he slaps himself on the head. “Damn it!!”

“Oh you’ve got to be kidding me..”

The clock read 10:15pm, you were currently finishing up some homework on your desk when suddenly a phone ring interrupts you from your studies.

Yuji! ❤️ is calling…

You can’t help the little smile that escapes your lips but you hold a little worry, just what was he going to utter out now..?

Still, you pick up the phone, holding it to your ear.

“Hello?” Theres a moment of rustling and background sound before you hear his voice.

“H-hi! I thought it through, can we talk?”

Your smile grows wider and you nod, although he can’t even see you. “Of course we can Yuji..”

“Great!” You can hear the excitement and relief in his voice through the phone. “Because it would be a bit awkward if you didn’t look out your window right now..”

Say what now?

Your heads snaps up from your work as you stand up from your chair, walking over to your window.

It was absolutely pouring it down with rain outside, but that never stopped Yuji. There he was, drenched from head to toe in water from the blistering rain as he stands there with a dopey smile on his face, phone in hand.

“Open up for a moment?”

You rush downstairs and put on your raincoat and slippers before opening the door and walking towards him, he waits until you’re right infront of him to speak.

“Is it okay if I ask you to not speak until I’ve finished?” He asks, you nod.

Yuji nods mostly to himself, before taking a deep breath in.

“You’re right, I haven’t been myself recently.” He starts, thinking of his words and picking them thoroughly. “But, I’d be lying if I said I have been myself at all around you.”

You raise an eyebrow in confusion, parting your lips.

“When I’m around you, you make me a different version of myself. You make me feel in such a good way I never knew was possible.” He continues, looking into your eyes as he does. “You make me feel all fuzzy it makes my stomach hurt, you make my heart beat out my chest like I’m dying.” He laughs nervously as he speaks, to which you smile and giggle yourself.

“W-what im trying to say is..I like you, Y/N. More than a friend and more than anything. I have since the moment I laid eyes on you.”

Your eyes widen a bit, your smile widening as the same familiar patch of pink spreads across both of your cheeks. A moment of silence fills the air before he speaks up once more.

“Would you like to go out with me?”

In that moment when you look at him, you don’t see anyone else. You see Yuji, you only see Yuji and that’s all you’ve ever wanted.

So your answer is borderline clear when you open your mouth and say..

“I’d like that alot.”

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[yinyangyandere]

ll Yandere Anxiety HCs 🧡

[SPOILERS FOR INSIDE OUT 2]

Synopsis; A long list of headcanons on how I think Anxiety would be like as a yandere, as well as somewhat of a fanfic

ll Caution: General Yandere Mindset, Mental Manipulation, Betrayal, Obsessive/Possessive Behaviors, Bad Ending, Possible OOC Writing

A.N.; Not me literally writing a 9-page Google HC Doc yandere scenario for an emotion jfnjrndjnredj3j3er But seriously, I love Anxiety so much. I felt like she had a good deal of nuance to her character, in-between her wanting to help Riley for the future with good intentions in mind, but executing it poorly. Should go without saying she’s probably my fave in the franchise, and one of my fave Disney characters now.

At the same time, I noticed a lot of her behavior could potentially be ripe for a depiction where she wanted to protect Riley SO much that she’d do anything for her. Eventually, that led to me making this; it should be noted that you are not Riley in this though. It’s intended to be a what-if situation, if OG Anxiety displayed yandere-typical behavior and was inside your head instead. Hope that makes sense.

Anyways, make sure to acknowledge the warnings before reading further! If any of the above topics make you feel even a bit uncomfortable, don’t be afraid to look out for yourself and click off. Your mental health is important!

If anyone needs anything additional tagged, I’ll do so and edit the post with the added warning. Other than that, I hope you enjoy!

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First things first, I’m so sorry for you; imagine having a yandere that exists solely in your head, and no matter how hard you try to get rid of them, they’ll always be there. They exist as essentially a part of you, and removal of such things is far from easy. Especially so if that yandere in question is a personification of an emotion, which leads me to your lovesick “headmate” today: Anxiety.

🧡 ll Start:

She first showed up when you first began your puberty, similarly to Riley’s Anxiety from the movie. Like the others, she adores you and only wishes for the best when it comes to you. But all the while, the love Anxiety felt for you was growing more and more with each passing day, much more exponentially than what the other emotions in HQ felt.

Unconsciously, she slips her way into becoming the lead emotion, making you become an overall cautious individual as a whole. The others mostly disapproved of this, but they still went along with what Anxiety had in store for you since she could be pretty good at persuading everyone else into what she wanted.

Anxiety would, of course, step back so the rest can help you when needed, but as time went on, the other emotions needed to be more insistent on getting Anxiety to back down from the Control Panel. It had gotten to the point where Anxiety was basically piloting you for nearly the entire day without any of their input!

However, an awful pit in her stomach grew as well. Anxiety couldn’t help but squeeze her criss-crossed arms together as she observed your Joy manipulate the panel. ‘You were doing just fine with me in control!’ Anxiety couldn’t help but think to herself. ‘There’s no reason why I needed to step down!’

This feeling, this thought, persisted through multiple days and weeks. All the while, scenarios of you having a bad future because one of them made a mistake replayed on loop inside the girl’s head. She could’ve stepped in and stopped them, making sure you were safe, but she didn’t! She wouldn’t ever be able to forgive herself if she couldn’t protect you!

Anxiety, while she disliked these feelings, grew into someone who didn’t talk much to the others. She became antisocial, only focusing on tending to you and ensuring both your safety and happiness.

Sleepless nights and jealousy-filled days passed, and her obsession towards you never waned in the slightest. It grew, larger and more present, until it encompassed her entire life in her eyes. Anxiety lay awake one night, eyes wide open and staring up at the ceiling. Her mind just wouldn’t stop racing, thinking of you and how she could help you so much more if she was more in-control of things around here.

…Wait. Maybe…if she was more in-control…the sole emotion to take care of the Control Panel…

That idea persisted inside her head for days on end. She didn’t talk to the others during this time, refusing to answer their questions on why she was acting so weird and off recently. They wouldn’t understand. They’re your emotions, yeah, but Anxiety was your main one! She was the one who made sure you’d be protected in any situation!

Finally, it all came to a head when your Joy pointed out how obsessive Anxiety has been over you. The others agreed with Joy, and seeing everyone else loom over her with those questioning looks of theirs made Anxiety feel trapped. In an uncharacteristic act of rage from her, Anxiety shouted back at them, yelling that they would never be able to understand how she’d feel and that she was the only person there who truly cares for you. She stormed off before anyone else could retort back.

When she came back, in the middle of the night, she wasn’t alone. Alongside her was the Mind Police; she was able to convince them that the emotions there were actually rogue secrets and that the real ones are missing. Anxiety watched silently, fidgeting, unable to stop the slight guilt in her heart as she watched her former friends be pulled away and be stuck inside the Vault. ‘It’s for you,’ Anxiety reassured herself, talking about…well, about you. ‘Everything I’m doing is for you.’

It was weird at first, adjusting to being the only emotion left inside H Q, but she got the hang of it pretty quickly. Since, as the days ticked onwards, Anxiety swooned over you, sometimes talking to you as if you’d be able to respond back to her. Finally, she had you all to herself, and she’ll guarantee that she’d be able to keep you from harm’s reach while being able to bask in all of you.

🧡 ll Further Descent:

Boy, if you thought Anxiety had gone off the deep-end before, she certainly has now. Her days and nights are completely consumed by you. HQ is absolutely covered in drawings and little origami depictions of both you and her (and, while she’d often blush while doing it, she also enjoyed treating them like dolls and making them give little kisses to one another). Interspruced with all of that is her written ramblings, and it felt like that the further you went down in her notes, the more fanatical it became. 

Sometimes, she’d have small sparks of self-awareness. Anxiety will clean up HQ and tidy it, all while reminiscing on her love for you. These small moments of clarity will give her twinges of regret and doubt, but she’d push them all in the back of her mind in the end. After all, it’s for the greater good. She’d assure herself that she really was the only person who could truly be able to acknowledge everything about you until that assurance soon became a truth in her eyes. A stone-cold, unrelenting truth.

Meanwhile, you’d become much more nervous, “unstable” in some cases. Nowadays, you feel too apprehensive about going outside, quitting your in-person job in favor of an online or at-home one. Groceries are delivered to your door-step, and appointments you need to go to, like for a check-up or surgery, are done with great reluctance. After, you immediately rush back to the safety of your abode.

When it comes to social interactions, Anxiety also makes sure that, while you’d have friends, they wouldn’t get too close to you. She can’t have them hurting you, physically or emotionally! Though, deep down inside of her, Anxiety does feel a hint of possessiveness towards you, but it mostly comes out as her afraid for your well-being.

Crushes definitely are a no-go. Any attempts on trying to get closer to a love interest you may have is completely out of the question in the eyes of Anxiety. She’ll break the button that makes you feel socially-awkward if she has to.

Anxiety notices soon enough that your feelings of loneliness are increasing rapidly, and attempting to brainstorm an idea where both of you could be happy, a lightbulb goes off in her head.

She goes down to the studio where they produce your dreams, and through some sly convincing and surprising ability to help sway others to what she wants, Anxiety is able to control your dreams with full access. Now, she hopes that her plan will work. 

🧡 ll Meeting You in Person:

Well, in-person is in very large quotation marks, but it’s the closest thing she can get to doing such a thing. 

After making sure everything was in working order and looked good, Anxiety waited for night to come and for when it was finally time to reveal herself to you. The studio, while it mostly worked with actors, also had the option of summoning your consciousness in a tangible form; how else did you think those falling dreams would cause you to wake up violently right as you hit the ground? Though, Anxiety was using it for a much, much different purpose now.

She sweated bullets while she waited, stimming in both excitement and worry on how you’d react to her. Anxiety suddenly stood still when your eyes finally shut, signifying that it was time to enact her plan.

Pressing various buttons and switches, she grinned as the thing shuttered and spat out smoke before shooting a project of light from the machine’s camera. It morphed, taking form, until you were finally there right in front of Anxiety. You blinked, confused, before turning to the delighted squeak you heard. 

You nearly barrelled over as you felt a sudden force of weight being flung right around your torso, and as you looked down through the wild forest of orange hair that somewhat covered your vision, you saw Anxiety tightly wrapped around you in a hug. Tears pricked at the corners of her eyes, and her smile beamed wider as she snuggled into you just a bit more.

“I…I finally get to see you,” you heard her mumble. “I never thought I would, but…here you are! With me!”

You gave her a confused expression, unsure of how to react. “I’m sorry, but, uh, do I know you?”

Anxiety’s eyes snapped open, tears wiped away in a flash, as she glanced up at you and immediately backed off. “O-oh, oh my gosh! I’m so, so sorry; that was so dumb of me, ugh!” She muttered the last part under her breath.

What follows is what you’d expect: she explains to you that she’s your personification of Anxiety, but makes sure to add that she only steps in to prevent you from making possible bad decisions. At least, that’s partially true. Then, she gives you a small tour of the place, deciding to give you a tour of HQ another day (when she doesn’t have your face plastered all over the walls…). After, she insists to you that she’d do anything for you. Figuring that this was all a dream, you simply ask her for some levity from your struggles in reality. In short, you two have fun.

Anxiety is extremely reluctant to allow you to go, but she figures that it would be too suspicious and off-putting if she begged you to stay. When you awake, you just figure that it was some sort of strange lucid dream before going about your day.

So, it surprises you when you see Anxiety again the next night…and the next…and the next…and the next. Around the third time, you realize this is abnormal and start feeling uncomfortable around Anxiety. She notices, and asks you about it. You just wave it off, saying you’re a bit nervous for work tomorrow. Anxiety’s very doubtful, but she goes with it.

However, when she shows up again on the fourth night, you’ve had enough. You’re creeped out with her, and explain to a now very concerned Anxiety that she can’t be real. “I am!” She retorts back. “But-but that isn’t a bad thing! That just means you can talk to me if you have anything troubling you! Please, don’t run! I’m not going to hurt you!”

Even though you did, in fact, run away from her that night, she just showed right back up again the next. What then happened was a repetitive cycle of you running away from Anxiety as she tries to explain her side of the story, waking up, and then going right back to Stage 1. You ask your doctors for a higher dosage of anxiety medication in hopes it would quell what you perceived as delusions. But no matter what you tried, no matter what medicine you took, Anxiety will always be the first thing you “wake” up to.

It had maybe been almost two weeks when you finally relented. Anxiety, however, seemed a bit snarky. “So, have you finally run all out-of-steam? Can I finally get to tell you what’s going on?!”

It took you a few seconds to reply. “...Yeah. Go ahead.”

She let out a sigh of relief, before she explained more on why she’s being so persistent with you. She figured that, since your life wasn’t the best at the moment, Anxiety would help give you some escapism during the night as a relief. While you still felt a bit off-put by one of your emotions continuously showing up in your dreams, and of all of them it’s the Anxiety one, her reasoning did give you some respite. She made sure she didn’t slip that she just really wanted to spend time with you too, though.

It took you a little while to warm up to both the idea and her again, but after some time, you started to enjoy your little adventures with Anxiety. She was funny, sweet, kind, and had all the same interests as you did. She became your best friend, but in Anxiety’s eyes, you two were already in a relationship.

Every time you awoke, she did a little happy dance at the progress being made. Heck, she even had a checklist full of things to make certain you’d fall for her in return. Anxiety was not going to allow herself to destroy your bond together with her. At this point, her whole life really is about you. She loves you so, so much and every day she gets more exhilarated at getting closer to the stage where she’d ask you the question.

Months pass on, and it’s now around the end of the year. She decided to give you a little celebration, convincing the workers below to set off fireworks outside. HQ was decked out in festive decorations, illuminated by the glow of the bright flashes of light outside. When Anxiety sees your gorgeous face lit up by the colors set off from the other side of the window, her heart thumps louder in her chest, almost to an audible level. Her breath is caught in her mouth, but shaking off the stunned reaction she has towards you, Anxiety figures now would be a good time as ever to ask you: do you love her as much as she loves you?

✨🧡 ll Yes:

“Well…ah, it’s a bit weird to be dating one of my emotions…”

Anxiety’s wide-eyed face immediately turns down on itself, pupils shrinking and a frown making itself very well-known on her face. No, no! You can’t-!

“...Ah, why not? Sure!”

I hope you’re stanced up because if not, you will be thrown to the ground in another one of Anxiety’s tight hugs. She keeps on letting out happy squeals, unable to contain her absolute joy at your response. You laugh at how cute she was, returning her hug. She smiles even wider at that.

“I love you, I love you, I love youIloveyouIloveyouIloveyouIloveyouILOVEYOU!” Anxiety repeated, her tongue twisting near the end making her almost unable to be understood until her final declaration of love. You giggle, and at this her green eyes open up and twinkle at you, a smile spread wider across her face than ever before.

“I love you too.”

While Anxiety never truly does let go of her obsessive tendencies towards you, they do somewhat lax now that she knows you love her back. Her mind sometimes wanders to the other emotions locked up in the Vault, and now on her off-days, she actually goes and visits them, talking to them through the cell. Of course, they’re pissed off at her, but she just can’t stop gushing about you and how much you love her back. Anxiety is too lovestruck to notice the gagging coming from Ennui, Anger, and Disgust inside whenever she goes on another long spiel about how your kisses feel or the flower you gave to her the other day.

Speaking of gifts, while she loves to talk to you about your interests and hyperfixations, Anxiety’s personal go-to love language will always be presents. Whatever you want, she’ll make it happen in the dream.

If you had a bad day too, Anxiety will do double-duty to make sure you wake up feeling ten times better than what you felt like going to bed!

As you grow older, Anxiety reflects back on how when you pass away, so will all of them. But while she still frets over it, there’s also the reassuring thought that she may be a human in the next life alongside you. So, instead of being inside your head, Anxiety will get to live out in the real-world right beside you. But as long as she’s with you, any future is great to her.

Overall, Anxiety feels like a weight that’s been on her since her very inception has finally been lifted. She’s much more relaxed and allows you to go out more as long as you don’t cheat on her. Thankfully, you never do, and she couldn’t be more than grateful.

Life was finally good for her, and she couldn’t be any happier.

💔 ll No:

You smiled awkwardly down at her, the tension in the room suddenly becoming more palpable to you. “I-uh, what?”

Anxiety’s grin falters. “Do you love me?” She repeats.

Your smile becomes a frown, and so does her’s. “I’m…I’m going to be honest with you, Anxiety. I love being your friend. But if you’re asking if we should date, I just can’t accept.”

Immediately, Anxiety shouts out. “WHY NOT?!” Panic is written all over her face, chest heaving in a faulty attempt to calm herself down. 

You flinch back from her, suddenly unsure of what to do. “It’s just-I-I don’t know!” You replied back. “You’re literally an emotion! Something my mind made up! You’re not real!”

Those last words hurt her worse than any knife ever could. “You-you don’t mean that! I know you don’t! We’re supposed to be happy together! I did everything for you! So please just love me! LOVE ME!”

You took a few steps back, unknowingly bumping into an ajar closet. When you turn around, you gape in abject horror.

Thousands of drawings and art crafts of you, reciprocating Anxiety’s adoration, filled your sight. You turned down to a sheet of paper that innocently slid to your feet.

‘I got rid of the others. I hated to, but they’d never be able to understand how I felt towards them. They were in the way. But now, we can be together forever! I can’t wait!’

Oh toaster strudels.

You whip back around to face Anxiety, fear evident on your face. She looked just as stunned as you, her green eyes prickling with tears as she shook her head. “I-I promise,” she tried to explain. “I didn’t think it would ever go this far. But I need you to love me back. I NEED YOU!”

Fast on your feet, you’re barely able to dodge Anxiety’s attempt at grabbing you, and without thinking, you go towards the window. You need to get out of this dream, A.S.A.P.

“NO! DON’T-” Too late.

As you fell, wind sweeping through your hair, you turned to gaze up at the window. The last you saw before you jolted awake was the speck of orange looking out the broken window, crying her eyes out and sobbing to herself.

Afterwards, you refused to fall asleep. You chugged energy drinks, made sure to take your anxiety medication every day, watched horror movies so you felt too scared, turned up your home’s lights, anything to make sure you wouldn’t go to sleep and see Anxiety again.

But in turn, you felt your own anxiety levels rising. You felt an irrational, unstoppable fear of attending to your job, jumped at every little creak in the house, the unexplainable drowsiness present in your fits of worry, you all knew it was the work of Anxiety to get you to go back to sleep and see her again.

Of course, you couldn’t stay awake forever. It happened one day when you did your best to explain to your boss why you haven’t been going to work. Your voice was slurred, giving away your sleepiness, and your boss on the other end worryingly called out to you as both your phone and your body landed on the cold floor.

🧡💔 ll Nice to See You Again:

You woke up on top of a comfortable bed, and while you were coming to, you noticed the rope wrapped tightly around you. A bandana had been wrapped around your mouth as well to make sure you didn’t make a peep.

At the foot of the bed, was Anxiety. She looked much more worn-out, eyebags present and hair an absolute mess. She was fiddling around with a clipboard at first, but as her eyes glanced at you for a moment, she realized you finally came to.

“Oh! Hey, didn’t notice you were awake there!” She ignored the cries of protests coming from you. She laughed, her loss of sanity being noted in her giggles. “I guess you always were a heavy sleeper!” You didn’t laugh back.

She got closer to you, any talk you had with her about personal space thrown out the (now repaired) window. Her eyes were bloodshot, like she hadn’t slept either. “I mean, it makes sense. You were awake for a really long time out there. In fact, you didn’t sleep for four whole days! Can I ask why that is?”

You glared at her. She huffed. “Ooooh, I think I know what it is,” she muttered. “I bet you didn’t want to get nightmares. Well, it’s okay now! Your girlfriend here, Anxiety, will make sure you have only good dreams from now on!” She puffed out her chest. You didn’t know if she was mocking you or genuinely deluded into thinking that was the truth.

You uncomfortably shifted as she crawled to the other side of you, wrapping her arms around your bound form despite your discomfort. “I’ve been so, so alone these past few days. I missed you, I missed you so bad. But now, you’re back! With me! I can’t wait for what adventures you have planned for the both of us.” That final note in her voice, that seemed to almost hiss out, gave you a sense of fear. You were too scared to fight back or even move, just allowing Anxiety to make up four day’s worth of no hugs.

“I promise that I’ll be the best girlfriend you could ever ask for. No other person knows you like I do. Nobody.”

Should I even have to explain to you that your two’s relationship is toxic now? Because it is. Like, hazardous waste-type of toxic.

In her deluded mind, Anxiety fully believes that you just ran through that window because you were scared of the commitment, and that you just responded no to her love request because of the same reason. In time, she thinks she’ll be able to win you over, and considering how you can’t really get rid of her, you’re unfortunately stuck with her.

When you eventually did wake up, you found yourself in a hospital room, alone. At least, physically. You couldn’t help the onslaught of hopeless tears that trickled down your face.

In the background, Anxiety was fiddling with your feelings, not thinking about your own desires on the matter. She smiled, chuckling, when she found what she was looking for, hidden deep within the recesses of your hypothalamus: the control center that managed who you found romantically appealing.

She was smart about it, though. Despite wanting to just crank it all the way up, she gradually made it so you found her more alluring without you even noticing the changes.

You were immensely terrified of her at first, discouraging her, but as she set your romantic feelings towards her higher slowly, Anxiety noticed the change you had in your demeanor.

Eventually, she was comfortable in allowing you to finally be untied (she had undone the makeshift gag a little bit ago), and while she was a bit disappointed at still seeing you be uncomfortable around her and shying away, that just made Anxiety more determined to get you to fall in love with her.

Was doing all of this morally wrong and cementing her fully into the deep-end? Yes.

But did she truly care about that currently? No.

She can think about the moral dilemma years down the line when you two are fully reciprocating love towards one another.

Anxiety accidentally let out an excited snort at you finally hugging her once again. She clasped her hands over her mouth, blushing right after. You found it to be…weirdly cute.

Eventually, your romantic feelings were almost at 100%. As time passed on, your life became better as you started to reflect that same strange comforting feeling Anxiety felt towards you. 

You felt inclined to question why you were getting these emotions for your mental stalker, but any attempt to further examine this is usually quashed thanks to Anxiety’s interference. Soon, you don’t even get these questions anymore. They just feel like they come naturally to you.

Those same reactions Anxiety had towards you were now being felt by you, except obviously with her. Shy gazes at her cute orange hair before looking away when she goes to return your look, fully enraptured in her kind voice and nodding along to whatever she said, blushing whenever you were complimented by her, the list goes on.

The fact that she did awful things almost seems to become a distant memory to you, until much later on, it becomes completely forgotten in your eyes.

Eventually, it came to a head. One night, when the two of you were alone, you tapped her on the shoulder. You smiled at her, blush clearly evident on your face as you awkwardly rubbed the back of your neck.

“H-hey, uh, Anxiety? Can I ask you something kinda’...important? Promise not to freak out or anything, okay?”

Anxiety nodded violently. “Yeah!! Yeah, tell me anything!” She leaned in closer, eyes trained fully on you. Her hands were rolled up into fists, vibrating slightly in barely-disguised eagerness. After a bit of stammering, you finally were able to lock eyes with each other.

“Do you, um…want to go out with me-?”

“YES!! YES!!!” Anxiety jumped to respond, flapping her hands happily as she raced around the room. You laughed, before abruptly getting stopped by the kiss that Anxiety had placed on your lips. Both of you looked stunned for only a brief moment, before you happily returned it.

If emotions had brains, Anxiety was sure it short-circuited at that moment.

Finally relinquishing, you stepped back, only to lunge forward when you caught her about to fall right on her back.

“Woah, Anxiety, are you okay?” You chuckled. Anxiety looked up at you with a tired, but completely and utterly smitten look on her face.

“Never been better.”

Things were definitely better now. Much like if you said yes to her original proposal, she gives you more freedom in exchange for always being beside her when you’re dreaming. You happily accept, none the wiser of the manipulation Anxiety pulled to get to this moment.

She sometimes reflects on her actions, knowing full-well what she did was completely, morally-reprehensible. But at a certain point, Anxiety just sighs and puts it into the very back of her brain.

Yes, what she did was absolutely wrong. But, when she looks at you, finally head-over-heels for her as much as she is with you, Anxiety really can’t help but smile.

“I really am sorry, guys, but it was all worth it in the end.”

[thecasualqueer]

Paris - Chapter 1

When James had showed up at her office with a gift Lena had felt awful. Not only had she not even thought to get him anything for Valentine’s Day but she hadn’t really been thinking about him at all recently. Even in her subconscious she was not thinking of him. She had been having… dreams… about a certain friend of hers… dreams that she had been thinking about a lot lately… dreams that she had been trying to forget.

So, when he had given her a picture of herself asleep (probably having the aforementioned dreams) she had panicked. She had panicked so much that she had suggested a weekend together in Paris, thinking it would bring them closer together and remind her of her feelings for him, but as they sat there in the car on the way to the airport the only thing she felt was intensely claustrophobic. She could feel his presence there, and not in a good way. She felt every breath he took from the other side of the car prickled at her skin. His smell, some musky perfume with a hint of sandalwood, not a bad smell but mixed with the heat radiating from his body it made her almost gag. She could feel his eyes on her too, she tried to tell herself they were the caring eyes of someone who loved her but she felt more like an animal who was being stared down by their predator.

Feeling this tension, she attempts to fill the silence “The government wants to buy my research…”

“I hope you said no” James interrupts her with a look of contempt in his eye. Lena would be lying if she said she wasn't trying to start an argument when she brought this up. Still, something about that look just set her off in a way she wasn't expecting.

“Why should I?” she questions.

“Seriously? Do I really need to explain that to you? Because they’ll militarise Lena” as James says this Lena starts to realise what part of her had always known, that James would never truly be able to see past her last name. “Just to be clear, I will never support you selling your research to the government.” James adds now looking at her in the same way he did when they first met, as if all she was to him, all she would ever be, was a Luthor.

After all the time she had spent trying to love him. Trying to see past the lack of chemistry, the way his touch made her skin crawl, how she secretly dreaded their meetings. This was the final nail in the coffin. She couldn't keep pretending to love someone who thought so little of her.

“Frank, stop the car” Lena says “I think you should leave” she adds not even bothering to look in James’s direction instead looking out the window at the steady stream of cars flowing seamlessly down the busy road.

"Seriously? We're not even going to discuss this?" James says in the same mildly patronising tone he has been using for most of the conversation.

"There's nothing to discuss, I just... I can't do this anymore." Lena says honestly "I can't keep trying so hard to make this work whilst you look at me like I'm a villain."

"I didn't realise being with me was so difficult for you" the emotion in his voice takes Lena by surprise. After all the petty fights and distance between them there had been recently, she had thought they would be on the same page but apparently not.

She feels awful for hurting him but knows there is nothing she can do about it now. Staying with him any longer would only hurt the both of them even more.

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[little-emerald-snake]

Kinktober Day 19

Double Penetration - Sebastian Sallow X Ominis Gaunt X F!MC

🔥NSFW 🔞 MDNI

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Sebastian was hot on her heels as she quickly made her way from the quidditch pitch toward the castle. Her face was red with shame as Seb tried to calm her nerves and get a grip on her robes to slow her down. “Hey! Would you slow down love! Seriously, it's no big deal! I’m just surprised is all! Look, I’m sorry for embarrassing you! Slow down so we can talk about this.”

They’d been hidden away under the quidditch stands alternating between kissing and telling each other fantasies when Sebastian had coaxed a rather juicy one out of his girlfriend.

She’d admitted to liking the idea of having two men fill her at the same time. She’d wanted to try two in one hole but said she wasn’t sure if she would be able to take it and would settle for one in her pussy and one in her ass.

Sebastian had admitted it would be rather hot and immediately went to teasing her about which friend he’d ask to help fulfill her fantasy. She’d gone bright red and bolted, leaving Seb trailing behind, trying to apologize for scandalizing her.

Once he’d caught up to her, finally snagging a hold of her robes, he pulled her around to a part of the castle wall where they could talk without being overheard. “Love, please. I’m sorry for teasing you. But I really do want to do this with you if you’d really be interested.”

She was quiet for a moment, milling over who they would possibly choose and what that person would say about their ‘extra curricular activities’. She finally grasped his sleeve anxiously and nodded. “F-fine. But only if we find someone to agree…someone who won’t out us to the whole school preferably.”

Sebastian chuckled, pulling her close and rubbing her back gently. “Love, you do realize half of this school's population would kill to shag you, right?”

She pulled back, playfully punching his arm. He only laughed, pulling her close for a hug before taking her hand and leading her inside and castle. “Would you like to hear my first idea?”

She was toying with the hem of her sleeve nervously as they walked. She was clearly anxious but she nodded, looking up at him with a question in her eyes. “I think Ominis would…he definitely wouldn’t say a damn word about it if he didn’t want to at the very least.”

She thought for a moment and had to agree that she could never see Ominis doing something like that to her or Seb, even if he was totally scandalized by the idea. “I-if you’re sure. Would you mind asking him by yourself? L-like I’m just nervous to hear the conversation…in case he is shocked.”

Sebastian nodded and assured her that he would take care of it. He was fairly confident that Ominis would be game for it. They’d never shared a girl before but in a drunk conversation one night he hadn’t been opposed to the idea Sebastian had brought forth randomly.

He made his way to his dorm room where he knew his best friend would be at this time, slowly knocking and entering to see the blonde leaned back in his bed against his pillows with a book in one hand and his wand in the other, tip pressed to the page as he looked up towards the door. “Sebastian?”

Sebastian stepped inside and shut the door behind him before walking to sit on the side of Ominis’ bed. “Hey, Om. I actually have a pretty personal question. Do you have a minute?”

Ominis’ brows lifted but he closed his book and placed it to the side, sitting himself up and looking in Seb’s direction. “Of course. Is this something that’ll make me want to hit you or will we be okay?”

Sebastian chuckled a bit, running a hand through his brown curls. “Ha, about that. You may want to hit me but I don’t think it’ll be for the reason you’re expecting. It does involve my girlfriend though so don’t be too mad.”

Ominis inhaled and nodded. He wasn’t sure what to expect but he was preparing for anything. After all, it was Sebastian.

Sebastian nervously picked at the hem of his robes and sighed. “Well, me and her were talking…about things we’d like to explore. One we both landed on was…a threesome…or more specifically double penetration…”

Ominis’ brows raised again but he said nothing, giving a curious look. “Are you asking for advice? An opinion? I don’t exactly see how I’m invol…oh! Oh shit! You thought of me?!”

Sebastian swallowed hard, plucking the fuzz from the blanket beneath him anxiously. “Yea. Figured we both agreed on you and even if you weren’t down for it you wouldn’t air out everything for the whole school.”

Ominis was surprised but nodded, looking down and contemplating how that would go. “Well, you are correct. I won’t tell anyone, that’s for sure. I guess you both don’t have a second option picked out do you?”

Sebastian shook his head even though he knew his friend wouldn’t see it. “No. You were our first and only choice really. I honestly thought you’d be kinda into it…since I know you had a crush on her before we started dating and all.”

Ominis nodded again, a grim expression on his face. “Yes. That’s true. Well I suppose I’ll agree. If nothing else it could be some fun to take my mind off of the increasingly hard school work as of late. Plus it’ll satisfy a craving for all of us. I can hardly see the harm.”

Sebastian cleared his throat and blew a relieved breath before they made a plan. This Friday after classes they’d take a bottle of firewhiskey to the Undercroft and fulfill their little fantasy for her.

~~~

By the end of the week she was anxious, hugging her books to her chest as she peered around, making sure none of her classmates spotted her heading to the Undercroft.

But after just a bit of teasing and two shots of firewhiskey they had her undressed on the large bed Sebastian had conjured, big enough for all their group activities.

Ominis was fully undressed, laid out on the sheets as Sebastian laid his girlfriend across his best friend's chest, using his fingers to tease her open and get her ready.

Once he was satisfied he helped her straddle Ominis and sink her hips down onto his pale girth before climbing behind her, between his best friend's legs and using a lubrication charm to begin stretching her other hole.

She lightly rocked her hips on Ominis, driving strained groans from the man below her as Sebastian’s fingers stretched her. “Fuck, Seb…just want you now. Feels so good, need to be fucked…”

Sebastian growled, eager to give into his pretty girlfriend's cries. He pulled his fingers out, lined up to carefully slide into her. She whimpered and moaned at the stretch. One felt good but two were intense. She’d never had any feeling like it before but it excited her and she could hardly wait till they both moved inside of her.

After allowing her to adjust a but, Sebastian wasted no time in slowly sliding her hips forward and back onto them. Both men groaned as she molded perfectly around them. Holes tightening as she experienced the new feeling of being so incredibly full.

Sebastian gripped her hips and rutted gently into her, eliciting a pleasured sigh to fall from her lips. Ominis pulled her down with a hand on the back of her neck and swallowed the whimpers she made as Sebastian’s thrusts continued, rocking her back and forth so that both men were sliding in and out of her at the same time.

Before long she was hyper fixated on the small space between their cocks, how incredibly full she felt between her legs. She clenched and tensed around them in utter bliss as her holes swallowed both cocks greedily.

Ominis had taken to holding her hips in place and thrusting up inside of her while Sebastian took advantage of the position and fucked into her with fervour. She was a moaning, soaking mess between them.

She was absolutely on cloud nine. Both holes spasming around them. She cried out loud when she finally caved to the delicious friction of them and came hard, tightening impossibly so around them both.

It had been the most intense orgasm she’d ever felt but neither man slowed their pace which only drove her further into a frenzy. She was spasming so intensely around both of them that Ominis fell apart next, cum flooding her tightness as she came once again around him.

Sebastian wasn’t far behind, grinding out his pleasure as long as he could before he finally groaned with release, hips stuttering against her round ass as he collapsed over his girlfriend, still mounted on his spent best friend. “Oh, fuck…”

She laid across Ominis chest, hair in her face and tits pressed against his pale chest as Sebastian finally sat up and gently slid out of her perfect body with a sigh, toppling over to one side of the bed and reaching for his wand to clean up.

Ominis wiggled to the side and gently rolled her off to lay between him and Seb. She whimpered when he slid out but made no other protests. Ominis kissed her temple gently and pushed her hair out of her face with care.

She let a sweet smile across her lips as Sebastian leaned up on his elbow on her other side with a blissed out smile. “Damn, you guys are hot. Was it as good as you thought it would be, love?”

She turned to look at Seb and smiled, giving a small nod. He could tell by the glow of her cheeks that she had thoroughly enjoyed the experience. He gave a wolfish grin, leaning in close to her ear. “What if we convinced Ominis to make this a more��permanent arrangement?”

Her eyes widened and so did Ominis’ from her other side. Seb smiled at the reaction from them both as he leaned back and took in the moment of himself, his beautiful girlfriend and his beautiful best friend together in bed. “Yea. I think this is something I could get used to.”

Kinktober Prompt List

[cressidagrey]

Glorious Sunrise - Chapter 8

Summary:

So what happens after the mating bond snaps?

Well-meaning interfering family members, deep conversations and nights spent brooding on the roof like some kind of gargoyle…this one has it all.

Warnings:

Definetly NSFW

(thanks to @cafekitsune for the super pretty dividers!)

There was a knock on the door of the stillroom. 

Huh. 

“Come in,” she said, carefully corking the potions she had just finished, labelling them. It was busy work, but she was waiting for the Cold Cure to finish simmering, which would take until this evening. 

There was something inherently peaceful in the stillroom for her, her own little Kingdom to rule over, with her own rules…and no other persons anywhere near her. 

The last person she had expected to walk into her stillroom…was the High Lord of the Night Court. 

“Rhysand,” she greeted him, surprise obvious in her voice.

“Rhys. My family calls me Rhys,” he corrected her, a small smile on his handsome features. 

“What brings you here?” she asked him curiously. “If you are searching for Azriel, I have no clue where he is,” she said drily, making him laugh. 

“No, I am not searching for my wayward spymaster. Though I suppose I could just wait here and he would eventually show up for you,” he said, amusement glittering in his gaze. “I…have a question, I suppose.  Will you be able to replicate it?”

He didn’t need to clarify what he meant, she knew, and still he did. 

“You gave Emerie her wings back. Could you…do the same for more females just like her?” he asked her and Galena sat down carefully on her chair, fingertips tracing the table. 

“I don’t know,” she admitted honestly. “The fact that her father did a really shoddy job at it made it easier for me. If he had done a better job…I would be able to soothe the tremors…maybe help the pain. I don’t know if it would work for everyone,” she said. 

“But would you try?” Rhys pushed. 

Try. Go to one of the warcamps in Illyria that Azriel never talked about…and try. She reached out for her notebook, where she had written down, everything she had done to Emerie…duplicating the pages with a wave of her hand and held it out for Rhys to take. 

“You could try,” she said calmly. 

He took it, glanced at it, then did a double-take." You wrote it down,” he realised and she shrugged. 

“I tend to write everything down. All my own research. However, I don’t put it in the library anywhere. The last time I tried, I had a disagreement with a scholar there,” she admitted. 

Disagreement was such a nice word for what happened. 

Anyway, she didn’t care enough to put her name on any of the procedures she had “invented” if it meant that she needed to deal with the snobby scholars who looked down their nose at her and harrumphed like they thought her scars had anything to do with how her brain worked. 

Her skin may be scarred, but her mind was as sharp as it always had been.

“Do not give this to one of the Illyrians that do the clippings. Or they change how they do it and I don’t know if it would work then,” she warned him seriously. 

“They aren’t healers to you, are they?” Rhys asked her, flipping through the pages filled with her handwriting. 

No, they weren’t. 

“I made an oath to the mother when I became a healer. To do no harm. To help,” Galena said evenly. “They didn’t just break that oath. They disgrace our profession. My profession. So no. They aren’t healers to me. They are bungling idiots that should never be allowed near any other person at all.” She could seethe about it, but that wouldn’t help her. 

“I would be willing to teach somebody what to do. Maybe Zoreen would be willing to go to Illyria,” she said calmly. “They could try if it works on somebody other than Emerie.”

“You wouldn’t be willing to go?” Rhys wondered. “You were the one who figured it out.”

She stared at him for a moment, facing him, so that he could see the full brunt of her scars. 

“You mean, leave the peace I have here?” Galena asked him. “Where nobody stares at me? Where nobody makes any comments to me about my scars? For what? The glory of knowing that I was the one who figured out the way in the first place?”

He inclined his head, still mustering her. But it wasn’t the outright stares she drew if she walked outside…or the pitiful looks even her aunt sometimes had if the scars were looking particularly gruesome. It was just…just how two people would look at each other when they had a conversation. 

“Is it really that peaceful with that male outside?” he asked her suddenly. 

“Did Silas say something? He’s pretty much terrified of Azriel,” Galena said with a grin. “Very helpful. Hasn’t made one of his usual comments in weeks.”

She would gladly hide behind people being terrified of Azriel, if that meant that they left her in peace. 

“What are his usual comments?” Rhys wondered, his voice too absent-minded to be truly that. 

“Mostly shock that I am leaving the house,” Galena answered. For one moment she opened her mouth, planning to ask him if there was anything else she could do for him. 

“Have you had lunch?” he asked her idly and she just stared at him. 

“No.”

“Let me take you,” he told her and she just stared at him. 

“You want to take me to lunch,” she repeated, unbelievingly. What? 

“Yes,” he agreed. “I am meeting Mor…she did mention that she owes you an apology… And don’t worry, people will stare at me, not you.” 

She blinked. 

It was probably true that they would rather stare at the High Lord and not at her, but still. 

“The difference is just that they look at you in awe and they stare at me like I am some sort of monster,” she quipped back.

“I’ll be sure to take you along when I visit another court and we can compare notes,” Rhys told her seriously. “I spent 50 years being a monster.  And if I know one thing, then that you aren’t even close to classifying as one. And you shouldn’t let anybody tell you differently…or let anybody make you hate your own face because they don’t know what it means to live through the pain you have survived.”

She had no idea what to say to that. 

“Give it a chance,” he told her imploringly. 

A chance .  

“I have given it a chance for 150 years, every week when I go and buy vegetables at the market,” she said, her voice shaking. 

“Then give it another. Just for today,” Rhys asked her. “ Please .”

“Fine.”

What was one more experience of that?

What was one more time of being stared at, and pointed at and…But to her neverending surprise…none of that happened. 

Maybe it was the fact that they winnowed right in front of that restaurant or that they got a table tucked into one corner…but for once…she could sit in a restaurant…and nobody cared. Nobody even gave her a second glance.

The Restaurant was definitely not what she had thought a High Lord would frequent either, but…Galena was just going to roll with weirdness now. The Restaurant was barely big enough to fit a dozen people, decked out in greens and golds…a small building near the Sidra. 

“Chances are Mor is going to give you an absolutely horrible gift as a thank you for fixing Emerie’s wings,” Rhys told her conversational and she couldn’t help but snort. 

“How horrible are we talking?” she asked curiously. 

“Mor is notorious for her lack of gift-giving abilities. She gave Azriel a set of bright blue embroidered towels with his initials one year. Cassian has received silk shirts in all the colours of the rainbow.”

“I could use some embroidered towels,” Galena responded with a shrug. 

“Too bad, I got you something else,” came Mor’s bright voice behind Rhys, and she looked up to find the blonde female, standing there with a shy smile on her face. “And I also owe you an apology.”

“You were worried about your…about Emerie,” Galena easily smoothed over. She still didn’t know what exactly Mor and Emerie were, but she didn’t want to speculate either. “I understand that. You haven’t been the first…relative or loved one that reacted similarly. I understand that it’s startling to hear that I use another fae as an experiment of sorts. Even when it’s done to help them.”

“Yes, but I did see what you could do when you healed Azriel. You do experiments maybe, but you were never… cold-hearted and callous about them,” Mor said with a sigh. “I was just…I was just so worried and I let that bleed into anger, and it wasn’t right how I talked to you…I was pretty sure Az was going to rip off my head halfway through.”

“He wouldn’t have done that,” Galena said calmly. He wouldn’t have. He maybe would have gotten angry, but that one singular “ Morrigan ” had said it all. Fury and anger maybe, but tightly leashed. 

“He’s…very protective of you,” Mor said, with a smile. “It’s good that he…got you now. You settle him. He has needed that for years. And you give him focus too. Something I never could.”

I never could. 

Had there been something between Azriel and Mor? Something that he had never told her about? 

It niggled in the back of her brain, throughout that dinner, and through unwrapping a stack of romance novels (courtesy of Emerie) and a Mor’s idea of a gift…which didn’t end up being absolutely horrible. Actually, the model of a skeleton with a comically oversized skull was quite amusing to her. 

“Thank you,” she thanked Rhys as he brought her back to the apothecary and he smiled at her. 

“Don’t thank me. You should be able to do that every day if you wanted to,” he told her. 

She didn’t know if she wanted that…but….maybe….maybe sometimes…if she knew that people wouldn’t star at her…maybe then she would enjoy leaving the apothecary. 

Not always…but sometimes? Maybe? 

And then…then all her good mood got destroyed by Silas. 

“Wow, you really get around,” he drawled as she entered the apothecary and she froze. 

“What?” she spat out. 

“Don’t really get why any of them would give you the time of the day when I am sure there would be hundreds of faeries that don’t look like you do, but I imagine you must have other…skills,” he said with a shrug, leaning against the counter. “Though does your oversized bat know that you are whoring yourself out to the High Lord?”

She didn’t even have the words to describe what she was feeling. That icy rage that gripped her…that…fury. 

But suddenly it was there. Suddenly every quip he had made on her cot was there, at the forefront of her mind…every time he had snorted about her leaving the stillroom…every time he didn’t think that she should leave the house…and all of it was a eighty cocktail of utter anger that enveloped her. 

She didn’t often get loud. Nearly never. 

Galena had always been soft-spoken. She preferred it that way. 

She didn’t want to scream, to shout…to let emotion overcome her…she had over a century of training for that. 

But now…now…now it was over. 

“Out,” she seethed. “Out, right now. You are going to leave now. You are never going to come back. And you are not going to bother me or anybody else again!”

“You can’t do that,” Silas said with a roll of his eyes, nearly bored sounding.  

“She can,” her aunt’s voice suddenly came from the stairway. “I don’t know what I have done to give you the impression that that you can talk to my daughter like that, but it ends now. If Galena said you are done, then you are done. So go .”

She didn’t even look Silas way when he left the apothecary, couldn’t bear it…not now. Not right now. Not

“Shhhh,” Madja was there suddenly, enveloping her in her arms and Galena breathed in the scent of spearmint and snow that clung to her. Safe. Home. 

Still, she clung to her aunt, as the tears ran over her cheeks and she couldn’t help the sobs that broke out of her chest. 

She wasn’t even sure what it was. 

Maybe because…maybe because this wasn’t what she usually got to hear…Normally it were comments about her scars, the way she looked…some doubting her intelligence, thinking that her brain had been destroyed as well as her beauty and clearly she was good for nothing anymore. 

But…but there had never been somebody calling her a whore. 

That was new. 

The tears that tracked over her cheeks were fat and hot, even as Madja shushed her…even when her aunt helped her upstairs and ended up bundling her into her bed…she couldn’t stop the tears. 

It had been a good day. One day when nobody had stared at her. One day where she had gone out and been normal and then it had been utterly destroyed by that prick and she couldn’t…She couldn’t…

Madja plied her with potions and Galena took them without protest.  

It was something. 

It calmed down the half-hysterical feelings making themselves a home in her chest…leaving her tired and numb. 

Madja sat down on the side of her bed, gently tucking her hair behind her ears and she weakly stared at the ceiling, not even really aware of her surroundings. 

“He doesn’t deserve your tears,” Madja said quietly. “Why didn’t you tell me before that he…he behaved like that around you?”

“He didn’t,” she whispered. “Normally he just wondered if I left the apothecary…like I shouldn’t do that…Or he made some comments about scaring the people on the street. But he never…he never said anything like that…”

“And he shouldn’t have,” Madja told her evenly, taking her hand in both of hers. 

“We don’t have anybody to man the till now,” Galena protested weakly. “I shouldn’t…”

“You should. You had every right to stand up for yourself,” Madja cut her off. “And I am so sorry if I ever made you feel like you shouldn’t…if I ever made you feel like I thought that you should take all the looks and all the words and never say anything to defend yourself…you have every right to live a life just as unbothered as anybody else.”

Did she? 

Sometimes it didn’t feel that way. 

Sometimes it felt like…

“I love you. And I am so, so proud of you, Little Mouse.” Soft spoken words and still Galena clung to them, even when sleep came to claim her. 

It was dark in her room when she startled awake, rhythmically sounds of a knife being sharpened immediately stopping. 

She felt her bed dip as Azriel sat down on the side of it, and he reached out with his hand and took hers.

“Lena,” the nickname only he used slipped over her and made her relax, sink back into the bed and relax. “How are you feeling?” Azriel asked her softly. “I heard what happened…what he said.” He spat out the last few words and she looked at him, seeing the anger smouldering in his eyes, the intense way he mustered her, worried. 

“I am fine,” she answered, her voice quiet. “I had a great day until then,” she quipped. And then he went and ruined it.

“How was lunch with Rhys?” Azriel asked her curiously. 

“ You would be surprised, you walk beside the High Lord and people stare at him, not at me. It was great. Mor was there too,” she answered. Drawing circles on his skin with her thumb…he was still wearing these cobalt blue stones that marked him as an Illyrian warrior…two of them right on top of his hands. Not quite as startling as him barging in on her in full armour with seven glowing siphons for Emerie though. 

“She was?” Azriel asked, sounding surprised and she concentrated on his face, drinking in the expression on his far too handsome face…

“Yes,” Galena said quietly “Azriel? What did Mor mean when she said that she couldn’t give you something to focus on?” 

Had there been something between Mor and Azriel? Had they been a couple once? 

He looked surprised at her question.

“It’s…Are you sure you want to talk about it?” He asked her, looking decisively uncomfortable and she stared at him. She just nodded. 

Swallowed. 

“Centuries ago, I was in love with Mor,” Azriel said quietly. “It was never…I knew she was never going to go for me. Or I realised that after a few decades. But I…She was unattainable. To want her…was safe. I never needed to think about being turned down, because…she was going to turn me down. It was just a fact of life,” he said that so easily like he hadn’t spent a good few centuries in love with a female and yearning for her. 

“It took me a few centuries until another female caught my eye after her…that didn’t work out either. I had pretty much given up on ever finding my mate. And then…then you came into my life,” he said, his voice warm. “And suddenly…suddenly all made sense.” 

It was sweet. But she couldn’t help the shuddery feeling in her heart. 

Because she had met Mor, bright, beautiful Mor…

“You don’t need to be jealous of her,” Azriel said softly, lifting her hand to dust a kiss over the back of it. 

“She’s beautiful. I can see why you…” she didn’t get to answer because he cut her off. 

“You are beautiful too, you know.”

Galena couldn’t help but shake her head. “Not like her,” she said quietly. Not in that kind of beautiful, unscarred way…unblemished skin stretching over every inch of Mor. 

Galena was…Galena wasn’t the kind of beauty wars would be fought over. 

“True. For me you are so much more beautiful,” Azriel agreed and she couldn’t help but laugh. 

“You are ridiculous,” she told him, her lips perking up in a smile. He was sweet. 

But she knew the way she looked. And that wasn’t beautiful or even pretty. 

“I am not,” Azriel disagreed and she snorted.

“I have seen Mor,” she told him drily. 

“I have seen you,” Azriel disagreed, leaning down to press a kiss against her lips…then her cheeks, dusting them over her jaw and down her neck…whatever disagreement she wanted to say somehow disappeared at that. 

She moaned softly, one hand curling into the back of his neck…

“How are you really feeling?”  he asked her, his breath against her skin making her shiver. 

“What?” she couldn’t think, not when she could feel just the whisper of teeth against her skin. 

“Want me to stop?” he asked her softly. “Because otherwise, we’ll have a discussion how beautiful I think you are.”

Her whole body shivered at that silken promise in his voice. She swallowed. 

“No. Don’t stop,” she whispered, her voice shaky. 

She hadn’t been quite sure what to expect…but it wasn’t the feeling of him touching her like she was some kind of holy thing, every touch gentle and reverent against her skin…he opened every button of the pyjamas she wore, slipping them over her shoulder. Drew his hand down to her chest, to touch her breast, clever fingers, far too clever fingers, catching her nipples and she whimpered with the sudden onslaught of desire that was banking low in her belly. 

She wanted him. 

Oh, how she wanted him. 

“I know you don’t believe me…and I understand it, Lena. I do. I still can’t stand to look at my hands some days,” he told her, his voice hoarse. 

He may have acted like he was aloof and detached, but the way he looked at her, heat cradling in his hazel eyes, dark with desire, told her exactly how much he wanted her. 

“But I do think you are beautiful. All these scars, they tell a story of resilience…of everything that you survived so that we could come together,” he continued softly. “And I do love you.”

“I love you too,” she whimpered, words punctuated by a moan as he peppered his kisses against every inch of her skin he could reach, his tongue tracing against her breast and her breath caught in her throat…just as he sucked one rosy nipple in his mouth. 

The result was immediate, her back arching against him, a whimper escaping her. 

“Gods, I could just make a meal out of you,” Azriel whispered against her skin and she couldn’t help the full-body shudder these words resulted in. 

…a meal? Did she even want to know what that would entail? 

“You like that idea, don’t you?” Azriel asked her, a chuckle in his voice. “Me on my knees begging for a taste of you?”

Her brain immediately conjured up images and she wasn’t sure if that was...if that was something she would be able to withstand…Or if it would be too much. If she wouldn’t die from pleasure. 

Her heart jumped in her chest. 

“Who wouldn’t?” she managed to squeak out and he grinned at her, the smile on his face making him look wilder and younger and… “Azriel.”

He moved down her body so quickly that she had no chance to do something, as he pulled down her pyjamas and her underwear, all in one motion, leaving her bare to his gaze, her body trembling as his hands slowly slid up her legs. 

“Yes?” he asked her gently, and still she could just stare at him. “Give me a few seconds to change your mind at least,” he teased her gently. 

She swallowed, not without apprehension…and then finally nodded hesitantly, something knotting low in her belly.  

“Let me know when you had enough,” he told her and she opened her mouth to respond, but then his hands were gently opening her legs, shouldering between them and that was…

And then, without breaking her gaze, he swiped the broad, flat of his tongue up her slit. 

That was all he had needed to do before she was already a begging mess underneath him. 

“ Oh,” it caught in her throat, the sound embarrassingly high and thin. He hummed in pleasure against her skin as he closed his lips over that bundle of nerves at the apex of her thighs, and she forgot her own fucking name and every bit of control over her body as her hips thrust up against him on their own accord. 

He laughed against her, the vibrations making her shudder, as he did it again, and then flickered his tongue over it in such a way that he had no choice but to pin her hips down to keep them on the bed. 

Her breath came in sharp gasps as he alternated between languid licks and then fucking his tongue into her…he slid his thumbs down to hold her apart so he could delve deeper…

Galena was helpless in his grasp as he devoured her. 

Devoured her like he was a starved male and she was his first meal in decades, like she was the best thing he had ever eaten in the first place, like her pleasure was the only thing that mattered…the pleasure was consuming her. 

She couldn’t even find the words for it, wordless cries of pleasure leaving her mouth nearly constantly, that pleasure tightening and tightening, climbing higher and higher until she found that great precipice and threw her down, let her explode in her pleasure…

She had thought that that was it, as she sank back against her bad, her breathing coming in sharp gasps…and then he just continued licking at her, and her back arched again, riding that razor-thin edge between pleasure and pain, as she ground against him, her core beginning to clench again. 

She wasn’t even sure how many times he made her find her peak, because she forgot everything. He reduced her to sharp cries of pleasure and hands grabbing for purchase, to grounding against him in search for more and when he finally let off her, she was hoarse and shaking, babbling noises that didn’t even make sense leaving her mouth. 

“Shhh, Lena. You did so well,” he praised her, pressing a kiss against her lips, and she gasped at the taste of herself on his tongue, these strong arms surrounding her, holding her. 

She could just press closer to him, even as he pulled back,  as a glass of water was pressed against her lips and she drank gratefully. 

That had been...that had been something. 

“Too much?” he asked her, nearly hesitantly, but she shook her head. 

No. Never. 

“No,” she brought out. “I loved every minute of it.”

[chalk-prnce]

You sure we're out of their sight?

in which you can't admit that you like komaeda, let alone liking a boy. warnings ; internalised homophobia, breakdowns male reader x komaeda nagito

im so sorry for never posting! i forgot all about this account and focussed on my ao3 account! but im here now so, enjoy that "Car lights" fanfic i promised but a different title.

The sun had already set, a premature twilight settling over the horizon as you stared out with the entire universe on your shoulders. Perhaps you should be more glad to get away from the city for a bit, even if you were only about 20 minutes away. Your friends proposed to all go out tonight, but you refused. You can't function properly if you don't figure yourself out and quick.

Sand crunched under your shoes as you breathed a hissing intake of air- it wasn't the best day for you today. You had drove to the nearest sea shore after a long day of battling your own disgust to something you'd rather not name. Even labelling it was shameful but tempting. If you say it aloud, usually it confirms it in your mind. For example- saying how much you love watching shitty sitcoms that you found hilarious when you were about 10 at the age of 17 going on 18 kind of seals the deal on it. A verbal contract- a shameful confirmation. 

Your tank was about one fifth filled up, and you were running on fumes of hope that it would still be able to take you to the nearest gas station after you're finished brooding. Even after being here for what felt like days, you still hadn't been able to figure yourself out. What are you really even freaking out over? What is your problem? Your dilemma? 

Komaeda Nagito. 

About a couple months ago, you two had met in the library on not the most friendly terms. However over time, you somehow managed to look past it and you two kept coming back to that same spot in the same library. 

"..Pride and Prejudice.." The ivory boy mumbled, sitting beside you as he leaned against his elbow on the table. "..You've truly never read this before? It's such a famous piece of literary artwork. One of the most famous actually.. Makes sense that someone so painfully average like you wouldn't know that."

He talks so much to you for someone who despises the very precense of the Reserve Course. "...Shut up, of course I knew about it- I just never found it interesting so I blew off reading it." 

You both scoff at eachother before sliding the book into the middle of the table and read it together, pointing out small bits of the book every now and then. 

"..I'd never fall for someone like Mr Darcy.. So cold.. so cruel. Even for money- seriously! That'd fuck me up." 

"..Well- I'd assume you wouldn't fall for someone like him- he's a boy." He let out a small laugh through his sentence- pushing you out of your thoughts. You couldn't believe you let that slip. 

"Right- nah, I'm just saying y'know. If I was a girl and liked guys, I'd never choose him." A slight awkward silence ensues after that awful slip up from you. It's only after a whole chapter does Komaeda begin to speak again.

"Would you though?"

"Would I what?"

"..You know, date a boy?"

You fiddle with the corner of the pages, sucking on your teeth before breathing out a small string of words. "..Relationships are tiring." Is all you can pull out from your mouth before going back to reading. It was an nice way of getting out of the topic. You could've easily said no- but for some reason you remained vague. 

"..That's not answering my question. Are you seriously that incompetent?" He sneered before leaning his hand on the seat of your chair, his head lulled to the side of both of you. "..Don't answer that actually, I know you are that incompetent." It was hard to tell in that moment if Komaeda was against the idea of homosexuality or not- he was always mixed signals. You open your mouth to say something; but now he was much closer, you could feel that sultry voice vibrate down your ears, and so you close your mouth and stay silent. 

"..You've gone quiet. Are you truly that stumped by my question?" He hummed, chills now digging it's needles into your back. "..I suppose it is quite the hard question, even for an Ultimate it could stump them." That's a weird thing to say, especially from the suspicious implications. 

"..You talk too much. Just keep reading." Is all you breathe out before you flip the page over and Komaeda shifts back away from your chair. The moment ends.

But it wasn't even the fact that he was in a much higher position than you- a high standing pedestal than your excuse for being a "symbol".  Perhaps you're over reacting about the wrong thing. Komaeda had a reputation for despising all reserve course's to the core. A more filthier piece of trash than him (if that was possible in his mind.) The purest scum of the Earth. You should be running for life, and you would if you were in the most rational state of mind. But you're quite obviously not. He's going to eat you alive but god you wonder how it'd be if you did so first. Laying back onto the hood of your car, you shriek out a loud groan and grip at your hair in frustration. You don't know exactly why you're so stressed over him, someone who's merely a friend. Barely, actually- more like civil accquantainces who had common interests and that was all. He despised being seen in public with you; if his classmates ever walked into the library whilst you two were there, he would quickly but quietly shuffle to another nearby table. 

In the earlier months of your accquantainceship, you would've scoffed and insulted him after they left. But now, you simply look at them crowd around as they ask how Komaeda is before leaving. You felt like a frog amongst swans, something so dirty and unfitting to be with.

Silver glints of the moon fracture over the tides, the serene scenery surrounding you was ethereal, a song for the eyes. You've been here for about 5 hours, sitting in different positions all whilst rubbing your temples or banging your forehead onto your knees. It's getting harder to ignore this, to ignore him. Why are you here? You want to go home, but it feels like an obligation to stay and sort this out before you begin to lose your head. You'd honestly rather cut off your wings so that you can not fly into the sun but rather fall into the mighty blue beasts teeth than confront these ghastly thoughts of yours. Komaeda, Komaeda, Komaeda. You've never felt more stress over a name such as his. You should be cast to the wolves for these thoughts. But what thoughts? Your head does not contain blasphemies and your mouth has not committed any heresies. So why are you so troubled? Perhaps you do know, but if you even dare mention it you'd finally commit said heresy you so very feared. You can't say it. You won't dare think it. You refuse. You won't do it. 

But you can't stop- you've already done it. You imagine how perfectly your arms would fit around him, how easily your hands could mold together and your eyes would easily find the pearls of the deep dark in eachother's irises, how wonderfully your lips would fit like a jigsaw. 

You can't remember exactly how you became enamoured by him. Perhaps it was when you accidentally let your stare linger longer than you intended. That day, Komaeda brought in a book that you could only find via an online bookstore due to it being quite a strange piece. Turns out, he was absolutely infatuated with it, and rambling about it came easy to him.

"..The Book Of Disquiet is quite the interesting read- it was never finished, but it's easy to get how the book ends. The heteronyms that Pessoa created for it was intentionally made to be...boring. I've done alot of research on him- he really delves into the whole "Terrible Paradox of Self Awareness" topic- noting to the reader that writing and doing and saying is all completely meaningless yet continues to write, do and say things." The Lucky Student trails off, flicking back and forth to pages of his notes page he did on the portugese author, explaining and going through each little bit. 

You absorbed it in like a sponge- his voice was calming and his eyes were soft as he looked at the pages like it was a puppy. His hair was falling perfectly down his face and spilling onto his shoulders, his eyes shining with a glimmer you've only seen in the stars. Komaeda's beauty could never be put to justice through photos. Not even paintings could immortalise his visage- a night sky within his eyes and the sun within his soul. It was as if you were in an trance. There was a subtle breeze in your imagination as you stared- that was until you realised that was because Komaeda was waving his hand infront of your face.

"..Hello? Are you alright?" That was a first. He doesn't ask that often. "..You seem pretty out of it. It is quite warm in here.."

"..No. I'm fine. Keep reading." And the moment ends.

In your dreams, you described it as simple infatuation, but in reality it was not as airy and feather-light as that. In your nightmares, you described it as a deadly desire, but in reality it was not as short-lived and capricious as that. But to call it anything else in your own conscious mind? You'd rather be ripped from your organs.

But you don't want to keep thinking about it. You don't think you can do it any longer in this swealtering heat of the night. It was humid, but it barely felt like any air was being circulated around the Earth. One last sigh leaves you before you get up from your indented place in the sand and wander off to your car. It was an alright car, not the best and it was used by alot of past owners but it was the best you could get at your age. You pull out your keys and make sure to shake and jingle them a bit just so you can hear the clacking against them, hoping it'd snap you out of whatever this was. Opening the door and slamming it once you're inside, you push your keys into the engine and twist. Your car moans and groans several times, and you could've sworn you felt your heart shoot down to your gut. Your repeated attempts to twist your keys and turn on the engine are almost ridiculed by the curdling screams of the exhaust. Oh, come on. How did this happen? You take great care of your car! Not a single scrape or dent or even a mere collision with any other vehicle. What happened?

Ah. Right. Your tank- it was only one fifth full. Shit.

Well, now you're stuck at this beach with more rocks than grains of sand. His luck is rubbing off on you. Great, there you go again! You always just have to find some way to mention his name even in the most dire situations. What's wrong with you? A loud bang clanks against the hood of your car from the hail that was now pouring down, mocking you as you replicate those bangs onto your steering wheel from your forehead. Atleast you had shelter from it. But you had no money to call a repair work, and almost all of your friends were out for tonight. Oh, but who else is in your contacts that IS free? 

Komaeda Nagito.

You fully groan at his name, your hands dragging the skin of your face up and down. Do you really have to resort to this? It's either him or you stay in the hail with your car as shelter on a school night. God, and who knows how many assignments you probably have to do right now? You feel like crying. You end up crying. 

Hot blobs of salt run down your cheeks as you feel the overwhelming sense of dread. Nothing was going right for you today, nothing at all. Your bones feel heavy in your skin, your eyes straining to keep up with the amount of tears leaving you. Your car has no gas, it's hailing loudly and you're caught between the tides of pain and rapture as you stare at his contact on your phone. You hadn't even figured out the reason of why you are here. Maybe that's for the best. It'd be more awkward to face Komaeda if you had figured it out- but does that mean you most likely know what's wrong with you then? Are you in denial?

"...Hello?" His gravally voice seeps through the audio output.

"..Komaeda, can you come pick me up? My car broke down at the beach- I can't get home and I have no money to call repair services." Your voice is cracking and crumbling as you call, your hands occupied with either your phone or holding the wheel. All you hear is a groan that interrupts a 5 second silence. "..Please- after this I'll never call again, I promise-" All you hear is a beep. He hung up. What did you expect? Why would he ever come and help someone as pathetic as you?

You fall back into your seat, hands dragging your face again before you grumble to yourself under your breath. Why do you care so much? His attention burns your skin and his precense warms your nerves. You could practically melt at the thought of him. This isn't right. It just isn't right at all. It's disgusting, it should be illegal to feel like this for another man. You feel ashamed like you've committed murder. Being burnt at the stake would be a worthy punishment for this. Oh but the more you deny and refute this, refute him, the more you can't push these feelings down. It's all you're thinking about. 

So now you're stuck here and potentially broken what little bit of friendship you had with Komaeda. Great work. Aren't you just the most intelligent man alive? 

You huff it out in large and saltier blobs of misery, soon letting your exhausted eyes fall heavy. You're sitting in your car, hail now slowing as you drift off into probably one of the modt uncomfortable positions possible. In your dreams you envision a timeline where perhaps one of you were a girl instead, and loving eachother wouldn't need to be so compromising. Or perhaps a timeline where loving another boy wouldn't be compromising.

Soon enough, you're awoken by loud thuds and thumps against your window, you can barely make out what it is banging your window due to how much more the rain was pouring down now. A loud groan leaves your throat before you roll down the window, and your eyes finally open fully. That frizzy tuff of white cotten, now flattened by the rain is all too familiar for you. You stare at it. But not at his eyes.

Komaeda Nagito.

You both stare at eachother, stoic yet painful words were folded into the corners of eachother's eyes. It's been about 10 seconds you've been staring at eachother through your car window.

"..."

"..You truly are so incompetent, aren't you?"

What?

"..Driving all this way and you didn't even think to fill up your tank. On top of that, you call me of all people to solve this pathetic problem of yours and you're not even going to say a thing to me when I arrive."

He came here? But he hung up?

"..Are you blind? Are you deaf? Hello??" Komaeda sneers at you, grimacing at you. It's hard to see eachother through the rain.

"...you came."

He shuts up at that, and despite the rain, you can see his eyes soften. "..I did. You called me, you sounded.. stressed. So I came." But why?

"..I don't why I did. It was like I needed to. It doesn't make sense." He sighs before looking away. You narrow your eyes slightly, softening them too before you get out of your car and closing the door behind you, leaning against the soaked metal.

At this point, the only source of light came from your car lights, blaring from it's home to display all the droplets of rain that passed it. "..What happened?" His voice was quieter than quiet. Despite the rain being louder, you could only hear him. "..You don't usually go out so late. I thought your friends invited you out?"

"..You paid attention to that?" He nods. "I just needed to figure something out." He hums.

"..Well, have you?" You shake your head.

"..Maybe I can help. What is it you're troubling yourself with?" You huff.

Both of you wander over to the hood of your car, sitting ontop of it. "I can't tell you. I'd honestly rather die than do so. You'd rip me to shreds."

"What? Are you striving to become an Ultimate or something? It couldn't be that bad." You scoff and lay back onto your hood.

"..Remember that conversation we had a couple weeks back? You asked if I'd ever.."

"..Date a boy?" You nod. "..What about it?"

It takes a lot of courage to continue this conversation. "..What would.. what do you- think? Would you ever date one?" He shrugs. "Probably. Why? What does this have to do with anything?" How dense can someone be?

But that gives you a little something. He might. 

"..Put two and two together you fucking moron." At this point, you're getting tired of running away. Your feet are calloused with how much you've ran away from this problem of yours. You need to decide it now.

You glance over at his face and you see no malice in his visage. Perhaps he isn't here to taunt you. He's probably trying to understand what you meant. "..Ah." Is all he says before laying back onto the hood with you. "Whatever you decide for that, despite how..painfully filthy you are... I'll support you." 

He heaves alot during that sentence. Maybe it's due to the rain or maybe it just took too much out of him to try to be nice to you. You both look up, squinting through the rain. "..How long have you been out here?"

"..About.. 8 hours..? I don't know. I needed to find some space." Komaeda hums in agreement as he combs his strands back. "Fair enough. But you might catch a cold." That's new. "Since when did you care, Main course?" You could just about hear the small chuckle under his breath.

This all felt like some strange peace treaty between you two. It was no longer insults but rather it felt like light-hearted jokes. Like you two had known each other forever. "Would you rather me let you out to die from pneumonia?" You laugh and shake your head. Your laughter simmers down and you both look at each other, you hadn't looked at him for the entire time. Looking at him almost made you sob. You don't know if you can do this.

"So... what made you start... thinking of this whole liking boys thing?" He asks with a careful tone, talking to you at this moment felt like a delicate activity. You can't tell him that. You just shrug.

"So you pull me all the way out here, just so we can lay in the rain on your hood?" You smile at that but you shake your head. "..I don't think I can tell you why. I don't want to ruin this." You gesture to the little space between you two. "It's taken me so long to just say I potentially like...boys. I feel like I should be atoning for this."

"No shame in liking guys. You don't need to tell me why then," You thank him with your silence, ", Any guys you like right now though?" You slap his shoulder and he puts both hands up in the air with a smirk. "What? It's a genuine question!"

Eyes roll as you simply return to looking up at the crying sky. "Perhaps. Do you?" He shrugs. "Perhaps."

"You can't just copy my answer. Give me something here."

"You're not giving me a thing here. How about we both give small hints?" It's a good idea and so you agree. "Hair colour?" God that is the worst question. He'll easily tell who it is then. "That's way too obvious!" A small huff leaves him before he goes back to thinking. "Hm, fine.. which course is he in?"

The thing is, you don't know anyone else in the Main Course other than him and Kazuichi. He was your neighbour for a long time and you two grew close as friends. But he didn't know that, did he? "..Main Course." You awaited a scoff or a remark of how you don't deserve to love anyone from the Main Course, but he just hums.

"..Would you like to know mine?"

It almost takes your entire being to not say yes so eagerly. He clicks his tongue in amusement.

"..Reserve."

There's a strange casual coolness in his voice, as if he hadn't just said something that completely shook you to your roots and make you question everything about him. This contradicted everything about him! What kind of weird enemies-to-lovers experience did he have?

"..Shocking, I know. Seems like we're in similar situations, unfortunately." Komaeda remarks, however he has a smirk on his face that gives you a bad feeling that he knows. Maybe you should give in to defeat.

"..Don't you hate us? Why would you ever want to love one of us?" Your inquiry is the one to make him finally scoff. "..I never wanted to. But I had to accept it soon enough, I have enough things to eat away at me. I didn't need another." It felt slightly insulting but you got it. It was exactly like you and this gay situation. "..That's...fair enough. When did you finally accept it?"

"..About.. A month or two ago? I had let it waste away at me for about.. 4 months." 6 months. You've known him for 6 months.

"..Wow.. You've been in love with some dude ever since the day we met and you didn't bother to tell me? I'm honestly betrayed, Komaeda."

"Well I didn't exactly see you as a friend back then, did I?" That caught you off guard. "So that means you see me as a friend now?"

"Perhaps." That leaves a smile on your face.

You two stay out on your hood for another 5 minutes. It's getting cold. It's very late.

"..You figured it out yet?" His voice sounds less sultry, now it was more careful and smooth. You shrug.

Over the course of 5 minutes, 2 things went through your head. Should you just give in to defeat and tell him and potentially ruin everything or should you just say no and just get him to drive you two home and send a service for your car later? The latter sounds tempting. It's such a cursed mindset- it felt like a fruit from a poisonous tree. Your thoughts were fickle between the decisions of defeat and stubborness. All your troubling thoughts brutally clawed at your face and brain, infecting it like your brain was filled with scorpions. Your tolerance was beginning to simmer and sizzle. Perhaps you thought about it too much. Maybe you're overthinking. What if you gave in to defeat and he rejects you? It was all for nothing. But he doesn't owe you that affection just because you came out to him within the same day. Why can't you decide? Why won't you hurry up? Why, why, why?-

Your thoughts silence. His lemon grass eyelashes fluttered at you like rare butterflies in the spring morning. You take one more breath.

"I like a boy from the Main Course. I can.. confirm that now. I'm not the most.. okay with that fact but.. I can't let it eat me away aswell." You smile weakly at him. Looking into Komaeda's eyes, you can see glints of a smile in them. He seems proud of you.

"But I... uh.. don't think he likes me back." He cocks his head slightly to the side. "Why do you say that?" This might also give it away.

But your rational reasoning had been long gone from your brain ever since you started crying and screaming on a beach in a broken down car.

"He doesn't exactly like Reserves." You cover your mouth to giggle as if you just told someone the dumbest secret ever. His eyebrow raises at you. "Oh?"

Oh.

Shit.

"..Aha.. Ahhhhh... Yeah. What about your Reserve Crush? Does he like Main Courses?"

"No. He always scoffs when he sees me."

"I would too." You already do.

"Why wouldn't he like you though? Despite how painfully average you are... You're quite stunning in the moonlight. And somehow you're able to make me laugh everyday." You are quite the comedic genius.

"Because I'm no Ultimate. I've heard the way he talks about the Ultimates and I'm never going to live up to that. I wish I could. I always wonder if I'm ever going to."

"Maybe he's let go of that aspect of hatred from you." He suggests, looking over at you. "..Maybe he sees you as something even more." It's your turn to raise an eyebrow. "..How would you know that?"

"My luck is that of the stars. I might be right." Komaeda winks before staring deeper into your eyes.

"My troubles lie exactly with if he'll like me or not right now, and supposedly your luck will help me?" He shrugs. You two have become ever so much more closer on your hood, sitting upright. You two haven't made this long of eye-contact ever. You two haven't made this type of contact ever either. He's beautiful. You can feel his cold breath against you.

Over the course of your time together on your car with raining weeping onto you, Komaeda came closer for warmth and you came closer to try and hear his small tone. It's only become more apparent of how little space there was between you two. You have a strange feeling on where this is going with how close he is becoming.

"Are you scared?" You nod slightly. He probably noticed your eyes shake between his lips and the surroundings and back to his eyes.

"I feel like someone will see us."

"Through the car lights? I doubt it. Do you still want to deny yourself this? I can stop if you want." He backs away slightly as a demonstration, but you catch his shoulders and shake your head. "...There is nothing to run from. I'm not scared. I only have one more worry on my mind but... it's nothing you should be concerned about." And he smiles.

"Would you..let me answer your troubles?"

You're unsure of what he means, however you aren't given much of a chance to question him. You feel a cold pair of lips press against yours, and you feel complete. You two complete eachother, knocking their air out of eachothers lungs as you hold hands and kiss on your hood. "..Don't let them see my face." Is all you mumble through your muffled lips as you two, push eachother up against the car, holding eachother like life lines. "I don't know how to be without you." Komaeda mumbles back, digging his nimble hands into your hair.

It feels like fireworks as you finally break away and look at eachother. Your finger tips slowly trace to his knuckles, holding his hand tightly as you two continue to watch the tides rise and retreat.

"...Would.. would you.. like to go back now?" You nod. You two get off of the vehicle and enter Komaeda's. You leave with smiles and blushes between a silence.

The rain stopped at that very second.

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Jeongyeon x M/F Reader - "Won't Go Home Without You"

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Twiceland has never been at rest since the incident, which has imprisoned the inhabitants inside their own nightmare. Every day, the people go about their lives feeling empty-handed and uneasy about potential threats that may arise at any time.

However, yesterday grew much worse, making it difficult for individuals to focus on what they do as they were all gathered about in their own homes, with the designated spectators keeping an eye out for the arrival of a group of people to whom they owe their lives the most.

They are the annihilators of their land, swore to protect and avenge those who are fallen and victimized, for the sake of the people and the nation's freedom. They are composed of eight warriors, all of them are female. Technically, they were nine of them, what happened to one of them will get to that later.

While the watcher is sipping tea and rolling the butt of his gun on the sandy ground, he saw some figures approaching from the shadows on the distance. He patted his fellow watcher who is sleeping and alerted him, pointing at those figures.

All of the watchers began directing their firearms at it until the familiar count of people made them slowly decrease in relief.

However, that doesn't mean that it was now assured that it was the annihilators who just arrived, because from the look of one of them, something happened really badly.

"QUICK! GET HER SOME AID!" The oldest of the group, Nayeon shouted at the officials as they all saw one of the members unconscious and being carried by her fellow member.

They all ran immediately to search for the rescuers. Placing down their comrade's damaged condition on the blanket, they all let out a huge sigh of defeat, exhausted from the life-threatening battle they just participated earlier.

"I can't believe it." Jihyo spoke first, shaking her head in disappointment. "She really did it. I never thought there would come a day where she would turn her back and forget everything we've done together for this land."

"From the look of her face earlier, it's not the Jeongyeon I've known before." Sana said, with a fear and shiver in her voice as she remember her contact with Jeongyeon during the battle. "It's completely different. Oozing with cruel and evil motivations is what fills her up inside now."

"I'm not gonna be shocked." Tzuyu reacted seriously. "Just look what she has done to Dahyun-unnie. Do you all really think that she's still the friend we knew? She would never dare to inflict pain to one of us in case it's needed for trainings. That, right there... is her pure intention."

"So what does this mean now?" Mina inquired. "Are we really going to view her now as our enemy? We're just gonna let her add more problems to us? Is it really over now to-"

"No." Chaeyoung stood up, staring at Mina then glares around at the rest of the members. "We're not going to let our eyes peeled off on unnie. Our target is still on the downfall of the Emperor. She's just a distraction."

"So what do you have in mind, Chaeng?" Momo asked, curious at what the younger is insisting for them to do.

"We continue on taking down the Dark Side while at the same time, we also try to distract Jeongyeon to not get involved too much at this chaos."

"How?" They all questioned.

Chaeyoung paused and lowered her head before exhaling and glanced at them with determination. "We have to find him. He's the only one who can manage her."

"But Chaeng, we don't even know where he's at now?"

"Only some of you, but not me." Chaeyoung stated. "I think it's time that get some back-up into this ongoing mess, but first we're going to prepare a lot of convincing."

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Miles away from their town, a certain person is training some children who are aspiring to be the future warriors of the sacred land. The kids were following every fighting moves and listens to his/her masterful advices he/she provides on the lessons in order to provide assistance for them.

During their break, the tutor was reorganizing the weapons they used when a villager called your name before barging in to the tent.

"What is it?" You asked without even looking at the guard.

"Master YN, I've come to inform you there are outsiders from another town who wants to see you."

"How many of them?"

"Four, sir."

"And what do they want?"

"I'm afraid they didn't mentioned-"

"Then I decline. Please, get them out of here." YN glanced at the guard, rotating your eyes on you while the latter saw cautious and well-aware you are of any possible danger these strangers might brought to you, but more importantly, to your people.

"But sir, one of them said you all know each other. And they have something very important to tell you."

You gave the guard another glance again, sensing that he's telling you that everything is going be fine with his communication at these mysterious people.

With all trust, you gave up and sighed. "Fine. I'll be out for a while."

You stepped outside and waved the tent's canvas to let it open. You were shown to be correct when bright lights suddenly blinded you for a brief period of time before gradually disappearing and making everything clearly visible once again. You were familiar with the individuals in front of you, and as was always the case, you felt compassion and never dread for them.

"Chaeyoung." You muttered as you stared at the smallest girl out of the four before looking also at the rest of them. "Girls? W-what are you doing here?"

"Long time no see, YN." Chaeyoung greeted him. "And we're here to talk with you in urgent."

------------------------------------ Many different types of spacecrafts were seen flying around outside the Star Destroyer, a moon-sized space station floating in space which is used as the ultimate destruction weapon of the Galactic Empire, a mighty military force influenced by the Dark Side of the Force.

This serves as the Imperial officers' headquarters as well, where they formulate plans and carry out the commands of the formidable and evil Emperor Jeonghan, the commander of the Knights of Doom, whose only goal is to subjugate new territories and destroy their enemies, the Jedi. Yoo Jeongyeon, the high ranked leader of the Sith and called as the Dark Lord of the Knights Of Doom , was inside the station polishing her bloodstained helmet before slamming it on an ovular tray filled with the ashes of the Empire's fallen victims. She recalled what she done to Dahyun as she looked in the mirror, realizing that she was the one who had injured her friend and former group member. She just followed through on her obligations, knowing that by doing so, she would gain the Dark Lord's complete trust and be granted her proper position within the organization. But when the soldiers told her that Emperor wanted to meet her, an anxious expression came to her face. The troops marched beside her as she went. As she continues walking in the path that would bring her and the Emperor of darkness to the same location, her heart begins to race.

They reached the door, the troopers escorted on opening it, and Jeongyeon was let to enter the room first. There, he saw Jeonghan eating at the head of the table.

"Come on, have a seat and eat." He invites Jeongyeon who kept on watching him just busily devouring his food.

She followed and eat, the helpers assisted her to eat comfortably before they left her alone with him.

It went for some few minutes of silence as they gave more time to satisfy their hunger before Jeonghan initiated the first move to start their conversation.

"The status report has reached to me that you were this close on your mission." Jeonghan said, gesturing the size of her chances of accomplishing that given mission she had to finish in success.

"But I'm afraid it didn't go well as expected."

Jeongyeon shuts her eyes and curses herself in disappointment and frustration. "I-it was them. They are becoming more aware now of our next move."

"I know." Jeonghan said. "And we both know it doesn't have to go that way further. We have to compromise a plan that they cannot avoid. It's their fate to die in defeat with our own hands, and soon we will rule the entire galaxy... together." He glared at Jeongyeon, she felt his sincerity and hoped that the day of that to happen will come by sooner.

"But I'm not here to express my letdown or disgrace what you've done. In fact, I should be rather... impressed."

Jeongyeon became confused, furrowing her eyebrows. "F-for what, sire?"

"You managed to disable one of them, am I right?" Jeonghan said, referring to what she did to Dahyun. Jeongyeon became guilty, her face became interestingly fell as she got reminded again of what she did to her former friend.

"Y-yes. She tried to defend a family against us. She got on my nerves and... I-"

"You don't need to explain, I know. Pests can be a lot irritating." Jeonghan calmed her down. "I congratulate you for not holding back on your desire, my Lord. You remained dedicated on the plan, on your mission. It didn't matter to me if you didn't completely made the mission done, atleast to me... learning that they suffer on our wrath and prove who is the bigger threat here is enough to me."

Jeonghan stands and walks towards Jeongyeon who is still unmoved and staring at her plate. He held her shoulders and gently squeezed it. "You can feel it now, don't you? Let it all in and control you, Jeongyeon. Soon, you'll finally become one of us and then... like I told you, everybody will respect and treat you highly unlike you've never seen before, and I will be there for you to provide all of it. Embrace the dark side."

He gave her few playful pats on her cheek before walking away, leaving Jeongyeon who shivered in her touch, speechless as she kept her composure despite being uncomfortable, resulting to develop a sudden longing sensation from somebody she knows who could do much better than what Jeongyeon is trying to make her prove.

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"So, what do you want to talk about?" YN said after giving them food and water as his treat to his surprise guests.

All four of them looked at each other before Jihyo, the leader of the annihilators nodded at them in signal. "It's about Jeongyeon, YN."

You stared at her and escaped a bitter smile at the mention of the name before it vanished and went back on being serious. "What's with her?"

"She's now being controlled by the Dark Side, YN; and she is now following orders under Dark Lord Jeonghan." Nayeon reported. "She even hurt Dahyun during the battle."

"Wait what do you mean hurt?" It grabbed your attention. "How is Dahyun doing?"

"Still recovering from her wounds, but that huge slash that Jeongyeon did on the skin of her arm with her lightsaber might put her out of action once the troopers arrives again and try to destroy the town."

"YN, Twiceland is next. The previous town was badly damaged by them few days ago, and I suppose they are now coming for us in return for ruining their goal." Chaeyoung said to you.

YN wasn't shocked to hear any of this being caused by Jeongyeon, but rather you are heavily disheartened and dismayed at what she has become. You knew it already that her betrayal would go this way, but still you couldn't help yourself to put all the blame to yourself for what happened to her.

"You know, until now, I still feel like I didn't do better enough to be her friend, which I know all of us are definitely feeling the same but... the effect of that on me was worse because... you know what I mean, girls. She meant more to me already. I could've been there to observe closer and prevent Jeongyeon get abducted and be manipulated by the scheme of the Dark Side." You expressed your own fault at the girls as you remember how she started to slowly change whenever you talk to her, the lovely smile, her adorable laughs, the color in her mood were all gone. She became even more secretive on her own worries to you. You could've just done better for her, from what you believe in.

"We understand, YN. We all know we wanted to change and hope that all of these should've never occured but what else can we do? It's now here, and all we have to do is to face the consequences." Jihyo said. "But... this doesn't mean that time is already out for us to do something that will grant us... redemption."

"YN, we all know here that you are the one who is most capable of protecting and saving Jeongyeon." Chaeyoung said. "We have this feeling that even if she thinks that she already has found the place where she belongs, there's something that-"

"Icks us inside? Yeah, I've been having that, every single day." You admitted. "Last night, I woke up from a nightmare. She appeared in my dreams and it was very fast, but all I could witness is that she's in trouble."

"So you have it on your own too. Don't you think that... this could be a sign? That Jeongyeon isn't really going to receive the better treatment she seeks for?" Nayeon suggested. "And this is a right timing for us to come here and request if you could... join us for one last time?

You looked at all of them who has their eyes now glued on you as they wait on your response. "YN, we all want to do better, and this is this time that we make a move for it." Chaeyoung said. "This is not just an ordinary battle, but a bloody, horrific war once they step foot into our land. Everybody involved will not be assured of safety BUT, it's better to die trying than let them achieve control over the entire galaxy and watch millions of innocent people suffer in their reign."

"Jeongyeon is THE key here, YN. If they think they just took the biggest advantage for our downfall, they have to be proven wrong, and we cannot do that without you, YN."

Chaeyoung pleaded at you and gave you the exact encouragement you need in order to participate in this plan.

Your mind started to get occupied again with the thoughts of Jeongyeon as you watched the kids and the people just doing their business outside the camp from the plastic window.

"The real her is still there within her. I know it, I can feel it, and I couldn't wait anymore to see again that Jeongyeon that I once loved."

You turned at them which they are now standing on their seat.

"I'm going with you all. I will save her and bring her back to where she belongs. To us."

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The following days, the group with YN now on their side tries to trespass into the Dark Side's base and steal the chip that contains the information and destroy the power core that activates the entire planet.

They went to proceed to the mission, but due to Sana's clumsiness of getting bumped with a trooper, they were accidentally discovered by them. YN was alone on doing his task when he heard the siren.

They got separated from each other and tries to find a way escape. YN ran as he tries to figure out the paths until you unexpectedly crossed paths with none other than Jeongyeon, now in his Dark Lord appearance. She is now wearing an all black hood with a tight fitted suit that accentuated her perfectly sculpted figure, her hair all sprayed down and her menacing helmet that hides her beautiful face.

Startled and tension arise between them as they finally met once again after a long time, YN stopped on her tracks as he finally comes face to face with the ghost of his past.

"J-Jeongyeon?"

"YN/LN. You are under arrest for trespassing and committing a crime of stealing a confidential information. Stay where you are and don't make any move."

You just stared at this... unknown figure in confusion. She doesn't sound like entirely at all like her. This is a complete different being. It's like a new evil persona was put into her to disguise and enslave her in order to make her fall in line with them.

"Stop acting like you don't know me, Jeongyeon. I know you in there!" You shouted. "I'm not going to follow or be intimidated to any of your orders. I came here with a sole purpose and nothing will do to stop me. And that is to put the Empire down!"

"If that is what you came for, then you just made the biggest mistake for costing your life." Jeongyeon takes out her red lightsaber and wielded it.

"Snap out of it, Jeongyeon! Please, can we just talk and listen to me? You have to take a closer look at the bigger picture here. Don't you see what you're doing? This isn't the Jeongyeon that... that I know." You stammered at the last words. Behind the mask, Jeongyeon felt like her heart was tugged on it's string with your acknowledgement of witnessing her unwanted transformation.

"Don't try anything stubborn that might get us in the hard way here, YN." She tried not to listen. You sighed and shook your head. You released your blue lightsaber and wielded it.

"I don't want to hurt you, Jeong. Please. Don't make me do this."

Jeongyeon was certain of her decision, so she sprang and lunged at you, threatening to slam the lightsaber in your face, but you deflected her attack by protecting yourself. After that, you two clashed in a lightsaber combat in which she tried to strike and you just let her, being care to defend yourself. Since you are aware that you are unable to truly harm the lady you love the most, you were speaking the truth when you said that you didn't want to hurt her.

Jeongyeon uses her force but you countered it, forming your hands and clenching all your finger tips as you aimed it on her, making each of you to be tangled within each other's force field. A tug of war of your own powers, none of the sides wants to give up.

Both of you screamed in rage before the force field went stronger that results to the two of you getting flung away in the away, crashing to the metal bridge painfully. Just as when YN was about to stand up, you were surprised by the arrest of the troopers as they quickly grabbed your arms.

You tried to resist before your vision went dark.

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As Emperor Jeonghan walks into the detention cell, he is pleased to discover YN still and handcuffed with high tech steel cuffs, having been brought in by Jeongyeon, who had captured you like a rat that had attempted to get into their territory. As this is going on, the group manages to escape and notifies the town to prepare for a fight. They are aware of the consequences now that awaits them as they were unable to recover the chip.

Back at the base, YN was brutally tortured by the troopers, hitting you with their space guns, turning you into a punching bag, and electrocuting you while you are hanging in the ceiling with your arms still tied.

It may not be seen in her face clearly because of her helmet, but Jeongyeon didn't lasted long to stand there, listen to your screams of despair and watch you get abused. She went outside of the room, halted in her steps, her breathing became ragged under the helmet as your shouts of desperation echoes in the background.

Jeongyeon on the other hand, was enjoying it and finds it hilarious to see the woman still have the soft spot for the man, encouraging him to do worst things possible for the man.

Hours later, YN was back in your consciousness and in your surprise, you find Jeongyeon treating all your wounds and bruises. This time, her helmet was off, and you can see her face again. She didn't changed at all. She may look like she became even more angsty and cold, but she was still gorgeous. In fact, she looks even more stunning than before, you never thought you would admire her a lot now with her new short black hairstyle.

"You're awake." She noticed before applying aid again on your bruise which made you hiss in pain. "Don't say I didn't warn you. You should've listen to me."

"I don't much care about it." You said. "They can torture me however they want, but my mind won't change. Soon, the empire will crumble and the Dark Side will end."

Jeongyeon smirked and mockingly pouted. "If you say so. Goodluck with that then. I'm telling you that it will hard."

"I know, but I'm here to try, and I'm not doing this only for the sake of Twiceland... but for you."

She looked at you, her face softened for a second before she switched back in her monotonous demeanor.

"I don't need your help, YN. I never asked for you anyway so just leave me alone."

"Jeongyeon, what has gotten to you?" You wondered. "That day. There's something wrong happened between you and the girls. I know because they mentioned to me about it, but they never got to expand the reason for me to understand it."

Jeongyeon stopped on what she's doing before she turned back and prepared the equipments. "Oh really? I thought they would make me sound like I'm the one who's being troublesome."

You squinted your eyes, suspicious of Jeongyeon's bitterness over the girls. "I don't really get what you're trying to say, Jeongyeon. But why? How can you do this to them?"

She slammed the kit on the table and sighed deeply, her anger starts to boil her blood but she tried to be calm, wanting to match your state. You were taken aback at her aggressiveness, and you just had to watch her take her time to control her emotions that you might've urged her to feel by revisiting the moment that led her departure and betrayal. "Fine, I did turned their backs on them. I didn't want to do it, but their constant mention of my disadvantages has what threw me into my breaking point."

She indicated that the actual cause of their altercation was a misunderstanding between her and Jihyo, the group leader, which made her feel disrespected and insulted, making her believe she was the weakest and least important member of the group. She was under a lot of stress and pressure at the moment trying to figure out how to meet their expectations. She had been feeling as like she didn't really belong in their group for a while until Jeonghan occurred to see her in a gathering talking about what had happened. As he learnt about Jeongyeon's situation, he offered her a help, promising that if she learns how is it like to stand in their side she would become more powerful and hold more purpose than she ever has in their group. She declined the offer at first, but then Jeonghan didn't gave up on her, still letting the offer stand. That thought had lingering around Jeongyeon's head for quite some time.

"Then that day arrived, when a battle emerged between the group and the Knights, I just suddenly snapped when Jihyo started to command me and...all I know after that was I threw her to the tree with my force field. I walked out with the group staring at me in utter confusion, letting them in grave danger as I joined the troopers." Jeongyeon continued as she stares at the wall, in terror as she lets the flashback run in her head. "I arrived at the base, Jeonghan welcomed me with open arms, and he started to do exactly what he promised for me, something that the group could never do to me."

"Yeah, and that is to manipulate and take you for granted." You glared at Jeongyeon who knitted her brows at your change in aura, twisting her words. "Whatever fight you two may had, I know they never intended to hurt your feelings and they just want the best for you."

"You don't know what you're talking about, YN." Jeongyeon said. "Don't sympathize for me."

"And why I shouldn't be? Jeongyeon, you're my friend and so as they."

"BECAUSE YOU WEREN'T THERE WHEN I NEEDED YOU!" Jeongyeon yelled at you, her eyes watery and reddened, both her face and fists clenched in anger and heartbreak as she got recalled again of that another memory. "YOU DON'T KNOW WHAT I'VE BEEN THROUGH!"

You stared at her, confused from the blame that was put to you by Jeongyeon. You can see how it hurted her badly and knowing that this time, you are responsible for making her feel like that made you instantly owe a sincere apology to her.

"I was at my low when I am having trouble on improving myself, I didn't want to talk to any of them at first, and so I remember that I had you." Jeongyeon started to cry between her words. "I had you, YN and I felt fine at first that I know I still have someone to share my problems and seek comfort but... when I started to look for you, you weren't there.

Every day I waited for you, hoping that atleast I could be happy being with you just like you always do whenever we're together but... why, out of all times, you suddenly disappeared when I needed you the most?

And now you here again, trying to understand a problem of mine that I already buried and wanting to save me when I don't need it anymore? Tell me, what else do I need to have from you?"

You stayed silent, now completely aware of the pain you inflicted on her. It was never intentional to hurt such a pure woman like her, you wanted to explain but you believed that there's something more important that has to be done first."

"I'm sorry, Jeongyeon... for all of that." You muttered. "I know I couldn't fix what I broken, but... I don't want to waste my purpose of putting myself in this situation, with you."

You reached for her hand laying on the vacant space of the bed beside you, Jeongyeon teared up more on your touch, she wanted to admit that she missed it a lot, but what you did would still take some time for her to process. "I'm going to make things right, Jeongyeon. I may have not showed up at the time when you needed my back, but believe me when I say that I never gave up on you."

Jeongyeon stared at you and gently shake her head before she used her force field to make you fall asleep. She emotionally watches you in your peaceful slumber, while thinking twice about his proposition as she remembers all the memories she shared once with the girls, especially Jihyo.

In order to put an end to this once and for all, the annihilators prepare Twiceland for the Knights' arrival during the ultimate battle. When they arrived, Dark Lord Jeongyeon led the troops' charge as they watched the battle unfold, with Emperor Jeonghan keeping watch from his position. The troopers started shooting every peasant and combatant they came across. Additionally, they started using their lasers to demolish the structures until the annihilators started taking out the adversaries one by one. Additional troops march from the ship while others use their spacecraft to take the fight into the air. They started shooting at anybody below, without really caring who they hit in the process.

Their attacks stopped when strange set of lights aligned from the dim distance until they were all startled when one of it fired a destroyer spacecraft and exploded. An X wing then immediately appeared and flew towards the another, blasting it with a laser cannon.

The war was taken below and up above the sky. Emperor Jeonghan and Dark Lord Jeonghan were spooked at the arrival and unexpected alliance of the Rebels and the Annihilators to protect Twiceland.

"Send the scum here." Jeonghan instructs a trooper and went out of the base for a while before returning with his comrades, carrying the injured YN on his arms.

You were brought at the center, near the window where they forcefully had you watch the brutality and destruction that is being unleashed on Twiceland.

"No... w-what are you doing? Leave them a-alone!!!" You tried to scream despite of the pain and exhaustion you feel but then Emperor Jeonghan zapped you with his electricity.

"SILENCE!"

Even Jeongyeon couldn't deny that it stings her to see her beloved hometown and the people being put through hell by the Dark Side.

Jeonghan looks at Jeongyeon. "And now, for your final task, you must claim Twiceland, capture all the people, take those pieces of junk out of the sky and kill those worthless Rebels! With these, you can now fulfill your destiny of becoming the rightful Dark Lord not only by the Empire, but by the entire clan of the Sith." He proudly presented to her.

Hearing the biggest and most difficult task she has ever been given to that involves her hometown and her former friends that stood as her first family, Jeongyeon hesitated on that command.

"Jeongyeon, no don't listen to him. Please! YOU HAVE TO WAKE UP!" YN hurriedly pleads on her again as he recalls all the good things they have done for her.

Jeonghan fights back by striking him with electricity, attacking YN. "This is what you get for your lack of faith and vision that we have for the galaxy. Your convincing is the same as your powers, all have no match for the Dark Side!" He said before releasing another tingling shockwaves of electricity to YN, twitching intensely in pain.

"Remind you that we have a promise Jeongyeon, you said it yourself! The desire you have led you standing here with the power you wanted to possess, so why bother throw it away for a half-witted scum like him!"

The disarray of it all was beginning to aggravate and anger Jeongyeon. She then glanced at YN, whose clothes was now smoldering from the amount of electricity you had taken, and she instantly felt a sorrow in her heart. Memories flashed across her mind: when Jeongyeon and YN initially became friends, they vowed to stick by one another through hardship and to support one another through it. She knew you failed, but you are too irresistable for her, mainly brought by the feelings she has blossomed from your connection with her. A series of explosions rocked the town as multiple destroyer fleets fired lasers at anything below, destroying all that was left, including the structures and every beings scattered in fright and madness.

"YES... MORE! MOREEE! MOREEEEEE!!!!" Jeonghan's eyes sprung up in excitement, his face crunched creepy as he shouted and laughs in rage and sinister.

As he continues to harshly electrocute you until you get toasted alive, Jeongyeon walked away beside him as she has made up her decision, removes her helmet, threw it at the wall, grabs her lightsaber and slashes Jeongyeon's back, falling unconscious.

The Knights that were all standing around them in the room shocked at Jeongyeon's betrayal. They began cornering her and unleashed their blazing staff, in which she prepares her fighting stance and gripped her lightsaber tighter.

"Come on, you sons of bitches." Jeongyeon gestured at them to come at her and all of them did, in which she prevented them all by attacking them at once.

Jeongyeon shielded herself from a lightsaber smash before throwing the Knight away with a force through the midsection.

She went into a clash with the second Knight before catching his hand and twisted her lightsaber, yeeting his staff and cutting both of his hands effectively before snapping his head off with her force.

Jeongyeon felt a kick on her back as the third Knight surprises her with a blindside attack. The fourth Knight cooperated, about to slash her head off but she spun aside, the staff hit the floor instead.

She did a kip up, slashing the third Knight to his waist, cutting him in half before rotating the lightsaber backwards, stabbing the fourth Knight behind and pull lightsaber upwards as it slashes his torso open.

The fifth Knight threw his staff on Jeongyeon, she was aware but it was too late. It hit the handle and got thrown away from her hold. She collapsed on the floor and the Knight walks towards her, ready to kill her.

She was about to ran out of energy and get outnumbered before suddenly, the fifth Knight kneeled as YN went back up by grabbing Jeongyeon's lightsaber and stabbing his knee. Jeongyeon then force choked her until his neck snapped.

Jeongyeon slowly stands up and looked at you from above, she lends her hand and you looked at it before focusing on her face. There it is, the same old Jeongyeon that you once knew is finally back in control.

Without any further do, Jeongyeon immediately hugged you tightly and cried on your shoulder. You reciprocate her embrace and patted her back.

"I'm sorry, YN." She sniffed on her tears. "I'm so sorry."

"I'm glad you're back, Jeongyeon." You said with a smile on your face. A teardrop finally escaped in your eye.

You seperated her from your body and looked at her closely. You wiped off her tears and swayed away some strands of her hair. "You asked me what I want from you and I want to give you my answer fast."

"Hope is hard, I want you to believe it's still there. I know the damage has been done but there's always a time where you can start all over again and avoid repeating the same mistake twice. That's why I don't want you to keep on running because... it's harder to stay, Jeongyeon."

"I want to make you feel okay. I failed before but that didn't made me give up on you." You said as you said it to her from all of your heart. "Let me save and protect you again, and this time; I want to make sure that it will be the best thing I ever did. I love you, and please come back... because I won't go home without you."

Jeongyeon cupped both of your cheeks and pulled you closer to her, bringing you to a kiss that you once always imagining to share with her, and now it's here, with her turning it into a reality. It may have been done in a wrong time and wrong setting but, being with her will always going to be special.

"Then take me with you, I have no other plans to leave anymore."

They proceed to make their way escape to the planet as they set it into self destruct. You two encountered more troopers, in which both of you fought them all side by side. Jeongyeon was the one who push and pull them off while you are the one in charge of stabbing and slaying them through their deaths.

As the path were now cleared and continued to make your way out, you ached as you felt a burning sensation on your thigh.

"TRAITOR!!! WHO SAID BOTH OF YOU CAN LEAVE!"

It was then you found out that Emperor Jeonghan is stumbling on his feet, he just fired a lightning on the part you felt the sting. He slowly making his way towards them. Jeongyeon pushed him away with her force field.

"Jeong, listen to me. Go without me and help the group fight the troopers."

"What?!" Jeongyeon was astounded. "No, I'm not going anywhere. I'm staying with you."

"Jeong, we're running out of time here! I'm injured, it will take much time for us to get out." You said to her. "I'll be here to take care of him."

"No, I'm not going to leave you here alone! But how about you?!"

You stared at Jeongyeon who is about to cry again, the panic and worry of your condition triggering her emotions.

"I'll do my best." You smiled. "Just please, save yourself for me. I came here for you,  right?"

Jeongyeon pressed her head against yours. "Damn it..." She hiccuped on her sobs, irritated that there's nothing they can do. She quickly kissed you again. "I'll be waiting for you out there, YN."

You nodded and she immediately ran towards the airbase where she can retrieve some destroyer fleet from there.

Now back on their feet, YN and Jeonghan stared at each other with deadly eyes. "Let's finish this."  The tension brought them opportunity to attack together, turning it into a brawl as the two beats the hell out of each other. Jeonghan threw the first blow, a ball of electricity about to bump on your face, but you dodged it and made a spin with a swing of your lightsaber.

Meanwhile, Nayeon was hiding behind a tree, struggling to face three troopers who are looking for her. She was about to build up her courage and whisper "May the force be with me" before she heard grunting and shrieking sounds.

All she know after that is that the troopers are down, and a familiar figure is standing between them.

Nayeon points her lightsaber in fear at her but the latter just smiled and lets out tears as she slowly walks towards the older member and her former friend.

Nayeon turns off her lightsaber and started to look back at her emotionally. "J-jeongyeon?"

She nodded and softly smiled before she hugged Nayeon, the two shared an emotional moment while the rest of the members watched them. Jihyo was the most relieved out of them all.

As she got reunited with the group she instantly became worried that YN isn't showing up yet as the planet slowly crumbles.

With half a minute remaining before the destruction, you finally killed Jeonghan by slashing his hand gripping on the rail, making her fall down to the energy core of the base. However the heavy injury you took unabled you to quickly escape the planet.

You looked at the timer and sat at the middle of a metal bridge. Pulling out the necklace you wanted to give to Jeongyeon after this, you wore it instead around your neck as you went back at the time where you first fell in love with Jeongyeon.

And when you saw her again, you could see the same tenderness in her face but this time it was evident that it was almost the same as what he's feeling. The same love that you've been keeping from her throughout these years.

He smiles in a bittersweet defeat as he accepts his fate.

"Jeongyeon, where are you going?!" Nayeon shouts as they saw Jeongyeon start to sprint away from them.

She continues to run ahead back to the planet but in a flash of a second, everything turns red and yellow as she was splashed away by a huge airwave, a loud explosion could be heard in the background.

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A week later, Twiceland is slowly being repaired by the villagers. The group entertains the children while also serving and assisting the villagers on what they need. In addition, they celebrated the defeat of the Knights and the fall of the Dark Side, freeing the galaxy into the peace it deserves.

Jeongyeon who is now recovering from all the trauma, finally made amends with her friends and her hometown, and learned also that the cause of your short disappearance when she was looking for you was that you were sent to another planet to search for more materials through barter and tutor more children to fight. That explains why you have an idea on what she did to the group but never had the chance to learn the reason behind all of it.

She walks through the top of a hill to take a visit at YN's grave. Wearing a black dress to grieve, she sat down and traced her engraved name on the tombstone with her fingertips. She lets out a faint smile for that.

She viewed the heavenly sky and breathes out, preparing herself to engage in a talk with an imaginary YN, who might be peeking at her from the clouds above, a wide grin and delight in your heart to see her finally back to where she rightfully belongs.

"I know I haven't been able to say this to you, but I know you're watching me and I'll just take the chance to say this only for you." Jeongyeon then glanced at your grave. "I love you too."

She couldn't contain it, her voice broke. Head hanged low, her vision became blurry as tears welled up around her eyes. "I'm still attached to you, and you were pulling me apart from them, having me conflicted if it was truly the right decision that I joined them."

"I was lost. I didn't knew which way I'll go. What side do I belong to. Fortunately, even without your presence, your existence was still helpful enough to help me at my worst. I couldn't even say this to you too but... thank you and I already forgave you, for everything YN. And I'm sorry if I also put you along with them to suffer with my wrong doings. We're fine now but, still I'm gonna be able to forgive myself for that."

Jeongyeon pursed forward, her tears dropped the grass as her tender hands pressed against your name. "I could wish you're here beside me, hearing it directly. I still couldn't sink it within me that... I went back home without you, forever." She muttered.

Jeongyeon rose up and straightened her clothes after nearly an hour of giving you some of her stories about rejoining the villagers and the group. She grabbed the necklace the villagers had crafted for her before turning to leave him. Based on one of your notes where you drew when they were recovering from your items that were given to Jeongyeon to be kept safe, the design was identical to yours. She looked at the necklace appreciatively, knowing that the other one is in your possession since she remembered you wearing it when you saved her.

[elysianhades]

Hi! I would like to request mammon x mc fluff. Maybe something like a painting date where you pass the canvases back and forth? Up to you, but just some mammon please!!!

Here you go! Thank you so much for requesting! I hope this is acceptable!

I haven't ever written Mammon before so hopefull he isn't too ooc

Somplace Only We Know

Mammon x Mc

Downy Fluff ahead!

“What’s the point in this again?” Mammon asks, watching you pull out the pencils and sketchbooks out of the bag you brought with you.

It was a smart decision on your part, for you both to ‘sneak’ to the human realm. If any of the other brothers knew about this little date the two of you had planned, you knew they would try to sabotage it, but seriously, you put too much effort in this outing for it to be spoiled by pouting demon lords. You both were sitting on a beach, a bluff actually, if you wanted to get technical. It was nice, being in weather that wasn’t actively trying to kill you. The Devildom is nice, but being able to wander around and not be sweating a concerning amount or literally bundled up is something you will never take for granted again.

“My older brother and I used to play a game like this when we were younger, granted I was 5 and he was terrible at drawing, but I also used to do this before I went to the Devildom, it helps warm up skills. Besides, I wanted to spend time with you and what better way than by doing this? It’s fun I swear!” You laugh, nudging the demon next to you with your knee.

“I trust ya, precious. It’s not everyday the Great Mammon has time off ya know? Imma very busy demon, I’m sure whatever ya planned is gonna be entertain’.” He boasts, chuckling and puffing his chest out.

You roll your eyes lovingly, a small smile on your lips as you flip one of the sketchbooks to an open page. For all the comments he was making on the way here, he did seem like he was looking forward to this and he did look like he was enjoying himself.

“Here you go, oh Great Mammon.” You tease, watching Mammon’s ears flush a rosy red when he meets your eyes and sees your smiling face. You swear you see his eyes dart between your eyes and lips once or twice before he carefully takes the offered book out of your hands. He taps his fingers on the cover as he looks around at the mini picnic you had set up. He swallows and looks at the open sketchbook on his lap, quickly flipping through the other pages, not looking at the art there but seeing how much of the book is filled.

“Ya know, one day ya should show me all the sketchbooks ya have. I’d… I’d like ta see what else you’ve made.” He quickly says, looking at you out of the side of his eye. His cheeks now are a little more colorful than they were a second ago.

“If you want to see my older art you can, be warned though, I wasn’t always as adept as I am now,” You snort at his attempt to sound nonchalant, when he is practically vibrating with the want to peek through the book in his hands, “also be warned that there are sketches of you in there.” You add on almost as an afterthought, looking at him head on to catch his reaction.

It takes a couple seconds for your statement to actually register, but you can tell when it did. His eyes widened a tiny bit and his jaw unclenched before the red covered his face and he was choking on nothing. His head whipped over to you as he tried to catch his breath and at this point you were struggling to breathe as well because you were trying not to laugh at him. It was a funny concept to you though, how he could get pictures taken of himself all the time in different positions and not bat an eye but the thought of a few messy drawings are enough to derail any thoughts in his head.

“Well- ah- I mean, of course ya have sketches of me in here, I’m pretty great aren’t I.” He coughs, clearing his throat and looking away from you to try and regain his composure, “seriously though treasure, ya have ta warn me before ya say sappy things like that. Oi! Wait! I better be the only one who you’ve drawn! My brothers better not be in here as well! Just me! I’m yer first after all!”

You chuckle and shake your head as you pull another (almost full) sketchbook out of your bag. This one probably has two or three more pages in it until it’s full, you figured now would be the best time to finish it. You hum as you turn your shoulder so the flustered demon next to you can see the contents of the book. There are a lot of drawings of sceneries around RAD, the castle, even the House of Lamentation, but if the few drawings of people that could be seen, they were all different poses and styles of Mammon doing different things.

Mammon counting grimm, Mammon talking to one of the crows that always follow him around, him grabbing the popcorn bowl from a movie night, him mid-stretch, and so many workshops of his hands in different positions and holding different things. What can you say? He has some attractive hands. You hear a strange dying noise from right beside you. A noise you know is his ‘I don’t know whether to feel giddy or be embarrassed’ he’s made it enough times for you to know what it means.

“Come on, let’s start! I’m going to set a timer on my phone for 15 minutes! During those 15 minutes I want you to draw what you see, could be the beach, could be the water, could be the sky, it doesn't matter. After the timer is up, we are gonna switch books and I’ll continue what you are drawing and you’ll continue mine! I think we should do this two or three times just to be safe. You can use any of the pencils here, anything I’ve brought is free range! Have at it. Do you need some time to think of something to draw or should I start the timer now?” You explain, bouncing lightly, excited to start.

It takes a minute for Mammon to find his words again, but eventually he is able to form a coherent sentence. He looks at the jar full of different colored pencils you have sitting on the blanket, at the pens that are being held together by a rubber band, and finally at the scene around him.

“Yeah, I think I got somethin. Jus no peekin til the time’s up!”

“Ok then! I’m starting the timer!” You cheer, pressing the ‘start’ button on your phone and get to drawing.

The thought to draw Mammon does cross your mind, for multiple reasons, but as soon as those thoughts appear you brush them away, you think he would combust if he saw that right out of the gate. The place that you decided to sit for this date is a bit of a walk away from the trail you had to take to get here. The way to get to this particular bluff was a tiny bit of a walk but it was worth it. Normally, you would park on the side of the road and then walk through the trail to the beach, but since magic was a thing, you were able to teleport right to where the trail through the forest meets the ocean. The beach looks like it's separated into two parts, there's a sandy side where driftwood is littered all over the sand, some pieces so big that people who have visited before have made little forts out of them, broken seashells are scattered throughout the beach as well, sandbars, old sand dollars, huge clumps of seaweed and crab shells are in sight as well.

The other side of the beach is where you both haven’t gotten to look at yet, but it has rocks covered in barnacles everywhere. The rocks are practically on top of eachother, and you can’t even see the sand without having to move rocks. You also know however, that if you lift up the little rocks, that you’ll see tiny crabs. If you guys are lucky, you might even be able to see a sea snail. You hum, since it is the first round, you decide to draw something easy. You start sketching the part of the beach that meets the forest, with all the driftwood and the trees.

As you start getting into your drawing, you hear Mammon start muttering to himself, he is talking too quietly for you to hear what he is saying. Angling your body towards him, you can see he is hunched over to ensure you couldn’t see what he is drawing. His tongue is poking out of his lips in concentration, and every now and then he’ll look at what he has on the paper hum, then nod before getting back to drawing. Smiling, you go back to your own piece, relieved that he is enjoying himself. Before you know it, your phone is going off, signaling that it’s time to switch books.

“Now remember human, no judgin’!” Mammon all but shouts, hiding the book to his chest and mock-glaring at you.

“Yeah, how about we make a deal then? I won’t judge yours and you won’t judge mine? We’re doing this for fun anyway, it’s not like I’m gonna grade you on it.” You smile, making grabby hands at his book. He grumbles before slowly handing the sketch and the pencil over to you. You are much more enthusiastic about trading with him.

Both you and Mammon are still as you look over each other’s work. You can’t imagine why he thinks you would judge him for what he has done so far, it looks so good. He chose to draw the scene in front of both of you, with the water, the islands in the back, and the sun in the middle of the sky. The lines are good and you can clearly see what he was drawing. He also whistles when he is done looking at yours.

“Wow, baby, ya sure are talented. Like actually, this is damn good.” Mammon praises, smiling as he looks over it one more time. He held up the book so he could see the comparison side-to-side. You feel heat rush up to your face and ears and try to hide your face by grabbing your phone to start the timer over and clearing your throat to swallow the giddy embarrassment you feel. “You’re telling me that? Honey, you should have told me you could draw, we would’ve done this sooner.” You say, determined to fluster him as well and make him know he is talented. God knows he isn’t told enough.

Your compliment works, he chokes again and whips his head over to you. His eyes are searching yours, you can tell he is trying to see if you are teasing him or making fun of him. You tilt your head and look at him, giving him a smile. When he finds no trace of a lie in your words, you can see a sheepish smile break across his face. He slowly reaches over to grab your hand, giving you time to move yours away if you didn’t want him to hold it.

“Yer the best thing to happen to me treasure,” he starts, pausing and looking back over to the beach and the picnic you set up when you first got here. “I know I don’t say it as much as I should, but ya really mean everything to me.”

“You might not be able to say it as often as you want, but you show me everyday how much I mean to you and that’s more than enough. I love you, Mammon.” You smile, squeeze his hand as you talk. You sigh and look down at the sketchbook in your lap. “We have a tiny problem, honey.”

“Yeah? What?” He looks around to see if he can see what you are referring to. He doesn’t notice anything that could have dampened your mood, and you don’t look unhappy. You tsk and lightheartedly shake his hand still in yours.

“I don’t want to draw anymore, I just want to focus on you.” You don’t mind how warm your face feels being this vulnerable, you know you’re safe with Mammon here.

He snorts at your confession, shaking his head and squeezing your hand. He grabs both books and closes them before putting them back in your bag with the pencils. He carefully pulls you into his chest and shifts so you can lean on him comfortably. He promptly ignores his own blush as he holds you.

“Well, we are here for the whole day, I’m sure we can get back to drawin’ after ya get yer cuddling fix out of the way. An I love ya too by the way, more than anythin’.”

[th3-0bjectivist]

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The next time one of your senseless friends starts playing ‘music’ by metalcore groups like Lamb of God… immediately tell them you WILL NOT STAND for this insulting sound, flog them, tell them their taste in music is questionable and that the lead singer sounds like a pissed-off Cookie Monster. And then ask, “If you’re going to put metalcore on, can you at least put on some good metalcore!?” And then, when they ignorantly ask what good metalcore is, you can tell them, Zao. And tell them your pal, th3-0bjectivist on Tumblr, evangelized you in The School of Quality Music while you’re at it. Image source: https://www.metalsucks.net/2024/03/16/zao-share-video-from-upcoming-live-release-and-announce-listening-party/

[manchurian-barnes]

Coffee Shop Blues and Red Part Four (Peter Parker x F! Reader)

Post NWH - Collage Peter!

Busy nights filled with college course work, leads to late nights in a crappy coffee shop, the only perk? Friendly neighbourhood company.

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Peter paced back and forth around his apartment, pondering every outcome of taking you out on a date. He ran his hands through his hair and just let out, a sigh, a massive friggin 'what the hell are you doing Peter?' kind of sigh. Though all he could think about was how happy he was that you even liked him back marginially, he also found that happy thought being replaced by the sight of you getting hurt. By the sight of you bleeding. By the sight of you in his arms bleeding and him knowing it was his fault and he couldnt stop it- He stood still and just looked at his mask, freshly off his head, over his raditor...

"Fuck me..." He whispered, "c'mon parker." He took a deep breath. Dating was hard enough, the looming and ever presant threat of something happening to you, well, that only further complicated matters...

You sat in the middle of your bed staring at a blank word document. Nothing was coming to you, no stories, nothing in the news sparked enough interest to even try and draft something. You closed that tab and instead opened another, google, good ol' google.

You bit your lip before typing 'spider-man sightings'. Staring at the page as it loaded up. most recent sightings no less than an hour ago. It was exceptionally difficult at the moment to really picture that being Peter, you knew it was yet, the idea of him letting himself go through hell daily and still showing up to the damn coffee shop with his bright smile - the fact he was always more conerned by your day than his... It was difficult to fathom someone who had so much good inside their heart. "Jesus Christ...get a grip, it's not that weird...it's not that weird..." You whispered to yourself as you watched a video of Spider-Man stopping a truck with his hands. Biting your lip you reached for your phone, holding it to your ear.

"Hey, HI!" Peter's voice came through the phone, chirpy as he ever was. "A truck hit you tonight-" You informed him as if he didn't know. "That's a really good metaphor for you admitting you like me-" "Peter-" "Seriously that is why you're a writing y/n-" He stopped at your sigh. "I'm alright." He assured you. It took a moment before you found it in you to respond to that. "Yeah-right." You nodded. Pinching the bridge of your nose. "I just wanted to make sure you were okay...I just wanted to make sure you were still...able to take me to dinner."

The weak laugh that came from you made Peter's heart clench. He sat down on the edge of his bed and looked around, trying to find the right words for any of this. He'd considered this all from his side, but had never considered what it would be like to be interested in someone like him...someone who risked his life, someone who you would never really know if youd see him again...wasn't really anyone's normal.. "Im okay." He spoke softly, "Ive been doing this like...half my life now and im okay...I swear to you, if i wasn't...i'd of stopped by now." He informed you, "Now, worry about what youre gonna wear...I want to see you like...now ideally but I'm willing to wait until tomorrow..." He laughed.

Rose covered your cheeks by the time he was finished talking and you let out a sigh. "Should i wear a dress? how fancy is the place-" "It's like, so fancy." He chuckled. "We're doing this?" You asked. "We are doing this, but you should know, I don't kiss on the first date, I'm not easy-" He joked. "Who told you I want to kiss you?" That made him laugh, harder than he probably should've.

"You don't want to kiss me?"

"Oh Parker...I've never wanted to kiss someone so bad in my life."

End Of Part Four - Finale!

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[cycas]

tell me about the things Turgon did wrong. I think he did lots of things wrong, but I want to know what you think

Well, so far, Turgon has only produced one item on the list, but I feel that once he's properly talked it over with Finrod, he might be able to move on to the rest. I'd be interested to know what you think he should add to it! ***************************************************************

“I thought”, Finrod said tentatively, “That you had talked all of this through in the Halls of Mandos?  Do you not feel ready to move on?”

“I talked it over,” Turgon agreed. “But in Mandos, one can really only chew over the ends of old wrongs. One cannot see clearly what one should have done, because that requires the ability to make a new plan. 

Finrod blinked. “And you have… made a new plan?”

Turgon produced a large heavy box, filled with maps and notes.  “I have.” 

“You’re taking this seriously.”

“Of course. In the halls of Mandos, I could never see what else I could have done. Gondolin was always doomed, and yet leading my people away from Gondolin... well, clearly that would be astonishingly dangerous, and offer no clear advantage.”

“You didn’t say that to Lord Námo?”

Turgon frowned.  “Yes, of course I did. He wasn’t pleased.”

“I imagine not,” Finrod said, and grinned. 

“We don’t all have your talent for pleasing everyone,” Turgon retorted.  Then his frowning eyebrows went up again, until they took on an almost mischievous curve. “So, do you want to help?”

“Do I want to help you make a plan to solve the strategic problem of Angband?  You are aware that Angband is many thousand years under water, and its master drifting in the Void?”

“Of course I am,” There was definitely the old glitter of amusement in Turgon’s eye now. “That’s why it’s such a fine puzzle. So: are you going to stand there telling me obvious truths, or are you going to help?”

Finrod looked at the box of maps and notes, and pulled up a chair.  “Of course I’m going to help. What are friends for?”

Turgon opened a large book, bound in fine blue leather. The first page had been given a title in Turgon’s own hand:  Mistakes.  There was only one entry so far, and it was written in large letters, and underlined.  Húrin, it read.

[moon-witchs-world]

Growing Pains - Remus J. Lupin part six

Growing Pains – part six

A Hogwarts Tale

Remus Lupin x Fem!WitchReader

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This is part six of a multiple part series. You can find part five here

a/n: hi lovely people! Thank you so much again for all the love on this story. I adore your comments, reblogs and likes and I love discussing this story with you guys. Can't wait to hear what you think about this part! Love is in the air!

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It shouldn’t have surprised you, but as soon as you became aware of the whispers in the hallway, it still took you off guard. It felt weird to be the center of attention when that was something you tried to avoid at all costs. It made you feel uncomfortable. You could never quite hear what the students were whispering exactly, but on a couple of occasions you did hear your name and Remus’ as well. Over the last couple of days you and Remus had been spending more time together, something the students must have noticed. You enjoyed his company and felt at ease with him. All of the time spent together was very innocent though, sitting next to each other at the breakfast table or in the library, like you were now. 

You were reading the Standard Book of Spells volume six to read up on nonverbal spells that your NEWT class was working on. Remus was grading essays. You both loved sitting in the library. It was usually quieter than the staff room and if you needed more information on a subject, all the source material was at your fingertips. You enjoyed being in the company of books for you saw them as the ultimate companion, calm, cozy and filled with knowledge, much like the man next to you.  

'Y/N?' Remus suddenly said and you looked at him, your index finger on the line in the book to mark what you were reading. His green eyes looked at you and you couldn't help but smile at him. 

'Yes, Remus?' 

'I was thinking about my next lesson. I arranged a grindylow and thought that maybe it was a fun idea to let the students learn about defeating it in its natural habitat. I would of course need some kind of portable swamp or body of water,' he explained. You loved seeing a twinkle in his eyes when he talked about what interested him. 

'Wow cool, a grindylow,' you answered coldly, when you meant it was anything but cool. Defence Against the Dark Arts had always been your least favorite subject when you were in school yourself and that was mainly due to your fear of dark creatures. You were a very competent witch, but the creatures scared you.

'What is it, Y/N? Don't you think grindylows are a good subject to cover? Maybe the third-years will find them dull.’ He looked a bit insecure while he said it and you immediately regretted your cold response. You put a bookmark between the pages of your book and put it in your lap. You sat up a bit straighter and looked into his kind eyes.

'You know how you used an entire class of third-years to confuse a boggart? Well, not to brag but I could do that all by myself. Grindylows are somewhere on my very long list of fears,' you said with a grin, hoping he wouldn't take your stupid fears too seriously. The truth was that there were a lot of things you were terribly afraid of. Your late husband had always lovingly referred to you as his little worry bug. He grinned. 

'Well, I was going to ask you to transfigure a part of the classroom into a swamp but I guess you’re not really looking forward to that then. However, I can assure you that you will not be in any sort of danger. I’m sure I can protect you when it comes to the grindylow,' he answered, the grin still on his face. He obviously thought your fear of grindylows was a bit silly, which it was, but him talking about protecting you sounded very sexy. 

'You should ask Minnie, you know with her specialty being Transfiguration,' you said instead. There was just something about Remus that made you insecure, doubt yourself. What if you got too nervous and you wouldn’t be able to perform the spells? It would be safer to let Minerva do it. 

'I know she can do it, but I don't want to ask Minnie, I want to ask you. You probably think I'm weird but I thought it would be a fun thing to do together.' A million butterflies had woken up in your stomach and were flapping their wings violently inside of you. He looked at you expectedly and you knew at that moment there wasn’t a chance you were going to say no to him. Not when he was staring at you with his puppy dog eyes.  

'Fine, I'll help you. You are indeed a bit weird,' you answered and you saw his expression change. 

'Oh but the good kind of weird. I mean if you're weird, I'm absolutely mad,' you quickly added. 

'Well, it looks good on you,' was Remus' smooth response. 

Before you even got the change to respond, madam Pince had appeared before you. You had been so focused on Remus you never saw her coming, it was like she had appeared out of thin air. 

‘Professors, I’m about to close for the night,’ she said. You both packed your stuff and got up, only now noticing the lights were already dimmed and everyone had left. 

‘Maybe we can meet tomorrow after dinner? To fix something for the grindylow?' he asked with a tiny smile.

'Of course. I'll see you then.'

'Yes, but I hope to see you earlier as well,' he answered, which made you blush. 

~~**~~

You did see him before dinner the next day. In fact, you spend both breakfast and lunch hour in his company. It was so easy to be with him. Easy to talk and laugh with him but also to discuss more serious topics. It was more than once that you noticed Severus eyeing the both of you, looking for something you didn't know what it was. You tried to ignore it. Sure, you liked being with him, but you weren't doing anything wrong.

When finally dinner was over, you felt excited to spend some time alone with Remus, far from the prying eyes of the other staff members. It startled you when Albus Dumbledore asked you to visit his office first. Remus quickly nodded, as if he was agreeing to meet you after and then walked out of the Great Hall. 

'Is there something I should worry about, headmaster?' you asked when you finally arrived at his office. The walk had been horrible, filled with anxiety and lingering questions you were too afraid to ask.

'Lemon sherbet!' professor Dumbledore said instead of answering and the stone gargoyle came to life and moved out of the way so you could start climbing the stairs to his office. 

'Please sit down, miss Y/L/N,' he kindly said after you had entered his office. You did and let your eyes wander around the office. It was filled to the brim with interesting objects and you found it hard to keep your focus.

'First of all, and I do realize this is long overdue, I'd like to tell you how happy it makes me that teaching comes so naturally for you. I've heard from students and staff members how very valuable you are. It makes me glad I was right about you,’  he said smiling. 

‘Thank you very much, headmaster. It’s been great to be back at Hogwarts, I love teaching,’ you answered. Professor Dumbledore nodded and put the tips of his long fingers together. 

‘That is good to hear, miss Y/L/N. But there is something I need to discuss. Ever since the start of the school year I’ve been filling in for professor Flitwick as the Head of Ravenclaw House. I thought it would be a small extra task, but it has proven to be more work than I can handle at the time. I was wondering if you wanted to take on the task. Of course, if you feel like you’re too busy..’ 

You sat up a bit straighter. You felt honored that professor Dumbledore would even consider you for the position.

‘Of course, professor. I will do it,’ you answered. The headmaster seemed relieved and nodded approvingly. 

‘And now, you should not let professor Lupin wait too long for you,’ he said with an amused smile.  

'How do you…' you started, but you were so confused you didn't even seem to be able to finish the sentence. 

‘I might be old, but I'm not blind, miss YLN. I'm glad you two have reconnected after so many years. He needs a friend right now and I believe you are an excellent one for him. I’ll not take up anymore of your time. Thank you for helping me, miss. Y/L/N.’

You felt a bit confused when you walked to Remus’ classroom. Was it really so obvious you and Remus liked to spend time together? Were more people suspecting something or was it just the headmaster who had picked up on it? 

The door of Remus' classroom flew open as soon as you had knocked on the door. 

‘Y/N, I'm glad you’re here. How did it go with Dumbledore?’ he asked after he let you in. You quickly recalled what you and the headmaster had talked about. 

‘Wow, it’s your Hogwarts days all over again, Head Girl, Head of Ravenclaw house, what’s the difference, eh?’ 

You rolled your eyes at his teasing and took your wand out of your pocket. 

‘So, tell me, what do you need exactly? I should get to work since I’m very busy now that I’m Head of Ravenclaw House. You’re lucky you asked me in advance because my schedule is full now,’ you teased him back. While Remus explained what he needed to get done, you got to work. Muttering spells under your breath while focussing on the changes that happened to the classroom because of it. You could feel that Remus was looking at you and you had a hard time not to get distracted by it. 

It only took ten minutes to create a temporary swamp in Remus' classroom. You got carried away a bit and added wildflowers and an oak tree as well. The small lake was a bit deeper than you had intended, but it was a fun spell you never got to use so you thought you might as well take this opportunity to have some fun with it. 

'Okay, I might have gone a bit overboard with the depth of the lake. So please, Rem, be careful. It will look really bad on me if the Defence professor were to drown in his own classroom. Especially when I made the lake he drowned in. I just got promoted, you know,’ you said while biting your lip in an attempt not to laugh. He shook his head with an amused grin on his face. 

'I can swim, Y/N.’

'Yeah, I figured, but still. Don't drown,’ you pressed on while you put your wand in the pocket of your cloak. 

'It would definitely look bad on you, but then again, once they see this amazing spell work, they might forget about the drowning all at once,’ he said, pointing at some of the wildflowers. 

'Yes of course. They might not even notice your floating body while admiring all of this,’ you added. 

You both bursted out in laughter and the sound of his sincere laugh filled you with joy. After a while Remus shook his head and looked at you. 

‘I can't believe you think I would go take a swim in my own classroom, when the lake is enchanted and there’s a grindylow in there,’ he said, still with a smile on his face.

‘Who said I thought you would go for a swim? I just figured maybe you're a sleepwalker and I placed a deathly trap in your classroom,’ you explained a bit more serious. 

Remus chuckled.

‘I don't think I'm a sleepwalker,’ he assured you. 

‘Good to know.’

When you looked at the clock on the wall, the time surprised you. Once again, time had slipped through your fingers while you enjoyed his company. 

‘It's late, I should probably go,' you quickly said. You wanted to turn around, but Remus grabbed your wrist. Even though his grip was loose, it made you stop in your tracks. 

‘Y/N, there’s something I wanted to ask,’ he said and you felt a lump in your throat. Remus always made you a bit nervous, but once he touched you, it felt like all common sense disappeared and you turned into a shaky mess. 

‘It’s almost Halloween,’ he continued. He was right, this Friday was the 31st of October. You nodded and waited for what he was going to say. 

‘There is this Halloween party in Hogsmeade on Friday. I thought maybe you could go, if you weren’t busy. There’s music and food and.. stuff,’ he said. He suddenly seemed nervous as well, but everything he said just didn’t make sense to you. You waited for him to say more, but when he didn’t, you answered. 

‘Well, I don’t know. I’m not really a party type, you know,’ you mumbled. It was true. You felt most at ease in a quiet, cozy and familiar environment, a party was possibly your worst nightmare.

‘Yeah but you know, I'll be there as well,’ he then quietly said. 

He looked at you like a deer in headlights. It took you a little while to comprehend what he had asked you.

‘Remus Lupin, are you asking me to go on a date with you?’ you asked surprised.  

‘No. Or yes. I don't know. Guess it depends on your answer,’ he said quickly, stumbling over his own words. 

You giggled. Shy Remus was adorable and you wanted to hug him there on the spot, but you resisted the urge.

‘I would love to go with you, Remus.’ 

‘That’s great. I’m looking forward to it,’ he said. Long after you left his office, when you couldn’t sleep, you kept hearing his last words in your head. You were also looking forward to it. 

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Part seven

[countrymusiclover]

18 - Tricky Witches Spells

Part 19

Gemini Runaway

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The save Elena gang had gathered into the middle of the woods in secret. “What are we doing here?” Matt asked.

Damon and Stefan came out from behind the trees. “We found some more white oak. Long story. Wait for the movie.”

Elena made a face. “Hang on. White oak? You have a weapon that can kill Klaus?”

“Nope. We all have a weapon.” He throws a bag on the ground and it's full of stakes. “Klaus has always been one step ahead of us. But now we have the advantage. We're all armed, and they are all linked. Meaning we only need to kill one of them. We need to seize the best opportunity, which means we need to prepare for every opportunity.”

Damon stepped forward grabbing Elena. “Scenario number one...you are to play Klaus.”

Elena replied. “Ok.”

Stefan began explaining the scenario. “Rebekah is our target. So we'll distract her and catch her off guard. To do that, we need to keep Klaus separate and occupied. Caroline?”

Caroline questions him, “Why do I always have to be Klaus bait?”

“Because he's obsessed with you. But for right now, we need you to play Rebekah. We'll use the quarterback to distract her. Just keep her talking.” Damon responded by sending her a look. “And we shouldn’t have to worry about that siphoning witch since she basically died during Esther’s failed spell.”

Caroline clicked her tongue at his words. “Well what would happen if she wasn’t dead like we thought?”

“Caroline, what do you mean?” Her best friend asked her.

Damon spun and got in the blonde’s face. “You better tell us what you know because we know you love to talk, blondie.”

“She’s not dead. She’s been passed out for a few days after the spell. Last week Klaus and I went with her to visit her family. As far as I know she’s still visiting her cousin.” She sighed giving the group a pity look. “Seriously though guys can’t we just leave Raelyn out of this. The poor girl has enough on her plate and we shouldn’t be trying to make her life worse.”

Damon nodded going behind the blonde. “Beefcake holds bombshell , I come up from behind her, grab her arms like this...She’s a witch and can stop all of us. In case you forgot she was able to drop all the Originals to their knees.” He wrapped her arms around her back tightly.

Caroline grunts. “Ow!”

Stefan goes toward her with a stake. “Which gives me time for one shot. Got it? Good. So we all have one stake, we keep it hidden and we look out for any opportunity we have.”

Damon made a serious look to Elena and Matt. “No last minute attacks of pity for any of them.”

Stefan explained pulling out a stake for each of them where the others walked off leaving Caroline and Elena alone for a brief moment. “We have 12 stakes. 12 shots at killing one original. We can do this.”

“You don’t see her as the bad guy do you?” Elena asked, wrapping her arms around herself. “I mean she’s never been mean to me, brutally honest with me but she’s never hurt me like Klaus has. What does she see in him?”

Her blonde friend responded. “I don’t know but she seems to trust him a lot considering they are trying to date. And they may have kissed once.”

“Then why exactly is she spending so much time with her cousin?” For that the blonde vampire didn’t have an answer.

Raelyn’s POV

Running my thumb over the veins growing up on my arm I lifted my head staring at my cousin as she flipped through pages of our Coven’s grimoire. “Anything yet?”

“Unfortunately the only thing that I can tell you is that the spell Esther used was filled with dark magic. That’s why the veins are black on your arms. As for how to reverse something like that I don’t know anything remotely close.” She sighed lifting up one of the pages resting a hand on her forehead frustrated.

Throwing my head back I slumped in my chair tapping my fingers on the arm rest. “I hate to ask but could Luke or Olivia come and maybe help reverse it?”

“They’re not siphons, Rae. That’s what you need and in your case the only other siphon in this world is-“

I snapped my finger at her, raising my voice until my phone started ringing and I saw it was Klaus. “Don’t mention her name. My mother cannot be trusted and I refuse to ask for her help. Uh hang on, hi Klaus!”

“Woah watch that tone with me, Love. I was calling to see how things are going over there with your supposed witchy cousin. And are you planning on coming home anytime soon?” He asked me through the phone.

Putting the phone on speaker I sat it down on her desk mouthing ‘Don’t tell him anything please’. “Yes I’m gonna come home in about an hour don’t worry. As for my time with Jo, why doesn’t she talk?”

“Hey Klaus, right. Raelyn and I have just been catching up since we haven’t seen each other in a while. But nothing serious at all.” My cousin responded trying to remain calm since he was a vampire and could hear her heartbeat just like mine. “Maybe one day you and I can officially meet and I can tell you some embarrassing stories about Rae Rae.”

Raising my hands I snatched the phone from her hands pressing the phone back to my ear. “Ha ha she’s funny. So what is up. Do you need something from me?”

“Besides me just missing my supposed girlfriend nothing too serious I just would care to have your assistance with getting the Bennett witch to unlink me and my siblings. Perhaps you could sweet talk her with your magical voice.” He hummed into my ear where I swore I could hear the smile in his voice when he spoke to me.

Jo had started flipping through more pages of her book watching me until I hung up the phone with him. “Fine, I’m heading home now. Bye.”

“I’ll keep in touch with you, Rae. Don’t ever think that I am not here for you. No matter whether my father wants you to be the leader or not. It’s your life, you need to start living it.” She embraced me in one last hug and I hugged her back wrapping my arms around her heading for my car. The drive back wasn’t too bad where I quickly parked in the driveway I entered the Mikaelson mansion.

Klaus vamped into the main living room hearing me shut the front door. “There’s my girl. How was your trip?” He wrapped his arms around me holding me in his embrace longer than when I had left this morning.

“It’s only been a day. Are you always going to be this clingy when I go visit her?” I chuckled, squeezing his waist with my arms around him nuzzling my face into his chest lifting my head up smiling.

He kissed the crown of my head breaking the hug still holding my hand leading me through the house until we entered another room where I saw Bonnie standing around a round table with candles in the middle that were lit up. “Possibly all the time, yes, little siphon. I rather enjoy your company more than most people in my life…Tick tock. I should hear chanting by now.”

Bonnie grumbled leaning over the table reading from another witch book. “I'm still studying the unlinking spell. It's not that easy, especially under duress.”

Klaus dropped my hand allowing me to stand beside the couch leaning closer to her ear threatening her slowly. “You've been warned. If you're looking for a way to send for help, I will kill anyone who comes to your rescue.”

“This is the spell. I just don't know if I'm strong enough.” She shouted in his face walking away from him, pointing her index finger at me. “And if you’re so concerned with getting the spell done then get her to do it for you!”

Klaus glanced at her speaking to her. “Then you should have a little more faith in yourself, Bonnie. Your energy helped my mother link us. Honestly, I think someone isn't trying very hard.”

“What does that have to do with getting your supposed girlfriend doing the spell!” She crossed her arms over her chest walking away from him.

He crossed his arms over his chest while I moved towards the table feeling the strong magical energy radiating off the grimoire. “Raelyn took a nasty hit from my mother being able to consume the magic from the linking spell you and your mother helped her with. So I don’t want to push more than we need to when I have you here. “

Bonnie remained silent while I ran my hand across one of the pages placing my other hand near one of the burning candles. I jumped with a scream when the flames grew without me doing anything. “Argh!” The sleeve of my red flannel on my right arm rolled up where I yanked it down quickly before either of them could see.” Klaus gestured with his arms out in my direction as a way to tell her I told you so.

“Very well Kol. How's the weather up there in mile high city? And how's our friend?” He shows his phone to Bonnie. Jeremy is playing with a dog. “That's him. There's Jeremy. Playing fetch with his new puppy. Isn't that just the most adorable thing you've ever seen? Thank you, Kol. We'll be in touch.”

Wrapping my arms around myself I shuffle my feet away from the table with my heart beating faster sending Klaus a concerned look. “You’re okay. You’re okay…” I kept telling myself over and over fighting the urge to use my magic to just disappear up into my bedroom.

Klaus asked the witch, shifting his attention away from me. “So, Bonnie. How about that spell?”

Turning on my heels I headed into the back of the house knowing that he would bicker with her for quite awhile before we got to the spell. Placing my hand on the door to the basement I siphoned the magic walking down the stairs until I found my mother laying out under a sleeping spell done by Esther. Bending down on my knees I placed my hands on her chest mumbling softly. “Surgere!”

She quickly shot upright frantically looking around until she focused her gaze onto me. “Raelyn, what happened. Where am I?”

“In a cellar in Mystic Falls. Now I am not here to bicker with you but I need your help with something that no one else can do.” I explained rolling my sleeves up showing her the dark veins where she gasped.

“Oh Rae. What the hell…who did this to you?” She covered her mouth with her hands crying lightly.

Brushing hair from my face I slumped my shoulders. “It’s a long story but basically my boyfriend’s mother was trying to kill him and his siblings. I knew I could siphon the magic from her. I guess it was much stronger than I first thought. I just touched his mothers grimoire and the candles around it shot up like a rocket meaning something isn’t right with me.”

“That amount of magic running through your veins you should be dead. Unless….you took your brother's strength and abilities to siphon too.” She wiped away some tears holding out her hands for me. “Give me your hands, I’ll take it from you.”

I started to move forward then drew my hands back. “Let’s make something very clear once you help me. You will leave and never come back.”

“Rae, sweetheart-“

“You can’t be trusted. I talked with Josette and she said that her father visited her. But you were with him looking for me. I’m sorry mother but after today I can’t see you anymore if I want to have a life away from our psycho Coven.” I responded placing my hands on top of hers fighting back some tears that this would be the last time I would ever see her.

She squeezed my hands in hers closely paying attention when my hands turned red along with hers sharing our siphoning energy. "I just want you to know that I am sorry for being the person to cause you such pay. No mother does that to her child…“Phasmatos tribum exum sue redem su pas quo. Phasmatos-"

"Raelyn, my brother says that Bonnie is about to do the spell and she says she needs your help!" Rebekah banged on the door causing us to yank our hands away from each other not completing the transfer.

My mother Eliza began to rise to her feet about to head for the door. “What spell are they having you do now. We need to finish our spell before this gets worse.”

“Ad somnum, mother.” I raised my hand grabbing her shoulder siphoning from her where she collapsed into my arms with me lowering her body back onto the floor. “The less you know the better.”

Opening the door Rebekah went back upstairs where I made my way back to where Klaus and Bonnie were hearing him threatening her. “But isn't it obvious that I'm just going to continue to hurt the people you love until you do the spell. Now, I know it's in the grimoire, and I know it requires the blood of my siblings, so. Here we are." He takes a leather case and opens it. It contains 4 flasks of blood pointing out each one. "Elijah, Rebekah, Kol, Finn." Finally biting into his wrist letting his blood poor. "Where do you want us?"

She takes a glass and leaves Klaus' blood poor in it. "Raelyn, give me your hand please.”

Placing my hand in hers she winced slightly, eyeing our intertwined hands and the red grow that was coming from them. “So what are we saying exactly?”

“Just repeat after me.” She began chanting and closed her eyes but I kept mine opened. “Phasmatos tribum nas ex veras uenes fes matos et somnos. Ex totum ex um maleo matos.”

Moving my gaze down to the table she had poured all their blood together into one circle in the center of the burning candle circle. The blood began to separate when the candles flames grew during the moment I joined her chanting.“Phasmatos tribum nas ex veras uenes fes matos et somnos. Ex totum ex um maleo matos…..Phasmatos tribum nas ex veras uenes fes matos et somnos. Ex totum ex um maleo matos.”

Klaus leaned against the wall, arms crossed watching the two witches perform the spell that separated their blood from one another. Meaning that he wouldn't be tied down by his siblings anymore. Yet that wasn’t what had piqued his interest during the last few minutes of the spell. His eyes trained on Raelyn following her arms until he could see something dark appearing on her hands and some up her neck that looked to be like veins making him scared for the first time in his immortal life. “What have you been keeping from me, love?” He asked himself quietly.

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[violetlunette]

I’m about to share my unpopular opinion here. Bakugou’s kidnapping should have been the beginning of the end of his hero career, his fall from grace.

Why?

Because the literal scum of Japan view him as one of them. They saw themselves in a hero student.

That should have been enough to get the (trashy irresponsible neglectful) faculty to do some investigations into Bakugou’s behavior and reflect on how much let let him slide without consequences.

And let’s face it, even with Aizawa vouching for him, social media is a place where scandals, incidents, theories, and opinions thrive. We were already introduced to the world of journalism in MHA when the camera quirk journalist wanted to do interviews with class 1A students and how they were willing to breach UA’s security defenses when they heard All Might was teaching there. So it wouldn’t be far fetched to assume that journalists would be interested in an inside scoop.

Articles, meta analysis, and social media posts would be likely to surface, all commenting on how villains sympathize with a person who is supposed to be an aspiring hero, before they all reach the same conclusion; the sports festival.

Disdain would follow soon after. Because to the general public, the LOV targeted Bakugou because he very much acted like a villain. And then things will slowly begin to make sense.

I know this seems like reaching, but I find it very likely for UA to be blamed as well. Not only for the kidnapping taking place but also never stepping in or making any progress in shaping Bakugou up. People will see this and begin to wonder ‘How many villain hopefuls is UA responsible for creating. This will lead to UA having to change policies. To what exactly, I’m not sure.

But one conclusion is clear, either Bakugou is put on academic probation until a police investigation is complete (Again, this is a student who villains thought would make a great addition to the team. That should have been taken more seriously other than a gloss over by Nedzu), or he is removed from the hero course all together.

Either way each result will end in the same way, Bakugou’s reputation would be in shambles (if it wasn’t already due to the sports festival), no one would be able to trust him, and his PR would crumble before it even started. And PR ratings are an extremely important part of heroics that people don’t give enough credit. It doesn’t matter how strong, skilled or smart his is or how much potential he has. A poor PR rating is enough to keep him from rising through the ranks. So his dream of being number one will likely never become a reality.

This incident will very likely follow him for a long time. Even if the hype dies down, any wrong move cause him to lose everything. Let’s be realistic here: we all know how prevalent cancel culture is around the world right? Well, I think it’d be the same situation Bakugou finds himself in. The media will likely watch him like a hawk. Waiting for a mistake or slip up. At any given moment, Bakugou can find himself cancelled just like that. It’s like a metaphorical sword above his head.

On the topic of his friendships and how the class perceives him? I don’t think they’d think badly of him right away. I mean they were all worried about him and some were actually willing to save him. But, they’re bound to be exposed to some mainstream media. They’re teenagers, so they probably have a lot of social media exposure. Just imagine the realization and then the horror.

I’m not saying hear me out, but hear me out.

I think I’ve seen an ask like this on another’s page… Well, while I agree with the sentiment, I disagree. In In-universe, people had bigger issues to deal with than Bakagou; the number one hero was retired and because of that, crime was rising again. Everyone is wondering who is going to be the next #1 and if will he be able to fill All Might’s shoes? At this point, Bakagou meant nothing to them. And even if he did, Bakagou had pity points for being kidnapped and Aizawa’s speech. But yeah, UA should be under hella scrutiny for not just the kidnapping and not curbing Bakagou’s attitude after the sports festival. (Though to be fair to the porcupine, outside of the final exam and a few rude comments, Bakagou didn’t act up as much. Plus, during the sports festival, they encouraged dirty fighting, which is why they didn’t react much there.) Twice the same class was attacked, and once it happened outside of school, proving that they were targets. Yet safety measures were only being taken when a student that a school filled with pro-heroes failed to protect. And let’s be honest, if you’re a reporter, what’s the more interesting story? A teenager who acted like a brat and got kidnapped, or a hero school that’s incapable of protecting its students either due to negligence or incompetence. That being said, if Bakagou fucked up again they would be swooping in like vultures on him.

[overlordofships]

Time to Fill Out my Hell

So, I just saw a post - one of those 'what does your blog title mean?' posts. And I paused, and thought - am I really an overlord of ships? Like, it was not meant to be taken seriously, but also, but am I?

Sure, I make my friends ship ships they've never heard of (whether because they're that rare or because they haven't even gotten into the fandom) but that's because I - admittedly - tailor how I describe my ships to each of my friends. I know what they like.

...So here's a game.

Send me an ask about a ship that you don't ship, but I do (you can check my AO3 page to see what I've written for before if you're unsure) and use this format: [insert ship] | Fluff: 10 | Angst: 10 | Smut: 10 | Humor: 10 | Other Tags/Tropes: Love Confession, Getting Together, Angst with a Happy Ending, Alternate Universe, Miscommunication

And end/begin the ask with "Sell me this ship". And I'll describe the ship with the information you've given, and try to drag you into shipping it with me.

Explained:

Fluff/Angst/Smut/Humor: Rank each one from 1 to 10 based on how important it is to you that you be able to read it. (If you're a writer, and you have different ranks for them based on whether you're reading or writing, please just use the reading numbers-)

Other Tags/Tropes: Tags/Tropes that you particularly like that don't fall under the other 4 by virtue of being more specific, whether they be "And They Were Roommates" or "Angst with a Happy Ending" or etc. I would ask that you put more specificity than just "Alternate Universe" (some people prefer certain AUs over others) but if you're genuinely fine with any kind, then I'll work with it. Just keep the total tags/tropes at or under 5 (I have limits, sadly)

For bonus points, you can reblog my response and tag it telling me I've either dragged you into shipping hell or that you escaped from shipping hell.