#who like. i don’t know if they agree on certain issues because sure they’re friends but also we’re friends and i believe women should preac

[moonmoonthecrabking]

“does Jesus have a political agenda” i see the sexist theobros are going to be insufferable this week

[myfictionaldreams]

request: nyx x female reader where they’re matted but don’t know it and reader visits him at the illyrian camps and she gets hurt and nyx loses it

Don't Touch // Adult!Nyx (ACoTaR) x Fem!Reader

A/N: I can't even thank you enough, anon, for this request! I've been desperate to write something like this (especially including my sweet love Nyx; I have an entire headcanon/long-form story of him already, oops). Thank you for requesting! To you or anything else, please request more SJM fics, I am adoring writing them.

Warning: there is a description of visibly seeing the colour of bruising on the skin. Also, intense emotions and responses to situations due to the mating bond.

Tags: 18+ readers only, smut, angst, minor injuries, possessive behaviour/sex, obsessive behaviour, over-the-top reaction (or just right depends how you like your partners), threats of violence, aggression, rough sex, oral (f receiving), multiple orgasms, creampie, size kink, intense emotions/sex, sex until passing out :)

Words: 6.3k

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"I've never seen you like this before, Mor" You observe your friend closely as the beautiful blonde woman checks her reflection in the glass of a passing shop.

Morrigan paused, where she was currently trying to perfect her already stunning hair. Trying not to baulk from the intense, fiery stare that turned your way as she raised a single well-groomed eyebrow and attempted to sound as unconcerned as possible, "I don't know what you're referring to. I'm acting completely and utterly sane".

Linking an arm with your friend, you both continued to walk as you sarcastically agreed, "Oh yes, of course. Except that was the tenth time you've stopped to stare at your reflection and tried to fix your already pristine hair, Morrigan".

Mor rolled her brown eyes playfully, moving closer as a brisk wind brushed over the two of you. "You already know I'm vain; why is it such an issue if I want to stare at myself?" she asked, leading in the direction the two of you were walking.

"I didn't say there was an issue. I'm just pointing out that we're heading towards a certain someone's shop, and she's going to love how you look no matter what". Mor hid her face for once, but you could still see the rosy colour deepening in her cheeks.

She quickly recovered by lifting her head and flicking the blonde strands behind her shoulders. "You're one to talk. I've seen you searching over your shoulder 50 times now. Wouldn't it be because of a certain family member of mine, would it?"

There was no hiding the grin that spread across your face as your pulse quickened ever so slightly. "Nyx doesn't even know that I'm in Windhaven. I might not even see him; I'm not here for him."

"Who says I was talking about Nyx? I'm pretty sure Feyre and Rhys are here too", she laughs as you shove your shoulder into hers playfully. As you both calm down, Mor's expression turns more serious. She glances at you, "I'm surprised he hasn't sensed you're here yet. I also don't necessarily think he'll welcome you with open arms; he's attempted to shield you from this side of his life. As hard as we are trying to change the cultures and traditions of the Illyrians, most of them are still unpleasant to be around, especially if you happen to be a female, wings or not."

"You didn't have to bring me here, you know".

"Yes, well, don't make me regret it. Stay nice and close to me, and anyway", Mor paused as she paused outside Emeries shop. "I needed an excuse to come here", she admitted with as much sheepishness as Morrigan would ever allow another person to see.

You couldn't help but grin as you squealed, "Ha! I knew it!"

The bell dinged above the shop door as you followed the blonde through the door. The answer, welcomed by Emerie by the counter, "There you both are! Welcome to Windhaven, stay away from the males, and please have a lovely time", she beams, walking around the counter towards Mor.

Glancing around to give both women a private moment, you admired her shop and eyed some of the winter clothing that would be perfect for the cold weather approaching Velaris in a few months. As you ran your fingers over the lining of a beautiful coat and casually suggested over your shoulder, "If you want, I can watch the shop if you two happen to find your way upstairs. Didn't you say you have some new socks in the back room?"

"Oh yes, thank you for the reminder!" Emerie played with your antics and took Mor's hand, dragging her into the back. Smiling at seeing their happiness, you couldn't help but let your mind wander to the man whom you'd been searching for from the second of landing in Windhaven.

You and Nyx had been friends since childhood. You'd spotted a young boy flying over the Sidra, mesmerised by the freeness of his movements, not watching where you were walking, tripped and scratched your knee on the pavement. Having watched it all from the sky, Nyx landed beside you and helped you home. He hadn't laughed like the other children; he'd shown compassion and kindness.

The son of the High Lord and Lady quickly became one of your closest friends, spending every waking hour possible together when you weren't in lessons or he was in training. Along the way, lines became blurred, and you were infatuated with one another. The relationship was intense, to say the least, and the two of you often joked about being mates, but no sign of the bond had occurred yet.

Not that this mattered to you. You were thoroughly and obsessively in love with Nyx, and he was with you. In fact, his obsession and possessive behaviour were renowned throughout Velaris. Every occupant knew that you were Nyx's; if a single hair on your head was out of place, he would bring all of the power of the Night Court down on them. It was extreme at first, but in truth, you were not much of a fighter, so being able to walk around Velaris with the reputation of belonging to Nyx was a relief.

Now, however, it had been weeks since you saw him as he'd been training with the other Illyrians, and even though he used his daemati skills to talk mind to mind with you or he left intimate little notes throughout your home, it couldn't ease the ache in your chest. So when Mor mentioned visiting Emerie's shop in Windhaven, you jumped at the opportunity to see, hoping you'd run into him, even if he didn't want you near the camps.

Lost in your thoughts of black hair and vibrant blue eyes, you'd not noticed that someone had entered the shop until a male growled from behind you, "Where is she?"

Jumping and turning on the spot, you looked the Illyrian over from the golden-brown skin covered in the darkest black tattoos that stretched up his neck and over the sides of his shaved head, leaving a tuft of hair down the centre. His membranous wings were widely spread as he stood in a defensive stance, fists tightly clenched at his side and armour creased from lack of care.

"Who?" you asked innocently, facing him fully and trying not to let his anger intimidate you even though you could already smell the sourness of your anxiety and fear in the air. The stranger walks forward, the tips of his wings knocking into a collection of hats, all toppled to the floor. "Watch where you're walking!"

The male stops a step away, tilting his head and frowning with even more vigour, "What did you just say to me?" As he took another step forward, you matched his step with one backwards until you were pressed against the wall with him towering over you.

"Just - Just watch it, ok? You're knocking over the display" You pointed to the knocked-over items, but he didn't take his eyes off of you, searching over your body until your skin crawled with discomfort.

"Wherever that thief is, give her this", he shoves the letter that had been screwed up in his meaty hands into your chest. You gasp out loud at the pain that rips through your shoulder, knowing it is going to bruise, and you have to look away to hide the tears that had formed as you grasp the letter and watch him leave.

It was only as the bell rang as the male exited that Emerie and Mor rushed into the room with a dagger in hand as they rushed to your side. If it wasn't for the shock and pain in your shoulder, you would have commented and jested how they both looked flustered with dishevelled hair and swollen lips, but this was the last thing on your mind now.

"Who was just here? Why do you smell of fear?" Mor asked as she rested a hand on your arm, looking at you furiously with concern.

"I don't know his name, but he gave me this for you, Emerie." You held out the letter, ignoring how your fingers trembled as she accepted it with a roll of her eyes.

"His name is Prumlos. He works closely with my uncle, and they believe they have rights to my shop. No matter how often I tell them, they keep coming back. Unlucky for me, he trains here in Windhaven and often brings new threatening letters from my extended family. He's a really brute", she pauses as she eyes you closely, "are you ok? Did he harm you in any way?"

Swallowing the thick lump formed in your throat, you attempt to compose yourself, not wishing to seem weak in front of these two strong females. Maybe you'd been sheltered too much throughout your life, but you didn't want to be emotionally broken just because one arrogant male was rude to you, even if your shoulder throbbed terribly.

"He just gave me the letter", you managed to spit out, not looking either female in the eye.

"Bullshit. I can still smell your fear; what did he do?" Mor demanded, stepping closer.

"Nothing! I mean, he was just an arrogant male and just wanted to scare me. I'm fine, really. But could we go, please? Sorry, I know we've only just arrived. Maybe I can wait for you in the High Lord's mother's home, Mor? I just need to be shown the way". You held your breath, waiting for Mor to answer, hoping she didn't try to question you further, but thankfully, she agreed.

"I'm sorry you've been shaken up; I hope it hasn't deterred you from coming to visit me every so often," Emerie smiled gently while holding your hand.

Thanking her, you and Mor left the store and began walking down the street. "Are you sure you're ok? I can see you're still shaken up; talk to me, Little star", Mor asks a couple of silent minutes later and hearing the nickname the inner circle had named you from a child finally brought a smile to your face.

But then Mor tried to link her arm through yours, and you couldn't help but flinch as the movement caused the pain in your shoulder to worsen. Mor noticed and stopped abruptly, turning you towards her, "He did hurt you, didn't he? Tell me so I can go and deal with him".

"No! Please, Mor, can we just go? You know I hate violence".

"Do you want me to go and find Nyx?" she asked, lowering her voice.

"No!" you say urgently, looking up at her with wide eyes, "Please don't, you know how he'd react. I just want to go to Rhys' mother's home and forget about the day. I'll speak to Nyx another time".

With great reluctance, Mor nods, and the two of you continue the walk back to the home. Once inside and next to the fire, you could finally stop and relax, especially as Mor offered you a hefty glass of wine to help your nerves.

After half an hour of sipping away at the absurdly expensive win, shoes off and feet tucked beneath you, Mor suddenly sat up further in her seat with a smile, informing you, "You're about to be a very happy female".

You're confused by her statement, but then you feel it: the connection in your heart is strengthening, like the missing piece to you was suddenly warming and filling in. The front door opened, and Feyre and Rhys walked in first, followed by Cassian and Nyx.

You're half aware of Cassian's joyful greeting: "Ah, Little star! You've finally come to join the camps. We'll have you trained in no time".

You stand quickly, eyes only on Nyx as he stands in the doorway, not breathing as he stares only at you. One second, you're near the table, and the next, you're running full speed towards him, sliding across the wooden floor with your socks, not that you care as you're suddenly in his arms.

The pain had diminished the second you were reunited with him. All you cared about was breathing him in, the relaxing scents of spice and lavender, the strength of his arms as they wrapped around your waist, keeping you up off of your feet that had tucked around his hips. Your fingers clenched into curling hair at the nape of his neck, not caring that it was sweaty from where he'd been training. He could be covered in mud, and you would have jumped into his arms with as much enthusiasm.

The others in the room pretended to look busy as he continued to hold you, his face moving into the nape of his neck, and he took a deep breath, breathing in your scents. Nyx's voice was like dark silk, wrapping around you entirely as he said, "I knew you were here. I mean, I thought I was losing my mind; an hour ago, the tightness in my chest eased".

You couldn't help but giggle, kissing his cheek, "That was me; I arrived about an hour ago". Pulling back in his arms, the back of your fingers caressed against his cheek, admiring the light stubble that had grown since you'd last seen him. "I like this", you admire.

"What are you doing here?" he asked, his thumbs stroking circles from where he still held up your body.

"I came to see my best friend, of course", you claimed, watching his handsome features as his smile grew to a grin, the dimple in his cheek deepening beneath your thumb. "Yes, I came to see my best friend Emerie", you joked as Nyx rolled his crystal blue eyes before moving his face back to nuzzle against your jaw.

"I've missed you", he mumbles, not caring that you both had an audience and your heart clenched tighter at the need in his voice.

"I've missed you too, more than you could ever know".

"If you two aren't mates, I'll eat my trousers", Cassian quips sarcastically over the rim of his glass of wine. Mor slaps his arm for interrupting as you're lowered back to the floor by Nyx, but you still lean on the tip of your toes, pushing your chest against his to remain close.

Admiring the passionate way Nyx is searching your face, you turn to grin as Cass is over your shoulder when the sudden deathly shift in the air has you freezing. The faelights casting a golden glow across the house dimmed as the room became cold, the fire extinguishing in a single breath.

Your head spins as you turn back to Nyx, who is staring at the opening of your shirt beneath your neck.

"What's that mark?" Nyx asked, his voice a terrifying tone you'd only heard on a handful of occasions. Instinctively, you were stepping back, but his gentle hand grabbed yours, keeping you close. You can sense his family moving closer, and Nyx doesn't wait for you to answer his question. He carefully releases your hand and pushes aside the material of your blouse until your shoulder is exposed.

Glancing down, you could see now that where Prumlos had shoved the letter into your shoulder earlier had now formed a deep purple bruise. Nyx leans forward, sniffs your skin, and his spine instantly stiffens.

"Who did that to you?" he asks, voice thick with venom and anger.

You're unable to give him an answer as Mor is suddenly by your side, holding open your shirt to stare at the injury as she gasps, "I asked if he hurt you!"

"He?!" Nyx growls, looking between Mor and you.

Attempting to take a step away from both of them, you try and calm the energy, sensing it is escalating to a level that could not be returned from. It wasn't that Nyx was scaring you; it was quite the opposite, as his protection made you feel safe; you were just frightened that he would do something he couldn't undo and start a war within the camps.

"I'm fine; it doesn't even hurt anymore" you tried to reason, but that only made Nyx breathe heavily out of his nose as he turned to Mor.

"Who did this? Give me his name. Tell me right now, Morrigan!"

Thankfully, Mor didn't answer immediately and glanced at you from the corner of your eye, knowing that you didn't want to cause a fuss, so she didn't respond immediately, which only frustrated Nyx more in his crusade for revenge. "This is why you shouldn't have bought her here! I told you on multiple occasions that it wasn't safe!"

"Nyx, you need to take a breath; maybe you and your father should go outside and release some of that energy" Feyre tried to reason with him, stepping closer, but it was useless; Nyx was like a boiling pot of deathly anger. Shadows pulsed and darkened around him, travelling up the length of his muscular arms and around his neck. Rhys and Cassian finally began to step forward, moving into a warrior stance between Mor, Feyre and Nyx, even attempting to urge you behind them, but there was no way you were being forced away from Nyx.

Stepping toe to toe with him, your fingers moved back to cradling his face, forcing his now icey eyes onto you, and for a fraction of a second, he seemed calmer. "Nyx, please listen to me, I'm fine. Everything is ok, it was just-"

You were unable to finish your sentence because his knees buckled, and he audibly gulped down air as all signs of anger and pain disappeared from his eyes and tears lined the edges. "Nyx?"

"Mate", he whispers in awe, leaning his forehead against yours as his arms come around your waist, holding you delicately.

You could feel it, too, like an elastic band was tied around your heart, strengthening with each passing second. "I can feel it too"," you confirmed with glee, tears beginning to fill your eyes with the sudden realisation of what was happening. You and Nyx were mates. The Cauldron had blessed you both; even after waiting what felt like a lifeline for the bond to confirm itself, you both knew it had only been a matter of time. The relief was unlike anything you'd ever experienced before.

"Finally!" Cassian cheered, loosening his warrior stance to return to his glass of wine, raising it towards where you and Nyx stood in the entryway. "Welcome to the family, Little Star!"

You grin up tearfully towards Nyx, who in turn returns the joy, but that all disappears as the anger and rage return full force as he growls, "Someone hurt my mate". Moving away from you, he faces Mor and demands, "Tell me his name, Mor, I know you know it. Don't make me find it out".

Morrigan shifts, rolling her shoulders back as she looks down at Nyx, which is an incredible feat considering the fact that he is considerably taller than her. "Are you threatening me, Nyx??

"He hurt my mate!" he bellows at her, but she doesn't so much as flinch as she shifts her gaze to you, looking like she's contemplating a hundred thoughts at once. Then, without looking away, she confirms the man's name.

"Prumlos".

Nyx vanishes before you have time to stop him, and seconds pass before the ground trembles and shakes the home's foundation. 

"No! I didn't want violence! Why did you tell him, Mor?!" you gawped at the blond, who didn't look remotely sorry.

As Rhysand grabs Cassian and winnows away, Mor steps closer with Feyre at her side. "I told him because we protect our own. Not only has he hurt you, but he's also threatening Emerie; he deserves what's coming to him. In fact, I shouldn't have faltered with telling Nyx, that is my only regret".

You feel defeated and stare at your feet with a thousand thoughts dizzying your mind. Was Nyx ok? Was he hurt? When would he come back? He was your mate. Nyx was YOUR mate.

A pair of brown leather boots entered your vision as Feyre stepped close, wrapping an arm carefully over your not-injured shoulder as she directed you towards the table, kissing your cheek as she moved, "Welcome to the family, properly that is. You've always been one of us, Little Star. Now, why don't you take a seat and I'll see if we have any healing ointments remaining in the cupboards".

Thankfully, Feyre had found a purple ointment that had already worked enough that the pain in your shoulder was considerably less, and the colour of the bruising was now a subtle yellow. Nibbling nervously on the corner of your thumb as you awaited your mate's return, it finally dawned on you. "Wait, how am I supposed to do this? Aren't mates supposed to have a ceremony or something?"

"There can be a ceremony where you offer Nyx some food; we can organise it once we return to Velaris if you'd like? Or if you'd rather not wait, you could offer him food whenever you'd like", Feyre explained warmly with a gentle smile that matched Nyx's.

"I don't think I want to wait. We've all known we would be mates, and waiting for this bond has been slow, so I don't want to wait to accept his bond.

"Why don't you go and have a look in the kitchen? There might be something here", Mor encouraged with a nod towards the back of the house.

You scoured the kitchen cupboards for any sort of food, but with the house having not been in proper use for years, there was nothing except some stale bread on the kitchen table with suspicious-looking green mould on the edges. Even after ripping away the discoloured sections of the bread, you still eyed it with uncertainty.

Stepping out of the kitchen and returning to the dining area, you were surprised to find that Mor and Feyre had gone, and Nyx now stood calmly in the centre of the room, his eyes watching your every breath.

"Where did everyone go?" you ask, trying to fill the thick tension with some noise.

Nyx smiled, not enough to show his dimple but enough to have your shoulders dropping with ease as he stated, "I don't care where they've gone, as long as you remain". Those blazing eyes lowered to your hands as he sucked in a powerful breath as he looked at the stale bread that you were still holding.

As he took several steps forward, you couldn't help but ask, "What did you do to him?"

"What he deserved". There wasn't a speck of blood on his leathery uniform. "What are you doing with that bread?" he asked in a low voice.

You're unsure why you're so nervous when you answer, "Oh, um. It was meant to be for you. I can't find anything else for the mating bond, but it's stale and has mould over it. Maybe I can find a little shop here to find some proper food and serve that to you- NYX!"

Closing the gap between you, he takes the bread out of your hands and, without taking his eyes off of yours, begins to chew the bread that was so clearly dry and stale as he chewed for considerably longer than he should have.

As he finally swallows, you're reaching up for him, resting your hands on his chest and feeling the racing of his heart beneath your palms. "You're my mate", you breathe in awe, forgetting everything that had happened that day and only focusing on the man before you.

"I am. I'm yours, and you're mine", he states with as much wonderment as you felt in your soul.

Grinning up at him, you remind him, "Forever. You're mine forever". The tension beneath your fingers eases as he takes a steadying breath, and then his eyes lower to the edges of your blouse.

You watch with bated breath as he checks the mostly healed bruise. "I'm sorry if I frightened you earlier".

"Nyx, you could never frighten me, " you reassure and tip a finger beneath his chin so that he has to look at your face, not the injury.

"I've always wanted to keep you safe. Seeing that bruise on you today, I was ready to destroy the world to find out who harmed you".

"I know". You watch as he nuzzles into your palm, kissing the centre as you try to lighten the mood, "You're very intense, you know that, right" you say with a light laugh.

Nyx grins, that precious dimple capturing your attention. "I'm more than intense; I'm obsessed. I've been obsessed for years, and now, there's no escaping me" he chuckles as his hand cups around the backs of your thighs and lifts you up, your arms and legs wrapping around his firm body.

"I thought it was just me with the obsession", you retort whilst curling your fingers into his hair once more. Leaning your forehead against him, you both just breathe the other in, eyes closed and hearing the hearts beating as one.

"There hasn't been a second since you entered my life where I haven't wanted you to be by my side. I think I always knew, even when we were children. And now, you're mine".

"Officially", you joke with a giggle, squeezing your arms and legs more firmly around him.

"Officially, my mate", he agrees and then sighs, balancing your weight on one arm so that he could move aside your blouse and kiss the lightening bruise. "I don't want you to come back here again if you can help it. I don't trust these males".

"That's fine with me. I don't particularly want to return, no matter how lovely Emerie's shop is. I don't know how you can stand to be here, let alone train with them", you agreed wholeheartedly.

"You deserve to be in nice and happy places like Velaris, and I can deal with dreadful places like this. It's in my blood, after all". Nyx took a moment to admire your beauty before he stepped forward and winnowed the two of you into his bedroom in the River House in Velaris. "Finally back where we both belong. Now, you're wearing too many clothing articles".

"Wait, don't you have training?" you ask in confusion.

"Not anymore. They'll have to come here and fight me to drag me back to that shit hole tonight. I have other plans now anyway". As he finished talking, he gently eased you onto the navy silk sheets of his bed, resting his arm next to your head as he looked down at you.

You giggle as his hair falls into his face. Reaching up, you pushed the dark curls back to see him grinning at you with just as much glee. "Mmm, I love that sound", he admires before lowering his face to the junction of your neck, his lips pressing against the sensitive area, causing a shiver to burst over your skin.

"What sound?" you ask in a daze.

"You laughing. Your happiness. It's the best sound in the world", he groans as his lips travel up the slope of your neck before teasing your earlobe.

"You're being extra soppy today, Nyx", you say halfheartedly, secretly loving how open he was with his emotions.

However, the man above you freezes, his mouth next to your ear as he asks, "Say that again".

You know exactly which word he wanted you to repeat as you sigh happily, close your eyes and say, "Nyx".

He moans deeply, his hips rutting into the bed with a thrust as a shiver shakes his large frame. "Again," he asks as he lowers his hands to palm your breasts through your blouse.

It was your turn to sigh before whispering, "Nyx".

He lowers his body, kissing down your sternum as he unbuttons the material, exposing your bra and soft skin to him. Your fingers continue to weave through his hair, subtly scratching against his scalp as he doesn't stop on his journey lower. Next, he removes your jeans and socks until all that remains is your underwear.

He appeared to be a man possessed as he stared at you beneath him, biting your lip in need. With an easy snap of his fingers, he tore through the centre of your bra and pushed the useless straps off of your shoulders and down your arms and then repeated the tearing with your underwear.

Nyx utterly admired every inch of your body, his eyes full of emotions and desires. He seemed conflicted, though, unsure whether to spend his sweet time kissing and tasting every inch of your body. Still, as you spread your legs and directed him where you truly wanted him, he growled lowly, lowering his body until he kneeled next to the bed, arms wrapped around your thighs and feasted between your legs.

"Nyx!" you cried out, eyes closing and back arching from the stimulation.

The two of you had been intimate for years, both losing your virginities together and exploring each other's bodies; you knew one another better than yourselves. Nyx liked to show this off as he perfectly flicked his tongue and held you firmly with his hands; you were begging in a matter of seconds. The man bringing you closer and closer to the edge chuckled as he felt you tremble with restraint, knowing he was only doing enough to keep you on the very brink, loving the desperate little cries you released until it was all too much, and you cried out, "Please! Nyx!"

Sucking on your clit was all that he needed to do to have you spiralling into euphoric bliss. Your thighs trembled as they squeezed around his head, but he would happily be suffocated between your legs, so let the warmth of the press into his cheeks until you'd calmed down enough to relax the muscles.

Breathlessly, you looked down your body to where he was grinning, kissing the top of your pubis before licking his shiny lips.

"You're wearing too many clothes". The armour he was wearing vanished in a flicker of magic. Sitting up on the bed, your hands wound around his toned shoulders,  feeling the muscle ripple and move beneath as you tugged him closer and kissed him with all the desperation you could muster.

Both of you were moving with such urgency that your emotions were overwhelmed, tears spilling down your cheeks as you cried out the words, "Mine!" repeatedly. You'd heard of the frenzy after a mating bond is accepted, but you never anticipated it to feel this chaotic. You needed every single inch of him, wanted to taste his body, feel the warmth of his skin, and hear the moans from between his lips. There was too much to do, and your brain was engulfed with the need to do everything simultaneously.

Gripping onto his arms, you pulled Nyx so that he was now the one lying in the centre of the bed as you moved to straddle over his waist. With your lips still desperately moving together, tongue caressing and deepening into each other's mouths, your hands finally grasped around the thick, veiny length of your mate.

During any other intimate moment, you would have admired the sheer size of him or the beautiful sensation of him throbbing between your fingers, but right now, all you were desperate to do was give him pleasure.

Squeezing your fingers more firmly around the shaft, you moved up and down, using your thumb to smear the precum over the head. He shivered at the touch, his abs tightening and flexing as he groaned in pleasure.

"Need to be inside of you", he pleaded against your lips. You didn't need to tell twice as you roused high on your knees and direct the tip of his cock towards your drenched hole. You only gave yourself a second to adjust to the sheer size of him before you were rotating your hips and beginning to rock back and forth with increasing speed.

Nyx's arms wrapped around your spine, reaching to grasp onto the back of your shoulder so he had a good foundation to hold and fuck his hips up in time to meet yours. The firmness of his strokes had you seeing stars with how deep he felt. You were utterly consumed by Nyx.

The two of you were fucking each other with such a bruising pace that all you could do was dig your nails into his chest and ride him like your life depended on it. It was only a matter of minutes until you were coming, squeezing your walls tightly around his cock until he, too, was tipping his head back and grunting your name with his own pleasure.

You all but collapsed on top of his chest, greedily sucking in air that smelled entirely of him, and you couldn't get enough. It seemed he couldn't for you either as you continued to feel his hardness within you, not softening even after his orgasm.

Before long, with your face still plastered to his sweaty chest, your hips began to roll, his cock nudging deep inside of you.

"I can't fucking get enough of you", you gasp as he throbbed within you.

Nyx rolled the two of you over, so now he was on top, your legs repositioned so that they were against his shoulders, and you were all but bent in half, the angle meaning he could fuck even deeper.

"Yes! Nyx, please don't stop!" you scream, reaching over his shoulders and stroking the sensitive membrane of his wings, watching them flare behind his back.

"Say it", he begs, his eyes glazed whilst looking down at you.

"Nyx!"

"Yes! Say you're mine!"

"I'm yours!" Nyx moves harder, his hand slipping down your legs until his thumb could circle your clit.

"That's right", he grunts between thrusts, "And I'm yours. Forever".

You orgasm so hard you're sure you black out for a couple of seconds because, in the next breath, Nyx is beside you, spooning himself around you, kissing along your collarbones and stroking his palm down your stomach.

"I didn't go too hard on you, did I?" he asks with a rough voice.

You smile softly whilst reaching up to scratch your nails behind his ear, tucking the curls behind his pointed ears, careful not to snag the strands on the multiple silver hoops in his ear. "Not at all, I loved every second".

Nyx grinned, and the starlight that usually glowed in his eyes returned for the first time that day, and he was finally at ease.

"I can't believe you ate that stale bread", you say, laughing at the memory.

"I would have eaten the mould too if you'd given it to me. Whatever food you gave me, I would have accepted it with need in my heart". Those perfect lips of his began to kiss across your cheek and down your throat; however, now that the madness of needing to have sex with him had calmed for a moment, you could actually look him over properly, and that's when you noticed the doting of bruises over his arms and chest, all in different stages of healing.

You tense and ask urgently, "Were these from him? Earlier in the day, I mean?"

Nyx moves away from kissing your throat to look at what you're referring to, shaking his head and casually explaining, "No, they're from training. That asshole didn't have time to make a move against me before I-". You'd lost the ability to hear anything further as a fire burned so thoroughly throughout your soul that it momentarily stole your breath. Red burning anger pulsed in your soul, unlike anything you'd ever experienced.

Before a coherent thought could drift through your mind, you're pushing away from Nyx and climbing out of bed on unsteady legs. Needing to half crawl on the floor before righting your posture, you marched towards his bedroom door.

"Woah, Little Star", Nyx is suddenly in front of you, blocking your exit as he holds his hands up.

You try and push past him, but he just carefully eases you away from the door, "Let me past!" you shout in frustration, trying to wiggle past him.

"I don't think so", he responds gently and calmly.

"Nyx, let me out of this house!" You don't get far through as he moves to press your body against the wooden door.

"And what exactly do you think you're going to do?"

Baring your teeth at him over your shoulder, you continued trying to get out of his hold. "I'll kill everyone who harmed you!"

"Oh really?" Nnyx says lightheartedly and with a slight chortle. "You'll kill them? Miss' I despise violence'?"

You turn around so that you're chest to chest with Nyx, looking up at his with eyes so full of fury he actually bulked and softened his laughter. "Whoever hurt you doesn't deserve to live! They hurt you. My mate. MY MATE. They won't live to see the night!"

Nyx wasn't sure how to calm you down, having never seen you with such anger pulsing through your veins before, but he did what he thought was best: distract you. His fingers clutched desperately into your hair as his mouth pressed against yours firmly enough to cause bruises.

You fight and push against him at first, but then thoughts of anger and pain dissolve into lust and need as you're once more desperately grabbing him. Tearing your mouth away, you kiss down his throat, tasting the salty spice of his natural scent.

"These feelings, they will pass", Nyx reassures as he closes his eyes, thoughts entirely on your mouth as you close your lips around his nipple, biting the sensitive bud.

"So you get to have revenge on someone that wrong me, but I don't get to do the same for you?" you ask whilst looking up at him through your lashes, your nails scratching down his abs before grabbing his once more hardening cock.

He releases another long breath, trying to keep his composure as he thrusts into your palm. "I'm saying that I've had a lifetime of training, and taking care of one pathetic asshole was light work. The mating bond is the intense anger you're feeling, protecting my pride. Everything is so new and fresh, but it will pass Little Star. You'll understand that these bruises were all part of my training in a couple of hours. Everyone has similar marks, making the training brutal and volatile. So this feeling, it will pass. Anyway, you are not leaving this room naked with my cum still dripping down my thighs".

You're finally beginning to relax as your harsh touches soften until you're gently cupping his shaft and looking up at him sheepishly, "I thought you would have liked it if everyone got to see who I belonged to?"

Turning on the spot, you rested your hot cheek against the cool wood of the door and began to grind your arse against his cock, "Mmm, don't tempt me", he growls against the side of your face as he moves closer, bending his knees so he could position his cock into your cunt.

Nyx proceeds to fuck you so hard against the door that it begins to crack down the centre. But neither of you stopped for hours. Not until you were both thoroughly exhausted that neither could stand.

"I love you," he whispers against your lips as you teeter on unconsciousness's edge.

"I love you too", you tiredly say back, eyes drooping, and the darkness of sleep welcomed you into its abyss.

[didalexiabreakupwitholgayet]

Hot take/UO: Looks and pretty privilege are a BIG thing in woso. Some players don’t get rated enough because they’re not hot and some others get praised when they’re really average football wise. It feels so unprofessional people thirsting over players, writing fanfics, wanting to know about their private lives, shipping players… I’m sorry but Arsenal and Barca fans are the ones who do this the most and it doesn’t feel right. Like… focus on football.

look, i'm a millennial (like alexia! 😅) so i've seen so many versions of this in futfem/woso. and i've come to the conclusion that rule #1 of fandom is there is no "right" way to be a fan. i think for hardcore culers and football traditionalists alike, to be fans of barça and another team, especially a potential competitor in UWCL, it's like one of those unwritten rules that is being crossed. but i definitely see more blurred lines for women's football. i just think it seems more amplified now because of the success of the euros/wwc. and many players happen to be gay, so you're going to get more attention and interest paid to them from the community.

as for shipping players, writing fanfic, wanting to know about them off the pitch, that's been going on within woso fandom forever! and i'm not here to tell someone how they can or cannot be a fan if they know their limits.

the main thing is to know your boundaries and don't cross any lines. like i've seen fans post private photos from players' friends and family members or stalk players' homes or harass them for photos and autographs. don't do that shit.

or if a player has asked for privacy on an issue, then you should respect their wishes (e.g., don't post full pics of irene parades' son when she doesn't want you to do that!)

ultimately, i also care about the football and agree that certain players are not getting the praise and acclaim and awards and sponsorships and brand deals that they deserve. do looks play a part into that? for sure. but that's society in a nutshell and it's up to us to buck that trend if we want to and give kudos to our underrated and overlooked favourites regardless of their looks.

anyway, cgh ballon d'or anyone?!

[ryuichirou]

Replies

Happy Holiday weekend! Here are some replies…

Anonymous asked:

Have you read the Twisted Wonderland manga adaptation yet? I think you would really enjoy them

We haven’t and we don’t really plan to (since Yana Toboso didn’t work on them outside of some tidbits that we’re interested in, such as character’s younger versions design). But the artists for the manga did such a good job, that we really appreciate the art of it whenever we see someone posts it. The Tweels and Azul specifically look amazing.

Anonymous asked:

(with the jadesil asks but also just jade in general) mushrooms do look a bit like a certain... something, no? 🍆

They sure do. I wonder if Jade thinks about it… he certainly noticed it lol Especially considering that both of these things are kind of new to him…

“Oh, but don’t put the mushrooms anywhere please!^^”

blackbutlerfandomnerddomain asked:

So you ship CrewelTrein which is funny for me cause I honestly have a AU where Crewel is his out of wedlock child he didn't know about/headcanon as a father figure, so now with this ship being shown and lowkey agreeing with it despite my AU/thoughts now thought of Crewel being a student and being so frustrated by Trein he jerked it once and discovered he has a lot of daddy issues which includes a daddy kink but not him being called daddy or bottoming just Trein being "daddy" and he fucks him

lol I love how it turned into a “daddy issues/daddy kink” but WITH A TWIST

It could be funny if these two discovered they have a blood bond…but even if they don’t and Trein is just a father figure, it’s honestly even more funny, because having him as a father figure certainly didn’t stop Crewel from doing thing lol

blackbutlerfandomnerddomain asked:

OKay! BUT! Azul and Floyd walking in on Idia and Riddle either making out (with permission from their doms) or fucking each other with a double sided toy! (inspired by a comic I red of two subs making out before their doms showed up and boom fourway/double sided sex)

Alright, now I gotta know which one of these 4 saw this scenario in their head while they were asleep, because Idia and Riddle are probably the worst people for such a thing: not only they wouldn’t dare to do it by themselves, but to cooperate?? I wonder what would make them… well, ironically, Floyd could lol

(but the visual is like a classic hentai thing and would definitely leave Azul and Floyd kind of speechless lol)

dawnstar-33 asked:

I should be asleep rn but oh well Twst is more important...

Random thoughts I cant share with my friends (smh they wont watch playthroughs with me)

-Does that black streak in the tweels hair not annoy them? I'd be so mad about it especially as I have a similar haircut as the tweels 😭

-Twst x Mean girls!!! I can't remember where I saw it first, but now I can't unsee it! Vil as the one and only Regina George, Rook as Grechen and Cater as Karen! With Neige as Cady (World Burn is playing as I write this...)

-Not sure when I thought of this- Jamil and Kalim (either as a romantic or platonic attraction) with this one quote

"You're my soulmate, my life, but I'm not yours."

And that concludes my random thoughts at 3am 😭🫶

Twst really is more important than sleep lol I hope you sleep well though! And that your friend gives up and treats themselves by watching twst with you >:3

Here are my thoughts regarding your thoughts! Sorry for the late reply.

I think they’re very used to it lol Since they had to maneuver with it underwater ever since they were young… But I can picture Floyd accidentally catching it with his mouth and spitting in annoyance lol

LOVE Mean girls and the musical version is also great, HOWEVER! As someone who simps for both Vil and Regina, I don’t really think they’re similar. Vil has way too much dignity to do the “awww I love it how cute (I hate it it’s ugly)” thing, he’s usually just brutally honest lol And Regina is one messy bitch. Ironically, I feel like Azul fits the role better, despite not necessarily being a queen bee… I can definitely see Vil and Neige playing the roles of Regina and Cady though, it would be interesting. And infuriating for Vil, probably lol

Ohhh this is beautiful and sad. Yeah, Jamil and Kalim’s relationship with each other is quite asymmetrical on every level.

[another-lost-mc]

im not sure if uve talked abt this before sorry if u have but what r ur ocs opinions on solomon?

Some of them I’ve talked about but others I haven’t! The range of opinions varies greatly between them so it’s worth discussing, for sure.

Solomon is a frequent guest of Asmo’s at The Fall so it’s not unusual to see him there. Azra tries to ignore him because he lowkey hates his guts. (Solomon dated Meta in the past and he wasn’t quiet about their relationship or his fondness for him. Azra denies being jealous and bitter about it but he totally is).

Zee finds him a little annoying when he causes mischief at the club but they don’t interact much. Solomon has never approached Zee for a pact, not that he would agree to one even if he did.

Karasu is a bit skeptical of Solomon’s motives and doesn’t completely trust him. He’s one of the older demons who’s seen Solomon at his worst and that’s not easy to forget. Solomon has hinted at making a pact with him in the past and Karasu refused.

Tenebris is sort of like Karasu and remembers a different version of Solomon that he didn’t like at all. He and Solomon have a rocky history from that time period which doesn’t help. They have a lot in common and could be good friends in theory if they can get past their issues.

Belial and Solomon are in a pact. They’ve come a long way—the first time Solomon summoned Belial, the demon was so insulted by him that he nearly blew him off completely. They’re on better terms now but Belial likes to remind Solomon that his pact comes with a heavy price.

Bathin and Solomon are in a pact as well, but it’s currently dormant until Bathin comes of age. Bathin doesn’t remember anything from his previous incarnation, but Solomon visits him occasionally to check on him.

Meta and Solomon bonded over their shared passion for knowledge and books and history. They had an on-again off-again affair in the past and are presently good friends.

Seraphiel knows Solomon because Solomon visited Meta occasionally, or Seraphiel escorted Meta to visit Solomon in the human world. (Once Solomon proved he could keep Meta safe, Seraphiel was happy to stop being the third wheel on those little visits.)

Gabriel and Solomon speak often to resolve trivial matters between the two realms that don’t require Michael’s direct involvement. Uriel is usually with Gabriel if he has to meet with Solomon in person in the human world, whether it’s to negotiate realm issues or scold him for something he’s done, or just to catch up.

Solomon and Habuhiah have a lot in common although you might not know it at first glance since their personalities are so different. Solomon sends her messages often through Devilgram to discuss potion recipes or his latest experiments. She has a keen eye for alchemy so she can usually help him troubleshoot things, like if his latest concoction accidentally blew up part of his lab because he didn’t prepare a certain herb or mineral properly first. They also trade ingredients since she wants to try recipes and teas native to the Devildom but doesn’t want to go there herself to acquire them.

[clairehadenough]

Now can I ask an honest question. I have asked other certain blogs but they ignore my ask.

With regards to AB I know about the cultural misappropriation IG posts and the hand signal which to me was the just the ok subject which is used everyday in sign language. I don’t know it had in recent times come to have another meaning but can someone tell me is there any evidence of the antisemitism comments/behaviour on set or did she really did get fired from Mother Mary or is it’s just all rumor? The Mother Mary firing came from a certain blog and we are just meant to believe her. Remember they also she said was blacklisted in HW but then Mother Mary happened.

Justin and KiKo tweets aside from 8 yrs ago for the moment has she actually posted anything?

Not wanting to make excuses for her I just want to know what’s the truth and what’s ‘unproven rumor’.

In my opinion Kiko’s tweets are the worst because they were in really really really bad taste. That piece of shit she likes to quote and make a joke while using his name is the biggest mass murderer of all time. Also it did not happened once. There is no excuse, she isn’t funny and it’s bad to even talk about him casually, let alone quote him and joke about him. By the way this piece of shit persecuted Jews and lot’s of other groups of people based on their religion or sexual preferences. Nothing in my opinion excuses Kiko’s behaviour and she hasn’t even apologised publicly.

Justin’s problematic tweets are idiotic and stupid. Why mention that the girl at the gym was Asian, how does it relate to the story? Funnily enough Captregina did the exact same thing this week. But of course when she doesnit it’s ok😏 The fat joke was cruel and insensitive and stupid too which was also the way to describe Justin’s personality.

As everybody knows these tweets are 11+ years old. When they were tweeted Alba was a 14 year old child. I don’t know if she knew these people back then to begin with. So the dumbest thing to say is that Alba is racist only because when she was 14, someone she probably didn’t know yet tweeted racist or body shaming tweets. Also, when you make new friends you don’t go searching their social media from 11 years ago. You know who does that? Unhinged, deranged, jealous people who don’t accept the fact that their parasocial boyfriend has a real life girlfriend so they are desperate to find dirt on them so they can break them up😂 The hand signal is a yoga gesture that is wildly known and the fact they tried to pass it for a White suprematism thing is both hilarious and scary.

Everything else is made up rumours by the delulus. My favourite is “her co star on WN said that she was openly anti-semit on set. Proofs? Which co star? Where did they say that? I asked regina about that specific subject once, asking her for proofs, she said “it’s all over the internet”😂. Sure Jan because if this was true and you had proof you wouldn’t be pinning that all over your blogs lol. There is no proof whatsoever about ANY of the claims they came up with. They act as if they know people in Hollywood lmao but they know nothing.

Like everyone has been saying from the beginning, regardless of how you like or dislike Alba, saying that old tweets belonging to someone else makes HER a racist is BS. PR blogs are seeing themselves losing their narratives so they just tell people that if they don’t agree with them, it means “they are defending a racist”! LoL. I wish they had the same energy to spend on real racism issues instead!

Unless they give you a tangible proof about whatever they’re claiming, don’t believe them.

[hellaciousfaith]

Role Play Rules || Mobile

The Basics

No godmodding. This means you’re not allowed to dictate how my characters react/respond to anything, your characters cannot know everything/all the secrets about my characters without a good reason (such as being told this information by my characters, another character who knows, getting my permission in OOC chat), assume a major development between my characters and yours, or have your character successfully nail every attack they make against mine and-or dodging/blocking every attack my characters make against yours.

Any starter memes found under the “prompts” tag are always open for acceptance, no matter how old they may be. If it’s been more than 24 hours since their initial posting though please send them with a reminder about what meme they’re attached to so I can refresh myself on the context of the meme and its potential settings.

Communicate with me if there are any issues or confusions about something. I am sincerely open to talking things out, despite how socially withdrawn I am.

Muses =/= Mun; The character thoughts/opinions are not the writer’s thoughts/opinions.

Be patient for replies. This is not a primary muse for me, I run a couple of other RP blogs, work a full time job, and have other hobbies as well as responsibilities to attend to. Some replies may be thrown into the queue system to grant myself time and space to do those other things. If you are curious about the status of a reply you are welcome to ask about it after 48 hours since the last posting.

Shiro and the mun are above the age of consent. Mun details can be found in the pending Munday tag (this blog isn't old enough for that yet).

The Finer Points

Fights, Darker Themes, and Plotting

If we haven’t plotted for our muses to engage in combat or any sort of abusive scenario then please ask if it’s alright to shift gears towards that kind of scene first. I am open to writing any kind of violent scene but generally terrible at writing action, and very picky about what abusive themes I’ll engage with, so please don’t surprise me with either of the two.

Potentially violent scenarios don’t have to be a fully detailed disclosure either. It could be as simple as, “X wants to punch Y” and if I’m okay with it I’ll say “Palpatine voice: Dew it.” Then, we can begin discussing/plotting how the fight will go.

Truthfully speaking as well, I have very little combat writing experience so please have patience with my reply timing and be aware that I’ll most likely ask a lot of questions to make sure I’m understanding things correctly. I’m pretty much a newbie when it comes to this theme and I have trouble picturing written action, which makes it difficult for me to understand what’s going on.

If you do not have the patience for this though that’s okay too. We can handwave the scene to an agreed ending and move on our with our lives, no problem.

Certain forms of abuse and toxic personality traits are a major turn off for my muse, due to personal reasons that can be loosely boiled down to PTSD. So if I say no to something - whether it’s a plot or an entire muse - please respect that boundary. I will not write themes with:

Domestic abuse

Parental abuse

Emotional abuse

If you have any questions about what is or isn’t okay with me, feel free to ask! I take no offense to/I am okay with being asked for details because there is no harm in discussing limits. This is just a general guideline to help you understand what I’m not okay with

Don’t spring plots on me without discussing them beforehand. I’m not against plots happening, I just don’t like being surprised.

There will be elements of slap stick humor on this blog because Shiro can be rough in how he handles his friends and family. Arguably, it's less handling and more manhandling. This may come off harshly if it's taken literal and at face value. It is not meant to be. So, please don't.

Text Patterns

“This is speech - AKA the things said aloud and audible to others in hearing range. Things said over/through a communication device will be written like this too.”

This is flavor text to go around the speech.

Full sentences in italics are typically going to be thoughts. Words that are italicized in the middle of an unformatted sentence are for emphasis, like bolding.

[::This is a text message, typically used in any device-to-device conversations.]

((This is out-of-character text on a post, in a reply, or in tags. That isn’t to say tags not written like this should be considered IC, but they are most definitely OOC when written like this))

Selective; Mutuals Only

I’m going to be selective about who I follow for dash organization and cleanliness, as well as muse focus. It’s nothing personal against anyone or any blogging behaviors, I’m just very worn out from my job, want to be able to keep up with my partners’ activities, want to be able to focus on my muse with ease, and overall enjoy what I’m doing.

Anyone is welcome to send asks, send in memes, or makes comments if they feel inclined to do so. Starters and drabble prompts will only be accepted by mutuals. Threads will only be written with mutuals.

Duplicate & Multiverse Friendly

I’ll play with any character - canon or OC - and I’m not exclusive with anyone either, so I’m more than happy to play with multiple versions of the same character.

I’ll play with any character regardless of where their base continuity is or if they’re something completely original. Shiro is fixed in a Blue Exorcist type world, but time fuckery can allow him to interact with other worlds/settings.

Shiro comes from an AU timeline of my own making, and is thus exclusive to his own self. Meaning anybody he encounters is a different version of the individual he knows personally, and visa versa. Alternate individuals may be recognizable and follow similar dynamics, but no one is the individual he knows personally without some prior OOC discussions.

The Basics

No godmodding. This means you’re not allowed to dictate how my characters react/respond to anything, your characters cannot know everything/all the secrets about my characters without a good reason (such as being told this information by my characters, another character who knows, getting my permission in OOC chat), assume a major development between my characters and yours, or have your character successfully nail every attack they make against mine and-or dodging/blocking every attack my characters make against yours.

Any memes found under the “prompts” tag are always open for acceptance, no matter how old they are. If it’s been more than 24 hours since their initial posting though please send them with a reminder about what meme they’re attached to so I can refresh myself on the context/potential settings.

You are more than welcome to specify for a canon timeline with prompts too. Anything sent in without a requested setting will default to the main/current timeline.

Communicate with me if there are any issues or confusions about something. I am sincerely open to talking things out, despite how socially withdrawn I am.

Muses =/= Mun; The character thoughts/opinions are not the writer’s thoughts/opinions.

Be patient for replies. This is not a primary muse for me, I run a couple of other RP blogs, work a full time job, and have other hobbies as well as responsibilities to attend to. Some replies may be thrown into the queue system to grant myself time and space to do those other things. If you are curious about the status of a reply you are welcome to ask about it after 48 hours since the last posting.

Shiro and the mun are above the age of consent. Mun details can be found here.

The Finer Points

Fights, Darker Themes, and Plotting

If we haven’t plotted for our muses to engage in combat or any sort of abusive scenario then please ask if it’s alright to shift gears towards that kind of scene first. I am open to writing any kind of violent scene but generally terrible at writing action, and very picky about what abusive themes I’ll engage with, so please don’t surprise me with either of the two.

Potentially violent scenarios don’t have to be a fully detailed disclosure either. It could be as simple as, “X wants to punch Y” and if I’m okay with it I’ll say “Palpatine voice: Dew it.” Then, we can begin discussing/plotting how the fight will go.

Truthfully speaking as well, I have very little combat writing experience so please have patience with my reply timing and be aware that I’ll most likely ask a lot of questions to make sure I’m understanding things correctly. I’m pretty much a newbie when it comes to this theme and I have trouble picturing written action, which makes it difficult for me to understand what’s going on.

If you do not have the patience for this though that’s okay too. We can handwave the scene to an agreed ending and move on our with our lives, no problem.

Certain forms of abuse and toxic personality traits are a major turn off for my muse, due to personal reasons that can be loosely boiled down to PTSD. So if I say no to something - whether it’s a plot or an entire muse - please respect that boundary. I will not write themes with:

Domestic abuse

Parental abuse

Emotional abuse

If you have any questions about what is or isn’t okay with me, feel free to ask! I take no offense to/I am okay with being asked for details because there is no harm in discussing limits. This is just a general guideline to help you understand what I’m not okay with

Don’t spring plots on me without discussing them beforehand. I’m not against plots happening, I just don’t like being surprised.

There will be elements of slap stick humor on this blog because Shiro can be rough in how he handles his friends and family. Arguably, it’s less handling and more manhandling. This may come off harshly if it’s taken literal and at face value. It is not meant to be. So, please don’t.

Text Patterns

“This is speech - AKA the things said aloud and audible to others in hearing range. Things said over/through a communication device will be written like this too.”

This is flavor text to go around the speech.

Full sentences in italics are typically going to be thoughts. Words that are italicized in the middle of an unformatted sentence are for emphasis, like bolding.

[::This is a text message, typically used in any device-to-device conversations.]

((This is out-of-character text on a post, in a reply, or in tags. That isn’t to say tags not written like this should be considered IC, but they are most definitely OOC when written like this))

Selective; Mutuals Only

I’m going to be selective about who I follow for dash organization and cleanliness, as well as muse focus. It’s nothing personal against anyone or any blogging behaviors, I’m just very worn out from my job, want to be able to keep up with my partners’ activities, want to be able to focus on my muse with ease, and overall enjoy what I’m doing.

Anyone is welcome to send asks, send in memes, or makes comments if they feel inclined to do so. Starters and drabble prompts will only be accepted by mutuals. Threads will only be written with mutuals.

Duplicate & Multiverse Friendly, Multiship

I’ll play with any character - canon or OC - and I’m not exclusive with anyone either, so I’m more than happy to play with multiple versions of the same character.

I’ll play with any character regardless of where their base continuity is or if they’re something completely original. Shiro is fixed in a Blue Exorcist type world, but time fuckery can allow him to interact with other worlds/settings.

Shiro comes from an AU timeline of my own making, and is thus exclusive to his own self. Meaning anybody he encounters is a different version of the individual he knows personally, and visa versa. Alternate individuals may be recognizable and follow similar dynamics, but no one is the individual he knows personally without some prior OOC discussions.

I am a multishipper - meaning I can, may, and will write my character in multiple romantic relationships with the understanding that none of them are crossing over with each other. So, there is no cheating going on and no jealousy occurring unless otherwise stated by me. I will not participate in these kinds of plots without some kind of prior discussion with all the involved parties. Please refrain from trying to start trouble - ICly or OOCly - about these things unless I or my muse have stated something beforehand.

M!A Spells & Anonymous Interaction

I will accept all magic anons (M!As) but I retain the right to turn down/delete ones that do not strike my interest or make me feel uncomfortable. If the latter happens, I will do my best to elaborate on what exactly made me uncomfortable so it can be avoided in the future.

General messages will be answered normally and treated like messages on the datanet. Anonymous messages that suggest, imply, or depict physical interaction with a muse will be treated like an NPC.

M!A Spells & Anonymous Interaction

I will accept all magic anons (M!As) but I retain the right to turn down/delete ones that do not strike my interest or make me feel uncomfortable. If the latter happens, I will do my best to elaborate on what exactly made me uncomfortable so it can be avoided in the future.

General messages will be answered normally and treated like messages on the datanet. Anonymous messages that suggest, imply, or depict physical interaction with a muse will be treated like an NPC.

[redandfranticfeelings]

how i met your mother fanfic prompt challenge

because i rewatched the entire show in 2 months and i’m obsessed with applying these various concepts to ships i like (whether i agree with them or not). the idea is that your story could explore these theories and whether or not they ring true for the characters. 

i’m surprised i didn’t see a specific prompt meme like this yet, it’s been a decade since the show ended, haha! 

“have you met x?”: the surefire way to set someone up is to just casually introduce them to the person they’re into. 

“the olive theory”: one character loves something the other hates, and they find a balance. 

“lemon law”: if the date hasn’t gone anywhere after five minutes, maybe it’s time to call it off early. 

“nothing good happens after 2am”: the decisions you make after 2am will be the wrong ones.

“pause/unpause”: if you don’t want to have an argument right now, just “pause” it and come back to it later. 

“the ‘oh’ moment”: the more you know about a person, the more you risk learning about that surefire dealbreaker for your relationship. do you want to put off getting to know this, or do you want to know it as soon as possible?

“slap bet”: if you lose this bet, the other person has the right to slap you a certain amount of times at whatever time they choose. 

“freeway theory”: there are a number of “exits” you can choose to end a relationship after -- a few hours in, a few weeks in, a few months in, a year and a half, eighteen years, or just wait until you die. 

“stuff”: if your ex gave you a present, is it fair to hold onto it when you enter a new relationship?

“revertigo”: when you’re around people from your past, you begin acting like them. 

“hot/crazy scale”: your partner should be “hotter” than they are “crazy.” 

“the chain of screaming”: once someone with higher authority puts you down, it’s inevitable that you’re going to scream at someone "lesser” than you to get that tension out, and the chain will continue from there. 

“walk of shame”: the embarrassing act of going home after doing something embarrassing, usually a bad hookup. and god forbid your friends notice you on the way home...

“the platinum rule”: never hook up with somebody you see everyday, especially not a coworker. 

“not a father’s day”: celebrating not getting someone pregnant.

“the perfect week”: an attempt to have one new sex partner for each day of the week. could also be extended into “the perfect month” for 31 days if you wanna get risky. also definitely a sign of some personal issues going on.

“rabbit-duck theory”: re-evaluating something (or someone!) you love may turn it into something you hate... and vice versa. 

“reacher-settler theory”: in every relationship, there’s someone reaching way out of their league, and someone settling below their league. the question is, who’s who?

“new relationship smugness”: the honeymoon phase during the first few months of a relationship. when do you stop believing you’re a “perfect couple”?

“relationship chicken”: both of you are unhappy in this relationship, but neither wants to be the first one to admit it. 

“bait”: get something cool to entice prospective lovers to come over to your place -- just make sure it isn’t cooler than you. 

“the hook”: one character spends a lot of time being affectionate with the other, but keeps insisting they can’t be together “right now.” but is that true, or are they simply exploiting the other person’s attraction to them?

“baggage”: everyone has some hangups or trauma that might make it harder to have a relationship going forward. 

“graduation goggles”: when you try to separate from something you once couldn’t stand, you see it in a much more nostalgic light, and suddenly you can’t leave it behind. 

“gaps”: everybody has something they should know at their age, but do not (i.e. how to use tools, mispronouncing a certain word). 

“truth voice”: saying your true feelings in a sarcastic voice to make it sound like a lie.

“the blitz”: it seems that, whenever this one character leaves the room, amazing things happen, and they never get back in time to see them. 

“the hate rule”: if one person in the friend group hates someone, everyone else has to hate them too. 

“the mermaid theory”: reportedly, if a man spends enough time with a woman, he’ll become attracted to her no matter what. 

“desperation day”: the day before valentine’s day when everyone’s desperate to hook up.

“noretta”: everyone ends up dating someone like their parents. 

“early relationship chicken”: both people in the relationship agrees to do incredibly weird and dangerous activities, because they both want to look open-minded and cool. 

“pregnancy brain”: being pregnant makes your mental faculties and judgment a lot worse. 

“lobster theory”: you want something more if you’re told you can’t have it (i.e. a lobster allergy making you crave lobster, or being rejected making you like the other person more).

“dobler-dahmer theory”: a big romantic gesture can be endearing if the feelings are requited, but if they aren’t, you just look really creepy. 

“overcorrection”: dating someone who’s the complete opposite of your recent ex. 

“eight or higher”: if you’re new parents, you usually don’t have time to listen to your friends’ problems... unless they’re really serious.

“the international date line”: the thin line that distinguishes whether you’re on a romantic date or just hanging out as friends. 

“no questions asked”: if someone calls you in to do a weird favor, and they insist you don’t ask why you need it, they owe you the same courtesy when you need a weird favor. 

you can add whatever other prompts i might have missed, i also didn’t put these in perfect episode order lol sorry

[comphet-critical]

Something that strikes me as interesting about a lot of these “lesbians” “struggling with comphet” is that they talk about having to “overcome” an attraction to men (like “oh I’m a lesbian but I’m into timothee chalamet or whoever is the white boy of the month and like fantasising about having a romantic and sexual relationship with him but it’s just the comphet coming back that I have to overcome” like no you’re just attracted to that man. Maybe if you’re an adolescence or teenager who is scared of not fitting in and all your friends want to be with the white boy of the month but you don’t feel attracted to him, then maybe you’ll try to imagine scenarios to “make” yourself attracted to him or understand your friends, but it won’t work and you won’t like it so as to just do it for your own enjoyment because you’re not attracted to men and you just want to fit in with your friends and not be ostracised for that so you just lie to yourself that you understand your friends’ attraction to men when you don’t and you just blindly agree to what they say and mimic their talking points maybe not even realising this is what you’re doing to fit in, and it gets harder to pretend when you get further into the teenage years and they actually start dating and hooking up with men and it’s not only that you’re not interested in that because you are with women even if you don’t pursue them either out of commitment issues or shyness, you still fantasise about it for your own enjoyment and indulgence, but not with men because it’s that you’re not attracted to men. If you’re full on acknowledging you’re a lesbian and all your friends know and you’re not scared that they can no longer relate to you and bond with you over their attraction to men, then you’re just not a lesbian cause lesbians don’t have to “overcome” occasional attraction to go on being lesbian. They’re not attracted in the first place), or just unhealthy behaviours regarding men that all women have struggled with (like deriving a sense of value and worth from what men think of you).

I’ve never had to “overcome” any attraction to men because I literally have never been attracted to men. Sure, I’ve tried as a teenager to beg and plead and bargain with myself that I could “become” attracted to a man if I just tried hard enough or if I had other life circumstances, and then I wouldn’t be different from my friends and I wouldn’t have to tell my family I like women, but it never worked because if you’re a lesbian there’s no scenario you could imagine or put yourself in that would make you actually want and desire romantic let alone sexual intimacy with a man. There’s nothing to overcome because you can’t even generate it in the first place no matter what you think or tell yourself since it’s not there. If you think you’re a lesbian but you have to “overcome” attraction to men, like genuinely desiring to have romantic and sexual relations with certain men no matter who they are and even if you don’t want to act on it, then that’s a sure sign that you’re not a lesbian, but just a bisexual who is most often into women or would just prefer to date women, which is fine

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[oddinary4bts]

Ok some time has passed, I’ve seen all the character asks and anon and it’s 3am and this is on my mind so I need to speak my truth on Laura.

So overall, it’s okay to be upset for being second choice, even if she didn’t know that. It’s okay to be upset if your partner is flirting in front of you, or shows too much care in an inappropriate way or whatever. BUT how you act is it’s own thing.

First of all, unless the 3rd person is your friend or family, they don’t really owe you anything. Of course it doesn’t make you a good person to actively go for people in relationships on purpose, but the responsibility not to cheat is on your own partner. Her spiel afterwards is so excessive, cursing out a person that may or may not have feelings for her partner but that has inherently not done anything to you.

I think speaking in that kind of a way is never going to be a good look. Extreme jealousy is extremely unattractive. It’s a normal emotion, sure, but you’re still responsible for how you act even when you’re experiencing intense feelings.

To constantly denigrate a person that may be “looking at your partner a certain way” is a bit terrifying tbh. I know that we know that she is correct in the sense that there is something going on there. But there’s no scenario in which completely loosing your shit and swearing and trashing this person will ever make you look like a mature well adjusted adult in front of your partner. That’s just not a healthy productive way to deal with this.

You are entitled to be upset, but to be so explosive over so little, it’s scary honestly. Imagine a relationship with any kind of power imbalance in which the person with power reacts that way, it would be terrifying wouldn’t it?

So at the core of it, I just think if that’s how you experience jealousy, you should probably work on fixing that. There will always be something that can make you jealous, justified or not, if you look for reasons you can find them, even if they’re only in your head. You can’t act like that and still have people think you’re not being shitty.

Sorry I had a lot to say, night night 🤪✌️

I entirely agree with everything you have said. Laura’s jealousy was toxic, so no wonder Jungkook decided to break up. She clearly needs to work on her jealousy issues before she can commit to a serious relationship because she can’t just control who looks at her partner. As you said, it’s her partner’s responsibility not to cheat on her, but no one can force other people not to look at your partner because you don’t like that they do.

As I said before, she probably has a reason why she gets so jealous, but it still doesn’t justify how she spoke about OC and how she spoke to Jungkook too! He most definitely did the right thing in breaking up with her, even if OC wasn’t in the picture. Because extreme jealousy is unattractive, and not a good thing for a SO to live with. It gets toxic real quick you know?

Never apologize for having a lot to say, I love reading your reviews and comments on the fic it’s always super insightful hahaha night night✨😌

[sharkwing]

Tumblr is the place of every take. We love ourselves some unconventional ideas because it means we can voice our own unconventional ideas without fear. We don't talk about twitter.

Gimme all your erisol headcanons! I wanna hear bout why you like Eri. I love this hopeless troll XD. He n Sol are my faves so Erisol is legit the best ship in my eyes lmao

This is so sweet! I agree, both sites have their issues but I’m so glad I kept my tumblr active after the 2018 debacle. I did leave it alone for a bit, but after being active on both sites simultaneously for a little over a year now tumblr is definitely the better user experience imo.

Eridan has always been my favorite troll!!! I was a big greek mythology kid and have always loved the ocean, so both Eridan and Feferi were my automatic favorites (act 5 act 2 was a difficult time for me 🙃). Eridan won out just BARELY as my *favorite* favorite bc 1.) more obvious mythology/mediterranean history references, 2.) seahorse, 3.) wow, I like history too! and 4.) the cape is just…a LOOK. He’s a cool character! All the trolls are cool characters! It’s always bummed me out that people write him off as “the worst one” when he’s clearly just like. A bumbling edgy 13 year old from Planet Murder trying to be a supervillain in the most ineffectual way possible. It’s hilarious. Feferi even calls him out SUPER early for not actually having the guts nor the desire to go through with his “doomsday plans” and that’s…very endearing to me?? I’m not sure why a lot of people just gloss over that and take this kid’s word for it that he is DEFINITELY actually evil and he is DEFINITELY gonna blow everyone up! Including all his friends! He’ll do it! Any day now! Prommy!!! AM I BEING A GOOD VIOLET YET ARE YOU PROUD OF ME DUALSCAR

Sollux is a whole different can of worms, because I really didn’t appreciate how cool he was until I came back to homestuck as an adult. I think in any medium other than a webcomic he would have been one of my favorites from the jump, but for some reason I just found it really hard to read his text color as a kid and had a bad habit of skimming all his logs. I love him now though! There are a million cool things about him, but thing that always gets me with him is how angry he was with ghost Aradia for concealing the world-ending nature of sgrub from him. His society is shit, treats people like HIM like shit specifically, and if he’d lived to adulthood on Alternia he probably would’ve had the worst fate out of anyone in the main cast, including Karkat and Feferi—still, he was furious that the game he was working so hard on in hopes of saving his world ended up destroying it. Even though he had every right to be like “lol sucks for everyone who died but this works out great for me.” He’s just. So good.

I don’t think I have that many groundbreaking erisol headcanons. I just like them separately as characters and I think that (citing erisol as evidence) they’re WAY more similar than they like to think they are, and they would probably be much better friends (yes, I’m an “all the trolls are friends” person) if their circumstances were different. I know Pesterquest was kind of controversial and not everyone takes the routes as canon, but Eridan’s route kind of cemented for me that on some level, Sollux realizes this. That’s why he keeps answering Eridan’s phone calls, and why he seems to flip flop between wanting nothing to do with him and engaging with his antics. In both universes Sollux spends a lot of time talking to Feferi, and Feferi is still Eridan’s friend, even though she’s been frustrated with him for a long time. At a certain point Sollux has probably heard all the bad AND the good, and he knows that Eridan can be better, and that makes it even more frustrating that he goes around enforcing a system that he doesn’t even believe in because he’s desperate for approval from…does he even know who he’s seeking approval from?? Because the bastard could be getting approval from real people who care about him if he’d just stop being so terrible all the time, but NOOOOO. And that kind of frustration and desire to force someone to improve is exactly what caliginous relationships are supposed to be about!

I guess I hc that Sollux is rarely angry that Eridan is pitch flirting with him period, but that Eridan’s attempts at establishing a rivalry are so shallow and based on cheap shots at Sollux’s blood color and him “stealing Feferi” rather than anything about Sollux specifically. At first glance anyone would peg Eridan as the tryhard in their situation, but to Sollux it feels like he’s the one who’s gone to the trouble of finding actual personal things to dislike about Eridan, and Eridan is being lazy and not meeting him halfway at all. If pressed I do think that Eridan would be able to articulate that he cares about Sollux for reasons beyond that stuff (because seriously, he’s calling this boy in the wee hours of the morning just to complain at him he is down horrendous), but he’s not exactly good at the whole “introspection” thing, so. A slow burn ship for sure :/

[professor-tammi]

a post containing all the Dimilix-related dialogue in Three Hopes.

I don’t think anybody expected Hopes to have as much dmlx content as it ended up having but boy it sure does have content, so, enjoy! Use it for fic referencing or converting people whatever you like :D

(If I’ve missed anything or if you notice any mistakes, please send me an ask / DM / etc and I’ll look into it!)

Prologue: A Chance Encounter

Dimitri camp dialogue, introducing Felix (if asked to by Shez):

Dimitri: Felix is the son of Duke Fraldarius. He has a sharp wit and an even sharper tongue, but he’s a good person at his core. I can attest to that. He has always admired strength above all else in a fighter. I imagine the two of you will make fast friends.

Felix camp dialogue:

Felix: You’re that new merc, right? Shez? The boar says you had some skill—you’ll have to give me a demonstration before we head out.

Dialogue options:

1. Agree enthusiastically. [Felix support raised]

Shez: Deal. I can clear some time before sunrise.

Felix: Looking forward to it.

2. Refuse his offer.

[...]

3. Ask who “the boar” is.

Shez: Sorry, “the boar”?

Felix: Don’t worry about it. He’s not your problem.

Chapter 2: Three Houses

Story scene: A Class of Blue Lions:

Felix: Enough chatter. You’re a mercenary, right? How’s your swordsmanship? You must have some skill if the boar here gave you passing marks.

Chapter 3: Crisis in Fhirdiad

Story scene: Apprehensions of Unrest:

Felix: Hold on. What did you say?

Dimitri: I’ve only just heard the news, so I’m a bit hazy on the finer points... But it seems my uncle has seized control of the capital and declared war on House Fraldarius. All signs point to him wanting to stamp the line out entirely.

Shez: That’s Felix’s family, right? They’re one of the Kingdom’s leading houses. What does the royal family gain from eliminating them?

Dimitri: I’d wager it has to do with House Fraldarius supporting my claim to the throne. [...] My uncle claims House Fraldarius is attempting to install me as their puppet. As such, he issued a written appeal to the western lords to help him “rescue me from the duke’s foul clutches,” as he puts it.

Felix: In what cruel world would our noble house take the reins of a boar like you?

Dimitri: Don’t ask me— it’s his pretext.

Felix + Sylvain camp dialogue:

Sylvain: Hey, cheer up, Felix. Your dad’s getting worried. I know how unpleasant it feels to have people make weird claims about your family.

Felix: Don’t act as if you have it all figured out. That sort of thing would never bother me.

Dialogue options:

1. Ask why he’s upset.

Shez: So if that’s not what’s bothering you, why do you look like you just got punched in the gut?

Felix: Because a certain someone’s indecision is making me sick to my stomach.

2. Doubt his denial.

Shez: Really? ‘Cause I think most people would take issue with their family getting pinned with a crime they hadn’t actually committed.

Felix: Ridiculous as it might sound, that’s what politics is all about these days. There’d be no end to the anger if you got frustrated at every slight to your family name. Still, you can hardly blame me if a certain someone’s indecision is getting on my nerves.

[Converge]

Sylvain: Look, if you’re that concerned about His Highness, you should just say something to him.

Felix: Hmph. Why should the job of cheering him up fall to me?

Story scene: Unrest in Fhirdiad:

Felix: You’re our commander, but you look like you’re heading for a funeral. Could you maybe try not being so insufferable?

Dimitri: Apologies for my demeanor. I’ve more than a few things on my mind.

CG Cutscene: Final Goodbye:

Felix: Something you feel like saying?

Shez: No...

Felix: All traitors get put to the sword. It’s his duty, as king.

Story scene: Determination:

Dimitri: Rodrigue will abandon his title and work with Dedue to restore harmony between our people. I’m not asking him for his life. Rather, he offered to spend it to set things to rights. [...] My time at the Officers Academy was a valuable experience, but I belong here now. Obviously Felix won’t be able to return either. Have him come to me later so I can deliver the news and an apology.

Rodrigue: I’ve already had a word and told him what must be done. You’ve no need to apologize.

Dimitri: Yes, I have. [...]

Chapter 4: To War!

Story scene: Deliberate and Decisive:

Felix: Pardon my lateness, Your Majesty.

Dimitri: You needn’t worry, Felix. I know your duties are many. Though I’m afraid we could not wait for you to begin the discussion.

Felix: This is about the Empire’s declaration of war against the Central Church, yes?

[...]

Margrave Gautier: War will always come at one point or another, and some degree of suffering is purely inevitable. You know this as well as I, Viscount.

Viscount Elidure: You dare speak of suffering, do you? When the blaze of war will not scorch your lands in the north as it does ours?

Felix: I would normally agree that those of us from the northern territories should hold less sway in this discussion. But if Garreg Mach were to fall, the warfront would not halt in the west. Your Majesty, what of House Rowe, or Galatea? Or the others in the south?

Dimitri: Not a word from Count Rowe as it stands, but I did receive a missive from Count Galatea. It read, “My people are not fools enough to rejoice in the surrender of their territories to invaders.” “There is no morality in turning our backs on the institution at the very foundation of our lives. We must support the church as they have supported us.”

Gustave: Your Majesty, we owe a great debt to the Central Church for their role in quelling the uprising two years ago. To not repay such generosity in kind would risk weakening the trust of your vassals.

Felix: And if that happens, we might find ourselves right back in the same mess as before. They lack the Crest of Blaiddyd, but there’s no small number of nobles who might crawl out of the woodwork claiming royal blood. The Kingdom’s already seen the turmoil and division such claimants can bring after the death of King Klaus.

Viscount Elidure: But Duke Fraldarius! Surely we are better served attempting to head off the very real and imminent war at hand instead of debating hypothetical unrest?

Dimitri: I don’t want my people to suffer the pain of conflict. But does anyone here really think the Empire will simply stop if we appease their every demand?

[...]

Felix: Ngh.

Dimitri: Do you have something to add, Duke Fraldarius?

Felix: Not really, no. I was just wondering how long we were planning to continue this tedious charade. The question’s simple: do we hand over our kingdom and subject ourselves to Imperial rule, or not?

Dimitri: I believe the Margrave has been quite clear as to what will happen if we give in to the Empire’s demands. We’ve all been informed of the rapid reformation their region has undergone. Many aspects of which I admire, I’m not ashamed to say. But an old, stubborn land like ours isn’t suited for such tempestuous change. Radical new freedoms are not what the people of Faerghus need right now. They need stability. Steady improvement in their daily lives. And real, lasting change can only come from a solid foundation.

Felix: Sounds like Your Majesty has made up his mind, then. Just say the word and we’ll leap into action.

Dimitri: Ahem. The Holy Kingdom of Faerghus will hereby offer asylum to the Curch of Seiros. Everyone, sharpen your blades and prepare for the battles ahead.

Story scene: Conspiracy and Redemption:

Dimitri: I will bear the weight of the Kingdom’s sins. If slaughtering a hundred foes means bringing salvation to a thousand of our own, I will do it.

Rodrigue: As you wish, Your Majesty. And if I may... try not to torment yourself so much.

[Rodrigue, Dedue, and Gustave leave; Felix enters]

Felix: Ah, how far our proud king has fallen. You sounded utterly vicious just now.

Dimitri: What do you want, Felix?

Felix: Oh, not much. I just thought catching a glimpse of your haggard face might put a smile on mine. I knew that playing the part of a cool-headed leader would be too much for you. But all this scheming, this calculation. It doesn’t suit you. Why don’t you just give it a rest already?

Dimitri: You think too highly of me. This is who I am, Felix. I’ve never been anything more than a bloody demon on the path of revenge.

Felix: ...

Dimitri: I stand here today to lift the burdens of all who perished before me. To see that those who bear guilt for their deaths are held accountable. I will expose whoever I must, slay whoever I must to see my task through to the end. There is no place for mercy within these walls. And if it affects the safety of my people, then that’s all the more reason to strike now.

Felix: And here I thought you were finally starting to pull yourself together.

Dimitri: I snuffed out my uncle’s life with my own two hands. As king and as general, I’ve killed countless more. I looked on as nearly everyone I held dear perished. I am the one who must take responsibility for their deaths. So rest easy, Felix. The weight of my atonement will not fall on your shoulders.

Felix: Hmph. No point in trying to reason with a boar. Enough of that, though. The city seems especially spirited today. Is something going on?

Dimitri: Ah, yes. Lady Rhea and the others from the church are making an excursion to the capital. I suggest you join in on the festivities before you go. It does the heart good to see our people smile.

Chapter 5: Skirmish in the Fog

Felix base camp dialogue:

Felix: Back when I was 14 or 15, the boar and I went out west to help quell the rebellion. That’s when I witnessed the beast inside him. I know exactly what I saw. Tell me, do you think you can imagine the look on his face when he slew the enemy commander?

Dialogue options:

1. Say that you can.

Shez: Yeah, I think so. Given how you’re talking about it, I’m guessing he smiled or something?

Felix: That’s right. I’ve known him a long time, but I had no idea he was capable of that.

2. Say that you can’t.

Shez: We’re talking about Dimitri, right? I have no idea. He’s so detached when he strikes down enemies now.

Felix: Then I’ll tell you. He smiled. He stood over the enemy commander’s corpse and smiled, drunk on his own bloodlust.

[Converge]

Felix: I know now that the commander was deeply involved in the Duscur incident. It’s not wrong to want revenge. But when I look at him now... It makes my stomach turn.

Story scene: The Bandit:

Dimitri: You did well, Miklan. I will remember the deeds you’ve performed here today.

Miklan: Pah. You know as well as I that  I only did it for the money. Your money.

Felix: What are you playing at, boar? This washed up bandit doesn’t deserve to look at our army, let alone be a commander in it.

Dimitri: It’s a decision I made in collaboration with the margrave. Two years ago, after I ascended the throne. I ordered Gustave to capture him, made him swear his allegiance to the royal family, and gave him a unit of soldiers to command.

Felix: Spare me the details of how you did it. What I want to know is why.

Dimitri: My army was lacking leaders. We needed capable fighters to fill in the gaps. As for Miklan here, the margrave himself has instructed him in all manner of military tactics. I’ve seen his prowess with my own two eyes.

Felix: ...

Dimitri: In the centuries since the time of King Loog, Crests and Relics have kept Faerghus safe. We’ve come to depend on that power to protect us from outside attacks—and grown all too complacent in its wake. Naturally, we will take full advantage of our Heroes’ Relics in the battles ahead with Adrestia. But we cannot protect our home with Relics alone. If all who could wield them fell, so too would we. The blood of the Heroes is thinner now than ever before. We need men like him among our ranks.

Felix: I don’t doubt the truth of your words. But that’s not the issue here! Do you really think it appropriate to trust a man barely removed from his life as a brigand with the responsibility of command?

[...]

Felix: Let me guess, any means necessary?

Dimitri: I won’t defend it. Though I do see use in such a man. What he did in his time as a bandit was monstrous, I admit that. And I deserve no small amount of judgment for hiving him command in spite of it. But I can’t help but wonder. Perhaps his life could’ve been dramatically different had he only possessed a Crest. Same as the uncle I murdered.

[...]

Felix: I get what you’re trying to do, but you still should’ve talked to us first. This isn’t about who shoulders what blame. It’s a matter of letting us know what you’re thinking.

Dimitri: You’re right, Felix. My apologies.

Chapter 6: Conspiracy in the Air

Felix base camp dialogue:

Felix: Tch. There’s so much that fool neglected to tell us. It really pisses me off. Per usual, I have absolutely no idea what’s rattling around inside his skull. If he thinks he’s the only one who will lose face over this, he’s a greater fool than I gave him credit for. Who knew royalty could be so annoying.

Story scene: A Suspected Invasion:

Shez: You’re really going back to Fhirdiad? After all it took to get us to this point?

Dimitri: I will only be gone for a short while. A month at most, perhaps.

[...]

Felix: Explain to them, boar. This is a threat only us northerners understand.

Dimitri: Very well. A group of soldiers from the Sreng Region has broken through the defenses in Gautier territory and makes for the capital.

[...]

Dimitri: As for you, Duke Fraldarius, I leave command of the army to you in my stead. If the envoy does arrive... Well, the appropriate course of action will be in your hands. Just remember, the soldiers stationed here are not mere soldiers—they’re Kingdom citizens. And as such we have a duty to protect every last one of them. If they’re lost, I will have nothing left... save hollow prayers for the dead.

Felix: Hmph. Fine then.

Dimitri: Please, don’t look at me like that. I know this burden is a heavy one, but I suspect you will lead them better than I.

Chapter 7: The King Awakens

Story scene: The People of the North:

[...]

Felix: Have you any news from the north? What of the capital? And the king?

Kingdom Soldier: Nothing at the time of my departure, I’m sorry to report.

Shez: Guess there’s only one way to find out, then. We should head up there ourselves, Felix.

Kingdom Soldier: The margrave would surely send word if something were to happen at the capital. I imagine we’ll have more clarity on the situation in a few days’ time.

Sylvain: We don’t have a few days. You need to act, Felix, and you need to do it now.

Felix: Ngh... But if we move too rashly, the Imperial forces near the fortress will grow wise to our maneuvers.

Sylvain: As though any of that’ll matter if the king winds up dead. Losing Arianrhod would be the least of our worries then. We’d be trapped in a massive war of succession, and easy pickings for the Empire.

Felix: Even at a distance, that man has an uncanny talent for giving me headaches. Very well. Notify all troops stationed at the fortress, and round up a team of our most elite soldiers. We’re heading north.

Felix base camp dialogue:

Felix: Nothing left save hollow prayers for the dead, huh? Hmph. Whatever. Right now we have to prepare so the enemy doesn’t catch onto what we’re doing. If you spot anyone suspicious, apprehend them immediately. I’ll be keeping an eye out as well. Though I have to say, being a commanding officer is a ton of work. Guess I’m learning the hard way what he has to deal with.

Story scene: A Kingdom Without a King:

Felix: We’ve received a message from Margrave Gautier. It seems there’s an emergency at the capital.

Ingrid: No... I hope His Majesty is safe.

Felix: Cornelia has arrived at the gates of Fhirdiad, leading the combined forces of the western lords. [...] Sounds like they’re outfitted with strange new weapons as well, which they used to threaten the citizens of the capital. And so, our fearless leader surrendered to the enemy to protect the people of Fhirdiad from harm. I’m not sure what’s become of Dedue or my father.

[...]

Dialogue options:

1. Fear for your friends.

[...]

2. Fear for the people of Fhirdiad.

Shez: Strange new weapons? Are the citizens safe?

Felix: I believe so, for the time being. Though that’s mere speculation, or maybe just a feeling. In any case, if these lowlifes so much as thought about harming our people, the boar would break loose and make them pay.

[Converge]

Shez: We head north, Felix. There’s no time to lose.

Felix: Right you are. We make for the capital!

Story scene: The Mission (Azure Gleam):

Kingdom Soldier: I’m pleased to say Lord Rodrigue and Sir Gustave have been confirmed safe as well. [...] I should add, the western lords’ armies aren’t the only forces occupying the capital. There is another, one we can’t identify at present. I doubt even the great Lord Rodrigue and Sir Gustve will be able to hold out much longer.

Shez: Sounds like they’re in a bad spot. We should focus on keeping them safe, right?

Felix: Don’t be too hasty. Why do you think the two of them are causing this uproar in the first place?

Shez: To create a diversion, I know. But I don’t think that means we should just abandon them, either.

Annette: I agree, Felix. I won’t leave my father to die. Besides, I don’t think His Majesty would want us saving him if it meant sacrificing two of his most loyal retainers.

Felix: Fine, we’ll help them if we can. That better?

In-battle dialogue:

Felix: Come on. It’s time to rescue our fool king, and whoever else we find along the way.

[...]

Dedue: Areadbhar belongs in His Majesty’s hands. We must reclaim it.

Kingdom General: Guard that lance with your lives! Don’t let them have it!

[Mission: Defeat the Armored Knights and recover Areadbhar!]

Felix: Makes me sick seeing that thing with the enemy. We’ll wrest it out of their cold, lifeless fingers.

[Upon recovering Areadbhar]

Felix: This lance is a symbol of the Kingdom... and it’s all the boar has left of his father. Let’s bring it back where it belongs.

Dedue: Indeed. To His Majesty.

CG Cutscene: The King’s Fight:

Shez: Dimitri. You OK?

Dimitri: My friends... Why have you come?

Felix: As if we would just leave you here to die.

[Felix offers Dimitri his hand]

Felix: Time to get you out.

Dimitri: I’m afraid that I must stay. You saw what’s happening out there. Should I try to leave, my people’s lives are forfeit.

Felix: So they bind the boar not with chains, but with his utterly unreasonable sense of duty.

Shez: They’re gonna kill you in here, Dimitri!

Dimitri: So be it, then. If my death will keep my people safe—

Dedue: I won’t allow it.

[Dedue arrives with Areadbhar]

Dimitri: Dedue...

[Felix moves aside; Dedue offers Areadbhar to Dimitri]

Dedue: Take it, Your Majesty.

[Dimitri hesitates; Dedue takes Dimitri’s hand in his own and places it on the weapon]

Dedue: Whether it’s duty toward the living or the guilt for all those we have lost... Such burdens are not yours to bear by yourself. We are here to fight by your side, Your Majesty. And so we shall, now and always.

[Dimitri breaks out of the prison, throwing Areadbhar at a group of soldiers]

Felix: Typical boar. Can’t help himself. [To Shez] Hmph. Do try to keep up.

Shez: Back at ya!

Story scene: Burden to Bear:

Dimitri: My apologies. Cornelia would not have escaped were it not for my carelessness. She’s likely fled west i search of refuge with Viscount Mateus. As such, I will march west at once. I will not allow the western territories to go unpunished for this.

Felix: Stop. Just... stop.

Dimitri: Felix?

Felix: I’ve got something to say, boar. And this time, you’re going to listen. Time and time again we’ve tried to get it through your thick skull. We might be your subjects, but we’re your allies first. Yet you still insist on doing every little thing all by yourself. So what is it? Do you lack the ears to hear with? Or do you hear our words and just choose to ignore them?

Ingrid: Felix, that’s enough! I know how you feel, but you need to contain yourself.

Felix: I can’t. Two whole years I’ve bitten my tongue. The fool needs to hear this in the plainest terms possible.

Dimitri: It was I who chose war with the Empire. I who murdered my uncle in cold blood. I who oppressed the western lords. I failed to save the people of Duscur. Failed to save Glenn, and my father. The lives my actions stole from them are mine to atone for. Which I will do by exacting revenge on all who were involved. And by seeing my people safe.

Felix: Hmph.

Dimitri: As for that burden, yes. I believe it is mine to bear alone.

Felix: You truly are a solid-gold fool. One could search the Kingdom high and low and not find another as utterly asinine as you. And the rest of you, don’t just stand there. Speak up.

Mercedes: Well, I know Felix has a strange way of showing it at times... But this is all because he worries about you, Dimitri.

[Felix looks away]

Annette: And it’s not just him, either. We all do!

Dedue: Your Majesty. You know my feelings on this matter. Six years ago, I too watched as nearly everything  I cared about was taken from me. And Felix is no different. He lost his brother that day. This  pain is not yours to shoulder alone.

Ingrid: He’s right, Your Majesty. That is why it is so frustrating to see you act like this.

Sylvain: I can’t say it’s too surprising, though. You’ve always kept everything to yourself, even when you were a little kid. But what you’re going through now... It’s more than one person could possibly manage on their own.

Ashe: Please, Your Majesty. We just want to help. You can trust us.

Shez: Like I said before, all you need to do is ask and I’ll be at the ready. Besides, we’ll all be outta work if you go this alone.

Dedue: We will assist you in whatever we must. Even vengeance.

Dimitri: Thank you. All of you.

Chapter 8: The Blood-Stained Lance

Dimitri camp dialogue:

Shez: … What is it, Dimitri?

Dimitri: Ah… Well, in truth, I spent much of last night getting firmly scolded by Felix. Once he got started, he would not stop… We ended up talking through the night. Much like the old days. In the end, Dedue came into the tent and began arguing with Felix.

Dialogue options:

1. Rejoice in their reconciliation.

Shez: I know things’ve been awkward between you two for a while. I’m glad you were able to reconcile.

Dimitri: Thank you. I am as well.

2. Crack a joke. [Dimitri support raised]

Shez: He gave you a dressing-down, eh? Well you better leave tonight wide-open, because I’ve got a list of complaints myself.

Dimitri: Pardon? Oh, er, yes. I understand. I’d best finish my work while the sun is still high in that case.

Shez: Hah, I’m just pulling your leg. But I guess you’d be the type to take it seriously.

[Converge]

Dimitri: In any case, I am truly sorry to have worried you. What a feckless man I am, ever toiling to no avail. I promise, I will walk alongside everyone else moving forward.

Felix + Dedue camp dialogue:

Dedue: Felix, I wish to speak to you about the part of the Duscur vanguard that’s being sent to House Fraldarius. Do your soldiers have any complaints? I imagine you have thoughts as well.

Felix: Some might be dissatisfied. But I don’t care if they are. I value a warrior’s ability to fight. Things like where they’re from don’t matter to me. And to that end, there are many competent fighters among the Duscur soldiers and they all have high morale. They make for good training partners, and we can all learn a great deal from their techniques, and... What? You got a problem? Speak up.

Dedue: Not at all. I was just thinking that His Majesty must find it reassuring to have a confidant like you.

Felix: Huh? Well, I didn’t expect to hear that... Whatever. You’re free to say what you want.

Paralogue (Dedue, Felix, Ingrid)—Story scene: Wildflowers for the Future: Part 2:

Shez: Might be good to…you know. Take in the scenery. Maybe think about your brother.

Felix: No thanks. Remembering the past is important, but the present gives me all the direction I need. Namely, the duty to protect the same things Glenn did before me.

Dialogue options:

1. Ask if he’s referring to his lands.

Shez: You mean Fraldarius territory itself?

Felix: No. Well, yes. Obviously I have a duty to protect my home, but my brother didn’t really do that. I mean the future of the Kingdom itself.

2. Ask if he’s referring to Dimitri.

Shez: You mean Dimitri?

Felix: More or less. My brother gave everything to protect him, but only because he was protecting the future of Faerghus itself.

[Converge]

Felix: Which that fool will probably try to shoulder all on his own, so I guess they’re pretty much the same thing at this point. Anyway, keep that to yourself—and don’t you dare tell the boar.

Dialogue options:

1. Promise to hold his secret.

Shez: Sure thing.

Felix: Hmph. Good.

2. Shout it out to the world.

Shez: C'mon, why’d you have to say that? Now all I wanna do is run around telling everyone!

Felix: I’d prefer if you didn’t mock me.

[Converge]

Felix: ... You know, I don’t really care much for flowers, but this? This isn’t so bad.

Chapter 9: Reunion at the Fortress City

Story scene: Temporary Retreat:

Dedue: We must treat your wounds, Your Majesty. They will only worsen without proper rest.

Dimitri: Don’t worry about me.

[...]

Dimitri: And if we suppose Cornelia was party to Thales and his dark schemes, her actions become all the more explicable. I alone must bring light to this darkness.

Felix: You’re doing it again. You don’t hold a monopoly on revenge, you know. Or on truth-seeking, for that matter.

Ingrid: I need to know what happened, too. I need to face the reality of my past.

Annette: I’m in, too. I want my father to finally have closure.

Shez: I know I don’t have the same kinda shared history all of you do... But I do share your desire to know the truth. Both about myself, and everything else.

Dimitri: Yes. Yes, you’re right. Forgive me. For the time being... Ngh.

Felix: Dimitri.

Chapter 11: Reprisal

Story scene: A Just Cause:

[...]

Felix: It doesn’t matter what any of us say, boar. You know what needs to be done. We’ll have plenty of time to grieve once this is all over. So stick to the plan and don’t look back.

Dedue: We stand here because we believe in you, Your Majesty.

Dimitri: I see. I’m heartened to know I have your trust.

Story scene: Kill or Be Killed:

[...]

Rodrigue: When the sun sets on this war, only our king will be fettered by the vile moniker of invader.

Felix: Don’t put this all on him.

Rodrigue: And it will fall on you to support him through it, Felix. You understand, yes? That is your duty as the Shield of Faerghus, and descendant of the hero Fraldarius.

Felix: Hmph. Obviously.

Story scene: Entrusting the Future:

Shez: I’ve gotta ask—is Dimitri really that much like his dad?

Rodrigue: You would hardly be able to tell them apart were they in the same room now. Though Lambert did have a somewhat shorter temper. Still, they’re birds of a feather compared to my son and I. The two of us are as different as the blackest night and the brightest day.

Dialogue options:

1. Disagree with him.

Shez: I dunno, I think you’re pretty similar. Like, you’re both the first to take the initiative when something important needs doing.

Rodrigue: That’s enough to make this old man’s cheeks burn. Make sure you share that opinion with Felix as well.

Rodrigue: I suppose he is quite like me, though mostly in ways I had hoped to avoid.

2. Agree with him.

Shez: Yeah, you’re really not very similar at all. Your looks aside, of course.

Rodrigue: If you’re wondering where his stubbornness came from, that was entirely his mother.

Rodrigue: That said, he has come to resemble me over the years, though mostly in ways I had hoped to avoid.

[Converge]

Shez: Meaning what?

Rodrigue: He can’t live without some great purpose in life urging him forward. There is no peace in such an existence—I know because I’m the same way. As Lambert’s right hand, I devoted every waking moment to serving him. Supporting him. And when he was lost, so too was my reason for being. I had no choice but to search for something else to propel me forth. In the end—and after much consideration—I chose to devote myself anew to Lambert. To seeing through the promise I had made him.

Chapter 12: A Trick of the Goddess

Felix + Rodrigue base camp conversation:

Rodrigue: I will be overseeing our main base’s defense, per our discussion with His Majesty. Which means I won’t be able to accompany all of you. Do try to not slow His Majesty down, Felix.

Felix: Please. Me, slow him down? I’ll be the one dragging him to the enemy’s door.

Rodrigue: Haha! I’m certain His Majesty would find that most reassuring. I look forward to seeing what you will accomplish, Felix.

Felix: Hmph. You’re the one who needs to keep his ego in check. Try not to embarrass yourself, old man.

In-battle dialogue: [Only if Shez pursued Byleth]

Dimitri: The Ashen Demon has fled! Should we not give chase?

Kingdom General: I bear a report from Lord Rodrigue, Your Majesty! Enemy reinforcements are approaching our base!

Felix: That’s not good. But we can’t afford to let up now.

Dimitri: Indeed... Felix and I will go. That will be more efficient than dividing up our entire army.

CG Cutscene: Sacrifice: [Only if Jeralt was killed]

Dimitri: You should be more careful, Felix.

[Dimitri offers Felix his hand; Felix takes it. Dimitri pulls Felix up.]

Felix: Hmph. What do you know of caution? I guess this is it, then.

Dimitri: So it would seem.

Rodrigue: Your Majesty! It’s good to see you safe.

Dimitri: Ah! And you, Rodrigue.

Rodrigue: Well, Felix? I trust you’ve been keeping a watchful eye on him?

Dimitri: I’m afraid there’s no watching out for my recklessness.

Felix: Now you admit it.

[Not subtitled:] (Felix: We need you in one piece. [Not audible]—the enemy lines all by yourself—

Dimitri: By myself? You were there every step of the way!)

Rodrigue: See, Lambert? Just like when we were their age. All right. The others are waiting. We wouldn’t want them to worry about...

[Sothis-possessed Byleth stabs Rodrigue in the back; Felix charges at them]

Dimitri: You’ll pay for this!

[Camera pans to the Aegis Shield, then Areadbhar]

Byleth: The Steadfast... and the Vigorous... You would offer them as tribute?

[Byleth resists Sothis’ influence]

Byleth: Again... you resist me?

[Byleth breaks free and runs off; Felix looks back at Rodrigue]

Felix: No!

Rodrigue: Not exactly the way I thought I’d meet my end, but... I can only hope that... I served you well.

Dimitri: Don’t say that! We’ll get you help.

Rodrigue: Protect them, Felix... His Majesty... and the Kingdom...

Felix: I swear that I will.

Rodrigue: Lambert... Glenn... Forgive me...

Story scene: The Vow: [Only if Jeralt was killed]

Shez: ...

Dimitri: What are you doing up at this hour? You should head back to your tent—we have an early start tomorrow.

Shez: I could say the same to you. I know you’re busy and all, but you need rest.

Dimitri: As pitiful as it may sound, burying myself in work is the only way I can find peace in times such as these. The moment I close my eyes, I’m greeted by nothing but thoughts of Rodrigue.

Shez: Dimitri... I’m sorry. It was all my fault.

Dimitri: You needn’t blame yourself. Felix and I were right there. We could do little more than watch while his life was taken from him. And of course, we never would have found ourselves in such a position had my judgment been better.

Shez: Still, defeating the Ashen Demon has always been my responsibility. I was a fool to think we could settle things without fighting them, and Rodrigue lost his life to that foolishness. But I won’t make the same mistake again. I will defeat the Ashen Demon, mark my words.

Dimitri: That fiend is my enemy, too. And everyone else feels the same. Wasn’t it you who taught me not to bear all my burdens alone? Now go get some sleep. I’m sure you’re tired.

Shez: Right. Thanks, Dimitri.

[Shez leaves]

Dimitri: You should know I don’t take kindly to eavesdropping, Felix.

Felix: I should’ve kept quiet. You know, such talk would kill our morale if our soldiers caught wind of it.

Dimitri: Thankfully, it is a secret to all... save prowlers like you.

Felix: Hmph. I’m just here to check you’re not making things worse.

Dimitri: How much worse could it get? My poor leadership sent Rodrigue to his death. He never intended to sacrifice his life like that.

Felix: You’re as thick as ever. Yes, I’m sure my father regretted dying in such a way.

Dimitri: ...

Felix: But not because he wasn’t ready to go. If anything, he was already looking for a fitting place to die. His one regret would be never getting to see the new Faerghus his beloved king created.

Dimitri: I...

Felix: Which is why I’ll be taking his place by your side. You need to win this war—not just for today’s Kingdom, but for tomorrow’s. Only then will his dream finally come true.

Dimitri: Felix...

Felix: It’s funny. The two of us staring at the stars on a cold night like tonight brings back memories.

Dimitri: You mean when we got snowed in on the mountains. I remember it well. I thought that evening would be our last. Until Rodrigue and Glenn found us huddled together amidst the frost, that is.

Felix: Worst scolding I ever got.

Dimitri: ...

Felix: Well, I doubt they’d begrudge us a few tears tonight, at least.

Dimitri: No, I imagine not.

Chapter 13: Clash of Torment

Sylvain base camp conversation:

Sylvain: His Majesty and Felix have really risen to the occasion. 10 years ago they were squabbling over who broke whose sword. Now look at them. One’s a king and the other’s a duke. They’re fighting at each other’s side, issuing orders to other lords. I won’t lie, it’s still hard to believe. Maybe it’s time I get my act together soon.

Felix + Dimitri base camp conversation: [Only if Jeralt was killed] 

Dimitri: Let us move on, Shez. The course of the war will be determined by whether or not we can retake Garreg Mach. The time has come to put an end to this painfully long conflict, as well as avenge those who have fallen.

Felix: ...

Dimitri: I will do my best to cut a path forward for all. I am sure we will accomplish great things. Is something the matter, Felix? You are more reticent than usual.

Felix: Hmph. I just thought you might’ve fallen back into your old bad habits after coming here.

Chapter 14: The Absent Emperor

Felix + Dedue base camp conversation:

Dedue: It appears Count Bergliez is now in charge of the Imperial army.

Felix: So I’ve heard. He put up one tough fight in Ailell. Getting past him won’t be easy. He still wishes to be the emperor’s shield, even though he knows that’s going on in the Empire. His sense of duty is admirable.

Dialogue options:

1. He sounds a lot like Dedue. [Dedue support raised]

Shez: A guy who protects his leader no matter what? Reminds me of you, Dedue.

Dedue: You may be right. I would do the same if His Majesty were in a similar situation.

Felix: Hah, I doubt you’d betray him even if he became a ruthless tyrant.

2. He sounds a lot like Felix. [Felix support raised]

Shez: A guy who protects his leader no matter what? Reminds me of you, Felix.

Felix: Hmph. Don’t lump me in with someone like that. I would’ve washed my hands of them and fled a long time ago.

Dedue: I don’t think you’re the kind to make such a decision lightly.

Story scene: Pursuit (Azure Gleam):

Shez: We’ll push our way through— strike everywhere all at once. Whatever traps Duke Aegir’s got for us, we’ll blow straight through ‘em. This isn’t a thinking person’s fight, not now. We’ve got the stronger army, so let’s start acting like it.

Felix: I didn’t realize we had two boars on our side. Though I can’t say I disagree.

Chapter 16 (Bonus): Into the Chasm

In-battle dialogue: 

[Epimenides summons phantoms of the lord’s retainers; for Dimitri, this is either Dedue or Felix]

Edelgard: Hubert!? No. It must be a double.

Dimitri: If so, it’s completely indistinguishable from the real thing. This is vile sorcery indeed.

Phantom!Felix: You swore we would avenge our allies, yet now fraternize openly with their killer!?

Dimitri: You can’t fool me. If it were really you, you would understand.

Chapter 17 (Finale): The End of Tragedy

Story scene: The Final Charge:

Felix: It’s almost time. That’s your cue, Dimitri.

Shez: Yeah, we could all use one of your inspiring speeches to really set the mood.

Dimitri: Right then. [...]

In-battle dialogue:

Felix: No matter what comes at us, I’ll be the one at the boar’s back!

Supports

Dimitri / Felix B:

Dimitri: ...

Felix: How long are you going to keep staring blankly like an idiot? You should eat.

Dimitri: You’re right. My apologies.

Felix: Let me guess, you’re in a tizzy about how best to make use of the church’s forces—or maybe you’re just worried about how our forces will survive the winter. Well, knock it off. A good leader knows when to let their vassals do the worrying for them.

Dimitri: Is that why you left your uncle in charge of House Fraldarius?

Felix: Yes—though I’ve been returning to the territory the moment any issues arise with his governance.

Dimitri: And your mother? Is she in good health? I imagine it’s difficult to manage all the family squabbles on her own.

Felix: Oh, she’s fine—she’s good at that sort of thing. I actually think she likes it.

[If Byleth was not recruited] Dimitri: I would suppose, for now, that she probably feels better when she’s able to keep busy. You could stand to show her a touch more concern, though.

Felix: I suggest you focus on your own issues for once instead of worrying about everyone else.

Dimitri: I’m not sure that’s possible. Oh, but that does remind me, I hear the knights wanted to hold a joint training session.

Felix: Ugh. Forget it. You’ll never change. I’d tell you to stop brooding so much, but I’d be wasting my breath.

Dimitri: I cannot afford to lose this war, Felix. I must protect the Kingdom. I must avenge the fallen. Each day, we draw ever closer to those who pulled the actual strings. I’ve already punished any who knew of the plan and did nothing, as well as a number of middle-rank conspirators… But it isn’t enough. There are still those who must answer for this crime with their lives.

Felix: You are a book with one chapter and no ending. What will you do when you actually have this revenge of yours?

Dimitri: I don’t know. But if I can quell their grief—and their hate—it will be enough.

Felix: Ugh.

Dimitri: Do you hate me, Felix? After all, I saw Glenn die. I watched it and could do…nothing. His end lies on my shoulders. [If Byleth was not recruited] And Rodrigue as well. If I had only put an end to the Ashen Demon, he might still be with us.

Felix: That’s enough. I don’t hate you, OK? You weren’t responsible for any of that. They didn’t die for your sake. They made their own choices of their own free will. Don’t be so conceited.

Dimitri: But surely they didn’t want to die. Yet they did so to protect me. Me. I am undeserving of such sacrifice.

Felix: I told you to quit brooding and eat. Your food’s going to rot if you wait any longer.

Dimitri: Yes, of course…

Dimitri / Felix A:

Dimitri: I’m sorry. I’m so sorry, but I swear I will avenge you. Please just wait a little longer. I will uncover who drove you to your deaths, no matter the cost.

Felix: Dimitri.

Dimitri: Gle— Oh, Felix. It’s you. I’m sorry you had to see that.

Felix: After 20 years, I’ve seen all of you there is to see. Everyone else is asleep—you know that, right? So why are you locked up here in the chapel? Also, what’s with the mumbling?

Dimitri: I suppose there’s little sense in hiding it from you… I suffer from a kind of…waking dream. I see them. I see the people who died on that day, at all hours light and dark. “If the Empire was involved in that incident… If the emperor stood by and gave tacit consent…” “Then give to them the same end. Gouge out their hearts and cleave their heads from their shoulders.” Those are the words the dead scream at me.

Felix: When did this start?

Dimitri: It’s been six years. But I began hearing their voices four years ago, during my first battle. I recognized the enemy general as a man I had seen in Duscur. When I removed his head, the voices…cheered. They laughed. It was as if a terrible pain had finally been lifted from them.

Felix: I think I get what’s happening here. Look, do you really think your father and Glenn and everyone else would be torturing you like that? You’re the one who’s doing this, Dimitri. Not them. You.

Dimitri: Even if that were true, I can never forgive myself.

Felix: Believe me, I know. But it’s your job to lead. If you lose your path, you’ll take everyone else down with you. So try to keep that whole “removing their heads” thing in check, yeah? We can just call it our little secret.

Dimitri: Well then, are you offering to let me unburden my heart to you when the time calls for it?

Felix: Ugh.

Dimitri: You’re the only reason I haven’t descended into utter savagery, you know. So just as Loog had Kyphon and my father had Rodrigue… I would ask that you continue to be my right-hand man.

Felix: Right-hand man, huh? I like the sound of that.

Dimitri: What are you doing?!

Felix: As your new right-hand man, my first act is to haul my restless king back to bed where he belongs.

Dimitri: This is absurd! My feet are dragging on the floor!

Felix: It’s your own fault for being so tall, you sack of muscle.

Dimitri: Heh. Say, do you remember how I once carried you in this way when you twisted your ankle?

Felix: Yeah, turns out lugging folks around is good training—so just cram it and let me finish my workout already.

Dimitri: Yes, of course. Please, carry on.    

Shez / Dimitri B:

Dimitri: Ngh...

Shez: Oh, you’re awake. Don’t worry, it’s only been a few hours.

Dimitri: What... happened? The last I remember, I was training some of our new recruits...

Shez: You got hit by some stray magic. Pretty hard, too.

Dimitri: Yes, that’s right. How could I have let my guard fall so carelessly?

Shez: Probably the exhaustion. You usually sidestep stuff like that no problem. Everybody was really worried about you, though. Dedue and Felix in particular didn’t know what to do with themselves.

Shez / Felix C:

Shez: OK, it’s just... even though you never show it, I can tell you really care about Dimitri and the others.

Felix: Urk!

Shez: You all right there, Felix? There’s no reason to get all choked up over it.

Felix: It’s your fault for saying something so ridiculous.

Shez: Hey, you’re the one who asked. But it’s true, isn’t it? I know I’m right.

Felix: And what proof do you have?

Shez: Well for one, you move way better when you’re fighting alongside them.

Felix: Hmph. That’s only because I’ve known them so long now I can predict their every move. The boar always charges straight into enemy lines, so I have to be ready to cover him. Of course, few can survive one of his mad dashes. But I can’t just leave him alone. The man doesn’t give his own safety a second thought. We don’t coordinate, though. I just stick around to make sure the coast is clear for him to run wild.

Shez / Felix A:

Shez: It’s like you decide on a role for yourself, then do whatever you can to see it through. Of course, the role changes depending on the situation, and who’s fighting beside you. Sometimes you attack, sometimes you defend. It’s incredible just how versatile you are.

Felix: No need for compliments. That’s simply how I was taught to be.

Shez: Really? By who?

Felix: My father. He may prefer a spear or magic, but he’s more than capable with a sword in his hands, too.

Shez: Right. Makes sense it’d be Rodrigue. His weapon of choice might be different, but he adapts himself to the flow of battle just as well as you do. Probably better, actually.

Felix: The style didn’t start with him, though. It’s something the leaders of our house have passed down throughout the ages. House Fraldarius has been the king’s lance and shield for generations. Ever since the time of Kyphon, sworn friend of the great King Loog. At times we’ve been sent to defeat the crown’s enemies. At others, we’ve held back to defend the throne. I admit the style has its uses, idiotic history of blind faith aside.

Shez: Huh. So that’s why you fight the way you do. You’re indispensable, Felix. Not just to Dimitri, but to everyone else, too.

Dedue / Felix B:

Dimitri: Now then, I’d like to hear opinions on the proposed tactics. Personally, I believe it best to gather our forces and attack the stronghold directly, but—

Felix: Ha! Of course the boar wants to rush in headlong. Using a small force to take out the enemy’s base of operations is a far better idea.

Dedue: …

Felix: Do you have something to say, or are you just going to stand there glaring at me?

Dedue: I have nothing to add, no.

Felix: So you’re saying you have no thoughts on it whatsoever? You don’t even agree or disagree — just purely, blissfully neutral.

Dimitri: Enough, Felix. Leave Dedue be and tell me more about this idea of yours.

Felix: We don’t need to kick down the front door here. Sneaking in with a small force and burning their food stores will be more than enough.

Dimitri: Interesting. We’d miss a chance to loot their supplies, but it would free up our main force for other matters. Still, it won’t be easy to slip past their patrols. I’d best take my personal troops and—

Felix: Allow me to take on the role. I trust that’ll be satisfactory.

Dedue: Heh.

Dimitri: Right then. Now that we’ve solidified our strategy, let’s break for a bit.

[Dimitri leaves]

Felix: OK, what is your problem? You’ve been giving me that look ever since we came in here. You clearly have something on your mind, so spit it out.

Dedue: It’s good to have you with us.

Felix: Huh?

Dedue: Few can debate His Majesty without hesitation or ill intent. Our war council proceeded smoothly as a result.

Felix: You make me sound like some kind of troublemaker. I don’t disagree just for the thrill of it, you know.

Dedue: You don’t say.

Felix: Dimitri’s always had a reckless streak. Who knows what kind of mess he’d drag us into if someone wasn’t around to stop him. The guy would gladly throw his life away for someone else given half the chance.

Dedue: You have a point.

Felix: His death would mean the destruction of both Faerghus and the church. So when I try to protect him, what I’m really doing is protecting the Kingdom.

Dedue: Spoken like the Shield of Faerghus.

Felix: What’s with the smile? I told you, if you’ve got something to say, just say it!

Dedue: I know you spoke up for my sake as well. I’m grateful for it.

Felix: Yeah, well, just doing what’s expected. I mean, we’re…you know. Brothers in arms and all that.

[Dimitri returns]

Dimitri: Apologies for the wait. I trust we’re ready to reconvene? You two seemed to be having a lively discussion. May I ask what it was about?

Dedue: Of course, Your Majesty. Felix was just saying—

Felix: I was saying how much of a fool you are. Now come, we have more important things to discuss.    

Ashe / Felix B:

Ashe: Felix? What are you doing here?

Felix: I had business in the capital. Speaking of, I hear you’re that boar’s knight now.

Ashe: Boar... Oh, you mean His Majesty?

Felix: Yeah. Him. You must have it rough with a tiresome man like that leading you.

Ashe: I think you’re exaggerating, Felix. I wouldn’t call him that at all. In fact, he even does our jobs for us sometimes! Although he has been trying to rely on us a little more lately.

Felix: See, that’s exactly why he’s such a problem. You should steal your job back from him once in a while. Use force if you have to.

[...]

Ashe: But whenever I’m in real trouble, His Majesty and Dedue always come to my aid, so that’s good!

Felix: Dedue as well, huh?

Ashe: Yep. Even the knights accept him as one of us now. No one’s a better cook or more skilled with their hands. And he’s a proper demon on the battlefield, to boot! I hope to be more like him someday.

Felix: Please, no. One of him is more than enough. Especially that blind loyalty. Imitate that and you’ll only end up throwing away your life on the battlefield.

Ashe: Aw, are you worried about us? That’s sweet, Felix. I always had the impression you cared for your friends, and now I know I’m right!

Felix: Excuse me?

Ashe: I mean, sure, the things you say are pretty harsh, but you can’t bring yourself to actually abandon someone. You always show so much concern for me, and for Dedue, and even for His Majesty!

Felix: Yeah, well, it’d be more work for me if anything happened to you. That’s all.

Felix / Sylvain C:

Sylvain: Who knows what would happen to Faerghus if we lost you.

Felix: I won’t say you’d be fine without me, but you do know I could fall in battle any day now, right?

Sylvain: Bite your tongue, Felix. Just think for two seconds. What would happen to Faerghus, and His Majesty, if you died? He’s got too much on his plate already, yet he insists on doing everything himself. War with the Empire, battles outside Fodlan, governing the Kingdom, reforming the entire social structure of pretty much everything... If he didn’t have you at his side, he’d fall flat on his face.

Shez / Rodrigue C:

Rodrigue: No matter how much snow blankets the ground, our pegasi quite literally rise to the occasion. When my son and His Majesty were still just boys, they followed one off into the frigid mountains of all places. By the time I found them, they were but two shivering masses on the ground. For a moment I thought my heart would never beat again.

Shez: So Felix has been getting into trouble ever since he was a kid, huh?

Rodrigue: His penchant for danger is unchanged, yes. Though I fear his disposition has grown far sharper.

Dimitri / Rodrigue A:

Dimitri: I sounded like my father?

Rodrigue: Indeed you did. Remember the story of the sword, about how I got stuck behind enemy lines like a fool? Well, the first thing Lambert said after he broke through their forces was, “Don’t throw your life away like that.” Not that it was too convincing coming from a guy covered in cuts and scrapes.

Dimitri: I can’t imagine. It sounds as though you two were very close. I envy him for having such strong bonds with his friends.

Rodrigue: Don’t let my son catch you saying that. Pretty sure he’d take offense.

Felix / Rodrigue A:

Rodrigue: Would you have abandoned His Majesty to save yourself? Or would you have chosen to fight until death claimed you? I myself would’ve safeguarded His Majesty at all costs. I know that it wasn’t in Glenn’s nature to flee either.

Felix: It’s always about courage or cowardice with you. I wouldn’t have chosen anything. When your life’s on the line, you don’t have time to think about that stuff—only act. I would have fought with my own will, in whatever way I thought best—and I would’ve made sure we both survived.

Rodrigue: You always want to have it both ways. Still, I take pride in that determination of yours. Had I been there, I doubt I could’ve summoned the resolve to strive for such a victory. More likely, I would’ve been satisfied merely to die in the defense of my liege.

Felix: I can understand that way of thinking. In fact, I always have.

Felix / Raphael A:

Felix: House Blaiddyd and House Fraldarius used to go on hunting trips together. On one trip, a certain prince bagged so many animals it proved impossible to fit them all on the sled. Meanwhile, I went off hunting on my own, encountered the boar, and barely escaped with my life.

Raphael: Wait, why would Dimitri wanna kill you? Or do you mean, like... an actual boar?

Felix: While this may not be the same boar, I will get no small amount of satisfaction if we manage to bring it down.

Raphael: Hold on, who are we talking about here? Eh, whatever. Let’s do this thing!

Felix: I’ll share the spoils with you, but the kill is mine. Now stand back.

Chores Dialogue

Low Support:

Felix: Stuck with you again? Fine, let’s get this over with.

Dimitri: Indeed, we should finish this quickly for both of our sakes.

High (A) support:

Dimitri: Let’s be quick, shall we? I know you don’t care much for working with me.

Felix: Hmph, I never said that. Don’t put words in my mouth.

Great or Perfect result:

Felix: What do you expect? That was child’s play.

Dimitri: And yet... No, we can leave it at that. I appreciate the help today, Felix.

Dining Dialogue

Low Support:

Felix: What’s with that look, boar? You could at least pretend to enjoy the food.

Dimitri: Oh, I do. I was merely focused on a stray dab of sauce on your cheek. Shall I wipe it off for you?

High (A) Support:

Dimitri: I’ve always enjoyed watching you eat, Felix. There’s something almost heroic about it. Hm? Is something the matter?

Felix: If you keep talking, all I’m going to be able to taste is hot air. Now let me enjoy my food in peace.

Training Dialogue

Dimitri: You’ll be my partner today, Felix? No need to hold back, then.

Felix: Right. Just don’t go so hard you wreck the training grounds. Other people use this place, you know.

Expeditions Dialogue

Dimitri:

Select: [Ask a question -> Ask about their worries.]

Dimitri: Do be kind to Felix. His new duties seem to be taking more out of him than I think he realizes.

Correct answer: [Nod emphatically.]

Felix:

Select: [Talk.]

Felix: Houses Blaiddyd and Fraldarius have been practically inseparable ever since Faerghus was founded. 

Correct answer: [Ask for more details.]

Select: [Talk.] 

Felix: The boar's more relaxed and genuine than he used to be. Only a little, though. 

Correct answer: [Say that you're relieved too.]

Select: [Ask a question -> Ask about memories of the past.]

Felix: Hmph. If you want tales of the past, go ask the boar. I'm sure he'd be glad to regale you. 

Correct answer: [Acquiesce.]

Select: [Ask a question -> Ask what they think of you.]

Felix: Working for the boar isn't easy. Trust me, I know. But don't go slacking off. 

Correct answer: [Act dependable.]

In-Battle Voice Lines

Dual Warrior Special Lines (Musou):

[Activated by Dimitri]

Felix: Give me a hand, boar!

Dimitri: I think you mean a tusk!

[Activated by Felix, Low Support]

Dimitri: Are you ready, Felix?

Felix: Ngh... like I have a choice!

[Activated by Felix, High (A) Support]

Dimitri: Protect me, my shield!

Felix: Of course, Your Majesty!

Facing each other (Record Keeper Mode):

Dimitri: It is too late for words, Felix. Our blades will say all that needs to be said. [Engaging Felix in Record Keeper Mode]

Felix: I’m winning this one, boar. But don’t you dare hold back. [Engaging Dimitri in Record Keeper Mode]

Dimitri: I’ve won this time. I look forward to our next bout, whenever that may be. [Defeating Felix in Record Keeper Mode?]

Felix: I know you held back. Do that again and I’ll make you regret it. [Defeating Dimitri in Record Keeper Mode?]

Adjutant Lines:

[Felix assigned as Dimitri’s adjutant]

Dimitri: To me, Felix!

Felix: Already here.

[Dimitri assigned as Felix’s adjutant]

Felix: I’ll carve a path!

Dimitri: The moment is yours.

[Adjutant Guard; yes, this line is one-way only]

Felix: What are you doing!?

Praise Lines:

(Note: While the 1k lines are listed that way in the Voiced Lines section of the Extras, they seem to actually have a chance to trigger every 200 KOs.)

Dimitri: I can always trust you to have my back. [Praising Felix, Low Support?]

Dimitri: Excellent, Felix. I’ve always known you were capable of this. [Praising Felix, High (A) Support]

Dimitri: With you by my side, we will carve a path toward a new future for Faerghus. [Praising Felix, 1000 Enemies Defeated, Any Support Rank]

Felix: Don’t tire yourself out, boar. [Praising Dimitri, Low Support]

Felix: You’re the beating heart of our army, both in title and in action. [Praising Dimitri, High (A) Support]

Felix: Sigh... Maybe there’s a method to your madness after all. [Praising Dimitri, 1000 Enemies Defeated, Any Support Rank]

[the-lone-witch-and-secret-room]

Camila Noceda and Flawed Parenting

A perspective by a flawed person with loving but extremely flawed parents

I’m genuinely baffled at some people’s hostile reaction towards Camila. Like… do any of you have flawless parents that always know the best solution instantly, make no mistakes and never get emotional?

My parents are great. They’re super supportive and I love them very, very much. Overall I think I got very lucky in the parents department.

But god, they are far from flawless. I still live at home, and despite all the good, there’s moments when I can’t take my dad anymore. He’s the kind of dad that stayed up until two am to help me with homework when I was in school, and he does so, so many things to make sure I’m happy. I know that. But despite all of this, I have told my mom in emotional moments before that I’m not sure if I can keep living with him, because for all his good sides, he has a couple of fatal flaws that sometimes make him unbearable.

My mom listens to me and is very open to being educated on certain topics, but she has her flaws, too. She hates when I fight with my dad, and gets so torn up about it that I’ve once apologized to my dad out of fear of her getting into a car crash otherwise. She’s very vocal about certain flaws of mine, and sometimes uses the things she does for me as leverage against me when she gets very emotional.

And both of my parents pay a lot more attention to my brother because he needs it more, because he’s more of a “problem child” while I “seem so capable” even when I’m not.

And guess what? I’m not a perfect child. I make mistakes sometimes, some of them pretty severe. Just like Luz, I’m the kind of person that struggles to communicate certain issues of mine to her parents. I’m stubborn, and when I get emotional, I say very hurtful things sometimes. So do they.

And this has nothing to do with my parents being horrible or abusive. They’re neither of those things.

The takeaway from this should not be that my entire family is made up of terrible people, but that we’re all flawed in our own ways, despite loving each other and trying our best. There’s things about my parents I wish I could change, and there are things about me that my parents wish they could change. And to an extent, that’s perfectly normal.

In our strengths and flaws and frustration with each other, we’re all human.

Specific, spoiler-y Camila and Luz things under the cut since this got very long.

We have no indication that Camila has a pattern of emotionally manipulating Luz. Her “emotional manipulation” as I’ve seen some people put it, is people for some reason thinking that the second you become an adult, you’re suddenly perfect and can no longer make mistakes, lest you’ll be dubbed horrible and abusive.

The whole concept is absurd to me. There is no perfect way to parent. There simply isn’t. Of course, there’s some genuinely abusive patterns that are horrible and inexcusable. But out of the parenting styles that aren’t, which one works depends on a number of factors, one of which absolutely includes that every child is different and has different needs. Camila is an amazing parent for Vee, giving the kid everything she’s ever longed for. She’s not an ideal parent for Luz. And that’s because Luz and Vee have fundamentally different needs.

Likewise, Luz is a pretty great child for Eda, but not a perfect fit for Camila. Luz relates to Eda a lot more than she relates to her mom, and that’s why the two of them have an easier time understanding each other. Both of these mother-child relationships exist, and one is not more doomed to fail than the other, but I think you’ll agree that the better you understand someone and where they’re coming from, the easier it is to communicate, pick up on certain signs, etc.

As mom and daughter, Camila and Luz are both flawed and have issues seeing the other’s perspective because of how different they are. And we should simultaneously acknowledge both of their roles in the issue and give both of them the space to learn and grow past those issues.

Luz struggles to communicate her problems. She doesn’t want to burden people in the demon realm, and it’s a given that this started out as not wanting to burden her mom. So she keeps quiet about her issues. Camila tries hard but can’t read her daughter’s mind, so there’s only so much she can do to understand and help the way Luz needs her to. Hell, Eda, who Luz is a lot more open with than her mom, struggles to help her, because Luz doesn’t tell her what’s wrong. I don’t see anyone calling Eda a terrible mom for that.

Camila tries her best, but she struggles to understand her daughter because of this, and because of how fundamentally different they are. She loves Luz’s creativity, we actively see her supporting it in the new episode—she keeps the weird stuff Luz made because she thinks Luz will regret throwing it away, and even plays along in what she assumes to be some elaborate role play because “she’s glad Luz kept her creativity even though it’s not made things easy for her at school”. But at the beginning of the show, said creativity got out of hand and people got hurt. Luz could’ve gotten hurt. So of course Camila had to interfere. I love Luz dearly, but she thought it was okay to bring snakes to school and set off fireworks inside a school building. Creativity is great. Doing reckless stuff that causes people to get hurt is not.

In sending Luz to camp, Camila tried to have someone else fix her issue because she didn’t know how to help Luz. That was a mistake, and a bad one at that, but she’s realizing that. She looks disheartened when Vee tries to throw out Luz’s stuff, because she never meant to change her daughter or take that part of her away. She just thought Luz needed a reality check—which, for the record, is something the narrative actually agrees with.

Luz spends her time in the demon realm getting reality check after reality check, realizing that even her ideal fantasy world where she has everything she always wanted doesn’t mean she’s free of consequences. She goes overboard constantly, causing:

-Eda to be forced to fly into a trap because Luz is chasing a fantasy (Witches before Wizards)

-Eda to almost be branded by her sister because Luz doesn’t think through why Eda doesn’t use magic to publicly announce her presence constantly (Once Upon a Swap)

-Eda and the twins to get kidnapped by a Slitherbeast because Luz stole Amity’s wand (Adventures in the Elements)

-Her friends to get hurt when she goes overboard trying to help Willow (Wing it like Witches)

-Eda to be captured and almost petrified because Luz thought she could just steal from the Emperor with no consequences in an attempt to help (Agony of a Witch)

I’m like 90% sure these aren’t even all. None of those make her a terrible person, for the record, but as all humans are, she is flawed and makes bad choices. She learns from these experiences and matures, just like her mom had hoped she would at camp. She’s also made friends there, which was another thing Camila wanted for her daughter.

You’ll probably realize that a lot of Luz’s behaviors I mentioned follow one of two patterns: 1. Luz’s idealized fantasy world causing problems, when she walks around with rose tinted glasses and gets people in trouble in the process because she hasn’t thought about the consequences, and 2. Luz trying to help someone she loves, but instead making things worse in the progress. The issue with this one is often that she doesn’t communicate her ideas/listen to the people she’s trying to help—like when Willow and Gus said they’ve had enough of Grudgby, or how she never actually talks to Eda about the healing hat idea before doing something reckless.

…does the latter one sound familiar to you at all? No? Because it’s the exact same thing that Camila did.

Some of the things Luz does are reckless and actively endanger others and herself, and that’s something that I think we need to acknowledge before judging Camila. As Luz’s mom, it’s Camila’s job to interfere in those situations. That she made a mistake while trying to protect Luz doesn’t make her a terrible person, especially as, again, the narrative proves her right to an extent.

I’m not saying her making Luz promise to come back and stay isn’t something that hurt Luz—it absolutely is. But it was born out of desperation. She’s emotional and in shock. She’s so full of pain and regret. She just wants her fourteen year old daughter home safe, and there’s nothing abusive or even morally ambiguous about that.

From Luz’s perspective, what she says is absolutely heartbreaking, but from Camila’s, it’s perfectly reasonable. I doubt Camila has the full picture, but even if she does, she’s had a full fifteen seconds to process that her daughter has not only been lying to her for months, but chose to leave her, and is in the demon realm of all places. Of course she’d be emotional and upset about that! Who wouldn’t? Camila isn’t a robot. If she’d been calm about this I’d be way more concerned, honestly.

My parents don’t get mad that easily, but if I would lie to them for weeks on end, they’d be pissed off too, not even taking the running away from home part into account. That’s a normal thing. People don’t like being lied to. Camila is absolutely devastated in that moment because she’s scared that Luz left because she hates her, when Luz actively states that her leaving wasn’t about her mom—which is another thing we should really be acknowledging.

Abusive parents suck and abuse should obviously never be apologized or trivialized, but saying something hurtful in the heat of the moment isn’t the same thing as being an abusive parent. My parents have done this. I’ve done this. And yes, those things can be emotionally manipulative, but there’s a huge difference in whether that’s a habit or a person speaking out of hurt and desperation in a very specific context. I doubt there’s anyone on the entire planet that hasn’t had a bad moment where they’ve said something like this because they were hurting. People lash out when they hurt, and they beg for reassurance when they’re scared. That’s something we all do.

The whole mindset of “all parents have to be perfect and can never get upset or make any mistakes” is harmful as hell, and honestly also very unrealistic. No parent is perfect, and especially people like me who have a relationship with their parents that’s very good overall should know that.

Once you have a child, parenting is a non-stop learning process, every day for the rest of your life. Taking away that room to grow and expecting perfection isn’t helping anyone, especially not struggling single parents.

And I see Camila as someone who is very willing to learn, because at the end of the day, all she wants is for Luz to be happy. Let’s give her some time to wrap her head around this whole situation. Let’s see what she says once she sees for herself how happy Luz is in that world, may it be via the videos eventually coming through or Camila visiting and meeting Luz’s found family, her friends and her girlfriend.

Ultimately, I don’t think Camila will force Luz to stay at home, but we have to give her some time. She wants what’s best for Luz, and she’s gonna need some convincing that a dangerous magical world is what’s best. I feel like that’s very normal considering the circumstances.

Her and Luz need to work on their communication on both ends, they both have things to learn, but I’m certain they’ll manage to fix their relationship in the long run.

If the bunk bed is any indication, I think Vee is gonna stay in the human realm permanently while Luz sleeps at home but keeps attending Hexside in the daytime. That feels like a solution that keeps everyone happy, and allows Luz to spend time with all the people she loves. I can’t see her being forced to choose at the end.

As a closing statement: Eda isn’t an ideal mom, Amity isn’t an ideal friend or girlfriend and neither is Luz, Lilith isn’t an ideal sister… but that’s because no one is ever an ideal anything. Being flawed is a big part of being human. Everyone has different facets to their personality. Their flaws are what makes them such great, relatable, believable characters.

And I feel the same way about Camila. She’s an extremely believable character that reminds me of my own parents, flawed but very loving nonetheless.

(Also honestly, I think it’s pretty telling that some of you guys immediately bash the black single mom that’s obviously trying her hardest while giving the benefit of the doubt to Alador, who has been portrayed as neglecting and threatened his six year old daughter on screen. This was already a thing before we knew much about either of them, and I’m disappointed but unfortunately not very surprised that it still is.)

[notnctu]

backseat chronicles - n.jm | ridin’ club

━ welcome to the ridin’ club smut series

genre ➠ slow burn, smut, fluff, lil angst  wordcount ➠ 8.5k details ➠ fem!reader, streetracer!jaemin, badboy!jaemin, college!au ━ where Jaemin brings you to his club races as his arm candy. warnings ➠ explicit language, overstimulation, flirty banter, pet names, softdom!jaemin, car sex, praise kink, hittin it raw (y/n on the pill), oral, daddy kink, slight corruption kink, fingering synopsis ➠ There is no reasonable explanation as to why or how you always end up in the backseat of Na Jaemin’s beloved car. Almost routinely, he picks you up around ten in the evening with the stereo blasting the raunchiest lyrics for your entire suburban neighborhood to hear. The entire night remains purely friendly, a dabble of flirtatious comments because well, it’s Jaemin for fuck sakes. But all it takes is one suggestive gaze from his dark, lustful eyes and a drop in his voice that rumbles your core to have you climbing over the seats to get to the back. taglist ➠ @rabbit-doyochi​​​ ; @darkneogotmyback​​​ ; @im-lame-irl​​​ ; @p-mini​​​ ; @niniluvsmarkhyuck​​​ ; @saniahmichael​​ ; @jaehy9ngs​​​ ; @danyxthirstae01​​​ ; @jaehyunoos​​​ ; @pikijaemin​​​ ; @suhweo​​​ ; @yunoyeol​​​ ; @lanadreamie​​​ ; @ta3ilmoon​​​ ; 

a/n ➠ hi yall its author doie❀!! thank you for over 1k notes on this series, im beyond impressed by the amount of attention this got! it really blew up and its so crazy!! i wrote this one with more of a romantic plotline i realized its too hard to keep it pwp with all the story building and characterization i have :)) it’s almost over yall! pls pls leave me feedback im sorry it took so long to write ):

While college lecture rooms are too big to interact with other students, discussion classes are there to ease the difficulty. A classroom for about twenty students from a three hundred person lecture. It’s administered by a clueless TA, who barely began his second term in graduate school.

Unlike lecture, attendance is mandatory for participation points. You show up every time without a fail, so it came as a shock to you when a certain blue haired student finally appeared from the list of absent students.

Na Jaemin. The notorious playboy with looks that kill and partakes in some illegal racing club. It’s as if every person in the room fawns over his aura, Jaemin drips with an inexplicable alluring confidence. You didn’t know anything about him besides the fact that he never shows up for class and rumors about how he’s slept with the entire cheer squad.

But he’s drawn to you like a magnet: always sitting in the available spot next to you, asking about your day before the TA arrives, developing an odd staring problem. You don’t feed much into his attention, minding your own business when he starts with his notably flirtatious greeting.

“You just take my breath away, (Y/N).” Jaemin cocks back in his seat with legs stretched wide in an overly comfortable manner. The smug smirk on his face cannot be ignored, he’s doing the absolute most to get you to pay the smallest attention to him.

“I didn’t do anything in particular to do that, Jaemin.” You respond bitterly, pulling out your notes for today’s discussion class. The TA enjoys wasting the first twenty minutes going over the past lecture slides and running through the most obvious topics.

You pay no mind to Jaemin peering over at you with the single handedly most dreamy eyes and smile --- stars shining in his dark orbs and a dazzling twinkle in his wide toothy grin.

“That’s why you’re so amazing. You do nothing and it still leaves me breathless.” His sneaky eyes examine your clothing choice for the long day. On this warm afternoon, the short tank top does nothing to hide much of your skin and the denim shorts that ride up a little too well drive Jaemin insane. And when you cross your legs together, he swallows the spit that pools in the back of his throat.

Your ears catch onto the murmurs of the rest of the class, the midterm is next week. The wretched midterm that is half of your grade dooms you, it is going to take an endless amount of completely undistracted dedicated hours of study--- “On a more serious note, can you help me with this class?”

His voice shatters your inner panic, if anything, adds to the stress that already beats down on your shoulders. You look up to glare at him, but you’re entirely taken aback by the new styling of his hair and the exposure of his tattoos.

The sweet blue cotton candied strands are ruffled lazily above his brows, messy from him constantly running his hand through them. Jaemin sits relaxed in gray sweatpants that are extremely baggy on his slender figure, hands are shoved casually into the pockets.

But what has you staring for longer is the long sleeve of tattoos that wrap around his left arm. Not that you’re surprised that Jaemin has tattoos, let alone a whole sleeve, but this is your first time seeing it as this is the first time he’s come to class without his leather jacket on. Something about the intricate lines and shadowing make Jaemin seem much cooler, almost more attractive.

When you meet his eyes, his lips curl slowly into a sly side smile and he’s practically eating you up under his gaze. He definitely knew that you were staring and what comes next out of his mouth will haunt you for it. “Like what you see, beautiful?”

“I don’t have the time to help you.” The best way out of this situation is to simply ignore it. Jaemin is overly adored and admired by many, he’ll find someone else to help him.

“Jaemin, do you want to study together?” There you go, folks. The random girl snickers with her small huddle of friends in the upper corner of the room, like a crowd of crows, they’re all waiting around for Jaemin to accept her offer so he can be easily integrated into their little group.

However, you watch how his glances bounce between you and her. The most sickly sweet, kind smile is almost too fake to consider it to be genuine. His final choice surprises you, “thank you for offering, but I only want (Y/N)...”

Your breath hitches and gets caught in your throat as you hope for him to finish his sentence, the drumming of your heart distracting you even more. Jaemin wants you? While the thought is flattering, it puzzles you greatly.

“... to help me with my studies.” Jaemin finishes his sentence after a rather long pause, his eyes finally resting upon your figure shying away and finding any way to seem uninterested in the conversation. “Is that going to be okay, (Y/N)?”

“What do I get out of it?” You can’t believe that you are actually considering it. But this is a man that only wants you to help him. Jaemin is an impossible, yet charming man and whatever comfortable attire he is wearing today is really aiding in his request.

He lights up, ears perked up and eyes attentive. His hands fold together on the empty desk, leaning forward towards you. “Dates with me.”

Rolling your eyes, you groan slightly at the arrogant answer. “I don’t care about that. I want something that benefits me.”

“I’ll make sure you’re well fed.” There is a tiny plea in his tone, a remarkable shift from his cool aura. “What do you want? I’ll give it to you.”

“I guess I can’t turn down free food…” there is a hang in your sentence as you contemplate what chaos you’re about to dive into and what life changes are about to be explored with Jaemin.

“Before you agree,” Jaemin chuckles, “there’s one more thing I’d like you to do for me.”

You’re quick to shoot a daggering glare at the overly enthusiastic boy, “why do I suddenly owe you favors?”

“Because I say so.” He deadpans, a chill running down your spine at the deep dip in his octave. The playfulness that was present all this time suddenly vanished, a serious look that intimidates you, but sexy enough to where it erupts something in your core. He blinks at you with dark clouded eyes and you nervously anticipate what he is going to ask next of you.

“Accompany me to my races.” He speaks lowly as if he’s afraid of someone else eavesdropping in the conversation.

Here’s your issue with that request: you’ve never really been part of that scene. You’ve lived pretty mundanely, even in college. It’s simple, you like to stay within the boundaries of what you enjoy to do and what you have to do. But you’re always open minded and willing to try something to determine whether or not you’re fond of it.

Partying and drinking copious amounts of alcohol weren’t your favorite things to do, especially to the point of forgetting your nights. You wanted to remember your nights as much as you do your days. The youth isn’t here for long, why waste them by blacking out in the middle of a large party? Also, whoever said that alcohol goes down smooth is a blatant liar.

Illegal racing could possibly be an extension of people who participate in those things, which is fine, but does place a crippling fear of coming off too boring or unrelatable inside your nervous system. But just because you don’t do those things doesn’t mean that you’re not as cool, right?

Since when was your status based nonsensically on how often you spend your nights in socializing crowds full of sweaty bodies and how much cheap booze you can drink? It had to be all in your head --- you’re just dreading any awkward socializing with people who race cars when it’s absolutely illegal.

“Why me?” It’s a genuine answer, possibly stemming from your insecurities of not being on the same level of charm as Jaemin exudes. You’re not a fool, you’re well aware of the many different people he comes across on campus so, why you?

Jaemin doesn’t hesitate to answer, “why not you? You’re just my type. Hot and smart. Cute and a little shy. The greatest duality, if you ask me.” His words seem so genuine that it has you believing these things about yourself as well.

Nonetheless, you’re taken aback by his observations and his choice of descriptions. “We’ve barely ever talked. How can you say these things so confidently about me?”

Jaemin slightly pulls your chair closer to his own and you yelp in response to the sudden movement and lack of space that separates the two of you. He leans into you, breath hot on your skin and obvious eyes darting between your shocked ones and pretty lips.

“So let’s get to know each other. I can already tell that it’ll just make me fall for you even more.” His finger lightly traces your jaw, stopping at your chin to give it a small lift to meet his focus. Jaemin loves how you squirm underneath his intensity, you’re too cute to let go. “Plus, my boys will love you. I’m sure of it.”

The TA rushes in quickly and is utterly distressed from the traffic that had pushed back his schedule. “Sorry, I’m late everyone.” He rummages through his things to find his notes, but groans to see that the monitor of the computer is off. It’s going to take him another ten minutes to input all his credentials.

But your attention doesn’t stray from Jaemin, especially with his delicate touch at the bottom of your chin. His gentle smile enacts nothing but a soft love, and a peak of interest. Na Jaemin, the one and only. He’s like an adventure waiting to be explored, an open bottle of fun for you to take a sip.

“What would I have to do?” Your voice comes out shaky.

“Just be there as your pretty self.” Jaemin comes off as the type to always have women around him, “you’ll be my lucky charm. For some reason, I always feel better around you.”

The escalation of this conversation is possibly more action you’ve had to handle in the last two years. Jaemin drops your chin and falls back into his own seat with his arms crossed. He is about to turn your life upside down and whether that be a good or bad thing, you don’t mind. You’re excited for the new thrills that come with being by Na Jaemin’s side.

Jaemin’s hot hands lift your shirt quickly, throwing it towards the front seat of his car. His lips return to your soft neck, nibbling at your skin tenderly and with love bites that will remind you of his gentle touches. The streetlamps outside flicker impatiently as you feel the eagerness soaking your panties and he lifts you up to take them off.

“My sweet girl,” his voice is light and airy that it becomes almost lost in the heat of the car. “You’re excited tonight. Did you miss me?” The devilish smirk can be felt upon your collarbones.

“Yes, I haven’t seen you for almost five days.” A peculiar whine settles in your pout and Jaemin’s low growl sends shivers down your spine. The only barrier are his own tight jeans and your hands are fast at unbuckling his belt. Jaemin relaxes back, forearms resting on your soft thighs and watching the neediness in your expression and the speed of your hands. He smiles to himself seeing you this way, wanting him so badly that you can’t wait to get him out of his jeans.

Throughout the two months that you and Jaemin finally became well acquainted, he’s fallen inexplicably into your trance. His friends made it very clear to you that he doesn’t keep the same girl around for more than a few weeks. But he’s brought you to almost every race so far and despite the initial shock of your appearance after the third time, you didn’t let the passing comments phase you.

Why he hasn’t replaced you is unknown and truthfully, there is no reasonable explanation how you always wind up in the backseat of his car by the end of the night. It’s become part of your routine. Jaemin picks you up around ten in the evening with raunchy lyrics blasting out of his personalized car for your entire suburban neighborhood to hear. More often than not, Jaemin has food ready for you to devour and a cozy blanket for your exposed legs.

You’ve learned a bit more about him through your backseat chronicles. Jaemin is possibly one of the only people in your life with a heart bigger than his own body, while also being as carefree as he can. Oddly enough, he cares about you as his friend and as his companion. Not to mention the ridiculous, yet endearing nickname, “Lucky Charm”, that he has coined upon you.

Jaemin has been the best adventure you’ve had in ages. While he takes you on intoxicating thrill rides on the leather of his back seats, every street race has been more than unforgettable. He shares one of the same values as you --- wanting to remember the present. You both know that you’ll remember each other enough for it to transcend into your next lives.

You have him to thank for your youthful experiences, to learn and dive into this new found world of mischief under his care. Jaemin treats you extraordinarily well, he’d never hurt a soul. He showers you in appraisal and carefulness, he’s attentive to your behavior and remembers your favorite things. And he reminds you almost every time you see him that he’s so grateful to have you in his life.

“Have you been touching yourself?” Jaemin’s bold question catches you off guard as it causes your hands to shyly hover over his unzipped jeans. When you glance up at him with soft innocent eyes, as if you’re guilty of a crime and wish to beg for forgiveness, his facial expression is serious and intimidating. 

“Continue, baby. You can be honest with me. Daddy isn’t going to punish you if you did.” His tone is sweet and light, but his eyes are dark and piercing. His lips are drawn tightly into a thin line, no curve in sight.

His finger grazes down your cheek gently as he admires your slightly parted lips and the way your eyelashes dance every time you blink. However, his other hand urges you to continue your previous action of getting him out of his restrictive jeans.

You nod, while rubbing his erection through his gray briefs that hug him so tightly. There’s a sharp intake of breath when you pull the waistband of his underwear down and his cock stands against his lower abdomen. “Do you think of me when you do?” His voice gets caught in his throat when you take him in your warm hand.

“Always.” You kiss his jawline and fix your position above his dick. Your slick pussy presses down against his shaft, coating it in your juices and rubbing his tip to your clit for a delicious sensation. Jaemin groans, his gaze dipping between your lower bodies and back to your face.

“My sweet (Y/N) thinks about her daddy fucking her senseless while she touches herself.” Jaemin chuckles darkly, grinding his hips harder against you. There is a shift in the atmosphere as he grips your hips and slowly enters your dripping hole. “That’s cute, baby.”

You hold onto his shoulders as his raw dick fills you to the brim, stretching you out like past nights. Gasps leave your body when he starts pulling all the way out to only have you sink back down. “Daddy, please just fuck me.”

Jaemin picks up his speed, knowing that you have a quiz due at midnight that you scolded him for forgetting earlier. The grip on his shoulders tighten as this man navigates your body all too well. He knows you like the back of his hand, fucking the spot that causes your body to lose control.

One of his favorite sights in the world is the view of your lips parted open with loud whimpers falling effortlessly. Your eyes roll back into your skull as his hips roll deeper into your walls, the tip hitting your sweet spot repeatedly.

“You’re always the best girl for me, aren’t you?” His hand wraps around your neck when you throw your head back, choking you lightly and your walls grip around his shaft. “I know you’re close. Cum on my dick, baby. Be a good girl.”

Jaemin’s tattoos shine under the moonlight when you peer down at him. His hooded eyes are intoxicated by the pure image of your fucked out body and he’s truly in love. “My good girl, come on baby.” He continues to encourage, his other hand giving you a smack on your ass when he drills mercilessly into you.

The familiar bubbling occupy your lower half and the feeling of release unravels all so suddenly. You fall forward, Jaemin lets go of your neck to hold your limp body close to him, your head on his shoulder as your orgasm overtakes you. He grinds his hips into you to prolong your shaking climax, cooing sweet nothings in your ear as his other hand takes a whole handful of ass to squeeze.

He bottoms out, filling you up to the rim to cum deep inside of you. Jaemin moans loudly, his cum spilling all over your walls. You two sit like that until he grows soft, pampering your temples with gentle kisses. Jaemin remembers to take care of you, no matter what.

While you’re in his arms, he reaches for sanitary wipes in the side compartments. He lifts your hips slowly to pull out and you sigh at the emptiness. Gently, he swipes at the dripping cum from your pussy and makes sure that you’re all cleaned up before getting dressed.

“So, you want to tell me why you’ve been MIA for the past five days?” Rolling your eyes, you pull up your panties and fix the last decency of your hair.

“Car meets that are too far for me to take you.” His thumb rubs your chin lovingly and Jaemin’s eyes are so bright and mesmerizing, you find that it’s hard to look him in the eye at times.

“Not because you’ve been hooking up with other girls?” There is a tinge of sarcasm that laces your rhetorical question and though you don’t expect him to give you an actual answer, you take note of his reaction. Jaemin raises an eyebrow, clearing his throat and looking out the window away from you.

“And if I was?” Truthfully, that question hurt you more than your’s hurt him. His hand rests underneath his chin as he patiently waits for your answer. He admires the clear night sky and the rundown abandoned liquor store that stands all by itself.

“What do you want me to say?” Question after question, a stiff tension replaces the sex of the car.

“I’ll take you back now.” Jaemin crawls back to the driver’s seat, completely ignoring your confused figure. He has always been quite like this: going aloof whenever he wants to dodge something. However, it’s been happening more frequently the past times you two have been seeing each other.

The truth is simple, yet entirely complex at the same time. You and Jaemin aren’t dating, despite always going out together and him posessively introducing you to other men. You and Jaemin aren’t dating.

Nevertheless, it doesn’t stop you from growing feelings for him and you can tell that this happens too often for the attractive boy. He can’t have a fuckbuddy that won’t fall head over heels for him. But who could really blame you? Even if all this time Jaemin was pretending that he cared about you, he still pampers you like a princess; he still tells you he does.

But when it comes to discussion about advancing into something more, he hides and grows silent. This has you wondering, maybe this entire thing to him is all sex? And he can’t love you back the way you do.

No one knows his heart, not even himself. He’s never wanted to complicate his life, it’s always been about two things: racing and having fun. There is no easy way to explain it all, the thoughts that flood his mind and heart, so he chooses every way to ignore it. Overall, he’s genuinely lost. You are one source of stability in his life that he isn’t willing to let go, ever. But just because he won’t let you go, doesn’t mean that you won’t take the chance to leave when you’re fed up with him.

This has him wondering, how far can he push before he pushes you too far?

“No, it’s fine. I’ll just walk.” Tonight is unsettling, it usually doesn’t end like this. Jaemin locks the car doors and turns around to reach for your hand. “Jaemin, open the door.”

“I want you to say that you hate when I sleep with other people.” Jaemin confesses all too wildly as his hand lightly squeezes around your wrist. “And I want you to mean it.” He’s only speaking words of truth that haven’t had the time to process in his own thoughts.

“I hate when you sleep with other people.” And you do mean it. You mean it more than anything you’ve ever said to this man. Jaemin just sighs, bringing your wrist to his lips for a lasting kiss.

“Can I drive you home?” Jaemin asks softly, eyes dipping down to the leather seats and avoiding all need for eye contact.

“Yes, Jaemin.” He pulls you back into the passenger seat and drapes the soft blanket over your exposed legs. “Hopefully, I still have time to take my quiz.”

“Can I come inside?” Jaemin coolly turns his marble wheel to reverse out of the parking space, a hand resting on the shoulder of your seat as he does a double take behind him for any pedestrians, even if you two are far out in the middle of nowhere and there isn’t anyone around; Jaemin knows you have the hots for him when he does that specific move.

“What do you mean? You’ve already cum inside.”

It’s the sound of disappointment as his tongue tsks at you and he flicks lightly at your forehead. He steps on the acceleration, revving the annoying engine that roars throughout the peaceful night. The multicolored lights illuminate around his stereo and at your feet, creating the Rainbow Road right out of Mario Kart. 

Jaemin isn’t like the others who pay close attention to the details of his car. His motto goes, “if I like it, I’m going to have it.” Whether or not anything matches goes beyond his worries.

In some ways, his car is a mirror of his own personality --- wild and free, colorful and welcoming. And his skills as a driver? Safe, no matter how far the speedometer goes, Jaemin always makes you feel safe.

“I mean come inside your room for aftercare. You know how much I hate leaving you without a proper cuddle.” He pouts and almost immediately his cute baby tone comes out with his beg. Almost subconsciously, Jaemin lays his right palm open facing up to invite yours in. Almost routinely, you lace your hands to complete his hold. Getting Jaemin to smile has never been easier as his hold grows tighter.

“You can’t stay over tonight though. My housemates are doing some Single Girls Only house event tomorrow and it starts immediately when we wake up.” You laugh as the ridiculous words fill the air.

“And you’re participating in that?” Jaemin mindlessly asks and you’re unable to differentiate his implications from the question. Is he asking because the idea is horrendously nothing you’d like to do or he’s implying that you’re not single?

“Why wouldn’t I?” Sounding rather harsher than intended, Jaemin finally realizes how poorly he had worded his previous question. Yet, a part of him feels disappointment whirling in his chest and a desire to feel wanted by you.

“Doesn’t seem like something you’d like: wallowing in your singleness.” He chuckles, remaining lighthearted and playful.

“I really don’t.” Jaemin brings your knuckles up to his lips for a lingering kiss, his eyes darting quickly on the road ahead now that you’ve entered the metropolitan areas and his speed drops significantly to avoid getting ticketed.

“I’ll come pick you up. Instead of being single tomorrow, you’ll be on a date.” When you turn to examine his facial expression, the serious tension in his jawline and focused eyes alarm you. Your stomach twists into knots and if he couldn't already tell, your palms grow sweaty at his offer.

“That’s such a slap in the face to them.” Pulling your hand away from his, you cross your arms and lean your head against the cold window. “I don’t think I can do that to them.”

“I have a race tomorrow.” He starts, his head tilting over at you with his round gorgeous begging eyes, “at least, come to that with me.”

“Okay, but only because I want to see Haechan.” As if it wasn’t moments ago, Jaemin was the one balls deep in you and now you’re spewing enthusiasm for another man. It’s all a joke, a way for you to conceal your undying attraction for Jaemin.

You still remember the first time you met the sunshine that is Haechan and the jealousy that seeped from Jaemin’s words when he noticed the exchange of flirtation. Haechan is someone you’d knowingly gravitate towards: a man with a loud personality that just knows how to conduct every personality in the room. And at that moment, Jaemin couldn’t tell if being more observant was a good or bad thing.

Jaemin never saw himself as outgoing as his other friends, staying more kept in his own circle, but he had the confidence to fake it. He’s bold, rather impulsive and slightly narcissistic, Jaemin knows how to use his strengths very well. 

However, when he saw the soft smirk on Haechan’s face and your shy mannerisms, a small tinge in his chest ignited a died out flame. He didn’t realize it before, but that was the very start of his long tumble of feelings for you.

“Do you say those things to purposefully get me jealous?” Jaemin rests his hand on your thigh, giving it a harsh squeeze. His eyes never leave the road and his tone reverts back to his dominant tone.

“Well, are you jealous?” It’s like you two dance in circles, answer questions with a question does not stop.

And as bratty as your tone is, you don’t expect the quick “yes” that answers back and the smoldering look he gives you briefly before focusing back on the drive.

“Then good.” You huff, ready to hop out of the car after the odd, yet sensual tension. Jaemin pulls up to your house and double parks the car to lean in for a nightly goodbye kiss.

“You’re not coming in?” You try to read his facial expressions, but he hides his emotions too perfectly.

His lips curl into a smile before saying, “I think it’s better I cool off tonight.” And you mindlessly give him a peck, but he holds your face to deepen it. Through the kiss, you can feel the neediness by the way Jaemin shoves his tongue into your mouth. The taste of lust against your palette is difficult to ignore, but your academically responsible mind screams at you about your forgotten quiz.

Your hand lightly taps at his chest and he pulls away, his eyes drinking up your swollen lips. “I have a quiz, Jaemin.”

“I know, sorry. It’s just so easy to get lost in you.” Jaemin kisses your cheek once more before you exit. You smile back at him as his words have grown a strong effect on you lately. Bidding him goodbye, he wishes you sweet dreams as he patiently makes sure you’re fully inside your house.

“Is the music too loud?” Jaemin checks over at your hunched figure in the passenger seat. You’re diligently flipping through your thick textbook, a yellow highlighter in one hand and the other comfortably holding Jaemin’s.

The worst part of college is the never ending midterms that are given at any time. Studying in his car isn’t a rare sight, if anything it is more expected than you not doing anything related to your academics. But Jaemin genuinely doesn’t mind, even being mindful about his own actions to ensure an optimal studying space for you.

He really is an ideal guy. Like his first promise, he keeps you well fed and never once asks you for any monetary pay back. Jaemin adjusts the car temperature before you even step into the vehicle, knowing that you prefer wearing less clothes rather than more. Though he isn’t academically responsible, he still makes the effort to try and understand enough information to pass his classes.

The sole flaw would be the lack of open communication. It’s genuinely difficult for you to read his emotions or intentions. Jaemin always has a dazed look in his eyes whenever he looks at you, and it’s an internal fight about whether or not you’re being delusional.

“Music is fine, honey.” The mindless use of a pet name slips from your lips, but your concentration on neoliberalism and globalization doesn’t allow for you to notice.

Nevertheless, Jaemin catches on immediately to the usage. While he showers you in ridiculous nicknames, you’re not one to do so. “Honey?”

“Yes?” You answer back carelessly, not entirely actively listening to him as you highlight an important concept in your book.

“No, you called me honey.”

Looking up from your page, you blink at him with wide eyes and mouth slightly agape. “I did?”

Jaemin chuckles and finally pulls into the overly crowded parking lot, a whole mass of fanboys cheering at the arrival of his flashy vehicle. Everyone just loves Jaemin.

This familiar scene plays like a reel --- several high beams cast light under the dark sky due to the lack of functioning street lamps, dizzy multicolored cars that blaze the tracks, and the all too distinct smell of musky cologne in the chilly air. Oh, and the wide eye admirable stares when you get out of the car.

“Hi, you’re stunning.” A bold new recruit blinks at you in complete awe and awkwardly clears his throat once he realizes his rash comment.

Jaemin raises an eyebrow at him, then at how you plan on handling the situation. You’re flattered, nonetheless, but know that Jaemin didn’t bring you here to flirt with other men. “Thank you. I hope you enjoy your membership in the Ridin’ Club.”

The gracefulness in your delicate voice has the youthful recruit swooning and subtly giddy as he runs off to join a group of others that have been eying you across the parking lot. Jaemin casually drapes his leather jacket over your exposed shoulders, knowing the temperature change is going to result in you most likely catching a cold and because you never bring a jacket despite his plea.

“The power you hold.” Jaemin winks at you before pulling you into a larger crowd to socialize with more impressionable recruits.

“Ah, so you’re (Y/N)!” The stranger is unrecognizable, but you giggle to acknowledge his confident statement. “We haven’t met before, but Jaemin was talking about you the other night at our motorcycle meet.”

Your eyes light up, as if you’ve unlocked a new fun fact of Na Jaemin. “You drive a motorcycle too?” You’re truly shocked at the talent of this man.

Jaemin snakes his arm around your lower waist to draw you closer to his side. “Yeah, but I can’t fuck you in a motorcycle, can I?”

Before the other men can comment on the obvious sexual tension that Jaemin created, he leans in to whisper into your ear. “Actually, I can, but we’ll save our decency from unwanted exposure.” His hot breath grazes against the shell of your ear and you just know where you two are going to end up tonight.

“Bro, you guys probably fuck in the backseat of his car.” One of them chimes recklessly, punching at each others’ chest playfully as if he made a decent joke.

“Why don’t you stay to find out?” Jaemin retorts and the grip on your hip becomes tighter. You’re too flustered to add much into this odd form of competitive banter, distracted by none other than the way Jaemin keeps glancing over at you with a delicious gleam in his eyes.

“So what? You don’t care about us now?” You’d know that bratty tone from anywhere as Lee Haechan pushes past everyone else to rush over to the both of you.

“Aw, are your feelings hurt?” Jaemin sticks his tongue out at his friend before cordially sharing a handshake with him.

“Just slightly.” Haechan looks over at you with a wide grin and playful eyes, “hello, my pretty girl.”

“Drop the possessives, Haechan.” Jaemin rolls his eyes with an irritable twitch on his lips.

He hates how obviously jealous he gets. It’s something too difficult for himself to control, he’s exhausted his efforts to bite his tongue whenever it comes to other people’s flirtations. The thought of someone else calling you theirs doesn’t sit well with him.

“I understand your jealousy, Jaem. If someone was flirting with (Y/N), I wouldn’t be able to stand it either.” Haechan fixes the falling jacket on your shoulders. “But she can handle herself, I know those pretty lips have a mind of their own.” His gaze drops momentarily, yet obvious enough for you to grow shy at how strong Haechan is coming off tonight.

“Stop trying to corrupt her, that’s my job.” Jaemin playfully pushes at Haechan’s chest and they both break out laughing.

“I haven’t said one thing and you’re both talking about me as if I’m not here.” Your small pout is literally the cutest thing to Jaemin. He physically has to stop himself from planting the sweetest kiss on it.

It’s blatantly clear that you’re hot stuff. You’re the perfect example of a head turner, your captivating aura has its ability to suffocate those around you. However, Jaemin has seen all sides of you, but overall finding you so entirely cute. And oddly enough, Jaemin has a knack for cute things.

“Is that (Y/N) I hear?” Huang Renjun engulfs you in a hug, showing clear affection and doesn’t mind doing so. “How did your project go?”

“It went well. You accomplish a lot when you don’t procrastinate.” Renjun gleams at your statement and if Jaemin is delusional enough, he’d probably mistaken the twinkle in his eyes for infatuation instead of admiration.

“You’re so responsible, why are you messing with Jaemin?” Renjun sighs and though his question is more of a joke, there is some truth behind his words.

Your friendship with his friends differ immensely compared to other girls who have come around. Like Jaemin had said before, his boys were going to like you and they do, a lot. Sometimes making it obvious that you’re too good for him.

Jeno comes up from the side, an unidentifiable bruise on his neck and a new cut on his brow. Lee Jeno being such a rough character, his appearance speaks well about how his day has been.

But when he lays his eyes on you, it’s as if all his pain is replaced with joy and security. “(Y/N)! I haven’t seen you in so long!” The enthusiastic boy rushes over to greet you with a warm smile.

“I’m pretty sure I was here a week ago.” You laugh, but welcome him in your arms for a tender friendly hug and pat his head out of habit.

“It’s been a week?! That’s so long.” Jeno narrows his eyes at Jaemin and flicks his forehead.

“Ow!” Jaemin exclaims while rubbing the pain away. “You act like she doesn’t go to the same school as us and therefore, can see her any time you want to.” The tone in Jaemin’s voice raises some eyebrows as they all exchange glances to each other before bursting into laughter.

“Like your jealous ass would allow for that?” Haechan remarks and Jaemin doesn’t outwardly react. However, Jaemin’s hand is squeezing you so tight that you’re more than certain he’s bothered by the comment.

“Oh, stop it. You all know I’m Team Jaemin. He does have the most wins this past month.” You only know that through Jaemin’s proud boasting, anything else in the racing world is unknown to you.

Jaemin situates you in between his legs as he slightly sits on the hood of his car. His arms wrap around your middle and chin rests on your shoulder. Public display of affection isn’t a problem for him, and you learned much earlier that Jaemin can’t keep his hands off of you.

Renjun scoffs at your whimsical fact, in absolute disbelief. “It hurts more hearing you say it. I’m getting my car upgraded, but once it’s done, I’m going to blaze his ass on the tracks.”

“Are you racing today?” Jeno asks the blue haired fellow that clings onto you like a koala.

“Yeah, against a newbie. Apparently he’s really good, so I’m not too sure I’ll win.” Jaemin mumbles into your hair.

“You say that every time, yet you win!” Renjun crosses his arms, weight shifting to his left leg as he pops his hip out. There is always a sense of competition between anyone with Renjun.

Jaemin perks up behind you and when you turn around in his arms, you’re face to face with a beaming smile. “That’s because I have you.” Eyes lock with yours, he isn’t saying that directed to Renjun. Na Jaemin has you wrapped around his pinky, the butterflies fluttering in your stomach are too hard to ignore.

“Alright, lovebirds. Get in your car and let’s start this shit.” Haechan groans and claps his hands to draw the crowd’s attention. Cupping them around his mouth, he roars into the starry night, “let’s roll!”

During the race, Jaemin’s number one priority is to keep you safe. While you’ve sat in his car for a number of times now, it’s different once the loud bang goes off and he’s hitting 100 mph. Tonight’s track is much more dangerous, with twists and turns that can have the vehicle flying weightlessly if he’s not careful.

“You trust me, right?” Jaemin has both hands on the wheel and the engine rumbling as you both anticipate the start of the race.

Spectators watch on the sidelines as if it’s the ultimate battle, but Jaemin doesn’t pay them much mind. He’s more concerned about you instead. “Of course. If I didn’t, I wouldn’t be sitting here right now. You’ve proven yourself that you’re an excellent driver, so let’s win this.”

Jaemin smirks at your encouraging words, feeling a warmth spread across his chest. “I’ll tap out any time you want me to, okay?”

You nod and the initial whip of the car is so intense that you didn’t even register the sound off. It’s not your first race, but it’s been awhile since the last one. When you adjust to the pressure, the lanes in front of you cause a slight queasiness in your stomach.

It’s a two lane windy road that wraps around the mountain side and Jaemin happens to be in the outer lane. All it takes is a second of lost control and you two will hit the metal railings that guard the cliff below. Despite your inner panic, Jaemin guides you through the pooling anxiety that leaves you restless.

“(Y/N), look up and out the window. We’re coming up on the cliff side view, I’ve always wanted to bring you here.” Your eyes land on the dazzling glitter that dances on the ripples of the lake. It’s so vast, the moon high up in the sky is reflected on the water below. It’s a romantic scene of melancholy and bliss. Suddenly, you feel at peace in the middle of this high speed race.

“It’s beautiful, Jaem.” You whisper calmly and he’d reach for your hand to hold, but races take too much wheel control. And he’d turn to look at you, but races take too much concentration on the road ahead.

But throughout every obstacle, he hears the gentleness and the solidarity in your cadence in the midst of all the high stress. He, too, feels peace. He feels calm knowing that you’re simply by his side, even in the face of danger. So, he can finally admit to himself… he genuinely developed feelings for you.

Before you know it, you’re thrusted side to side from the sharp turns and the adrenaline kicks in when the other racer catches up right next to Jaemin. “Fuck,” Jaemin curses underneath his breath and steps harshly on the acceleration. “Baby, I’m going to go a bit faster so hold onto something.” He warns and your hand finds the grab handle. It’s neck and neck at this point.

Usually, you squeeze your eyes shut to avoid becoming too overwhelmed by the sights in front of you. Tonight is different, not entirely knowing why, you’re observing every element that circles around the perimeter.

The finish line is up ahead, but there is no sign that the other racer is slowing down. Then, you see it: the fatal mistake that can cost you both of your lives if you didn’t catch it. “Jaemin, watch out!” You yelp when the other car inches dangerously close, your warning allows Jaemin to make a controlled swerve away from a possible hit.

Jaemin shakes his head and tsks at the recklessness. “Now I know why he’s good. It’s foul play.” He blows his bang out of his eyes and casually says, “thank you for warning me. This is why I need you by my side.”

He makes it to the finish line barely before the other, winning the race by half a second. Jaemin brakes smoothly, tire marks scrapping the concrete below, and you both exit the car to celebrate with everyone else.

But before the mass of eager shouting men make their way over to you two, Jaemin hurries to your side to pull you into a steamy, rewarding kiss. The scene is just like the movies; his hand on your lower back and yours on his chest lightly. His lips taste like triumph, like he had won more than just a simple race against a random stranger. He’s won the best person he could ever have.

You two fled the scene after cussing out the other racer. It was a rare sight to see: Jaemin being all bothered and angry, practically fuming after scrambling back into the driver’s seat. However, your mind had mischievous plans of its own and all it took was one look from his hooded eyes for you to announce that you wanted him --- badly.

Back in your usual abandoned parking lot, Jaemin pauses before following you to the back seats. With the engine off and the dead of the night being absolute silent, the tension remains thick around you two. “(Y/N),” Jaemin is about to confess something he never thought he’d admit. He turns to you sitting in the middle seat with just your panties on and a curious look on your face.

His heart burns and despite being so incredibly aroused, he controls his urges enough to be able to say, “I’m into you.”

“I know you’re into me, that’s how we ended up like this in the first place.” You giggle cluelessly to his words, still not understanding the odd shift in mood and intentions. It’s always his unclear, messy intentions.

Though he can’t entirely figure out his puzzle pieces, he has plenty to connect the dots. “I like you. I want to be in a relationship with you and call you my girlfriend.”

You’re stunned. Did Jaemin just confess to you as you sit in your panties ready to fuck? This softness is different from the sides you’ve seen of him. It’s similar to a lost bunny, wandering grasslands to find a purpose. He looks so fragile, one intense stare and he’d crumble. This softness is vulnerability.

“So do it.” The boldness catches him off guard, but switches on the dominance in him. “If you want me, come show it.”

He climbs over the middle console to push you into the leather seats. “Not acting shy anymore, are you?” Practically ripping your shirt off of you, he cups your breast lightly and flicks at your nipples. Your immediate reaction results in a rush of wetness down your core.

“Before I forget,” sitting up, you share a passionate kiss that you’ve held back long enough. You give it every ounce of feeling you have for him. “If it isn’t obvious enough, I like you too.”

“It’s obvious, baby.” Kissing your nose, he wraps a hand around your throat to lightly push you back down. “But hearing you say it out loud makes me happy.” Jaemin smirks, hand still choking you gently and pampering your jawline with soft kisses.

His free hand reaches down into your dripping panties, circling your clit with your wetness. The sensation causes you to whimper for more. “Daddy, give it to me.” You wiggle in his palm, knowing that the nickname is more than effective.

“My sweet (Y/N) wants to get fucked?” Jaemin rolls your underwear off and rids himself of his own bottoms.

“Yes, please.” Through the darkness, his hard dick stands proudly. Jaemin lines himself up as he thrusts into you without another second of hesitation. He waits for you to adjust to his size, his tip barely grazing your sweet spot. “Fuck…”

“You take me so well, my pretty baby.” Jaemin starts moving his hips, slowly at first to build a rhythm. Taking your legs, he presses them into your chest to fuck you at a deeper angle. And you feel him practically in your guts, his cock pumping against your walls deliciously and bumping into your g-spot. “Do you want more of me?”

Your train of thought is in utter shambles and whatever Jaemin is saying to you barely processes. You’re overwhelmed by a pleasure that fills every system, every part of your body. To answer him, you let out an incoherent noise of approval.

Jaemin pulls your hips down while thrusting forward into you, maximizing every inch of his strokes. This single action causes you to scream and grip onto the headrest. “Who knew my sweet girl could be so fucking dirty?” Jaemin chuckles darkly, his cadence dropping several decibels. “When I first met you, I wanted to ruin you.”

All of his filthy words edge you closer to your release as he continues to repeat his previous motion. He holds your hips in place to grind into you, the feeling of his tip rubbing your walls has your eyes rolling back. “Do you want to cum, (Y/N)?”

“Yes!” You yell, the tight ball in your lower abdomen is bound to break any minute. “I want to cum so badly, please.” You beg and moan, the arch in your back lifts you from the seat of the car. Jaemin snaps his hips into you, drilling you quickly to reach your high. And you break. An euphoric cry fills the air as your walls clench around his length. You hear the extra wetness create a slick noise, but Jaemin isn’t done with you yet.

“You wanted to cum so fucking badly. I’ll reward you with one more for being such a good girl for me.” His thumb flicks at your clit and you convulse into spasms from the sensitivity. Your violently shaking legs can’t hold themselves up anymore and Jaemin rests them on his shoulders. He lines kisses along your ankle as the pleasure overtakes you.

“I don’t think I can do it.” You whine, your fingers twisting and toes curling.

“You are going to try, okay baby?” He coos, but it’s most definitely a demand. He sits back on his knees to pick up more speed, fucking endlessly into your swollen pussy and thumb rubbing fast strips against your bud.

“I’m going to snap, Jaem.” You cry, tears rimming your eyes and before you know it, a second wave hits you. Your second orgasm is ruinous and has you squirming around to regain some sense of control.

“Oh fuck, you’re so beautiful.” Jaemin slows down as your walls grip around him again, tighter this time. “I’m going to fill you up with cum,--- watch it drip out of you.” He grunts while releasing into you, his dick twitching and spraying your insides with white.

He pulls out as hot, white cum spills from your pussy. You take this moment to catch your breath and relax your legs. However, Jaemin coats his two fingers and shoves the cum back into you. “Jaemin!” You exclaim at the sudden intrusion.

He curls them into your plushy walls and finger fucks you into another oblivion. “Wait, again?” Your hands wrap around his wrist, but Jaemin moves too fast for you to catch it.

You’re a moaning mess again, louder than before. Jaemin leans down and flicks his tongue against your overstimulated bundle of nerves. Your back arches automatically and a low animalistic scream rises from your throat.

He observes your body lines underneath the moonlight and the last remaining light the broken street lamps have to offer. Your face contours and you’re so far out into ecstasy that you don’t notice how intensely Jaemin watches you lose yourself.

“It feels too good!” With one last thrilling orgasm, you almost pass out and you see small stars of dizziness. He soaks up every last bit of your cathartic reaction and festers a small sense of pride that he can make you feel all this pleasure.

“Such a good girl. You’re beyond impressive, baby.” Jaemin pulls his fingers out to lick them clean and finds some wipes to help you out of your sticky situation.  

“Now that you’re my girlfriend, can we cuddle at any time now? Not just as after care.” He peers up at you and the one word enacts a burning warmth to spread across your chest. That is the best nickname he can call you by.

“I think the Singles Girls Only house event is still going on, but after that, yes a million times.” You laugh and wrap your arms around him into a big loving hug.

Jaemin feels right at home. All the long years of living carelessly and wild, he’s finally found someone worth the extra mile. While Jaemin was a thriving adventure to be explored, you were his comfort to run back to.

It is through the intimacy of your backseat chronicles that Jaemin was able to fall deeper for you. You’re his lucky charm, for some reason, he always feels better around you. 

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Anon Asked : "You know how some twst fan artists like to draw Yuu with their face blocked out, usually by Grim? I have this headcanon that in the Twisted Wonderland universe, it’s impossible to get a picture of Yuu, there’s always someone standing in front of them, a piece of paper floating by, or they’re just out of frame, but no one noticed until after the picture was taken. No one knows why, Rook even tried to draw them once but a Pomefiore first year spilled nail polish on the picture when he finished. " I do like that idea! I did see one artist who just had a mickey shaped head with blank eyes and it really looked cool! Now as for the scenario or story i will only do Dorm leaders for this situation, if anyone wishes for more i will provide ! BUT i have a small twist :) Warnings: Cursing Riddle

Riddle wasn't sure why but he it really irritated him how whenever they did civil group pictures, you always end up blocked or something happens to you in your part of the picture

It's not your fault really but it bugs him

he made it a goal to get a perfect picture , such as asking for a selfie

He actually wasn't a fan of it but he wanted at least ONE good picture of you because he cherishes his friends

but EVERY. SINGLE . TIME . IT'S THE SAME-

He's frustrated to no end

He eventually gave up and just accepted fate

he even tried to draw you and it somehow got ruined which made his mood worst

At one point , you came to him with a strawberry tart to cheer him up but he was really pouty

You asked if he wanted to try the selfie again but you hold the phone , which he reluctantly agreed to

afterwards when you left , he went to see the picture and he couldn't believe his damn eyes

a perfect picture of you and him

" i don't know if i want to cry of joy or behead them . "

He stilled loved the photo and refused to show anyone else in case it somehow got ruined or deleted

Leona

He wasn't too interested in photos but in your case it caught his interest slightly

he noticed from school activity photos that your face was always somehow ruined.

he thought it was funny but rare

so he tasked ruggie to take a picture for a small amount , mainly because he thought it would be easy

plus it's not like he wants a photo of you for anything psssshh

but when ruggie returned , he was frustrated and tired

confused leona questioned him

"Leona san. i loved getting money from you but i might just not even try anymore ..."

he got baffled that Ruggie had given up money for any easy task. or so he thought was easy

So thinking ruggie was being lazy , he went to do it himself

as a predator, he knows how to be sneaky and hide well , so once he locked you in , he took a snap

he looks ats the photo completely ruined

he took another , ruined. once again , it was ruined

he repeats many tries after and it all ends the same

" ahh fuck it ... " and went for a nap

later on you wanted a selfie with leona

being smug he said " would you even get the picture right ?~"

with a pout " of course i can!" you posed for the picture and snapped

he took a glance and he'll be damned ,, it was perfect

" don't talk to me for the next few day, herbivore."

"huh-"

Azul

azul didn't like photos , much at least because of certain ones of his past

though he took note of a particular incident

(Event after chapter 3) when you all took a picture at the museum , he noticed that your part of the picture , floyd's arm covered your face

He thought nothing of it until he noticed it often

Ace took a photo of you and deuce and somehow grim flew in front of your face

Cater took a selfie but it ended up blurred

it was pointless but hard to ignore so he assigned Jade and floyd into getting the perfect picture of you

after a couple hours, jade and floyd came back frustrated

even jade looked visibly irritated which was VERY rare to the point it scared Azul

they showed him nothing but blurry pics, he knew something was up because even jade wouldn't fail this bad

He knew he couldn't stand the chance if the tweels failed

but later on , you wanted to take a selfie with him

he refused immediately but you promised to keep the photo private , then he did agree , reculantantly

His immediate thought was that the picture would of been ruined anyways but was shocked to see a cute selfie of him and you

"....send me that picture . " you turned to him "what???" "SEN ME THAT PICTURE"

Kalim

We all know this absolute dork would love to take pictures , possibly from Cater's influence , because he sees it as a fun thing to do

So you , being one of his favorite people, he obviously wants a good photo of you

but to his disappointment, when he wanted to take a pic of you while you were at the gardens, it turned out super blurry

he thought nothing of it , just might of moved a bit , until the next one came blurry

he was getting semi frustrated and you had already left , so for once, he was actually grumpy to the point where he just asked Jamil to take a good picture for him

he felt lowkey bad of course but he was a tiny bit frustrated

Jamil didn't care until he had the same issue

Jamil tried a it but gave up when he kept getting the same result

then kalim was just sad , he just wanted a cute picture of you

you visited one day and he was his usual self but you here reminded him of the picture incident

you offered to try again , he was hard for him to say no to you

but after looking..you took a perfect photo

he wanted to cry and you were just so confused

hug him he needs it

Vil

Vil is a perfectionist of course, which includes photos too

you , him and a few others went on a small trip , you wanting to take a photo to remember the trip

you're one of the only people he's allowed for a picture minus fans because he's aware you just want a genuine picture and knows you won't share/ brag about it

Rook offered to take the photo

you two posed and rook took the shot but Vil automatically saw Rook's confused face

"Rook?.. is there a problem?" "non non roi du poison! I must of moved a little fast, part of it came blurry

he didn't think on it , just a small mistake no biggy

that was until the problem kept repeating itself

Irrigated , he took the camera and looked at the photos , each and every one of them was blurred of were you were at while vil looked completely fine

he slowly looked at you while you just stood there worried that we weren't going to get a picture

"Vil senpai? maybe i can just take a selfie? Rook's camera's probably broken"

sighing in defeat , he agreed ,after getting in a cute pose , you snapped a photo

he took a look and he was legit about to burst

It was an absolute beautiful picture

He was stunned that you did an even better job then rook

might make you his photographer

Idia

we all know for a fact, he hates pictures , at least mainly of himself

though he doesn't mind pictures of you

of course , he doesn't take pics of you willy nilly , he asks you first because he'd be hypocrite to take a picture of someone who didn't want a photo

You often cosplayed as some of his favorite characters and of course he'd want a picture of it but he was in for a surprise

The first time you cosplayed in front of him , he asked and you agreed

he snapped the photo , it blurred

he got irritated but thought nothing of it and tried again

still failed

he has plenty of cameras ( I dunno it's for the story make up your own reason XD ) and used a different one to get a photo

it failed and he tried many times , it was too a point he built up the courage *cough*two hours*cough to ask rook to help

he was dumbfounded when rook couldn't do well

you later went home , while idia was sad , he really wnated to take a good pic

soon after, you sent him a text

"I'm sorry you couldn't get a cute picture earlier, so i took a shot at it with a selfie!"

and there he saw the perfect picture

"...what the f**k is this voodoo magic- "

he of course loved it but he was so confused

Malleus

oh boy here we go-

he was still confused on the idea of photos

but he thought it was similar to a painting but it's instant

so of course he wants one with you

he attempts to use an old style camera (hey be lucky he made it this far)

he sets it up to where it takes a picture with a timer and you both pose

After it was done, he looked at the photo and somehow it blurred

he just thought it was a small mistake and tried again

second time, same result

this is where his temper slowly rises and it's shown every time it fails

and after about the 20th time , he smashes the camera

you attempt to calm him down and offered to use your phone

he agrees because he trusts you more than a dumb camera

after you took the photo, he was very happy , it looked wonderful

he didn't care about the camera anymore, he just cared that he got a good photo

I hope you enjoyed!

[wooahaes]

congrats on 100!! would you be able to write for yedam, jeongwoo, or haruto? 🥺

tysm!

the best parts of love.

pairing: non-idol!yedam x gn!reader

word count: 0.7k~

warnings: n/a (except for the fact that he’s down bad-)

Most of the time, you and Yedam could escape whatever shmuck was interviewing strangers on the street just by keeping your heads down and walking fast enough. Whether they were students on a mission to try and make people aware of whatever rising issue was going on (sometimes a worthy cause, in your opinion, until it ends up being some guy trying to convince people that crypto is the next big thing and will return better than ever), other times its whatever loser deciding that their YouTube channel is worth more than the comfort of strangers who are just trying to go about their day. People like that were the reason the two of you avoided certain areas of your campus, and certain busy places in the city. But he had wanted to take you out to a nice place in the city (nice as in the food was good and cheap, nothing too fancy), and you’d been waiting for hours for him to finish his vocal choir rehearsal, so you agreed to it easily enough. This was meant to make it up to you for rehearsal running too late, despite that being completely out of his control. You weren’t about to turn down good food, especially with even better company.

And, of course, when you saw whatever random dude walking around with a fake microphone, you tried to tug Yedam in a different direction. The guy seemed to notice, gesturing to his cameraperson to follow his lead as he approached the two of you.

Before Yedam could politely try to excuse the two of you, a lie about a reservation on the tip of his tongue, the guy spoke up, “What’s the best part of being in love?”

See... You loved Yedam with your entire damn heart. Honestly, you felt pretty sure he felt the same way about you. And while that was a good thing...

That was also a bad thing, because Yedam could, and would, talk about you for hours if one of his friends made the mistake of asking the wrong questions. It was sweet, sure, but definitely not good when you were starving and you could smell street food... Even if the cute, cheesy smile on his face was a welcome sight.

“There’s a lot of good things,” he said, taking the microphone as he rocked on his heels a little, squeezing your hand slightly. “They’re always there for me when I need them to be,” he started, “and I know I can depend on them when I need help with writing music.” He looked back at you, still smiling that pretty, bright smile. You buried your face in his jacket sleeve, only to hear him continue on with the story of how you brought him tea and soup when he was sick once and that it was sweet how much you took care of him.

“Yedam--” You tried to interject, squeezing his hand a little tighter--both out of pure embarrassment and as a way to get him to hurry up.

Yet he had already started on another story, talking about how you forgave him when he spilled iced coffee on you during your first date, and that he loved how understanding you could be. It was nice to be understood, and he thought that was something that came with loving someone. Another tug on his hand earned a glance from him, only for him to chuckle at how flustered you were becoming. “And--”

You reached out, yanking the cameraperson’s phone from their grasp. You cut off the recording there, and hold it back for a moment. “Delete this and I’ll pay you ten dollars.”

The two exchange a glance, and you watch them delete it before pulling out your wallet. Yedam watched you, lost as you pulled out two fives and shoved it into their hands before grabbing his and pulling him away.

“Did I do something wrong?”

You looked back at him. “I don’t want the internet to call you a simp.”

Thankfully, Yedam knew that you were his soft spot based off the times that he’d get started on talking about you and someone would groan. It didn’t bother him, to be honest: he had you. That was enough to brighten his mood back up. Even if he couldn’t tell everyone every wonderful thing about you, he still had you. He laughed, pressing your knuckles against his lips.

“See? You always think about me,” he said, swinging your hands. “That’s why I love you.”

“That wasn’t even the question, Damie!”