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atxxokirina · 11 months

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Unspoken Words PT. 2 — (18+ MDNI)

Neteyam x Mute fem Metkayina reader

part one here

contains: SMUTTY SMUT SMUT, dom Neteyam, p in v, degrading, tummy buldge, oral (f receiving), creampie, very slight aftercare

author's note! (italic is used to symbolize when you, Neteyam, or anyone else are using sign language)

Your eyes flutter open, the bright sun shining through your Marui waking you. You look your your right, seeing Neteyam's body sprawled out on the cot, your head rested on his arm as it was wrapped around you. Carefully, you lift his arm over you, placing it back down softly to ensure that he stays sleeping. You stood up and stretched your limbs, quietly yawning as you keep your eye on Neteyam laying on his back, mouth wide open as he snores.

Since it's early, you figure you might as well get something to eat while you still can. Grabbing your gear, you throw it around your shoulder and give your mate a tiny kiss on the cheek before leaving. "See you soon, my love."

You make your way to the water, stepping in knee deep as you scope out for fish, readying your catching net just in case. As you continued to carefully examine the clear water, your eye catches something. A fully blue fish with with multicolored fins, floral flushed orange and yellow. You throw out the net, scooping it up and holding it to your face as you studied it's properties.

It was an interesting shape to say the least, large pincher's at it's mouth, while it kept an oval-like shape. Sloapek. You don't see these around too often, but you're happy to have caught it for you and your mate.

As you were traveling back to the common square, you hear a faint calling of your name. "Y/n!" Your ears twitch back, looking around, but you still didn't see anyone. That was, until you felt a tap on your shoulder. Turning around in an instant, you're met with Tsireya who's beaming at you."Tsireya, hello! It's nice to see you." You sign, smiling wide as your tail stills in content.

"It is nice to see you too, y/n! You are never out this early, is everything alright?" She asks, concern written all over her face. You nod. "I am fine. I just wanted to get something for Neteyam and I, see?" You hold up the net and her face drops in awe. "Sloapek!? Oh, I'm so jealous! I never see them anymore!" You held back a giggle as she spoke, nodding with a pleased look on your face. "You must have worked hard for this, I'm proud of you!" You awkwardly smile, knowing that it took you less then 2 minutes. "I should get back to Neteyam. He's might be missing me right about now."

"Oh, mhm! See you later, y/n!" You wave before going back to your Marui. As you approach the entrance, you get a glimpse of Lo'ak inside, he's sitting on your cot while Neteyam stands. As you were about to step in, you hear one of them speak.

"So, does she really not talk?" Lo'ak asked Neteyam.

"I mean, no. Not really.. She speaks with her hands."

"Shit, man. That's so weird.. how do you guys fuck?" You winced at his words, feeling shameful for yourself. "I don't know how you do it bro." He chucked.

"Don't say that." Neteyam defends. "..and we don't fuck, honestly. I don't know how to tell her and, plus, I don't wanna hurt her." He playfully scoffed, folding his arms. In all honesty, you wanted to expirience such things with him, but you never had the courage to ask. Your relationship consisted of pristine love, and though you have been together for a few months, neither of you made a move.

Not wanting to hear any more, you finally walk in. Greeting Lo'ak with a small head bow as you set down your net. Giving your mate with a short, but passionite kiss. "Y/n, hey baby." He pulls you into a hug, wrapping his arm around your waist. "Hey y/n." Lo'ak mumbled. "I'm gonna get going but, it was nice to see you- y/n. And, talk to you later bro." Before leaving, he pulls his brother into a breif handshake. "Tell her." He whispers in Neteyam's ear, gone right after.

Neteyam's body flushes with anxiousness, rubbing his hands together. You took the rest of your gear off, wrapping your coiled curls into a low ponytail and bending down to reach for the fish that sat in the net. "Wait, before you do that-" Neteyam starts. You freeze in your position, turning your head to look at him and holding your palm out. "What is it?" His mouth opens and closes before speaking. "Y/n, are you.. a virgin? Like, have you ever had sex before?" A lump formed in your throat as you gulp. You weren't quite sure what to say, you didn't really want to answer him. "No." You avoid eye contact, looking down as you go back to your standing position. "I have not."

Neteyam seemed taken aback by your response, his lips quivered for a moment. "Do you, want to?" He blurts out

You instantly shot him a look, the breath you had being sweeper from your lungs. A part of you wanted to. So badly.. but the other part was petrified of how it might turn out. Would it hurt you? Would you hurt him? What if you do something wrong? He holds your chin with his two fingers, turning your head to him as he stares down at you.

"I'll make it easy for you.. we can even go slow, how about that?" His melodic tone filled your ears, practically making you melt before him. You blink a few times, feeling like your heart was going to shoot out of your chest. He was patient with your response, letting you take your time before making this important decision. Hesitantly, you nod. He smiles and kisses your forehead. "Great," he starts. "You'll feel so good, I promise, okay?" Neteyam kisses you again. "Okay" Even though it was sign, he could tell that you were still scared. He reassures you by pulling you into a hug, you buried your head in his chest.

The scent he gave off never failed to chill your nerves. "I love you, y/n. I would never do anything to hurt you, okay?" He softly pulls back by your shoulders, facing down. You held a hand up, closing your middle finger, but keeping your pink, index, and thumb up. "I love you too."

"I have to get to my training session, but I will be back at eclipse." He ruffles your hair, earning a warm smile from you as he rushed out of the Marui.

Several hours have passed. It's almost eclipse and you can't stop your anxiety from building. You pace around the room, trying to take deep breaths and focus on anything else, but it was damn near impossible. You sit down as your mind raced, nervously fiddling with your hands. Closing your eyes, you inhale through your nose and exhale with your mouth. After a few huffs, your rushing heart starts to slow down. You lay back now, sighing and looking at your ceiling. And just as you started to relax, "Hey baby.." You ears perked at the deep voice your hear. Sitting up on your elbows, you try to smile, Neteyam sets his gear down, slowly walking toward your small frame. There's a certain look in his eye, it's dark, and it scares you.

He climbs onto the cot, hovering over you. "Are you ready for me?" He says lowly, and you can almost feel his arousal. You nod twice, slight fear in your expression. Neteyam brings his head down to your chest, tugging at your top with his teeth, causing you to shudder. "Don't be scared," He licks a stripe and your breath hitches. "It's just me." Right after saying that, he tears your top with his fangs, your pupils dilate in shock. He was an entirely different person.

He snakes his hand up to your hard nipples, squeezing your right bud as he spit on your left one, toungue circling your areola. You close your eyes, soft pleasure begins to overcome you. You've never had the urge to make a sound until now, you don't want to, but it's almost impossible to control. "H-hmh.." You mewl. Neteyam notices and his ear twitches, you felt his grin as he continues to suckle on your tits. He now brought his hand down to your loincloth, rubbing your cunt through the fabric as he grazes the formed wet spot. "Already so wet, hm? Such a good girl." He hums, words vibrating your sensitive nipples. Expertly, he unties his own, throwing it off. He comes up from your breasts, and you're met with his large, dark blue cock. Purple veins protruding as it twitches for more. It almost looks.. painful?

Your eyes were wide. "You can touch it, it's okay baby." He reassures. You slowly reach out to his member with your index finger, the second you touch the tip, it twitches again. You quietly gasp, he chuckled at your reaction. "That's how it reacts, pretty. Don't worry." He cupped your cheek, kissing your lips with desire. "Take this off for me", he tugs at the waistband of your loincloth. You comply, lifting your hips to untie it, trying to ignore your shakey hands.

Neteyam shimmy's your cloth down, bringing his head to your wet and glistening heat with a deep inhale. He slides his finger up your folds. "Mm.. so fucking wet baby, I think you're ready for me, wouldn't you say so?" He teases, scissoring you open with his digits as he makes out with your clit. Pleasure overwhelms you, hips subconsciously bucking up to him as you held back your noises, but he could fainty hear you. "Yeah? You speak now, hm?" Your eyes squeeze shut as his pace quickens, now shoving his two fingers inside of you and pumping them with a fast pace. "Uh huh.." You quietly whimper, he feels more than accomplished at the dirty sounds you make. "That's fucking right baby", he curls his digits, massaging your spongey walls, earning a gasped "Nghh!" from you. "Juust like that." He pulled his fingers out, sucking them clean with a pop.

Neteyam pulls your hips toward him, fisting his cock a couple times before aligning it with your entrance. He notices the twang of worry in your face. "You'll love this baby, I'll make you scream my fucking name." He promised. It made you quite nervous, but nonetheless, you nod at him and close your eyes. Without warning, his fat cock is forcing it's way inside of you, inch by inch, knocking the wind from your lungs.

Your eyes flew open, mouth agape at the feeling. He grunts, enjoying the way your delicious pussy is wrapped around him. "Mhmm, yeah.." Neteyam moaned while grinding his hips into you. "Am I making you feel good? Huh?" He growls. You can't sign, and you can't respond in any way. He uses this to his advantage, pulling out and plunging himself back into you, a loud and long moan escapes from your mouth, he smirks as he pumps his cock upward, hitting your sweet spot. Every. Time.

You squeeze your eyes shut, quietly cursing and whining under your breath. "Fuck! Oh fuck, Neteyam.." You repeat with a quiet breath, followed up by another moan, unknowingly making such lewd noises. "You can do better than that." He groans, fucking you faster as the sounds of your bodies coming together filled the room. "Hmmmh, so good! Sosososo g-ood.." You whimper, no longer caring about whether or not you speak, you just need him. More than you ever have before.

You wrappes your arms around his neck, pulling him in closer. "More. I need you." You mewl. "Beg." He demanded, slowly fucking up into you. "P-please.. Nete.. yam." You moaned, "I want you, I want you! S-so fucking bad!" You cry out, breath shaky. "That's what I wanna hear." He huffs, pace increasing gradually. Your pussy clenches around him, exuding wet squelching noises. You whine, begging for something, but you don't know what.

He fucking loves the way you've let go. The intimacy and tension is building between the two of you. He scoffs at how you're still trying to supress your moans, as if you weren't just begging him to fuck you harder a minute ago. "Cmon, let me hear you." He thrusts harder, looking down at your tummy to see his cock poking out with each thust me makes. "Don't try to be all quiet now, you're not so innocent as I thought, huh? You're still a slut. A nasty slut who just needed to be fucked like this, aren't you?" You whine, moans coming out even when you try to stop.

He grabs your hand, placing it on your stomach. "Look at it", he grunts, holding your hand on the reappearing buldge. You watch the way his cock made contact with your tummy, pressing down on it at every chance you get. You felt so incredibly full, each pump in your pussy leaving you breathless. "Mmm.." Neteyam moans through gritted teeth. "Yeah. Keep your hand right there, don't you dare fucking move it." You whimper in response, tears forming in your eyes from the pleasure.

An unfamiliar feeling forms around your core. Your muscles tighten as you feel light. "Uhh! Nete- Neteyam.. I feel weird", You whine, pleading for him to stop whatever he was doing to make your body react this way. "Shh, shh, shh, baby, it's f-fine." His hips staggered inside of you. You truthfully felt like you had to pee. This can't be right. The feeling grew stronger, you can't control your body in it's essance anymore. You need something, some kind of relief. It's building up and it won't stop. "Ngghhh, more! Fuck! Harder, faster!" You moaned, fucking yourself up again him. He picks you up, holding your ass and making you straddle him as his hips slammed back into you. Making you scream and cry in pleasure as you meet his thrusts.

"Almost. Almost, almost, almost", you repeat like a mantra. "Me too baby. Fffuckk, I'm almost there. Gonna paint your insides, give you my seed." Neteyam gracefully moans, it was music to your ears. Suddenly, your pussy clenches around him. Way tighter than before. You gasp and wince. "Ah! Neteyammm!!" You moan your mates name, squeezing your arms around him. Just in time, he stops his movements all together, bursting his warm load inside of you with a low sigh, followed by another small thrust. You felt a heat form in your womb, pure bliss as he filled you up.

Your body goes limp, falling back down on the cot and curling up into yourself. Feeling worn out, like all of your energy had been drained from you. Out of breath, Neteyam lays beside you, gently running his hands across your curves. "You okay baby? You're not hurt or anything?" He checks. You answer with a quiet hum. He turns your face to him, pecking your lips as he briefly glanced down at your cunt, looking at his cum slightly pouring out.

He sighs in content. "Come, let's go get you cleaned up." He stands from the cot and slips his loincloth back on, then bending down to pick you up, throwing you over his shoulder as he secures you "I'm tired, Teyam.." You mumble quietly. "It's alright, I'll take care of you. Just rest." He reassures, tone soothing and low as he brings you to a secluded cave to clean you up.

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missyandthemisfits · 2 months

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Thinking about the toman guys (and anyone else) with a reader who is naturally pretty/beautiful. Looks like a literal angel but they’re mischievous af. Like they never get caught because they look so innocent. Like how could their little angel ever beat up some girl who tried flirting with them? Like literally brat. Petty af and instigators. Lmao

A/N as a demon in disguise myself 🫣 non-chan I am VERY happy you sent this!

Sweet Angel

Mikey's eyes widened a bit at meeting Angel girl, but then he smiles and approached her with relative ease, telling her outright how beautiful she is - some girls are intimidated by the invincible Mikey but strangely enough, Angel is not, giving him an angelic smile. It's a little blinding. Everything from her movements, to the way she interacted was just ethereal to him and he could literally just sit and watch her operate for hours. He's pretty quick to ask her out honestly. Thinks the dynamic is a little wild until he hears about Y/N one day from some girls passing by on the street, one a lot worse off than the other, both teary eyed and clearly frustrated. He stops and questions them and they hesitate, looking over their shoulders before their faces scrunch up. They don't explain much only that they "Really shouldn't be talking to him" and ran off, prompting more questions. On his way to fetch Angel he thinks he's got it pieced together.

"Y/N. Those girls from the other day, did you-,"Mikey almost misses the smirk but it's gone as he does a double take. She finally turns to him but there's something alot less sweet in her cherry smile.

"Hmm? Not sure what you might be referring to, Mikey-kun!"

And things get alot more interesting for him, truly all about it his wicked Angel. •

Draken was a pretty straightforward kind of guy, someone who would tell you if something was right or wrong, someone who would chastise you for taking things further than they probably should have gone - it was for this reason that Angel decided to keep him out of the loop on this particular occasion. He was almost taken aback by how pretty this Angel was but had a sneaking suspicion there was more to her than what she presented. He was right of course and this suspicions were confirmed when instead of "getting upset" about the girls flirting with the taller boy as if she wasn't there, she kept a smile on, going as far as grabbing the girls hands and pulling them along with her. The girls never came back but Y/N looked much more relieved somehow.

"Friends of yours?"

"Not at all." She smiles but her tone was as direct as ever, "Ou, there's an ice cream stand over there! Can we get some please??"

She pouted and he relented, silently sweating when he caught the sight of her bloodied knuckles, dainty hands placed almost stealthily into her sweat pockets.

He worries a lot more that he lets on about the Demon-like Angel, but she knows that already.

•

Mitsuya is loaded with patience and understanding, kindness and warmth really not that common within his circle of friends and acquaintances. He takes notice of her beauty instantly, but is coy about it, not wanting to scare the (seemingly) innocent girl off - he was technically a delinquent after all. He enjoys getting to know her; her kindness, her sweet nature, her ability to nurture those around her - but even after they started dating, there was this gut feeling, something he can't quite put his finger on about her, something important he feels is a missing piece of the puzzle that is Y/N. He's working on some sketches for a new design he's been playing with the idea of when a couple very eager girls approach him. It wasn't uncommon for some of his classmates or even some of the younger girls to try and worm their way into his life on a very... personal level, but he was always quick to shut it down, politely of course. These two underclassmen hadn't quite got that message though- Y/N wrapped her arms around his middle, eye contact never once breaking with the girls, stern as she said "He's spoken for." They're so intimidated they drop a few papers on their way to the door, of which Angel is happy to return, arms around the girls followed by a hushed tone.

"The next time you lot decide to try and take something that doesn't belong to you, I won't be so nice. Understood?" Had he heard that correctly?

Y/N is starry eyed and playful as she heads back over and he raises a brow.

"Should I be worried...?" She shakes her head, placing butterfly kisses on his fingertips.

"Just girl talk~"

Part of him is really flattered someone so pretty would be so possessive over him, the other part is a little worried about the other girls.

Angel is full of surprises.

•

Hakkai was a hard sell, awkward and uncomfortably shy, especially around the effervescent Angel - who was he to even speak to someone so gorgeous? To look at her? But after many attempts on Angels part at breaking the ice, and many more swift kicks from his beloved older sister, there was a breakthrough and a relationship was born not long after the friendship was finally established. He was so very sweet, so gentle - when he actually got the nerve to touch her, that is. He was always so hesitant about it, never wanting to cause her any sort of harm. There were times other girls approached him, random ones - and though it was rude, he didn't really interact with them at all, their poking and prodding in vain. Y/N had of course taken it upon herself to handle the situation, unknowingly. He'd heard various rumors about his Angel; A true Demon in disguise but it was nothing he could vouch for, not having seen it personally. He chalked it up to bullshit and hearsay, nothing more - a pack of petty jealous strangers. And why would she ever trouble her sweet boyfriend with the goings on of a few wayward girls? He had enough to worry about.

Ignorance is bliss as they say, and his Angel made him incredibly happy - that's all that mattered.

•

Baji had only really had 2 crushes in the entirety of his life; one in primary school and one in middle school - neither of which he confessed to. Those crushes were nothing compared to the intense feeling in his chest at just the sight of Y/N, an Angel among men. It was downright embarrassing and he kicked himself out of his daze, forced his breathing to settle, and ignored the fluttering in his stomach when she approached him all smiles.

"Keisuke Baji, right? I've heard a lot about you - you're cuter than they say. Wanna go out sometime?"

And just like that, they were an item, a power couple if you will. Truthfully, any response even hinting at him focusing on school died on his tongue, just so taken by her beauty and her boldness. He was doomed from the start. His arm is around her waist so much there are people who actually think it might be glued there - nope he's just very into showing her off. That said, there exist girls/women who would try to take those who are already taken, not very smart on their part... one of his subordinates rounds the corner, sprinting to Baji and saying something along the lines of "Someone is fighting Y/N" his mind goes almost blank as he pushes past him only to come to his girl's side and realize there's nothing to see. Her hands are behind her back, all smiles, as the girls in question scurry off, prominent bruises. He's got questions but he doesn't know if she's gonna give any answers.

Still, he'd be lying if he said it didn't make Angel that much hotter.

•

Chifuyu for all intents and purposes is very much a dork - and most are aware of that even when he tries his best to be this hard, cool delinquent. He thinks he's gotta be that guy to have even half a chance with the ladies so when an Angel approaches him in a manga shop, he's thrown completely off guard. She's probably the most beautiful girl he's ever seen and he's sweating instantly. Luckily for him, she seems to have a dorky side herself, smiling as she rants about the latest issue of [manga name]. The fact that she's into similar things makes it much easier for him to warm up and before he knows it, he's confessing unexpectedly. He doesn't even have time to stress about the outburst because there's an immediate 'yes' to his ask and he actually goes 'really?'. Thinks he's the luckiest dude to ever live with Y/N on his arm and still can't quite fathom why him, but he tries his absolute best to make her happy, and he really does. He's so entranced by her, grinning like a fool while taking in her beauty, doesn't even notice the lingering touch of another girl, desperate for his attention while she thanks him for his purchase. If looks could kill, Angel might be behind bars, but Chifuyu is somehow none the wiser, even after the rumors start springing up. He might get around to asking about them...one day.

But for now, he really couldn't care less if Angel had beat that girl up or not, somehow writing it off completely.

•

Nahoya was confident, even when he wasn't - and most people steered clear of the excitable twin, knowing better than to get involved with someone so clearly dangerous. Y/N was not those people. She approached out of the blue one day, completely in awe of the motorcycles parked outside of her parent's bakery/home. He gave her his signature grin, cool despite the heat in his cheeks at her proximity. She was definitely flirting with the older twin - and to no one's surprise, he flirted back. He was almost intimidated by her beauty, her Angel face, but he was never one to back down from a challenge. To his surprise, getting the girl was far less challenging than he thought initially - she was just as into him as he was into her. A total bragger, he purposely shows her off constantly, a lazy arm draped around her middle, fingertips dangerously low on her hips - always testing the boundaries. His Angel does mind it one bit. What she does mind is the fact that every now and then, he entertains the flirting of another, not accepting any advances but not really shooing them away either. It's rather annoying, honestly... He's a little surprised to hear of the hearsay that starts to circulate, the news that Y/N would beat the breaks off anyone who thought they might stand a chance with her Smiley. Curious, he tests this and gets his answers - very amusing answers that he asks her about playfully.

"Huh? Me? Well I would certainly never hit anyone who didn't absolutely deserve it, but beating people up for no reason is just mean!" She's got this cutesy look on her face but he recognizes that mischievous glint all too well, but he only laughs with a nonchalant 'Sure,sure.'

He loves that his Angel fights for him, even if it's in secret - because God knows he does the same for her.

•

Souya looks as though he truly belongs in a gang, angry facial expressions giving 'fuck off' without actually having to say anything at all. Any conversation with him though, even one in passing, let's people know otherwise - he was very polite and very kind, though also very reserved. He wasn't exactly shy but the case of Angel was very different for him. He found himself wholly intimidated by her beauty alone, so to find she was also very sweet and loving? It made him something of a wreck internally. He was thrown off balance completely by how nice and friendly she was with him, even at the start. She would always ask for his opinion on things, gift him small things like cellphone straps and keychains, and even go out of her way to greet him and rope him into conversations. He hadn't experienced anything like it before so of course he developed feelings. But alas, pretty girls didn't go for boys like him - or so he had convinced himself. Takes him a full minute to process this Godsent being had just asked HIM out. Nearly shuts down. But sweet Y/N quite literally holds his hand through it - though that doesn't really help steady his heart rate...like at all. He fawns over his Angel like no other, really truly spoiling her with food and gifts galore. He's so very attentive and cuddly (once he gets passed the initial embarrassment) it's honestly the cutest thing. Y/N honestly hadn't expected anyone to flirt with Angry, his expression more than enough to ward people off...but they did. Poor boy doesn't even realize it's happening. He thanks the random girl for the napkins and innocently asks why there's a number on them - Angel isn’t having it. Souya asks about the rumors only after seeing the cuts and bruises on her knuckles, tentatively placing bandaids on her delicate fingers.

"I only wanted to make sure she knew you were already seeing someone, that's all..." She pouts teary eyed and he's putty in her scrapped hands, assuring her that it was fine and just to be more careful, very flattered by the entire ordeal.

He's so sweet on this Angelic Creature that he absolutely won't do anything about it, but he will encourage a healthier way of expressing her discomfort.

•

Kazutora is a bit of a flirt when he wants to be, but can flip it off just as quickly as he turned it on if he’s no longer interested or just plain bored. It scratches the itch of wanting to be wanted while keeping people at a comfortable distance. Yea, all of that is thrown out the window when he meets a real life Angel in Y/N. He’s great a reading people and can tell when they’re being nice as some fake gesture or show - this beauty is free from all that, which is fairly rare itself. But she takes it a step further, going out of her way to be extra kind to him, through words and actions, somehow giving him a reason to believe in humanity again. It’s actually pretty jarring for him. So much so he takes a step back for a moment or two, only to realize he’s already kind of hooked on her affection and attention (Being starved for affection will do that). Can’t keep his eyes off her, the thoughts of her at bay, and after weeks of deliberation, he confesses and she knows then he’s sort of fighting himself on that. But as always, she’s peachy when she grabs his hand carefully, continuing to the train station. Their first date is somewhere completely unserious like an amusement park or fair. He’s well aware that the girl at the ticket booth is flirting but he just completely ignores it, almost snatching the tickets for extra convincing. She takes the hint but just the audacity - Angel waits for her after work with more than a few words while Kazutora makes his way to a nearby restroom. He’s out just in time to see Y/N waving off a clearly terrified young woman. He puts it together fairly quickly and finds it hysterical.

He’s truly thankful for his Angel, but that doesn’t mean he isn’t gonna tease her about it every now and then.

•

Taiju is a man who knows exactly what he wants and what he wanted was Y/N. A Godly man, he’s got a thing for good girls - obedient girls you could say. Is actively working on himself as a person/businessman when Angel falls out of the sky – or in this case, stumbles back into his strong arms. He’s pretty surprised but he blinks as Angel apologizes. He assures the beauty that he’s fine and then asks if she’s alright. He’s almost in awe at how unreal she seems, how delicate her features, how sweet her smile. He’s staring with those intimidating eyes and all she does is smile, saying something along the lines of “You sure you’re okay? I can make it up to you if you let me take you out.” He’s got some pretty old-school ways about him so he firmly believes that the MAN should ask the WOMAN out (whatever), but how could he not forgive such beautiful bravery? He was delighted to find this Angel, Y/N, was just as sweet inwardly as she was outwardly. She would give without asking, care without expectation, and it pushed him want to give everything to her, his soul included. Believe it or not, Taiju had received many confessions over the years and although before Y/N he couldn’t care less about any of them, he still turned them down as gently as possible. That said, Angel wasn’t having any of that. Y/N was actually rather impatient at times, waiting right good until Taiju had turned his back before kicking the random stranger in her shin, smile still intact. There was a small yelp but the oldest Shiba only spared a parting glance as his Angel latched her beautiful self onto his arm once more.

Whatever damage his Angel caused was of no consequence to him, for everything she did was for his sake.

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itsnothingofinterest · 27 days

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Hey 👋 been a while, hope you're doing well?

Regarding the recent bnha chapter, and the ones before it, does it feel like the way things are going that everyone is kind of missing the "point"?

Because yeah, it's great for Deku to finally be seen as a "rising" hero that also inspires everyone, with them all fighting together and the civilians cheering them on.

But is all of that really so different from when All-might fought AFO at kamino? With the heroes helping All-might win and everyone else cheering him on?

It feels like everything has gone in one giant circle up to this point...

It doesn't seem like anyone (except for ochako, shoto and maybe Deku depending on what he does with shigaraki now) has really changed or learned anything.

(Aizawa is in a weird place because kurogiri is doing all work for him by glitching out and helping the heroes now, so aizawa can see that shirakumo is still in there, so he just acknowledges that.)

Because It's true that the civilians did try to "help" the heroes in a recent chapter but looking past the symbolism, all they actually did was give Deku a shirt and the other heroes some bandages or something, it wasn't very moving in my opinion.

And the hero side may take a more nuanced kind of view, with how they deal with aoyama and lesser villains like gentle and la brava, but that doesn't really help anything either.

Because aoyama was practically a hostage and gentle/la brava were the least "villainous" villains ever.

Can I ask what you think about all this?

Hey good to see you too, and yeah I 100% get what you mean. I don't want to act like I didn't like the chapter for the spectacle, but it is lacking something; and I think it's the sense of progress and improvement you're talking about. Because the chapter feels like it wants to have that, but i just don't feel it does.

And so, though I find the chapter rather fun & inoffensive on the whole, I'm still gonna throw some of what I will politely call constructive criticism at it and the last few before it for a bit if you're giving me the chance to.

These past few chapters have just been tossing all else to the side to get all gung ho about Deku and his hero allies becoming the greatest heroes, the heroes they were always meant to be (the kind of black & white story you'd expect AFO to usher in)...and I'm just not feeling it. I mean the team-up montage trivializing all of AFO's moves was cool but I got all style, no substance from it. Just typical hero stuff, comparable as you said to All Might with the other pros at Kamino.

It's like, I've been feeling this real want from both the readers and these latest chapters to say that Deku is surpassing All Might, and this is the moment where it's happening. 422 even talks about Deku's having a 'weakness' All Might lacked let him get up again and inspire others to get up again. But I've said before; Deku hasn't done anything All Might wouldn't in the same circumstance, and I think people who believe otherwise tend to assume AM was a lot less kind & a lot more independent, and Deku a lot less independent, than they are. Plus, All Might was the king of inspiring other heroes and he had to be literally paralyzed to stop fighting so what's that even about?

(Thinking about it; the problem might be that the manga wants to say Deku is more inspiring than AM; but the group we see him inspire to action most by far is fellow heroes, the same group All Might too most inspired to action.)

So yeah, it feels on the whole like we've just come full circle with our wheels spinning where I was hoping we'd move forward by now. And maybe there are a few exceptions where you could see some change, but even for them I question how much.

For one thing: I’m honestly not sure how much of Deku and Shoto’s more nuanced behaviour to their villain foils is from them being better heroes and what’s from Touya and Tenko being exceptions to them. Like, how will Shoto treat the next Dabi he meets if they aren’t his sibling? How will Deku treat a Tomura Shigaraki type that he can’t psychically see the inner child of? Ochako's the only one going against the grain just for the sake of a villain, and even then, it's not like we can expect repeat results. Fun as it sounds, she probably can't date every abused girl she meets and send off to jail.

Not to mention these past few chapters haven't even had any talk of villain saving anyway; no one has come here to save Tomura. I mean, Deku might (though sadly even his intentions must now be qualified with a 'might') but everyone else is here to save their fellow hero and beat the big bad; same as ever.

The civs haven't done anything too noteworthy or out of expectations we would've had for them in the early arcs either: just provide small help ranging from medical aid to one guy's shirt, and then sit back like a cheer squad for the next symbol/pillar while the heroes rush forward to do all the work, inspired by that same symbol/pillar. Maybe that's more than they would've done without the events of ch. 323~325...but that thought is mostly just depressing.

Even the cases of Gentle, La Brava, and Nagant don’t seem like these signs of progress to me; because I’ve said it before, but police asking criminals to catch worse criminals is normal. This has been standard procedure throughout. And Aoyama shouldn't even count and I'm almost angry that the story thinks he does.

Something that kind of caps off all this is how All Might talks about how Deku is his greatest hero; that line Deku was always eventually meant to embody (and apparently always did to AM). And cool as that is to confirm he's met all of All Might's expectations, it also feels like it's saying he's ended his arc; at this point where, if you ask me, he's only gone so far as to match All Might at best in every department besides raw power. Which is fantastic as far as Deku's personal goals go, that's all he's ever wanted; but when it feels like the world of HeroAca needed a guy who could exceed All Might, would could lead the charge for a generation of heroes to exceed their predecessors, it’s a shame that’s a level they’re all content just to meet. And that small shame sours something that should be really cool.

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𝑨𝑳𝑳 𝑰𝑺 𝑭𝑨𝑰𝑹 𝑰𝑵 𝑳𝑶𝑽𝑬 𝑨𝑵𝑫 𝑾𝑨𝑹 - 𝐉𝐄𝐀𝐍 𝐊𝐈𝐑𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐈𝐍 𝐗 𝐁𝐋𝐀𝐂𝐊 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑 part two!

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content warning smut (they’re getting IN TO IT)

author’s note guys don’t laugh at me seriously. enjoy the little mature scene you got 😭 also thank you for the reposts and likes on the first post!

synopsis after the rumbling, you found yourself on your feet in your home town. you have a completely new life - you’re watching your country be built again and now you have a fiancé! what happens when a man from your past reaches out to you via letter?

Winter 858

Mister Ambassador,

Thank you so much for the job opportunity. My wife had told me about, you, a friend she had made before the Rumbling. Thank you for reaching out to her. Considering my previous line of work, I did hear a little bit about Paradis and their efforts from other Hizuran diplomats. We should connect personally some time.

I am interested in diplomat work but I'm worried about leaving Anahg. As time has gone on, we've grown at steady rate; with hardworking people and Hizuru's funds and service, we've been able to get up on our feet. There's still a lot of ways to go but we're getting there. My problem is turning my back on these people. I'm not even from here but yet they've found their trust in me as a leader. It'd be a bad look if I packed up and left, especially because the people of Anahg know of my love for the world. And I can't just leave my wife or move her again. She's been far away from Anahg and now she's finally home and we just got married. I'm honestly surprised that she pitched this offer to me.

I can't say yes to a new job right now, I'm sorry. But if you and the Alliance would like to visit Anahg, that'd be wonderful. Maybe we can build a partnership.

Thank you again,

Sebas Abe

Mr. Abe,

No, thank you for reaching out to me. Your wife has presented you as an amazing candidate and from asking around my Hizuran colleagues, I can tell they trust you too from how their eyes lit up from the mention of your name. I'd definitely be interested in connecting with you even if you can't take the job and I think I can work something out if you're interested in having the Alliance come to you.

I'm most definitely interested in visiting you, your wife, and Anahg.

I'll write again soon,

Jean Kirstein, Peace Ambassador

Dearest Jean,

My my, what a negotiator you are. Sebas was over the moon about your response today, as you already know. I'm also very excited. I'm interested in seeing you and touching you again. Are you still as handsome as you were a few years ago?

Are you for sure bringing more people with you? I want to see if I can get a moment alone with you. I feel that it might be impossible considering you're the one pitching this trip and it'd be inappropriate for you to disappear for a few hours. But we'll see.

If you were to visit, how long would you stay?

Missing you,

Y/N

Y/N,

I still feel handsome. I am worried though...I haven't done anything since you. It's really been me and my alone time, so I hope you aren't disappointed when I arrive. I can't wait to see you; I bet you're even more beautiful now.

I'd like to bring my friends from Paradis who established the Alliance but I'm worried they all won't be able to come with our situation with New Marley and Mainland Marley. It's either I bring a few of us and stay for a few weeks or even days or we wait a very long time as we have a few more places to visit before we can hit the Southern Regions.

In the past, and because of how recent the Rumbling was, I and multiple others have spent at least two years in New Marley and Mainland Marley. I've managed to come home because of my mother or because of holidays that have been planned previously. I know a few people love to stay for the entire period.

Jean Kirstein

Jean,

Don't worry, I'll get you up to speed. I'm very experienced now!

Bring as many as you can. Or just you. I doubt Sebas will have you running all over the place if it's just you. Also, why not ask some individuals from Hizuru? They'd love to visit him, no?

I'd do anything to see you every few days every month. I can't wait for years. I might even have to come to Paradis myself.

I need you. I need your air. He doesn't satisfy me. He doesn't leave me thinking about his performance for years, not even seconds. I'm always thinking about you; replacing his face with yours. I always have to stop myself from crying out your name. I only get the chance to when I'm alone.

Y/N

Darling,

From now on, I don't want to hear anything about you and him. I totally forgot that activity was a part of your marriage. Don't remind me.

As soon as I read your letter, I started talking to the others. Some of us have agreed to visit Anahg for a few days. I will write to your husband. Act as if you don't know. I will be seeing you soon, darling.

When I'm there, I'll take you. I'll give you the time you deserve. I'll perform for you. Just wait and keep me in mind.

Love,

Jean Kirstein

Spring 858

Dear Mr. Ambassador,

We're all excited about your arrival this upcoming week. I understand that a native, Onyankopon, is coming with you. I am eager to speak with him and so is my wife.

We have set up spaces for you and your colleagues and we will let you know once you arrive. You, however, will be staying with my wife and I.

I am so pleased with this visit. I hope we can make some progress.

Thank you,

Sebas Abe

Summer 858

The minute the Paradian Alliance members stepped foot within Anahg they were hit with humidity. Although they had lived on an island for most of their lives, the heat and humidity were nothing like Paradis. Regardless of the humidity, Jean was looking forward to his time here. He was going to take off his clothes anyway; the sooner the better.

Along with Jean came Onyankopon, Armin, and Connie. Considering that Libero was their home, Reiner, Annie, and Pieck stayed behind with others to finish negotiations in both Marleyian nations. The quartet in Anahg was greeted by a group of Anahgians who, by horse, led them to the Abe residence. The home wasn't as majestic as it sounded but it looked live-able and comfortable.

Onyankopon thanks the individuals who helped in their shared language and the four walk up to the front door. Jean is feeling jittery; not only is he worried about being caught but he doesn't know how he's going to react once he sees you. The last time you saw each other, he was leaving and he didn't dare to look you in the eye. After learning what you had been through during the Rumbling, he felt responsible. He could have just told you the truth and you could have gone home. But had you gone home, would you have been killed?

His thoughts dissolved once the front door opened and he was met by a woman. Her skin was melanated, her hair coily, and her face absolutely beautiful. Jean's eyes widen and his mouth parts. She's looking up at him with the same look on her face.

"Y/N," he breathes. Instinctively, you find yourself wrapping your arms around his torso. Jean takes this as an opportunity to bow his head and take in your air. If only he could kiss you. The moment feels like it could last forever.

"Mr. Kirstein." The two move away from each other like two positive magnets. Sebas enters. He shakes the Alliance's hands one by one and reaches Jean last. You move back, eyes still on Jean, missing the touch of his torso, longing to be attached to him once more. Sebas's handshake with Jean is firm. "I'm so glad to finally meet you. Let's head inside." Sebas looks back at you, his wife. "Do you think you could get our guest something to drink?" Your eyes flicker over at Sebas and you almost forget how to speak. "Uh, uh...yeah."

You all begin to enter the home. It's still developing its story; The living room was a light shade of brown, full of seating and some plants. "You can wait here. I have tea, water, wine..." you start," The tea and water will take a while-" Sebas cuts in, "It's a little too early for wine don't you think? Just get them the tea and water." You nod but once you're about to walk off, Jean opens his mouth. "I'll actually take some wine. I know it's a diplomatic visit...kind of but..." He looks over at Armin sheepishly. Armin refuses to look at him but then sighs and shakes his head looking down. Trying to hold back a chuckle, he mutters, "You're ridiculous." Sebas looks over at you once more, "Just go ahead and get the wine." You look at Sebas, then Jean, and finally take your exit.

"I guess we can relax tonight. You all just got here, so I don't mind a little drinking. Just not too much though because I know all of you will be placed somewhere else and we want to make a good impression on your hosts. Throughout the next few days, I'll show you around," Sebas explains.

You return with two bottles and five glasses. Everyone thanks you verbally but Jean says nothing. His eyes only stay on you.

After many introductions and drinking, Sebas had gone out with Onyankopon, Armin, and Connie to show them where they'd be sleeping for the next few days, leaving you with Jean. He had gone to the guest room to put his stuff down. You were in the kitchen, trying to figure out the plan for dinner. Coming up with something was much harder now with technology being very wonky these past few years and it didn't help that she didn't know what Jean wanted.

You turned around, ready to call him downstairs but there he was leaning on the doorframe of the kitchen. "Jean," you breathe. He starts walking towards you, steps getting faster and bigger each time until he has one hand on your neck and the other on your back. Your lips meet his, desperate for him. Jean lifts you and places you on the counter. He pushes your legs back and lowers himself. Jean pushes your underwear aside to get a look at your core. You were getting wetter and needier by the moment. "Jean..." you mewled. Jean looks up at you. "Be patient, baby. I'm just getting a good look at you." You whine at his words, clearly growing impatient. Your aching and yearning dissolved once you felt his tongue running over your slit. Your body trembles in excitement, unsure on how to work itself. He laps at your cunt but then stops remembering you were both on a time limit. He comes up and kisses you a few more times.

"I need you desperately," you whisper, placing your forehead on his. Jean kisses your nose then proceeds to unbuckle and pull down his pants. "I'll make it quick." He strokes himself up and down against you before applying pressure. Naturally, you take him in. Jean grabs at your side, letting out a pained sigh before setting a pace. You immediately grab onto his cheek and bring him in for another quick kiss.

By the minute his pace picks up and you're so close! You start to gasp, ready to release when Jean suddenly stops. He gives you a panicked look - the front door is opening. He pulls out of you and bends over to pull his pants up and get situated. You get off the counter with slightly shaky legs from the experience and the anxiety of Sebas on his way.

"Do you have a towel or-" Jean cuts himself off once he grabs a rag and wipes the part of the counter where they partially did the deed off. He shoves it in your hand unsure of what to do with it. Both of your faces are flushed, unsure of if Sebas will crack the code on day one.

He walks in, smiling, then it drops. "You haven't made dinner, yet?" he asks. You're using the counter to support you. "I-I-" You don't stutter because you're nervous but because you still have Jean on your mind. One moment, he had you feeling euphoric and now he has you trembling from his force. You look over at him. "It's my fault. She called me over to talk about it and we ended up having a conversation about my life in Paradis and what we've been up to these past years. I totally forgot I was hungry," Jean replies quickly. He looks at you; you tell them thank you with your eyes.

"Mr. Kirstein, are you ok? You seem a little hot...out of breath almost?" Jean's eyes widened like he was about to shit a ton of bricks. "Is it the heat?" Jean coughs. "I think so. Sorry...Paradian summers are a bit lighter than Anahg's." Sebas's hands clasp together. "That's alright, let's sit down in the living room and relax." Jean nods and leaves immediately, feeling sheepish.

Sebas doesn't immediately follow and instead turns to you. "Make something," he says sternly, "Cereal, oatmeal, something! It's getting late." You bow your head in embarrassment. If you only had Jean a little longer.

Fall 858

Y/N,

I apologize for leaving you high and dry during our visit. Your husband is very passionate about Anahg and it's progress and from my point of view, a lot of work has to be done. My work mind turned on immediately and my focus was on the individuals that needed help. I'm sorry.

I had to get myself off so many times at the thought of you in so many different places during that trip. I wish we had more time to sneak off. I was either with Sebas or you were. I wish you could have been in the guest room with me but that would have been very suspicious. I wish we had more time together, so I could really give you a good welcome back.

Well, at least I got to see your face. You're beautiful. I think the sun in Anahg has done you a favor; you have this insane glow to you. And your hair is pretty. I'm just afraid to pull on it though.

Y/N, I want to ask you something, if it's not too inappropriate. Why is Sebas always talking to you that way? He's not cruel but his tone isn't kind either. Based on his positive tone in his letters and in person, I'm unsure about what exactly I witnessed.

Love,

Jean

My Dearest, Jean,

I’m starting to see your point about mentioning Sebas and our activities in our letters. But I find that calling him Sebas doesn’t make things easier. Let’s call him…Him.

Yes, I share your frustration. I couldn’t even satisfy myself. I need you physically. I wish he had given us more time to catch up; he knows of our friendship.

You’re equally as handsome, Jean. I find myself heating up at the thought of you…and a little jealous when I hear other women talk about the visit. I wish Him was as thoughtful as you are; he doesn’t bother asking about pulling my hair.

Him…well, he was sweet in the beginning - so I feel like the stress is getting to him. I understand. There’s been so much because of what your friend did. We’re losing our patience and missing our past lives. We just need a little patience and time. He can be kind sometimes.

Missing and yearning for you,

Y/N

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Raise a Little Hell

SUMMARY: It's your first Halloween with Joshua and his friends, and you're more than excited to win their famous costume contest. Just when you think you're bound for the trophy, the secret your boyfriend has been keeping dashes your hopes. PAIRING: Incubus!Joshua Hong x afab!reader GENRE: fluff, suggestive, crack AU/TROPE: demon au, halloween party WORD COUNT: 2.4k WARNINGS: implied alcohol use, not beta read RATING: PG A/N: AHHHHH HE'S FINALLY HERE!! I wanted to post this on Halloween, but alas. It was not finished. This is my contribution to my Evil Twins Halloween collab with @justhere4kpop, who also made me this really pretty banner so we could twin!! Go check out their companion fic, "Oh, Nurse!!" featuring Jeonghan here. There will be two more installments to this universe; Fall from Grace, the smut scene I omitted from this one, and Silk & Spice, a filthy prequel featuring both of the evil twins in all their demonic glory. divs, as usual, from the lovely @cafekitsune masterlist | join my taglist | buy me a coffee?

“You’re leaving in thirty minutes and you’re not even dressed yet.”

Joshua chuckled quietly, smoothing invisible wrinkles in his jacket before meeting Jeonghan’s gaze in the mirror. “I am dressed, actually. I’m a devil.” He smirked, letting his eyes settle into their natural red.

“Every day of your miserable, eternal existence, sure,” the elder hummed, shoving his hands in the pockets of his white lab coat. He’d gone as a doctor for reasons none of the boys could comprehend, and he was judging Joshua?

“It’s not like you didn’t take most of your costume out of your closet, too,” Joshua sighed, turning to level his brother-in-arms with a playful glare. “And I think I look dashing, thank you very much.”

“Look dashing another night. I thought you wanted to win the costume contest, and you’re not going to do that without a costume.” Sighing, the younger shoved his hands in his pockets, watching the gears turn in Jeonghan’s head. He blinked hard when they clicked together, huffing a disbelieving laugh. “You’re serious.”

“Yes, I’m serious! Y/N wanted to do a couples costume, an angel and a devil, and… I figured, as cliche as it is, it might make telling them easier.” His gaze flickered down as he gnawed at his lip, wincing as his fang pierced the inside of it. “This way they can see I’m not lying.”

His friend flashed him a wary look, but nodded. “Be careful. You know the rules.”

Joshua’s expression steeled and he gave a single, curt nod. “She’ll know before she enters the house.”

A knock at the door of your apartment startled you, and you cursed quietly as you glimpsed the time. You knew you had been running late today, but you hadn’t realized just how late. Now, here you were, makeup only half applied and your dear, sweet boyfriend waiting patiently in the hall. Setting down your brush, you hurried to the door, giving Joshua a sheepish smile as you peered around it.

“I’m not quite ready yet, but—” you began, tongue twisting into knots as you caught the heated stare Joshua was giving you. His eyes raked over the near indecent dress hugging your figure, lingering on the curve of your cleavage and appreciating the innocent, glowy look your half-done makeup provided. He ran his tongue over his teeth hungrily as his ruby gaze fixed on your own, stepping into the space properly.

“That’s fine, I think they can wait on us,” he purred, crowding into your space to place his hands on your hips. You could have sworn, between the lust in his gaze and the abnormal red of his irises, that his eyes glowed. “Just for a little bit. I don’t mind missing the costume contest if you don’t.”

You breathed a laugh, reaching up to cup his cheek as you rolled your lip between your teeth. “I think you put too much work into this for us to miss it, honestly,” you hummed, stepping out of his embrace to drink him in. He started to protest, his grip tightening on your hips, but you gave him a firm shove back, humming appreciatively. “When did you have time to do all of this?” you questioned, reaching up for the horns perched atop his head.

Much to your surprise, he ducked away from your touch, gently catching your wrist as a flush color his cheeks. “I, uh… A couple of late nights, y’know?”

You frowned for only a moment before movement caught your eye, and Joshua cursed internally as you zeroed in on the tail behind him. Your furrowed brows shot up to your hairline, a grin taking over your features as you squealed in delight. Every spare shred of his attention went toward keeping the accursed appendage from twitching as you shuffled around him and cupped it in your palms. He sank his fangs into his bottom lip as your fingers wandered over it, tracing down the red gradient to the rounded little spade and back up to where it began to match his skin, finally disappearing under his clothes. By the time you pulled back, he had drawn blood, but he forced a smile onto his lips.

“Shua!” You beamed, and his heart swelled as you jumped up to wrap your arms around his neck. Sighing, he wrapped his arms around your middle, tucking his nose into your hair to breathe you in. “I know you weren’t too excited about this,” you muttered, “but thank you for taking it seriously for me. I can’t imagine how long this all took.”

“Years,” he huffed, chuckling at his own joke. If only you knew.

You stepped back to look at him once more, giggling with him. “I’m sure it felt like it. Now come on, I have to finish my makeup and we have to get there so we can win this thing and beat Jeonghan!”

He opened his mouth to stop you, but before he could, you dashed off toward your bedroom. Joshua sighed. He’d tell you on the way—he knew better than to interrupt your makeup time.

In general, Joshua Hong was one of the most laid-back people you’d met. He stressed himself out as much as any other college-aged guy, but that was insight only you and his closest friends held. He was an expert at keeping his emotions to himself, sometimes keeping even you from knowing how he felt. It made the way he was positively radiating nervous energy that much more noticeable. His fingers tapped out an absent-minded rhythm against the steering wheel, one small muscle in his jaw twitching as his eyes scanned the road, seemingly avoiding you. You frowned, picking at the feathers on the wings laying in your lap.

“Shua?” you called into the silence, and you swore you saw him jump, the tail twitching with the movement. He hummed acknowledgement, eyes still locked onto the road as you turned into a neighborhood. “Are you okay? You seem… Tense.”

“No, baby, I’m fine,” he replied quickly, the smile he flashed you not quite reaching his eyes.

You frowned, your own gaze shifting to the streets rolling by. “If you don’t want to tell me what it is, that’s okay, but don’t tell me you’re fine when you’re clearly not, Joshua,” you snapped.

Once again, he startled, bile rising in his throat. Heaving a sigh, he pulled up to the curb in front of his friends’ house. “It’s not that simple, baby.”

You scoffed, rolling your eyes as you moved to get out of the car. “I know you’re anxious about me meeting your friends, or whatever, but this is so unlike you. If you were this worried about it, you didn’t have to—”

“Y/N,” he sighed, running a hand over his face while the other reached for you, grabbing your wrist and successfully halting your escape. “It’s… I have to tell you something, before we go in. And it’s kind of both life and relationship changing, so… Forgive me for being nervous.”

His gaze dropped to his lap, hands fiddling with the hem of his jacket as you settled back in your seat, eyes fixed on him. The look on his face made your heart ache, anxiety creasing his brow as he gnawed at his lip. Reaching a hand out, you settled it on his thigh. And this time, when the tail behind him twitched with your touch, your heart jumped into your throat.

Your boyfriend seemed to realize immediately, wide eyes darting over his shoulder to where you were staring. His heart was pounding a mile a minute in his chest, throat tight with anxiety as seconds stretched like hours, and when the words finally left him, it was all at once.

“I’mademon.”

You blinked, slowly, pulling your hand back and tilting your head curiously. “I’m sorry… Slower?”

“I’m… I’m a demon. Like, from hell. The costume isn’t actually a costume. It’s just… Me.” He continued to avoid your gaze, tail flickering anxiously behind him. “I thought that the whole angel-devil thing would make it easier to tell you, because you can see that it’s all attached, but then you got all excited about me taking this seriously and that on top of the fact that ‘we’re demons’ is a lot to handle, I… It just made me more anxious.”

You blinked, processing his words silently. He was practically writhing in his seat, and if this weren’t his car, you’d be afraid he would bolt. Hell, maybe he still would.

Your brow furrowed as you mulled over his words. “Wait. We?”

Much to your surprise, he chuckled, and you watched the tension drain from his shoulders. “I tell you I’m a demon, and the we in that rambling is what you latch onto?”

“I mean… You’re still my Joshie, right?” you murmured, once again tugging at the pile of feathers in your lap. “You’re not going out and killing people or stealing their souls at night or stealing children, are you?”

Joshua laughed, reaching across to still your nervous hands. “No, baby, nothing like that. I’m still the same old Joshua I’ve always been. The only thing that changes is my appearance.”

“Okay,” you nodded, giving him a reassuring smile. “Then this changes nothing. Except, now, you can be yourself around me.”

He grinned, eyes creasing into crescents as he pulled your hand to his lips, pressing a kiss to your knuckles. “I love you, angel.”

His preferred nickname for you always sent heat rushing through your veins, but with this added context, it was all you could do to suppress a shudder as warmth pooled in your belly. “I love you too, Shua.”

“I, uh… There’s a reason I told you tonight. We… kind of have our Halloween parties in Hell.”

“Look at you, Y/N!” Seungkwan beamed as he greeted you, pulling you in for a quick hug. You giggled as he pulled back, spinning slowly to give your friend a full view of your angel costume, fluffy wings now looped over your shoulders. “Cute.” His eyes flicked to Joshua, giving him an unimpressed but amused look. “Angel and devil, hm? Very original. You could’ve put some effort in, hyung.”

Your boyfriend huffed a sigh as he slid in next to you, rolling his eyes slightly at the teasing. “I’ll have you know, this costume took me years to put together,” he hummed, reaching up to run a hand over his horns.

Seungkwan rolled his eyes heartily in return, pausing to take a long sip from his cup. “Bad joke.”

You pouted, crossing your arms. “You better be the only one to think that. I wanna win this famous costume contest!”

“Good luck with that,” he cooed, patting your hair underneath your halo, “rookies aren’t known to win. Jun and Minghao are in it to win it this year too, and there’s only so much Shua-hyung’s pretty face and your cute self can do when those two are determined.”

You frowned, shifting closer into Joshua’s side. He smiled down at you, giving your waist a reassuring squeeze. “You never know, Kwan,” he hummed. “It’s kind of a toss up, sometimes. I mean, Soonyoung won last year.”

He huffed a sigh and rolled his eyes, and you and your boyfriend shared an amused glance at his annoyance. “That was a fluke,” he huffed, crossing his arms over his chest. “And entirely Jeonghan’s fault. I will not be convinced otherwise.”

Joshua laughed quietly, nodding. “Okay, yeah. I’ll give you that. I really think we have a chance this year, though. Couples' costumes always do better, and we’ve made a joke.”

Glancing at his watch, the younger man grinned. “You’ll find out soon, hyung. It’s time to get started.”

Joshua had warned you, briefly, about how seriously he and his friends took their yearly costume contest, but it didn’t fully sink in until each party goer was parading in front of you, dressed to the nines. It became clear, as you and your boyfriend walked the dancefloor-turned-runway that few of his friends were impressed by his display, not too far off from his daily look. It was only when he stopped, gesturing back toward you with a flourish, that the crowd erupted into cheers. Flushed and giggling, you took the hand he offered and quickly disappeared back into the crowd.

“So?” he asked, tugging you back against his chest as he leaned against the wall. “Think we’ll win?”

Laughing softly, you shook your head. “Not a chance. I mean, look at Jun and Minghao. And honestly, Wonwoo and his partner as black cats are pretty cute, too.”

To your surprise, your boyfriend snorted, and you could hear in his voice the way he rolled his eyes. “Please. He can literally turn into a cat. He could’ve done what I did instead of buying cheap ass ears!”

You blinked, gears turning in your head for a moment as you recalled your conversation in the car. “Wait. When you said we, you meant—”

“Oh, yeah, all of the guys. Wonwoo can turn into a cat, Seungkwan and Dokyeom are kind of siren-esque…” he explained, eyes glancing over the room.

You frowned, looking up at your boyfriend. “What are you, then?”

He smirked, fangs flashing dangerously for a moment before your attention was pulled to Soonyoung, shouting over the din, “Time for the voting and rankings!”

You felt more than you saw Joshua’s smile as he leaned down to whisper in your ear, “I guess it remains a mystery.”

“Next year, you have to actually try,” you huffed, crossing your arms over your chest. It took all of Joshua’s willpower not to laugh, following your glare to where Minghao held his trophy. “Tell me we at least beat Jeonghan.” The apologetic look he gave you spoke volumes, and you groaned.

“I’m sorry, angel. I promise, he’d be insufferable if we won,” he hummed, wrapping his arms around your waist. A shudder lit down your spine at the sudden proximity, coupled with his warm breath next to your ear. “I can think of a few ways to make it up to you, though.” Pressing his lips to your pulse, he held you tighter when you jumped at the foreign feeling of his tail winding around your bare thigh.

You hummed, pleased as you melted back into his arms. He was intoxicating, taking over your senses when he got you like this, making you putty in his hands. “Can you? I don’t know if I believe you.”

“You should, sweetheart,” he purred, fingers dancing over your sides. “Unless you don’t want me to show you what kind of hell an incubus can raise.”

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oflights · 1 year

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oh have I missed the chance for prompts??? I hope not. Ummmm let’s see. How about your choice of the lads going to one of the below places:

* sushi conveyor belt restaurant

* way overpriced boozy brunch

* garden seating at a pub, on a hot summer night

so, as we've already discussed, i low-key want to do ALL of these and as such have screenshotted this to return to some of them. but this one is, in a roundabout way, garden seating at a pub on a hot summer (june) night. in new york! finally!

it's also 2.3k word again (just fuck my life, honestly) and it's getting back together fic. i'm sorry. this is who i am. i hope you like it!!

It’s a beautiful night, the stickiness of the summer day having faded a bit with the sun, just gone down an hour or so ago. There are lovely, multicolored paper lanterns filled with magical light strung up above, crisscrossing the width of the garden area, scattering it in purposeful rainbow. The low, cheerful din of glasses clinking against the wooden tables and excited chatter washes over the space.

There is a nice breeze, one Draco has been told means he should be grateful this is late June in New York and not August, where breezes flee. It’s still hot, unexpectedly so; he is very aware of wearing long sleeves and concedes his agent was probably right about that. He just didn’t want—people here like to ask about his tattoo when back home they know better, or worse, really. He doesn’t want to talk about that.

He finishes his drink trying not to even think about it, drumming his fingers against his own wooden table and shaking his head when a waitress asks him if he wants a refill. Carlo, his agent, gives him an unimpressed look and says, “If we’re going to wait to start, you might as well have another drink to calm your nerves.”

“I’m not nervous,” Draco says automatically, and Carlo snorts.

“Sure. Look, if that’s the case, we might as well—”

“Just a few more minutes; they’ll be here,” Draco cuts in quickly, and now Carlo sighs.

“A few more minutes, all right. But if we wait any longer the people who want to be here will actually just leave, and then we’ll have booked all this for nothing.”

Draco nods distractedly, already looking away and glancing out over the other tables without trying to be too obvious about it or catch anyone’s eye. He still has to nod at people—people he can’t really believe exist, people excited to see him read to them, people who have read his book with their actual eyes and liked it and bought it and maybe told their friends to buy it. They have it with them, holding it in their hands. It’s startling every time he thinks about it. It still seems like a trick, like someone is going to jump out from somewhere and say “Got you!”

This is the first reading he’s doing in person, ever. He’d done a successful launch party in London, had done something of a press round, even—terrifying, the whole time, even as it all went well. He’d read from his book on the wireless, he’d chatted with a few people who walked up to him in Diagon Alley, bewilderingly, happily. He likes to talk about his book.

But now Draco’s half a world away from all that, because apparently his book is selling really well in the States, better even than back home, and the international affiliate of his publisher wanted him to do a book tour to support the second printing, which means conferences and events and more press and—

And a reading, to strangers, in a beautiful garden area behind a large, apparently historic pub in the magical area nestled between the West Village and Greenwich Village. The sounds and lights of the city around them are muffled, muted, like the world has narrowed down only to this.

It’s a long way to go, for him and for all of the people Draco had rather desperately invited—all of his friends, who had had to break their promises to come one by one as family and job issues waylaid them.

Even his extended friends, the kind he only sees at rare and rarer pub nights every few months or at weddings or funerals or—he’d given out invitations to them, too, had offered to arrange Portkeys and stays in New York even once the book tour takes him elsewhere.

A few had said they’d try to come, but as the people he’s closer to had cancelled—Pansy, histrionically heartbroken about it, Blaise playing it so cool it was clear he truly was upset, Greg and Millie and Daphne and Theo and all of them full of regrets and work and kids and things that Draco didn’t have to keep him from doing something mad like traveling around the world for a stupid little book—Draco had resigned himself to the fact that they wouldn’t come either. Why would Hermione Granger or Neville Longbottom go out of their way for someone they see once every few months now, ever since—when the people he sees at least twice a week on average couldn’t make it?

Draco had even invited—he was desperate—and he knew he wouldn’t come because they were over, of course, any obligation to come to things like this had ceased when all that had ended, so there was no way—but just in case—

He'd told himself that was all okay because his parents had promised. They don’t understand any of it, of course—Father thinks it’s a silly hobby gone a bit too far, and perhaps it had started that way, a diversion from the drudgery of managing the Malfoy estate, but now it’s all this, it’s Draco’s life that he doesn’t get—but they had said they’d be here to support him. They have no jobs, he is their family, they can arrange international Portkeys in their sleep—there’s no reason for them not to come. He’s certain they’ll be here.

Draco cranes his neck, searching the tables for any telltale blond hair he’s missed, eyes flicking to the back entrance to the pub where he’s sure they’ll emerge at any moment. Maybe they missed their Portkey and had to reschedule. Maybe there was a delay at the terminal. Maybe they decided to sleep off the time difference at their hotel and didn’t set a wakeup Floo. Maybe—

“Draco,” Carlo says, very gentle, but not patient. “We’ve got to start. I’m sorry, but I don’t think they’re coming.”

Draco shakes his head, even as the truth of that settles in the pit of his stomach like a sinking stone. He swallows past a lump in his throat, wishing he did have a new drink so his hands could be damp with cool condensation instead of clammy, anxious sweat.

He is not nervous. “You can do this,” Carlo tells him. “Just keep an eye on me; I’m here.” Draco likes talking about his book. He likes being around people, chatting with them—it’s just reading, his own words, he practically knows them by heart, they’re etched into his skin far deeper than the Mark, scratched over his heart—

But he really, really wanted his parents to come. He truly thought they would.

“All right,” Draco says finally, still shaking his head but forcing himself to come to terms. He talks himself into it as he stands up, rationalizing—it was definitely the time difference. They’re napping; Mother will wake up horrified, and they’ll get late drinks and perhaps midnight room service and laugh about it later.

That’s how he gets himself to the edge of the garden under the brightest lights, standing at a Levitating podium that settles to the ground once he reaches it. It’s hotter here, under the lights; he wants to rip his sleeves off and use them to dab at his sweaty temples. He has to take deep breaths.

Draco looks out over the crowd, their eager faces, and tries to focus on Carlo—but his face is too soft, too close to pity. He tries to look at nothing instead, knows soon he’ll be reading anyway so it doesn’t matter, he doesn’t have to look at the fact that his parents aren’t here. But first he has to talk a little, introduce himself, thank people for coming, all of these people who don’t even know him, didn’t raise him, still showed up because they liked his work that much when his parents haven’t even read—

“Hello,” Draco makes himself say, a small huff of a laugh, as charming a grin as he can muster. For a moment, that’s all he can muster; his throat is tightening, his sleeves feel like they’re getting smaller. He doesn’t think it’s possible to be strangled at your wrists, but perhaps they’re cutting off the circulation there, constricting his blood flow enough to explain why breathing is so treacherous. “I—I’m so glad you’re all here. I’m so glad that I’m here.”

More words, successful. Words are his thing, Draco reminds himself. He can do this. “And I’m—I’m grateful, really. Impossibly so. It’s really—this month, in this place, and I’m barely starting to understand how much it means to everyone because all I’ve known, all I’ve put into this book, is what it means to me—what it means to be like us, or so I assume, in what feels like a very small world, and—” He breaks off, making slightly panicked eye contact with Carlo—who taps the rainbow pin on his lapel and gives him a thumbs up, encouraging, he can do this.

Draco manages to open his mouth again, but all that emerges is a puff of slightly distressed air. And that’s when movement from the back entrance distracts him thoroughly, gratefully, another place to fix his gaze—which widens, steals more breath.

Rushing through the doorway, knocking into a slotted wooden chair and swearing, is Harry. He’s got Draco’s book wedged under his armpit, he’s whispering apologies to people he bumps into; he drags a chair out from a table with a bunch of strangers, apologizing to them and then hurriedly turning to face Draco with a slightly sweaty, flustered face.

Harry grins when Draco catches his eye. His glasses reflect the rainbow lights a little, and he looks a mess in the loveliest, most familiar way. He’s practically vibrating in his seat, excited, maybe nervous, too, and he’s—here. He’d gotten the invitation Draco sent in desperation, the note he’d scrawled I’m sure you’re busy with work, and I know we don’t really see much of each other anymore, and it’s a long way to go, but if you want to, if you have any interest, it would mean a lot be nice of you and nice to see you—and he’d Portkeyed halfway across the world and he’s here, somehow, bewilderingly, happily.

And suddenly all of Draco’s words are right there, easy, ready to be plucked up and tossed out with every confidence at where they’ll land. It’s a familiar feeling, a specific kind of confidence he’d thought entirely out of reach once he and Harry broke up and descended into the awkward, not-quite friends they’ve been since. Harry is here, and he cares for him, at least enough to show up for him, and Draco can do this because Harry clearly believes he can. It must not have even been a question in his mind, for him to come all this way.

“I’m so grateful we’re all here together,” Draco says. He touches his own pin, looks around, keeps talking. “Being together like this in a small world—it makes it feel much bigger.”

He goes on; he reads. He chokes himself a little but only for good reasons, looking up and seeing people listening, their eyes shining, laughing at the best of moments. He looks into Harry’s eyes, grins back at him, softens it when he catches Harry swiping his fingers behind his glasses as subtly as possible.

After, Draco gets another drink and sits at various tables, signing books, chatting happily. He gravitates towards Harry, who has his own drink and seems to be waiting, but when they near each other Harry whispers, “No, you can keep—I’ll wait for you, Draco, it’s all right.”

“Thank you,” Draco whispers back, hoping Harry knows how much he means it.

And there’s every opportunity to tell him as the crowd thins and the pub staff comes out to start stacking chairs and taking down the lights. Carlo leaves after hugging Draco and telling him how brilliant he’d been, telling him to get excited about doing this again two nights from now in Boston. And then there’s Harry, here, waiting.

“I’m sorry I was late,” Harry says once Draco joins him in the only other unstacked chair. The lights are all gone now, the pub staff telling them they can hang out while they finish closing up inside, the only light streaming from that backdoor. “And that I didn’t, um, tell you I was coming. I was just so—I’d heard about it, of course, but I didn’t know if you’d want me here really, I thought maybe you were just—”

“I wanted you here,” Draco says, realizing he was desperate but not in just the way he’d imagined. “I—I am so happy you came.”

“Me too,” Harry says, and then he laughs a little. “Even though I can barely see you.” He taps his wand a few times and shoots brilliantly bright, multicolored sparks out of it; they rise up to form a glowing, rainbow swirl of light above them, like all the lanterns have cracked open and spilled above them.

It’s beautiful, and Harry looks beautiful beneath it, the colors splayed across his skin as he puts his wand down, reaches out, and takes Draco’s hands. “Better,” Harry says, and then: “I’m so fucking proud of you, Draco.”

Relief, rushing and sweets, hits Draco so fast that it’s all he can feel for a moment. Gone is the disappointment, nerves, dread—all of it falls away. He can do this, he thinks; he did it.

“Do you want to—I mean, you came all this way, and this place is closing but I’m sure there are others we could—maybe food? And we could—I’d love to just—” His words are gone again but now it’s because it feels like there’s too many, that there’s so much he wants to say to Harry and it’s all got to come out quickly because “—and I’m going to Boston very soon, I’m sorry, but maybe—”

“Never been to Boston,” Harry says, smiling so fondly. He squeezes Draco’s hands.

#drarry #drarry fic #oflights #oknowkiss #asks #my fic #fic prompts #why am i like this!!!#this just spiraled #i could probably write 20k more of it tbh #also: happy pride!!!#this is the most pride fill yet :')

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scintillyyy · 1 year

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Do u have some good recommendations for Tim Drake comics/issues/storylines that show some important parts of his personality, values, and his relationships with his family (both biological and adopted) and friends, and Steph? Preference toward older appearances, ofc.

can i rec the entirety of post-crisis canon? no? well here's a bunch anyways.

i don't know if they're good, but i am happy to recommend though this might not be a complete list <3

obviously where you need to start is the a lonely place of dying storyline where tim gets introduced. essential. this consists of: batman #440, the new titans #60, batman #441, the new titans #61, and batman #442 in that order.

as a one-off issue following this the new titans #65 has tim dropping in on dick for special robin training. dick is a little annoyed <3

the rite of passage storyline introduces tim's parents, their acrimonious marriage, and janet's death. it runs from detective comics #618-#621. fair warning ahead of time: it is racist in its depiction of haiti and voodoo. nobody likes that.

batman #455-#456 cover janet's funeral and tim officially getting the go-ahead to get off probation and officially become robin. tim calls her mommy :(

batman #480, to the father i never knew, is excellent as well as it delves into tim and jack and tim's internal feelings about his father.

knightfall/knightquest/knightsend is the first really big event of tim as robin. you see some bruce and tim dynamic here, especially in knightfall, along with some tim and jack. it's not super short though. if you're focused on bruce/tim/jack you can probably skip the crusade portion of knightquest (as that focuses on azbats - though the first issue of that, detective comics #668, is the direct prequel to tim's robin series #1) whereas the search portion of knightquest focuses on bruce's search for jack drake and shondra kinsolving (fair warning: shondra is treated awful by the narrative). knightquest ties together and ends in robin #7. knightsend is fairly important, imo, because we finally bring bruce, dick, and tim together to finish off azbats and retake the mantle. and it leads us into....

the prodigal storyline, where dick takes the batman mantle temporarily and works with tim as robin while bruce is away. absolutely required reading. THE dick and tim story of all time. so, so, so important. if you read anything, read this. i cannot stress that enough.

the contagion storyline has tim get ill with the clench. i like the whole thing, but big focus on batman #529 (when tim actually gets sick), the batman chronicles #4 beggars banquet (where tim dreams about his family while dying), and robin #28 (where dick is super worried about tim, but tim already got the cure)

honestly, moreso than contagion, i find the legacy storyline much better for dick/bruce/tim as they go traveling to find the real cure for the clench and dick and tim go to paris together <3

nightwing #6 has tim visit dick in bludhaven, it's cute!

robin #45 showcases jack at his worst and dana at her best. and robin #47-robin#51: some issues have an eye-roll war storyline, but these issues show jack being extremely worried about tim as tim has run away and gone missing and some very interesting dialogue from jack about everything. tim is also very conflicted at this time whether he should continue being robin or not.

cataclysm is another long one, but i'm going to shout out to nightwing #20 (tim teases dick, later tim goes home and hugs jack). in the aftershock portion of the story batman #555-#556 have some good tim and bruce moments.

nightwing #25!! nightwing #25!! dick and tim go trainsurfing together. i cannot rec this issue enough.

i love no man's land with my entire being, but that one is a beast to get through. robin #67 has tim and dick entering NML together and they're delightful. robin #68-70 have some decent bruce and tim moments. robin #72 is when tim calls jack to tell him where he is and robin #73 is where jack goes to the press to get tim out of NML.

post NML robin #74 is where jack sends tim back to boarding school. it starts with dick and tim tho <3

gotham knights #8-#11 is the transference storyline and is good dick and tim and mid bruce. gotham knights #15 poison ivy attacks a charity function his dad and dana are attending. some fairly interesting bruce and tim here, re: tim's email to bruce that he ends up deleting.

obviously so far as tim's friends, read the entirety of young justice (1998). as a part of this, the sins of youth storyline is very, very fun. tim meets jack in a bar and spits beer on him in sins of youth #2, jack kind of talks up his son to the guy he doesn't know is his son, proving me right that the drakes are very good about bragging about their kid to anyone who will listen and not so good at actually saying any of that to their son's face. the batboy and robin story is very fun too.

bruce wayne: fugitive/murderer is a "fun" time that clearly shows the break that starts to happen between bruce and tim around this time and the tension in their relationship. shout out to robin #98 and gotham knights #26.

the robin #100 issue touches on the recent tension between bruce and tim, and tim is given a lot to think about with his dad losing the company and them having to move downtown. this also makes tim reminisce about his childhood a bit with his parents. spoilers: when they were home they spent time with their son doing things together.

robin #124 and #125 delve into jack finding out about robin. he doesn't take it well. he is angry and devastated.

and finally identity crisis. i won't lie--it is a goddamn mess of a story that ruins many characters. however, for tim & jack specifically issues #5 and #6 are jack's death and the fallout from that.

teen titans #27-28 have tim thinking about jack the first father's day after his father died. unfortunately, rob liefield does some of the art on this.

nightwing #110 have tim and dick at a rockier place because dick's life is imploding, but god dick just loves timmy so, so much and they miscommunicatr so well <3

the batman: face the face storyline delves into bruce finally adopting tim after OYL.

robin #152 deals with tim finally moving into wayne manor. tim and bruce's relationship is on the mendm unfortunately it's also evil cassandra arc (gdi dc), so you have to deal with that.

robin #163 is tim and bruce's first father's day after the adoption.

the resurrection of ra's al ghul storyline is essential dick and tim reading as well. beyond essential. highly, highly recommended.

as far as stephanie: she's introduced in detective comics #647-649. she's peppered through tim's early robin series, and i'll be honest...when chuck dixon is writing the two of them, they're both not great to each other (because chuck dixon has a conservative agenda and they're both negatively affected by that. most of their worst moments together are when chuck is trying to give us an after school special lesson. actually, feel free to ignore all of chuck's after school specials. that ain't tim, that's just a mouthpiece.). it's not a dynamic i personally find super fantastic or my favorite relationship, but i don't hate it by any means. they're written at their best in lewis's run on tim's robin series from #101-#120.

as far as tim and cass, cass shows up to help tim get out of NML in robin #73 and they're very cute. tim was creeped out by her at first, but by the end thinks she's super cool. they live together in bludhaven for a bit following war games starting robin #132 but tim's robin series is also being written by willingham at this time, so, alas. monkey's paw. it's been a bit since i've read cass's batgirl series so i unfortunately don't have issue numbers off the top of my head, but whenever tim showed up there is was usually pretty cute!

anyways, these are a lot already, though i know there's way, way more. but we're starting to get to the end of post-crisis here. red robin should only be read if you fully understand dick and tim's relationship and if you make sure to read blackest night: batman #1-3 around red robin #6 so you can understand that even at their rockiest, tim and dick are ride or die for each other and love each other more than life itself. as far as damian and tim go, you'll probably get the best out of the gates of gotham storyline.

#scintilly ask tag #anyways if anyone also has recs feel free to add on

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saturn-sends-hugs · 1 year

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OK, finally writing out my thoughts for ep9 (cause MAN AM I EMOTIONALLY DRAINED RN 😭)

Honestly this is gonna be more of a character deep dive of how they’re all functioning post ep8 but HERE WE GO

(spoilers under the cut)

First off, oh. my. god.

I’ve seen some people saying that episode was filler and to that I say WHERE. Did you see all that character development??? Like yes we didn’t get a big Empire plot or anything but like??? Hello???

This episode was SO important for so many reasons:

First off, Echo is gONE AAAAAA 😭😭😭 Was i devastated? yeah, maybe, a little bit, but i was fully expecting this episode to just brush past that and it DIDN’T.

I feel like much of the time Echo seemed almost unnecessary (stick with me here). You have this elite clone squad with all these enhancements and skills, so what are they gonna do with this fifth member? This always felt like a theme for me, especially in fics, that Echo would feel like an extra and struggle to find his place in the squad (Which isn’t true, he’s very necessary, but until now that’s been hard to see).

After Crosshair leaves, it changes a bit. The Batch is used to working with only four members, so although losing Crosshair obviously shook them, they held together (in part because they had to focus on Omega and other things). So here, Echo can step in and fill Crosshairs role somewhat as lookout or copilot or whatever, and he always backs up the others in their roles as well.

Echo is a good friend to Wrecker, able to joke around in ways Hunter (as the leader) and Tech (just not jokey in that way) can’t. He’s there for Hunter as Corporal; second in command and just generally another leading figure (like in season one when Hunter is captured and he leads the Batch through Kamino). Echo backs Tech up in pretty much every way, like just generally knowing what Tech is talking about and how to help (copiloting, ship maintenance, brother handling, etc). And of course, Echo is so so good with Omega. He teaches her to use her bow, he knows how to be a bit more disciplined than Hunter while still being super attentive and sweet, he is simply Mom™️.

And then he leaves.

Not gonna get too deep into that because we all know his reasoning, but while I expected this episode to focus on the Batch working without him, I didn’t expect them to show us how they struggle once he’s gone. Because holy shit they do.

Obviously, Omega is most noticeably affected. She’s struggling with a part of her family, someone she never wanted to think of leaving, being gone now. But the others are struggling too, and that’s only making things worse. Wrecker and Tech are fighting, which although she’s somewhat used to that, this time they’re not stopping. Hunter isn’t doing anything about it either, and none of them are saying anything about Echo being gone. She’s thrown off, no one is acting like themselves (because they’re missing Echo too although she can’t see it yet), and oh right, THEY JUST LOST THE MARAUDER.

But now for the others.

The minute they stepped off the Marauder in this episode, they felt wrong. And none of them really mentioned it or outwardly showed it that much, but they missed Echo too.

Wrecker was off. He’s stuck with just Hunter, Tech and Omega now, and he’s being affected by all their emotions. In the past, Crosshair was who he could joke around with, a role Echo filled afterwards. Now, Hunter and Tech just don’t fill that role, and while Omega might normally, right now she’s definitely not feeling up to it. He’s sensing the tension there, and everyone’s emotions are just setting him on edge, so he’s getting rowdier, more argumentative. He doesn’t mean to be, but he’s upset and he’s struggling.

Next, Hunter is doing what he always does: trying to move on. He’s not ignoring it per se, and I’m not the best at understanding Hunter, but it seems like he’s just trying to keep the team going. And again, it’s more of a challenge without Echo. The fights that used to spark up, Echo would help handle. Or better yet, they wouldn’t be real fights because Wrecker and Tech wouldn’t be so on edge. Hunter is struggling to keep them on track without him, especially with so many other factors at play (Omega being upset, new dangerous mission from Cid, Marauder is gone, how much more can go wrong wait no Mr Filoni please don’t answer that).

And of course, Tech misses Echo. Yeah, he seems really cold and uncaring in this episode at first glance, but OMG that is the furthest from the truth. I honestly think Tech is struggling the most without Echo to fill in that fourth role. Tech always tends to want everything working smoothly, and without the help of a fourth member, Tech is really stretching himself in order to accommodate. And on top of that, he just really misses Echo. When Omega tries to call Echo, Tech immediately knows he won’t respond because his comms are off. And why might he know that?? Well to me it seems like Tech already tried calling him, probably long before Omega did 🥲

Tech in this episode is just at the end of his rope. He’s way less lenient than he might normally be with Echo around, because now he feels like it’s on him to almost be that “second in command”. Normally, Tech can just focus on his work and let the others handle themselves/each other. So when Wrecker drops the case in this episode, normally Tech would trust him to have it handled, and they’d all move on. Instead, Tech takes the case himself. To me this is pretty familiar cause ahem autism, which is a very fitting trait for Mr “I process things differently but I still feel just as much” Tech to have. I struggle to let people get things wrong, and at this point, on edge and pushing himself too hard, Tech is so over it that he decides the only way to get it done is to do it himself.

Edit cause damnit tumblr didn’t save for some reason but basically up until now, we haven’t truly seen how much Echo does for this squad. Yes obviously we’ve seen that they all love and appreciate him, but now that he’s gone we’re truly seeing how important he is, and I just think that’s so so good to see!!! He’s not just the Mom that keeps them from fighting, he’s also just a genuinely necessary and important member with his own role in keeping this squad together.

Basically, ECHO YOU BETTER GET BACK HERE RN I STG—

(no but really, they genuinely do need him 🥲)

So yes, Echo left and the Batch needs Mom back. But it’s not just because Echo was the responsible one with brain cells (although thats also true), it’s also because he is genuinely a necessary part of this group, not just an honorary member to fill in space for Crosshair. We saw in this episode what happens when you take him out of the equation, and it was bad. That right there made just me happy because despite him being gone, it was very clear that nothing would just be “fine” without him, and the batch needs him way more than he probably thinks 🥲🥲🥲

Ok uh I didn’t mean for that to be so long bUT LISTEN, I just think there was so much to that episode and I could talk abt it for HOURS, THEY NEED THEIR BROTHERRRR

#feel free to add on to this!!! i want to hear y’all’s opinionsssss #tbb spoilers #sw tbb spoilers #tbb s2 spoilers #sw tbb #tbb s2 #tbb echo #the bad batch #tbb tech #tbb hunter #tbb wrecker #tbb omega

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i have a song request! mary on a cross with giorno? specifically the part where it goes “your beauty never ever scared me” bc he is so so pretty but others might find it intimidating bc of his position. maybe for a plot it could be something like reader and giorno running away bc of the lyric “if you choose to run away with me.” idk, just an idea! do what you wish with this💕💕

Giorno Giovanna | Your beauty never scared me.

this has been sitting in my inbox / drafts for the longest time - it's embarrassing really. but it's finally here and i really wish it'll match your expectations, hoping that it would also grant me an apology! it's been ages since i last wrote for jojo's characters so i also need to apologise if this feels rusty! enjoy!!!

word count: 996

trigger warnings: slight mentions of lust, guns, usual jojo violence. (pls do come forward if i am missing something).

please feel free to like, reblog and leave a comment - i'd very much appreciate it. / click here for more of my works.

"I am not expecting you to understand." Giorno said in his usual firm voice, not taking his eyes away from his luggage which was frenetically being stuffed with clothes, and books, and weapons - and anything he could take with him.

If you were small enough to fit in there, if it was simply up to him - you'd be in the luggage too. Not because he perceived you as object, nor because he didn't respect you enough; he'd simply take you with him in this crazy ride. He could bear leaving everything behind, but you. Yet, he knows better than asking you to run-away with him. After sabotaging the entire gang organisation the two of you were both part of to avenge his teammates, Giorno knew that they'd be looking for him under every rock - he knew that they'd be unleashing the worst weapons against him in an attempt to kill him. He was undoubtedly strong, and definitely feared - but there was no way he could escape this. He had to go; he never wanted to become a gang member in the fist place.

"Maybe if you cared to explain.." was your stingy answer, as you observe his frenetic movements.

Giorno remained silent, a long sigh escaping his lips was the only answer he was able to give. He knew you were just as strong and just as used to the criminal life - but becoming fugitives would be way more than dangerous than that. He figured he preferred knowing you were alive and well then selfishly keeping you by his side and risking your life. He already put you in danger several times in the past, all because of his stupid plans - but at least his crew mates were still there to protect you, if needed. Now that they're all gone, he didn't want to tempt fate again. Not with your life.

"It was a pleasure, really." he finally said, zipping his luggage close and finally daring to look at you.

His blue eyes finally looking at you again sent a shiver down your spine, causing you to fix your posture in an attempt to overcome the sensation.

"Excuse me?" you said, realising that was his way to say goodbye to you. Raising an eyebrow, you walked closer to him and slammed your hand on the top of your luggage. Was he really going away without telling you anything? Did he really close it off like that, as if you were just another stupid, meaningless member of the organisation?

"Don't. Just pretend you never met me at all." he said with grinned teeth, his words hurting him more than anyone else.

Hearing this words made your soul shake, like the light of a candle when a soft wind blows - it won't be enough to turn it off, but its flame would become flebile, and weak. You could have sworn you could feel your blood running through your veins and directly pumping your muscles as adrenaline slowly built up in your muscles, triggering your fight or flight response. A part of you would have probably punched him - honestly. But what were you experiencing was deeper than that, a sentiment more clever than violence but that hurt just as much as a well-assigned punch would.

It was heartbreak. You couldn't believe Giorno really pronounced those words - erasing everything the two of you have experienced together: grief, love, lust, fear, excitement. As if nothing ever mattered to him, as if all those sleepless nights entangled in his bed and talking about the deepest part of your mind were nothing but a fun hobby that was nice until it lasted.

"Those games won't work with me, Giorno. You have no right to cut me out of your life like this -" you replied through grinned teeth, keeping your tone low to avoid alerting anyone who might be outside of Giorno's room.

Giorno's eyes pierced right through you once again as his expression softens, finally coming closer to you and gently placing an hand on your cheeks - in an attempt to show you just how much you meant to him. He knew just how much his touch reassured you, even though he was the one who needed it the most. Ready to move his hand away from your face, Giorno stopped your hand from reaching his.

"I am going away." was the only thing he said, his eyes still locked on yours.

"I'm coming with you then." you were quick to reply, knowing exactly what he meant.

Giorno shook his head rapidly, a sarcastic smile on his lips as he took a step back from you.

"No. I need to go but you don't. They'll do everything they can to get my head and hang it on their walls." he said coldly. "Let me say goodbye to you whilst you're still safe and well. I can't bear losing someone else. Let me say goodbye whilst you're still alive." he added as his eyes glimmered, a thin veil of teardrop making the blue of his iris seem like tidal waters.

Although it hurt to see him like this, you couldn't help but smile. Seeing so vulnerable was rare, and you treasured those little insights into his heart so much. You smiled, acknowledging once again just how much Giorno underestimated what you felt for him; he was so clever, yet so naive sometimes.

"Oh honey.." you said, caressing his lips with your thumb. "Danger is part of your charm and your beauty never ever scared me." you smiled again, winking at him and leaving a soft kiss on his plumped, pink lips. Reciprocating the kiss, Giorno pulled you closer to him and held you tight in his embrace, letting his carnal desires take control of his actions and breathing you in completely.

"Are you sure?" he asked, biting your bottom lip, trying to catch his breath after your long kiss.

"When are we leaving?" you replied.

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My Only One

Pairing: Hector Barbossa x reader

Warnings: None

Requested by: @marsswann

The Request:

Hi!! I don’t really know the rules (this is also the first time i’ve requested anything 😭) I am down bad for Barbossa rn and in need of some happiness. Could you possible do a Barbossa X reader who is super optimistic and will like ✨cutley✨ giggle and smile all the time (basically grumpy x sunshine) no one really knows why the hell she married him but she did 😭 but just like loving fluff (you can change things up if you want!!!) tysm i am down bad for ur writing

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You had met Barbossa through Jack Sparrow, who happened to have seemed to be the only friend you had at the beginning of the story… your story.

The truth was you weren’t officially made to be part of Jack’s crew and you honestly didn’t have the desire to be recruited properly you might have wanted because it would more then likely bring you trouble rather then the most daring adventures.

Jack Sparrow describes you to be a careful person who avoided trouble or just any problems in general, and he knew that was why you were reconsidering his offer to come along and explore the seas. Looking back, that’s how it really all started, you remember almost rejecting Jack Sparrow’s offer to come along for the ride to avoid running into any kind of trouble. The worst case scenario you thought would be if you got captured and convicted guilty to false involvement in piracy which would only end with you having the only choice to face the gallows and that’s what you were afraid of. The second you mentioned this to Jack, he immediately got to work on reassuring you that it would be safe indeed. Jack reassures that if you stick with him, he would make damn sure that he wouldn’t let any of that happen to you and it was a challenge for him to finally convince you to eventually agree.

But you stop once more with a final question before parting together.

“What if I do get put into that?”

“I’ll come to your rescue. I wouldn’t let you get in trouble for nothing.”

Every time when you have that thought in mind, you can’t help but feel exceedingly grateful with the choice you have made to trust Jack.

Taking the risk of an adventure ahead of you. If you hadn’t taken that chance, you may not be where you’re currently are right now. You’ve wondered if you wouldn’t be with the man you love now. It all started with a dispute at the well known bar on Tortuga, you and Jack had stopped by for a break from sailing the seas and for him to tell you he had to meet up with someone already in waiting for the arrival. When you first walk inside, you were the first person that Barbossa locks eyes on without you ever realizing it. As Jack finally spotted Barbossa sitting at an empty table, you follow behind before Jack stops and asks that you be the one to collect the drinks you were both there for. Jack was there to exchange a deal for a better one and that was Barbossa’s purpose as well for being there.

As Barbossa had already fallen for you, it was difficult for him to focus on the task taking place, with him looking over your way without any acknowledgment. Heading back over, this is where you both first meet each other and it was love at first sight. You may not have known right on but after what happens next, you recognized the feelings forming within while facing this man. Barbossa couldn’t help but feel the wanting to get to know you, but this meet up is important to both pirates and it was kept as their top priority. While the meeting was becoming more of a drag the longer you remained, you nearly missed the fact that your drink is already gone and had gone to go refill it.

You informed Jack and promised to be quick. Jack agrees.

“Okay, be careful.”

You nod as if to say ‘yes’ before hopping back over to the counter and requesting the bar tender for a refill.

It hadn’t been that long since you left, commotion had unexpectedly come about and you were caught in the middle of it. What happened was that as you got up to the counter, another customer was waiting for his order. The man ordered before you and when the bar tender took you in first, the customer got offended and started a struggle. Barbossa saw as the strange man now was going after your neck and that’s when Barbossa stepped in to save you, with Jack Sparrow right behind him. Barbossa steps in front of you just in the nick of time while Jack takes your hand to exit safely outside the bar. When everyone had the time to process what just took place, Barbossa turns towards you, examining you for any possible injuries, wanting to make sure you had come out unscathed.

He lets out a sigh when you seemed to be okay, other then a little shook up.

“You okay, lass?”

Still in the shock of the moment, you could only nod in short response.

Despite of having been shook up of the incident, you were trying to find the proper words of thanks, none would come to mind. So instead, you showed your thanks to a man whom at the time, didn’t even know by an unexpected hug. You felt Barbossa stiffen a little, but relaxed as he returns the hug. You’ve been together ever since, from that day forward and you were both now happily married to each other. For most people, you stood out to be the most unlikely couple due to the fact that you hardly have anything in common. In their eyes, you were the complete opposite of each other as they didn’t understand your love for each other was real.

Love was what you had in common and that’s what they’re missing. Elizabeth Swann was the first to ask you about it not long after finding out you were together in person, and in turn, you happily responded.

“What is it that you see in him, (Y/n)?”

“My only one… my one and only.”

The talk of the towns were no different once the people would eventually learn the truth of this topic.

Some were more harsh about it then others, but you just simply avoid that and continued to enjoy each other. Whispers could be heard at times, everyone pointed out everything to try and put the pieces together. They’d look to see if they have missed anything you shared in common, but they didn’t and eventually would give up trying to make sense of it. Judgement never mattered to you, all that mattered was you were both happy and in love. Though most of the time you are sunshine and rainbows while Barbossa was grumpy and a little grouchy. Especially in the mornings. Although Barbossa could be a grouch, or a pain, he wanted nothing more then to be the one who makes you happy all times. He has made it his life’s mission to always make sure you were happy, and he would do it through sincerity and absolute true love.

Sometimes true love just really blossoms between the two who have the least bit in common if none at all… it just works. You’re both madly in love and nothing can or ever will change that.

Barbossa wouldn’t have it any other way, and neither would you.

He was the one, you’re only one.

***

Requests: OPEN

Tags: @princessofthornsandroses @justafairytailofinnocence

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writingwife-83 · 9 months

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Am I starting another multi chapter? No… probably not… honestly idk. 😆 All I know for sure is that while I was listening to Taylor Swift’s “‘tis the damn season” today this scene legit just popped into my head. I had to get it out lol. Thanks to @thisisartbylexie for pushing me to just do it! I don’t usually share the whole fic on here anymore, but I think tumblr did something that made AI scraping less likely, right? Anyway, hope you enjoy this little modern au one shot. Will I ever do more with it? Who can say? Again, I just had to get it written. ❤️

Hometown

The floorboards creaked loudly when she stepped up into the attic, sounding as angry and bitter as the late owner of this old house had been.

Rey walked around the boxes and tools and junk, silently cursing her grandfather for leaving all this for her to deal with. Not a word of love or care in all these years since she’d left. Nothing but a cluttered old house, left to her out of legal necessity.

Her eyes soon narrowed in on a box in the corner with “Rey” scribbled on the top. Crouching down, she ripped the tape off the box’s seam, opening the top to reveal the contents. She found herself instantly transported back to another time. Another life.

Rey pulled out a little doll, tattered and worn after all the years she’d clutched it close in the nights she’d cried herself to sleep. She swallowed a jagged lump, setting the little thing aside and continuing to pull items out. There were books and clothes and shoes, and little scraps she’d collected as a child. It might have warmed her heart to see that these things were kept, but she knew it was only for lack of care that these random items were all swept into a box and placed in the attic, her grandfather as content to forget her as she was him.

When she reached the very last item at the bottom of the box though, she instantly froze, sitting back against her heels, almost afraid to touch it. Hesitant fingers finally reached out, grasping the weathered red flannel, pulling it out and allowing herself to hold it close for the first time in so many years. Rey’s eyes clamped shut… she could smell his soap. Maybe the cling of the subtly spicy and woodsy aroma was long gone from the fabric and this was just a memory. It didn't really matter. Because either way, just like that, it filled her senses all over again. He filled her senses.

The slow walks in the woods, the long country drives going nowhere, the late night laughter over nothing at all, the almost daily light hearted arguments because neither were good at admitting when they were wrong.

And the way his arms wrapped around her body had taught her what it was to want something more than friendship from a boy.

Before Rey knew it, she was slipping her own arms into the flannel and pulling it up over her shoulders, allowing herself to get as close to those memories as she could. She was swimming in the thing, just as she was the night Ben put it on her as he walked her home, grumbling about how she was always cold and never remembering her own jacket. But he didn’t mind, not really. She could tell. He looked almost pleased at the sight of her in it, but his lips twisted away the smile that threatened for just a moment. So quick, you could almost miss it. But she didn’t, and it warmed her almost as much as the flannel that still carried the literal warmth of his body.

God, if she could only go back to that moment, and a hundred more just like it. If she could only have stayed in this town a little longer, to see where those moments would have led. To see if one night his arms might have stayed around her a little longer and held her a little tighter.

But they never got that chance. Ben seemed almost as eager for her to leave town as she was, to get away from her grandfather and to make something more of her life after high school. He was excited for her. Sometimes she wondered what she might have done if instead Ben had begged her to stay.

But he didn’t.

Rey hugged the flannel a little tighter around her body, realizing that her eyes had started to cloud. She had to sniffle genuine tears away, even though she wasn’t sorry for the loss of any other part of her life in this town. The loss of him was more than enough.

Shaking her emotions off and standing up, that old shirt hanging almost to her fingertips, she looked around at the seemingly endless work it would take to unload this house. She wondered how long she’d have to stay here and be away from the city. This wasn’t exactly the vacation she’d been wishing for, but it had to be done regardless. And maybe something good would come from all of it.

Not that she could hope to see Ben Solo again, she thought to herself with a little laugh, hands absentmindedly smoothing up and down the comforting fabric against her arms. What were the chances he’d still be here in this town?

Right here where she’d left him seven years ago.

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#reylo #modern au #fic: hometown #song fic #sort of #inspired by taylor swift #tis the damn season

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thinking deeply about your fic where Stanley finally meets with Narrator face to face. To begin, I adore your writing and that piece in particular really tears at my soul in the best way (along with their first kiss).

But every time I read something like this where the Narrator is down at Stanley's level, it gets me thinking.

What happens when he needs to go back? DOES he need to go back? Back to being just a voice? The first time he came down into the game, was it hard to leave? Hard to go back to the way he was before? Hard to let go of Stanley?

and what about Stanley? Was it hard to let go of the Narrator now that he finally had him? Was it hard to start back over in his office with just the phantom feeling of a hand on his back or a head on his shoulder?

Ohh I'm probably looking too far into this, as usual. Silly silly me, but I just needed to get that thought out somewhere. Love your work May, keep doing what you're doing<33

-M

oh this is a SWEET ask hello M.

So.... he doesn't NEED to go back! not really. one of the things the Narrator figured out before he finally took it for the final run (surprising Stanley at the Expo!) was making sure he could exit it without needing a reset AND making sure it would stick around between resets. He figured out how to make sure it could be placed where he wants it. And, if he's honest, because he's never had a lot of experiences before, it can be exhausting and overwhelming. so there ARE times that he unloads it.

a lot of this, to me, goes back to what Stanley said in that very first chapter when the Narrator started thinking about it. "Humans need it, but we aren't human, so I don't." tie that in with how Stanley felt when the narrator came down to hug him with his eyes closed. "it's something I've gone without all my life, i didnt know i was missing it, and I CAN survive without it, but I know my life will be all the less rich for it."

they are not human beings. at their base level, they are not touch starved. (the people who write them as such are SO VALID, but these two do not start that way.) they dont NEED to have it to survive.

but they really, REALLY enjoy it. it's one of their favorite things. the Narrator was honestly bummed when that first time came to an end, if you recall. he hugged Stanley from behind and was so sad to lose it, and when he said goodbye he ALMOST said "I'll see you soon", before changing to "I'll talk to you soon."

his body wasnt READY then. it was still missing some details and features. so he had to give it up and put it back in the workshop. but he was very sad about it. but it might not have been able to experience the full range (heat, cold, sharp, pain) and that was ready when he finally finished it. and those are so.... beautifully overwhelming. imagine his first time feeling real physical pain. he definitely needed to unload after that.

Stanley is special to me. I think that, yeah, those times where his Narrator is just a voice, it's a little loss for him, but...

he has spent so long with the fellow being just a voice, and that being the only way for the Narrator to comfort him. to him, on some level, the Narrator's voice HAS a physical feeling. maybe not literally, but he describes it at times like a blanket over his shoulders or a soothing balm. it has a gentle weight to it that he always felt before the Narrator had a body.

so that persists, I think. it may not feel as solid and he may miss the feeling of a hand in his (and tangle his own fingers together to cope) but he always felt like the voice was doing what it could to touch him anyway.

parting can be hard, but it's bearable because they never lose each other, not really. theyre never REALLY separated.

(I should comment, because it feels relevant in how Stanley "feels" the voice and the narrator's behavior and overwhelm re stimuli: I dont know enough about autism to say my guys have it or express symptoms of it. I am self diagnosed with adhd myself, and we dont know if thats all i have, Ive never looked too closely at the Tism to know if I would be on the spectrum. I say this because these guys are definitely not neurotypical, and I feel like that shows, but others might know more than me and can better tell if these experiences are.... like that.

anyway that's a tangent for another day i just keep forgetting to comment abt it so while it's at the forefront of my brain, here it is)

#the sparrow parable

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Thess vs Rollerbacks

I mean, @true0neutral warned me about those fuckers...

Right. First lemme get close enough to the ruins so I can fast travel there. Might be useful later. Much later, given metal flower.

Got it. Back to campfire and-- Ravager site.

RAVAGER. SITE. Hiding.

Does ... does that say Apex?

Yep. Cannon dies first.

Aim wasn't so great on Ravager the Second. Oh well, it died with minimal issues for me, so that's fine.

Okay, I wanted to check out that question mark--

Metal. Flower. AGAIN. Mrrrrrrr.

To a shelter. To a shelter so I can see if I can finally upgrade my quivers--

YEEEEEEEEES! Aaaaaaaaaand ... now I need more things' skin. More hoofing it, I guess.

(If it wants me to get salmon bones, does that mean it'll finally let me shoot at things in the water? I really miss shooting fish out of streams...)

Lemme check out north a bit first. A bit of exploration never hurt anyone--

PLOWHORNS. Spreading blight everywhere. Great. But I need Plowhorn horns, so...

Ah. Right. They have Burrowers playing guardian, so lemme just...

Wait. Everything seems to be dead but it still says machines are alerted--

Clawstrider. Right. Go away.

Ooh, drone! Lemme find a good launch point to jump on the drone--

Ah. Rebel scouting party. Bye, Tenakth rebel--

"Is the Nora hiding out there somewhere?" ...Oh, that's hysterical. Someone dies to arrow fire and the first thing they think of is, "OH SHIT, SHE'S HERE!" I mean, they're not wrong, but...

Right. They're gone with a minimum of issues. Now it looks like that platform over there is where I jump for the drone.

This platform is way too narrow for sprinting to make any difference. Right?

WRONG. Climbing up again, trying sprinting for all of ... two and a half feet. Sheesh.

Got the data, aaaaaaaaaand ... the Plowhorns are back. Again. Well, parts are a good thing. And that's ... a ... Rollerback. I've been warned about these. I will stay clear. Tail is... POONK. Gone.

Right. Keep going north for a bit aaaaaaaaand... SCAVENGER CONTRACTS! WOO!

Plowhorns. You want me to go ... and kill Plowhorns. Again. But you also want me to collect the flowers that-- Oh, this is getting weird, but fine...

So here I am, quietly stalking along in the path of a blight-spreading Plowhorn, collecting flowers. Well, I guess I get to put my stealth armour to use.

Flowers done. And, since I'm so wonderfully placed, I'll hit this sucker in the spot behind his neck ridge-thing.

Aaaaand THAT'S a one-shot kill. Except this has gained some attention and here comes a Rollerback. I should take the time to properly scan--

Wait. DOES THAT SAY APEX?!?

WILL YOU STAND THE FUCK STILL, YOU UPPITY AI-DRIVEN PILLBUG?!?

Getting better at dodge-rolling, I can tell you that much. Shame that it's driving me right into the damn blight all the time!

And I have gone flying. At least it's out of the blight...

OKAY, OKAY, I WILL UNLOCK SOME SHIT ON THE WARRIOR TREE, FINE, WHATEVER, NOW LET ME GET THIS THING'S FACE!

...There is nothing better in the world than getting off a point-blank shot at something's undercarriage while it's in the middle of attacking you and having that be the kill shot. Hooboy.

Right. Now can I go kill the other Plowhorn?

THANK you.

I should gather some other bits and pieces on my way back. There's an Unknown Shelter over there--

Flooded Tenakth village. Yes, I will go check that out, but I want to get this shit to Handa first.

Handa, you are ... enthusiastic, I'll give you that. But really, dial the ... I dunno, the "artiste" thing down a couple of notches? I honestly want that poor jerk from No Man's Land to win this one, of the scavenger people I've met so far.

Now, brief detour to base to drop off data module stuff and unlock how to properly override Plowhorns. Then off to someplace that's not ... y'know, Up In The Mountains.

Right. I do have work tomorrow, more's the pity, so I'll call it a night for now and tomorrow ... depends when I wake up, but depending on timings, it's either investigate the flooded settlement or ... whatever other scavenger contract is closest to my current position or can be easily fast-travelled to in the morning and the evening ... depends on how I feel. Just ... gods, I only had time off a few weeks ago; how do I need more already?

(Right, yes, I know, fibromyalgia, one of the symptoms is fatigue, I get it, but it's still a pain in the arse.)

#Thess plays video games #Thess liveblogs Horizon Forbidden West

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Ateez Performance Line - Part 2

After two days of being laid up with the flu, Wooyoung’s condition still hadn’t improved, leaving Yunho and Mingi to continue working on the choreography for the last three songs. With their deadline looming, they agreed they’d have to put in some extra hours to finish within the week. It had become apparent to both of them how much smoother the process was as a team of three than when one member was missing. The possibility of not finishing hadn’t even been considered when they started, but without Wooyoung, they weren’t so confident anymore.

Yunho looked at his watch, realizing that it was already midnight. “Mingi, we’ve been at this since 9:00 this morning. I don’t know how much more I can do” he said honestly.

“I know,” Mingi replied, grabbing his water bottle. “But if we don’t finish this section tonight, there’s no way we’ll be able to get the other two songs done in time.”

“Wooyoung might be able to come back in a few days to help us finish” Yunho said optimistically. “We get a lot more done when he’s here.”

Mingi sighed and shook his head. “Hongjoong-hyung said that he has to be fever-free for 24 hours before he can even think about coming back to work. And Seonghwa-hyung said that his temperature hasn’t gone down much at all over the last couple days, not to mention he can’t keep anything down. Even once his fever breaks, he’ll probably need a few days to get his strength back.”

Wether he liked it or not, Yunho knew that Mingi was right, and there wasn’t any way around it. Hongjoong had already asked if they could get a few extra days but, unfortunately that wasn’t a possibility.

“What if we brought in Sannie? Or Yeosang?” Yunho asked.

“Yunho, I know you’re tired. I am too. But bringing in somebody who’s never worked with us in this capacity and doesn’t know our process? That’s not going to help anything” Mingi responded. “We just have to get to the end of this section, then we’ll go home. An hour more, two tops.”

Yunho nodded and stood up, ready to get back to work. He figured that the sooner they got back to it, the sooner they’d be done.

*~*~*~*~*~

By 1:30 AM, they had gotten through what had set out to accomplish and decided to call it a day.

“What time do you want to start tomorrow?” Mingi asked as he slid on his coat. Yunho rolled his eyes at that.

“Can we not think about that right now?” He responded with a bit of edge to his voice. “We literally haven’t even left and you already want to talk about tomorrow?”

Mingi knew Yunho well enough to know that his attitude with coming from a place of exhaustion, not anger. “I know, it sucks” he said simply. Yunho sighed, feeling guilty for snapping, but Mingi continued. “You can shower first when we get home.”

“I’m sorry,” Yunho muttered as Mingi closed the door behind them.

“Nothing to apologize for. Just get some sleep tonight” Mingi responded, locking the studio up for the night.

*~*~*~*~*~

Yunho was woken up the next morning by San. “Mingi asked me to get you up” he said apologetically after having heard Yunho finally go to bed around 2:30 that morning.

“What time is it?” Yunho asked hoarsely, his voice still heavy with sleep.

“It’s 7:00 AM” San responded, helping Yunho untangle himself from his covers. He couldn’t help but notice how exhausted Yunho was, or how pale his face had gotten since he last saw him the morning prior. “Are you feeling okay, Yunho? You don’t look so good” he asked.

“Huh? Yeah I’m fine” Yunho responded. “How is Wooyoung?” He asked, quickly changing the subject.

“Seonghwa-hyung said he slept through the night without getting sick, and his fever is down a bit this morning. They’re just hoping it stays down since it came down yesterday morning before spiking again during the afternoon. He’s been really uncomfortable and…” San continued on, but Yunho stopped following, laying back down.

“Mingi will kill me if you go back to sleep” San said, catching Yunho’s attention again.

“Okay, yeah, sorry, I’ll get up” Yunho responded, sitting up again. “I’ll be out in a minute.”

Seeming satisfied, San patted his head and stood up, leaving him alone to get dressed. Once he heard the doorknob click, he sighed deeply, holding his pounding head in his hands. Yunho knew that San usually kept some pain medicine in his bedside table, so he quickly got up and rummaged around the the drawer until he found the bottle and dry swallowed a couple tablets. As he did so, he caught a glimpse of himself in the mirror. San was right, he did look pretty pale, but then again he had hardly slept that night.

After a few more minutes of getting ready, Yunho wandered into the living room, finding Mingi ready to leave along with Hongjoong.

“Grab something to eat, Yunho,” Hongjoong instructed. “Eden-hyung is waiting for me at the studio so we have to get going.”

Yunho nodded tiredly as he absentmindedly reached for a banana off the counter before following the other two out the door.

*~*~*~*~*~

“I don’t think that would make sense, Yunho…if you want Yeosang on the left at the beginning of this formation, there’s no way he’d be able to get there after finishing the chorus all the way on the right…” Mingi said to Yunho, furiously scribbling on their white board.

“Yeah, sorry, I guess I didn’t think about that,” Yunho replied, subconsciously rubbing his temples. He typically wouldn’t miss those types of details but this wasn’t his first slip up of the day and Mingi couldn’t help but notice.

“Do you want to break for lunch?” Mingi responded tentatively. Yunho nodded lightly in response, eyes still cast down. “Okay, no problem,” Mingi said softly, “I’ll go get some food, why don’t you lie down in the lounge for a bit while I’m gone.”

Mingi felt like he was experiencing deja vu. He could tell that Yunho was trying his best, but he seemed to be all over the place today. After giving it some thought, Mingi decided that he’d see how Yunho was doing after eating some lunch and then he’d figure out what to do from there.

Mingi led Yunho to the lounge where he collapsed onto the couch immediately. As he draped a few blankets over Yunho, who’s eyes were already fluttering closed, his heart sank. As much as he wanted to believe that Yunho was just tired from the long hours they’ve been putting in the last few day, Mingi couldn’t shake the feeling that he’d be choreographing the last few songs independently.

By the time Mingi got back, Yunho was fast asleep, his body curled up, looking impossibly tiny. Mingi knelt down beside him, pulling the blankets up before laying his palm on Yunho’s forehead, finding him feverish to the touch.

There was no use in waking Yunho up at this point, so Mingi gathered up their food and quietly left Yunho to rest, flipping the “do not disturb” placard on the lounge door. After dropping his own lunch in the dance studio, Mingi proceeded to Hongjoong’s studio to let him know that Yunho would need a ride home.

*~*~*~*~*~

Hongjoong and Eden had been working on mixing a few tracks for the upcoming album when Mingi knocked on the door and entered with a dark look on his face.

“Hey, we were just about to take a break if you and Yunho want to join” Hongjoong said, closing his laptop.

Mingi shook his head as he dropped Yunho’s lunch on the desk where Eden was sitting. “Thanks, but I have to keep working. Yunho’s not feeling well, he’s asleep in the lounge. Can you arrange him a ride home? I’m sorry, I just really have to get back. I’ve got just about two and a half songs to get through and…”

“Mingi,” Hongjoong interrupted, “it’s okay. We’ll take care of Yunho. Just focus on the choreography.” Mingi nodded and left without another word.

*~*~*~*~*~

Hongjoong let out an audible sigh and he opened the lounge door, finding Yunho asleep, his face pale besides the bright flush in his cheeks. He knelt down beside him, trying to wake him without startling him.

As Yunho opened his eyes, he glanced around, confused to see Hongjoong in front of him and Eden walking through the door with his coat and bag.

“Shit, I have to get back to work” Yunho muttered, but made no attempt to get up.

“No, Yunho-ah, I’m going to take you home. You’re sick” Hongjoong replied, rubbing Yunho’s shoulder.

“Mingi needs me” he attempted to argue weakly, struggling to keep his eyes open.

“Mingi needs you to rest, so you can recover quickly” Eden interjected. “Now let’s get you up so Hongjoong-hyung can get you home and back to bed.”

Eden had just about gotten Yunho bundled up in his jacket and ready to meet the driver downstairs when Yunho stopped in his tracks, diving toward the waste bin against the wall. Hongjoong knelt down with him, trying to comfort him until Yunho seemed to be done vomiting.

“Maybe you guys should just take the bin with you, just in case…” Eden said as he helped Yunho off the floor. Hongjoong nodded, carrying it at an arms length as Eden all but dragged an exhausted Yunho to the car.

Once they had reached the car, Hongjoong helped Yunho from Eden’s arms into the backseat. “I’m sorry, hyung,” Yunho repeated to Eden, trying to bow politely before Eden reached out to stop him.

“It’s okay, Yunho, just focus on getting better. Get lots of rest and listen to your hyungs” he replied, closing the door as Hongjoong walked around to the opposite side of the car.

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I am also generously waiting for (Daddy) ....... Papa Asami and I do hope he is an evil hotty, so I will also try not to simp on him. So I want to ask what you think about who might be the leader of the Chernobog ? because it is a Russian anti–government organisation so the leader might also be a Russian or form some other country or (papa Asami, pretty sure it's not possible).

I think Yuri and Aaron where only like a branch of Chernobog, but since they are now both gone i am not sure if they are going to be a problem anymore for Asami— unless Aaron doesnt do another zombie revival type thing.

Personally i think Yuri and Aaron acted out against Asami due to a personal grudge - they acted as if the missing shipment was so important but i dont think they ever really cared about it and it was just an excuse to pool resources in to take Asami down. For one they never even took the time to investigating where Sudo was hiding this whole time, and blamed Asami for everthing even though they knew the whole time that Sudo was acting outside of him. So first they never even looked for Sudo, then when Sudo appeared again they instantly team up with him to take down Asami. Secoundly, they clearly never investigated who stole the shipment in the first place because they would have discovered it was Mikhail all along. Then when they did find out it was Mikhail they didn’t really care and still set their sights on Asami. Yuri I think was bitter this whole time that Asami shot him off that cruise ship and Aaron was just following along, and eventually for him it became a personal grudge that he had to defeat Asami.

I dont know if they will continue to go after Asami especially since the shipment is long gone, and they’ve really taken quiet a blow. They just keep getting handed fat L’s from Asami 😅 As of now we dont know if anyone will come forward to avenge the death of Yuri and Aaron. But who know?!?

When Mikhail explained that they were anti-government - i got this feeling that he was a little confused about why this orgnaziation, normally based in Russia, were going all the way to Japan! As if they were going outside their normal territory? He said they steal from goverments, and then resell those goods. So it seemed like maybe they were expanding and Mikhail by stealing those goods was chipping away at that expansion and stoping them from making routes in the east.

So after all this I dont know if they will want to continue that expansion if they’ve lost not only money and resources, but leadership as well. Mikhail also made the promise to fei that he would snuff them out - so the worst of them are probably already gone and they might back off now that finally both Aaron and Yuri are gone - and now that Fei, Mikhail and Asami are more official teamed up.

I dont think Papa Asami is the leader of Chernobog probably not - mostly because its hinted that he has some other unknown organization - that is known to Asami and he would recognize his Papa’s work.

Given too what Maksim has said about Asami’s organization (see chapter where Maksim is scolding bed ridden Asami) he makes it out as if Asami’s Sion is nothing but small fry compared to Papa Asami’s. I would think too that Papa Asami views Chernobog as small potatoes too…

But that doesnt mean he doesnt have some kind of business ties to them. Maybe he sells them weapons? Maybe they have business interest that are aligned? Maybe he even has a mole within that organization?

Somehow Papa Asami did hear the news that Chernobog was going to attack the hospital Asami was in. But its possible he just has a lot of contacts and hears things and decided it was concerning enough to get Asami - we dont know?? I just love to speculate

At the end of the day, some of these plot holes might never be filled because well - sensei does kind of move on quickly! Given the raws i’ve seen of the newest chapter that came out last week. I think we have gotten to a transitional phase of finder where honestly anything could happen. Innocent eyes is over and because of that I am not sure if she plans on - moving them back to Japan and introducing new foes there? Or Introducing papa Asami?? or continuing the storyline with Chernobog as a main foe? OR taking a few chapters where our boys take a bit of a break from all of it!!

Well see!! 🤷‍♀️

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