#i’m onto something here no wrong opinions allowed

[tuituipupu]

in my most professional opinion; i think finland should send a song like ihana kipu to switch it up (wish they could just send the actual song ‘cause it’s heaven to my ears) also robin robin robin what’s not to love??

#i’m onto something here no wrong opinions allowed #eurovision #eurovision finland #umk #ihana kipu #robin packalen #viivi #eurovision 2023

[wowconradfisher]

all of the girls you’ve loved before

pairing: min ho x reader

genre: slight angst, best friends to lovers, they are both so dense to each others feelings..

summary: being best friends with KISS’s resident “heart throb” is not for the weak. falling in love with him isn’t either, so what happens when the line between best friend and boyfriend becomes too blurred?

a/n: hi hello i am back from the dead. i’m convinced this acc is just gonna be a jenny han-iverse fic acc bc if not conrad then i’m writing about min ho. i have ended school so i hope i am more consistent with writing! feel free to send in requests + questions btw :D i hope u guys enjoy this silly fic that is also based off a taylor swift song hence the title!

Sitting outside of your best friend’s party that he throws every year was not something you thought you would be doing. You were convinced that this time was going to be different, and maybe just because you were seeing Min Ho in a different light, he would see you too. Here you still were, all dolled up but with no guts to walk into the party. You sighed, thinking about how pathetic you might be looking at the moment to anyone walking by. It was annoying in your opinion, just a month ago you couldn’t stand the thought of being with your best friend but now you’re starting to second guess and think more about the times you’ve spent together.

It was about 2 weeks ago when you and Min Ho, well more so you, started kind of overthinking the things you two would do together. You used to think that it was just regular best friend things you did, like talking about your past lovers and flings, laughing about all of the late nights you both have spent on your own having lame fights on the phone. But then you start thinking about the other nights, sneaking out past curfew and holding onto each other's hands in hopes of not getting caught. Or the way he would treat you the way he would never treat anyone else, allowing you to see his softer side, doing silly things like letting you do his skin care after he knows you’ve been crying in his bathroom about some dude that said “loved you” not knowing how carelessly he’s throwing out the words that mean so much to you. You see yourself doing the regular “best friend duties” like never saying bye to each other because you know you’ll be seeing each other again anyways, but you know it shouldn’t bother you when you see the new transfer student Madison write your best friend’s name in a heart all over her assignment. 

You shook yourself out of your daze and stood up, you knew it was wrong for you to be feeling this way about your best friend and there was no reason for you to start feeling this way now. Looking at your phone’s reflection to fix up your makeup, you took a deep breath and confidently made your way to the venue. Walking in and seeing a bunch of lights and loud music was expected, but tonight your goal was to forget about how you felt and let the universe tell you what to do. 

“Excuse me ma’am who let you out looking so good?” a voice spoke from behind you while tapping you on the shoulder.

You turned around and to your surprise it was one of your other close friends, “Q oh my gosh I haven’t seen you in like a week!” you exclaimed while pulling him into a hug, not failing to notice Florian behind him. Once you pulled away you waved at the other male who signaled to his flask, basically asking you if you wanted a shot. You grinned and suddenly all of your prayers had been answered and your night had begun. 

If you were being honest, you knew you weren’t a light weight. You always thought of yourself as someone who could just drink enough to not be a heavy weight and be at the perfect level of tipsy where you can feel the buzz. This is the point where you had to go out to the dance floor because of how free it made you feel, not a single care or worry in the world. That was until you felt someone tapping on your shoulder. You turned around to see a guy, a random one you have never seen before around KISS. You could admit he was a bit attractive but not as attractive as Min Ho. 

Looking up at the stranger you let out a forced smile, “Hi?” you spoke, but sounded more like a question

“Couldn’t help but notice a pretty girl dancing all by herself, you looking for someone to dance with?” the guy asked as he tried to put his hand on your waist. 

You backed away before you suddenly felt someone behind you put their hand around your waist, “Baby I’ve been looking everywhere for you,” a boy spoke with an accent you could recognize anywhere. Looking up, you let out a soft genuine smile at the sight of your best friend. 

Min Ho cleared his throat and saw the guy was still there, “Hey man I don’t know if you noticed but she’s my girl, so I would appreciate it if you didn’t hit on her,” 

The guy furrowed his brows at Min Ho before quickly realizing who he was, “Oh shit sorry man I didn’t know,” he quickly muttered out

“You’re lucky I didn’t have you kicked out. Now leave us alone, yeah?” Min Ho replied, shooing the other guy away. 

Once the guy was gone, Min Ho held onto your hand and led you to a more secluded area away from the party. He looked at you and caressed your cheek, “You okay Y/N?” he spoke softly

You looked up at your best friend and took in the way he looked at you. The way he looked at you made you feel so delicate, like you were the only person that mattered to him. You broke out of your daze and just nodded at him, “Thank you Min, I think it’s time for me to head out now though,” You spoke

Min Ho frowned, but it looked more like a pout to you, “But I just found you,” he spoke, “and we didn’t even get to dance yet,” 

You took his hand that was on your cheek and held it, “I know, I’m sorry I’m just not in the mood for it anymore,” you replied softly 

After hearing your response, it was like something in Min Ho clicked, causing him to hold your hand again, “Okay, let’s go then,” he spoke like it was no big deal

“Let’s go? What do you mean? Like you’re gonna just ditch your party?” You asked in disbelief

He nodded, “Uh yeah duh? Why would I stay at a party that my best friend doesn’t even want to be at?” 

There was that word again, it just keeps dangling over you and taunting you everytime you think you guys could be something more than just friends. Hearing his response just made you let out a small smile. Him pretending to be your boyfriend just lets you have a glimpse of what you weren’t but what you could be, truly it does break your heart but what can you really do about it.  After that night, he just dropped you off back at your dorms, you didn’t even have the energy to invite him in like how you guys usually do. It did feel awkward just leaving him but you needed this. Your heart needed it. 

You did feel bad for ghosting everyone. It had been a week since the party and you needed to shut down and take time for yourself to really think about what you wanted to do about your feelings for Min Ho. After being by yourself for a week and doing your work online, you felt like you really did learn a lot about yourself, and that in order to get over your feelings for your best friend, you had to accept that you had those feelings in the first place. 

During this week of you ghosting everyone, you weren’t the only one in question about their emotions. Min Ho to say the least has been snappier than ever to everyone. Most times, whenever you were around he would be at his nicest, you were someone who humbled him and brought him back to Earth but without you? He truly was something and someone you did not want to cross. The boy is a mess, he doesn’t know how long ago you guys haven’t talked for this long. Even if it was just a week, it felt like years. One thing Min Ho will do for you but never admit or do for anyone else is giving you space.

If he’s being honest with himself, he tried so incredibly hard not to fall for you or do anything that can potentially jeopardize his relationship with you but the moment he saw you at his party looking the way you did dancing on the dance floor, he knew he was done for. That’s why the whole week he has been so upset with himself for doing what he did that night, for calling you baby, for pretending to be your boyfriend, all of it, because now you weren’t even talking to him. It wasn’t until you texted him asking if he could come over where he finally felt the feeling of anxiousness leave his body.

Min Ho was standing at your door with a bouquet of your favorite flowers, debating on when to knock. That was until you beat him to it and just opened the door after hearing his shuffling from behind the door. Genuinely you were surprised, you didn't expect him to show up so fast, and with your favorite flowers too?

"Hi Min," you spoke with a smile before opening your door to let him in, "Come in please, you've been here countless of times so don't get shy on me now,"

He chuckled, taking off his shoes before stepping into your dorm, placing them among your other shoes and then following you to your room. Before sitting down, he handed you the flowers, "Here Y/N, I got you your favorites,"

"What's the occasion Min?" you asked taking the flowers and admiring them before placing them on your lap

"I just missed you that's all," he replied before sitting down next to you

You cleared your throat and started fiddling with your hands, "Min Ho I've been meaning to talk to you about this for a while," you spoke, "But if I'm honest I want to say I'm sorry for ghosting you for a week, I just needed time to figure out what I was feeling,"

Min Ho grabbed onto your hands and held them, preventing you from fiddling with your hands and causing you to look up at him, "It's okay Y/N, you know I would give you all the time in the world," he replied

Staring into his eyes, you knew you had to say it now or else you would never want to say it, "Min Ho, I'm in love with you," you said feeling so much lighter with that confession alone, "I think I always have been, but I wanted to be sure of it before I told you. I don't know when it exactly happened, but at one point the lines between being my best friend and wanting something more with you started to blur. So please tell me now if I'm just overthinking this whole thing and maybe I'm the only one who feels this way but-" you spoke before Min Ho leaned in to kiss you.

Your eyes widened in shock for a second before you closed your eyes finally kissing him back, melting into his touch and putting your hand onto his chest. If you could describe what the best thing that has happened to you, it would be this moment alone. The way your lips moved together in perfect synchronization, like you were both made for each other. Truly it could not compare to anything you've ever felt before.

Once you both pulled away, your forehead rested against Min Ho's, "You drive me crazy Y/N, I never even thought I had a chance with you but I'm so thankful all of our past romances led me here to you," he spoke

You smiled at his response, "So does that mean you love me too?"

"I love you more than words can describe, I mean I can show you in actions too?" He replied with a smirk

"Min Ho!" you gasped, playfully hitting his shoulder

He laughed at your reaction, "I'm kidding! I mean unless you were serious?"

You rolled your eyes playfully at the boy you were thankful to be in love with. At least this time you were sure this would be real.

#min ho x reader #xo kitty #min ho xo kitty #tatbilb #sang heon lee #min ho x kitty #netflix #Netflix x reader #xo kitty x reader #sang heon lee x reader #to all the boys trilogy #to all the boys ive loved before movie #x reader #y/n #min ho x y/n #kitty song covey

[velvetcloxds]

KISS ME | J.M.

pairing: jj maybank x fem!reader

word count: 1.8k

warnings: basically city girl kissing the pretty surfer boy in the ocean

summary: jj has been acting like your local tour guide since you came to the island on vacation and though you can't stay there forever, there's something else that you can do

“Trust me,” it was an easy ask, truly if you were to trust anyone to lead you into what you considered undeniable danger it would be him, JJ Maybank, blonde hair, sun-kissed skin, eyes that promised nothing but bad decisions, and unforgettable nights. You’d met him on your first night on the island, all dressed up in your cutest little tourist outfit walking around all the wrong places when you stumbled into him and his friends. You had a feeling he wasn’t this welcoming to all the tourists that washed ashore via overpriced fairy and first-class ticket, but you couldn’t deny the allure of running about with a local doing everything you wouldn’t dare to think of at home.

He'd taken you on an adventure you didn’t sign up for, took you walking among the trees, showed you all his favorite spots, hiding or otherwise, stopped at the mainland to show you all the little stores meant for people like you, even stood in line with you to buy one of those beautiful but in his opinion, cringy, overprized shell necklaces, though he made sure to lay on the compliments soon after he’d helped you put it on. The logical part of you considered that this wasn’t entirely wise, allowing a stranger to whisk you about a strange place without a second thought, you’d briefly envisioned your name on some newspaper back home, “tourist girl disappears after having the best month of her life”, alas you ignored reason and allowed him to continue to talk you into his insistent spontaneity.

“Trust you?” you scoffed, a foot testing the water before gently splashing him from where he stood holding a hand out to you, hoping that that dreamy smile would convince you to onto the boat with him, it was very convincing, you’d give him that but the water splashing around you wasn’t and it brought to mind very many other newspaper articles you could end up on. “I just met you a week ago, trust is a hard ask.”

“Have I given you any reason not to trust me yet?” low was his voice, magnetic, a siren song of sorts because you inched closer, biting back a squeal when the water climbed up to your knees, wetting your sundress in the process.

“You sure you know how to drive that thing?” he’d already answered that question at least ten times since he suggested this activity last night, twice at dinner when he helped you remove the shells from your shrimp, once more on the walk home when you stopped to see someone busking by the beach, again when he walked you to your hotel, again on the phone when you called to make sure he got home alright after you’d made him late- the rest was accounted for on the way here, yet he still smiled, playfully rolled his eyes and offered you the same answers as before.

“Yes, I’m sure. Now would you just come over here already,” and with a shaky sigh and a demand from your mind to stop being a baby about it you were taking his hand to have him help you onto the boat he’d borrowed from John B. You didn’t dare take note of the way his hands lingered on your waist, or the smirk on his lips when you gripped onto his wrist until you were safe, just as you hoped he didn’t notice you trying to hide the warmth spreading to your cheeks.

JJ gave you a moment to settle once the boat started moving, hands gripping the edge very tightly as he tried not to admire the sight of you too long, brushing an entirely out-of-character respectful hand over the small of your back as he passed you to the steering wheel, you couldn't look towards him, settling your gaze on the water around you, talking your nerves down.

The nerves in question settled lightly as soon as you went further in, the beauty something you could only imagine, finally being able to experience something you’d seen on the postcards you’d bought to tell your mother all about your time here. You’d gotten courage by the time he’d dropped anker, choosing the perfect spot for what he deemed a casual swim- eyes now locked with his as he took off his shirt, dragged a hand through his hair, preparing himself for his latest pitch.

“Are you planning on seducing me into the water, JJ?” you were only half teasing, partly because you knew that if that was his plan it might just work, and partly because the idea of getting into the water was even more terrifying than getting onto the water.

“Sweet talk yes,” he confirmed, and it was embarrassing how quickly your heartbeat spiked when he flicked the strings of your sundress, a measly little piece of fabric held together by dreams and wishes, it was the only bit of your mother you could bring with you, it deserved to experience this place too. “Seduce, only as a last resort,” you scoffed at that, humming when he slid his arms to either side of you to grip the handle behind you. “You trust me yet?” he had to know the answer to that by now, so when you nodded embarrassingly eagerly, you didn’t expect him to look so surprised, or so smug to be fair. “Well then,” he was careful, seemed to always be so around you, as he released one hand to pull at the strings he flicked at earlier, expert fingers opening your dress to reveal your bathing suit. A little wink was all you got before your sundress dropped to your feet and he was over the edge and into the water.

Be brave, was all you could remind yourself, taking another second to appreciate how beautiful everything around you was, how once in a lifetime the moment felt, and how you knew without a doubt that you’d regret it for the rest of your life if you didn’t go swimming in the ocean with one of the hottest guys that ever looked at you, so you did it. You slipped in slowly, reached for JJ immediately after you’d caught your breath and he was ready for it, settled his hands on your waist, and laughed lightly as you gripped his shoulders.

“Took your time,” he teased, and you could only smile, your head hadn’t caught up with you just yet, with the cold water lapping gently around you, the smell of salt lingering heavy in the air, the heat of the wind unlike how it felt at home, his body against yours, the feel of his fingers somehow still identifiable even under the water. “Talked yourself into it?”

“Just took it all in,” you shook your head, it was worthy of a thousand photos, you had to settle for capturing it in your head, securely filing it under the best few days you’d ever have, the perfect scenes, entries in diaries there weren’t enough pages to cover. “It’s amazing, everything has been so amazing, I wish I didn’t have to leave,” you were surprised you’d managed the sincerity while being so focused on his thumbs brushing ever so close to your hips, up and down matching the rhythm of the ocean.

“Why can’t you?” he challenged and though you knew it must seem so simple from where you were, had he had any idea what brought you here, what you’d run from, what you’d have to get back to, it would probably seem even simpler.

“We can’t always do everything that we want, surfer boy,” he flushed at the nickname, and stuck his tongue in his cheek, how you’d managed to make the most mundane words feel so perfectly special was beyond him. Moving his hands came naturally, instinct, pulling you closer partly because of the increased tide creeping in and because he knew this was it, the peak of your time together and he wanted to make the most of it, savor it, rush it, replay it every moment until he watched you leave.

“What about just one?” he suggested and you’d be left to wonder what on earth that meant had his eyes not drifted to your lips for a fleeting glance before meeting your eyes again, tinted cheeks though not of embarrassment as much as excitement. “What’s one thing you want that you can actually do,” you were happy for the bravery that survived from when you’d talked yourself down there.

“Kiss you,” you didn’t need much time to admit it, consider it, might as well face it and he knew you would, or hoped at least because it didn’t take him much time either to bring you flush against him, chest to chest, far closer than ever before, one hand tightening around his neck to assist you in pulling yourself up, the other though far from steady cupped his cheek. “I want to kiss you,” you breathed though far less certain, eager still but in a nervous, shaken way.

“Well, then, city girl,” he lifted a hand as well, climbed the surface all the way up to your head where he forced you to close the distance, his lips tasted of salt and coconut, perfectly fitting you managed to decide on before getting lost in the kiss and when you pulled away with a light giggle and newly wettened hair from the boat bumping into you, JJ swore he could kiss you all over again. “You could stay,” he argued, humming as you returned your hand to fall over the other, arms folded around his neck, no need for space now which is why you didn’t stray away from him brushing his nose against yours. “There’s still so much more I could show you,” you didn’t mean to shake your head so quickly and turn him down, but for once you didn’t want to think about what was next, only now.

“Kiss me again,” you demanded and you were perfectly in place to do it yourself really, but you needed him to stop talking. “Just stop talking and kiss me.”

“Now who is seducing who,” his words were laughably contradicting as he tapped your legs to have them wrap around his waist, hands drifting daringly low as he did just as you asked and selfishly he had no plans on stopping anytime soon.

#jj maybank #jj maybank fluff #jj maybank blurb #jj maybank drabble #jj maybank one shot #jj maybank fic #jj maybank fanfic #jj maybank fanfiction #jj maybank x reader #jj maybank x you #jj maybank x y/n

[indirigo]

My take on the Toshiro/ Laios fight

I just wanna share my opinions bc I see a lot of people here boiling it down to oh Toshiro (bc that’s his name btw not Shuro) big meanie and neurotypical hates Laios bc he’s autistic, which completely decontextualises the fight and Toshiro’s background.

Yes, I understand why people are pissed at Toshiro ,and as an autistic person who’s been alienated my whole life what he said to Laios did hit very hard, at first I was pissed too so don’t mistake me as someone completely siding with one or the other.

Also I’m a firm believer that Toshiro is autistic as well FIGHT ME.

Toshiro is first of all very sleep deprived, hasn’t eaten, and shocked not only from seeing Falin turned into a chimera but also discovering that her brother allowed dark magic to be used on her; Toshiro grew up in country with different social norms, AND in a very strict household with a not so nice father, he was taught since his childhood to suppress his emotions (mask) and not complain. This means that he will not complain about something until he has had enough and his frustration spills out unhealthily.

Toshiro ever since joining the group has been called Shuro by Laios even tho that’s not his name, and never knew how to deal with Laios’ excitement towards him (bc again he was taught to suppress his feelings).

Laios on the other hand almost does not mask at all! (Which good for him honestly) and yes he is socially awkward and has bad timing but guess what TOSHIRO IS ALSO LIKE THIS (he literally proposed to Falin after not even telling her that he likes her) Toshiro sees himself in Laios but also sees Laios as all those things he was taught were WRONG; at the end of the fight Toshiro realised he was ENVIOUS of Laios, and I feel like people blatantly ignore it.

This is also connected imo on why he “hated” Laios but fell in love with Falin even though they have similar traits (I wanna make this point clear also bc I see a lot of people treating Laios and Falin like they’re the same person, they’re not) , Falin, like Toshiro, is way more reserved and imo he projected a lot of himself on her.

Now onto the other side, Laios is right, Toshiro should’ve told him more clearly that he thought he was annoying and interrupting him and Falin a lot of the time, bc Laios had no way of knowing as he cannot read Toshiro’s mind. And that’s just the truth.

So in conclusion what I mean to say is that yes Toshiro was mean to Laios during that fight , but the argument was so much more nuanced than how some of the readers interpreted it. It’s ok to recognise that Laios also made mistakes and we know he is extremely intelligent, let’s not dumb him down for the sake of the argument.

And saying that you want Toshiro dead over this is a bit extreme😭 and I say it as someone who got the Laios treatment multiple times.

That’s all, thank you for reading🌷

#dungeon meshi #dungeon meshi spoilers #delicious in dungeon #laios dungeon meshi #toshiro dungeon meshi #shuro dunmeshi

[sparrowritings]

out of reach

pairing: semi x male!reader

summary: (y/n) has known semi since they played for band in middle school. (y/n) was sure that semi didn’t reciprocate his feelings after a failed confession years ago, but recent happenings have made it incredibly difficult for (y/n) to suppress those feelings.

warnings: (not actually) unrequited love

word count: 2.9k

a/n: first fic on here, i hope you enjoy!

“Oi Semi, what’s up with you today?” You question as the music abruptly stops, the echo of the crash cymbal reverberating across the practice room. 

Your hands were sore from the amount of time you guys had spent going over the same part of the song. It was the chorus, and you guys had perfected it over the past few months of practice. You didn’t know what was going on, but Semi kept missing his entrance to the chorus, coming in too early, or playing the chords to an entirely different section of the music. You set your bass back into its case, sighing. 

“I think we should stop here. This isn’t going anywhere and I think we shouldn’t push it today.” You say, zipping the case shut. You get up and walk back over to Semi, who is staring absentmindedly at his fingers on the fretboard. You place a hand on his shoulder, and he jerks in surprise, taking a step back. 

“Hey, if there’s anything wrong, you know you can tell us right?” You say, making eye contact. He averts his gaze, deciding that the floor was more interesting at that moment.

“I’m fine…I-I’m just tired, that’s it,” Semi says, relaxing his hands and allowing his guitar to hang from the strap.

“If you say so…” You reply, unconvinced, “but just so you know, I’ll always be there if you need to talk.” You step back over to your things.

“I’ll be heading out now, I’ll see you guys next week.” You say, flashing a thumbs up before leaving the music room to get back to your dorm. 

The weather was getting chillier, and the sun was setting earlier. By the time band practice was over, it was almost completely dark outside. A cool autumn breeze ruffled your hair, causing you to clutch the front of your blazer close. Today was strange; everyone had their off days, but it was unlike Semi to be so unfocused. Ever since you got closer to him in middle school, he had never been like this. Admittedly, your opinion may have been biased since you fell head over heels for the ash-blond after the first time you guys played together; him on the electric guitar, and you on the bass. When he dated his first girlfriend, you accepted the fact that he was always going to be out of your reach.

Before you knew it, you were standing in front of the door. Opening the door, you spot your roommate, Tendou sitting at his desk, typing away at something. You greet him, before setting your instrument down and setting your homework on your table. The plan was to do homework until you went to bed, but the sudden “ding!” coming from your phone abruptly distracted you from your train of thought.

Semi

(y/n)

come over now

please

ok i’ll be right there

seen 11:23pm

When you get to his room, the door is unlocked. You let yourself in, closing the door softly behind you. The room was dark, the only source of light being Semi’s desk lamp. Semi is curled up on his bed in fetal position, his phone lying face up next to his face. It was dim, but you could see his face. His eyes were watery and red. Like a magnet attracted to the opposite pole, you rush to his side kneeling next to the bed. 

“Semisemi, what’s wrong?” You feel a clench in your chest; you knew something was wrong today. 

He sits up, grabbing a few tissues from the tissue box lying on the bed. You get onto the bed too, sitting upright against the wall. Unexpectedly, he wraps his arms around your neck, burying his head into the crook of your neck. You rub soothing circles into his back, his form shaking. You had never seen him this vulnerable. You hand him more tissues as he slowly calms down, his sobbing now reduced to the occasional hiccup and sniffle. Even as his body stills, you continue gently stroking shapes into his back. He holds onto you just as tight as when he first looped his arms around you.

The two of you sit in a comfortable silence, and you zone out, staring at the few photos Semi had put up on the wall in front of his desk. You spot a Polaroid selfie that you had taken of the two of you right after a band performance in middle school. Semi had a fond smile on his face, while you had your arm around his shoulders, holding up a peace sign with your other hand. 

“Coach Washijou decided that I would be benched this season,” Semi mumbled into your shoulder. “He said that I’m not the setter the team needed, and they’re putting Shirabu in as a starter.”

Your eyes flit over to the taller male. Volleyball, along with the band were the two most important things in his life. You remember the day he announced to you that he was accepted to Shiratorizawa on a sports scholarship. The gleam in his eyes and the pride in his voice still stuck with you today.

“Semi, that doesn’t take anything away from who you are as a volleyball player.” You spoke softly, still staring at the wall across the room, “You’re still an amazing fucking setter and player, even if your playstyle isn’t what the coach is looking for.” You turn to look at the taller boy, the blankets rustling underneath you. 

He looks up at you, eyes still watery and bloodshot. Bringing your hands to his cheeks, you squeeze his face. “You’re amazing, and you’ll always be amazing Semi. Don’t forget that, ‘kay?”

After that night, you frequented his room more and more. Whether it was because he needed comfort, or because you wanted company, you found yourself in his room more often than not. You would talk about anything on your mind, and by the time you realized it, it was well into the night. You could talk about anything, and Semi would listen as if you were the only person in the world. You convinced Semi to keep putting his all in volleyball, and he decided to keep working hard on his serves.

All of this led to now. The two of you were sitting on Semi’s bed, backs against the wall, watching a show on Semi’s laptop. Your knees were touching under the covers, and pleasant warmth radiated from where you were touching. Your head was resting on Semi’s shoulder, and your eyes were drooping. The warmth under the covers, the white noise coming from the computer and the dim surroundings, everything felt pleasant. 

You woke up the next day to unfamiliar surroundings. Your gaze wandered over to the opposite wall, and you recognized the posters. Semi’s room. Then, you realized that there was an arm curled around you. Your shirt was slightly lifted, and a warm hand was on your abdomen. Your legs were entangled with Semi’s, and you were trapped. Blood rushed to your face. Why was it so hot in this room? You sat up abruptly, and got out of bed. Semi was startled awake, blinking slowly. 

“(Y/N)?” You freeze on your way to the door, looking back at the boy who just woke up, a sad smile on your face. You don’t say anything before you leave the room.

When you quietly enter the room that morning, Tendou was waiting for you. He sat on his chair, directly facing the door. You walk in, ignoring him, slumping face first into your bed. 

“Where were you last night?” Tendou inquired.

“I can’t do this anymore.” You huff into the pillow.

“Semi?”

You shot up. 

“What?! What makes you think that?” You ask, flustered. 

“Ah, so it is Semisemi.” Tendou responds with a shit-eating grin. You bury your face into your hands.

You sigh, staring at the ground.

“I don’t want to talk about that right now.” You quickly packed your things, throwing your textbooks and pens into your backpack, before you rushed to the school building. As you enter the classroom, you’re reminded of when you woke up. English, a class you share with Semi.

You would normally sit next to him, but today you elected to sit by the window. You zoned out in class staring outside, the events of the previous night and earlier this morning replaying in you head like broken record. You could feel the ghost of his touch over your abdomen, and the pleasant bloom of warmth that danced across your skin when your knees touched. 

You knocked your water bottle off the table in your exasperation, and the entire class looked in your direction. You could feel the back of you neck heat up. You couldn’t wait for class to be over. The second the bell rang, you were out of your seat and out of the door, entirely missing the “(Y/N), wait!” that slipped from Semi’s mouth.

Semi

(y/n) we need to talk

Please

Seen 15:08

You read the text, turning your phone on the table so that the screen was face down. 

“Tendou, I need to talk to you.” Semi spoke as the two packed the stray volleyballs away.

“Is it about that jump floater? Well I think-”

“No it’s about-”

“(Y/N)?”

“No- wait- how did you know I was going to say that?”

“Well this morning (Y/N) came back into the room after being absent for the entire night.”

“Did he say anything?”

“Oh so it had to do with you.”

“What? I-” Semi paused, knowing that he was caught red handed. His cheeks warmed up. Semi paused. “(Y/N)’s been ignoring me all day. He hasn’t been responding to my texts either.” 

“Well, if you want my advice, you have to tell me what happened this morning.”

“Well-” Semi averted Tendou’s eyes, “Yesterday night (Y/N) was over and ended up falling asleep. He looked so peaceful that I couldn’t bear waking him up, so I let him stay the night.”

“And how did you feel about that?”

“I’m… not opposed to it..”

“Oh? Does Semisemi have a crush?~” Tendou teased. 

“And if he does?” Semi responds, a defiant look crossing his face. 

“Ohoho~ You should tell (Y/N).” 

“I don’t think he likes me back though.” Semi said quietly.

“I still think you should tell him. He deserves to know, don’t ‘ya think?” Semi opened his mouth to say something, but Tendou cut him off before he could make any sound. “Plus, didn’t (Y/N) convince you to continue volleyball before you almost decided to quit entirely?”

Semi hesitated. Casting his eyes down. 

“Okay.”

It had been three weeks since you last spoke to Semi. You made sure to stay out of his way, and you didn’t respond to his texts. You could tell he was trying to find an opportunity to talk to you, but you didn’t want to deal with it. You had already gone through this once, you didn’t want to do it again.

You were planning on confessing to him that day. You bought a single gardenia as a gift to go along with your confession, along with his favourite chocolate bar. When you got to him that day after classes, he was with a girl that he was hanging out with a lot lately. You thought nothing much of it. Well, until Semi introduced you to his new girlfriend. You had thrown the gardenia away and cried to Tendou about it that day.  

It had worked, up until recently. You were partially mad that you had forgotten how much it hurt the last time you felt that way.

“Oi (Y/N),” Tendou’s voice pulled you out of your reminiscing, “I’m headed to Ushiwaka’s, I’ll be back in a bit.” You give him an absentminded nod before he exits the room.

Seconds later, you hear a few knocks at the door. You rolled your eyes, opening the door. 

“What did you forget this time-” You said, fully expecting to be faced with the red head, catching yourself as you realized it was the very person you were trying to avoid the past three weeks.

“(Y/N). We need to talk.” Semi says, standing in front of your door. You try to close it, but he catches it with his foot. 

“Why have you been ignoring me? Was that night too much? Did I do something? Why can’t you just tell me what I did?” 

“It’s… not you-” You say as you try to formulate a response.

“Then what is it? Why won’t you talk to me?” Semi fires back, a bit louder this time.

“Do you really want to know?” You raise your voice.

“I do.” Semi stared into your eyes, rooting you in place. 

“It’s because I like you okay? And I have since we played in the band together in middle school. I thought back then that maybe you’d return my feelings, but you’re obviously not into guys. I was going to confess to you the day you introduced me to your first girlfriend, you know?” You paused, your voice trapped behind the lump forming in your throat.

“(Y/N), I-” Semi starts, taking a step back.

“I promised that I would let go of those feelings, but how could I? How could I when you held me like there was more going on between the two of us? How could I when you treated me like you returned my feelings? Do you like toying with my feelings?” You took a breath, wiping away the tears that had built up in your eyes, refusing to let them drop. 

“There. I’ve ruined our f-friendship,” Your voice dropped, “I-I don’t know what I was thinking- I-I,” You wipe your cheeks again, tears now readily running down your face.

“Eita- I- I’m sorry,” You slam the door shut in his face, leaning against the other side of the door and sliding down to sit on the floor, hugging your knees.

When Tendou returns to the room, he is surprised that something was behind the door, stopping him from opening it all the way. He had known about Semi coming over; he had coordinated it after all. He finds you still curled up at the foot of the door, inside the room. 

“Hey (Y/N), you’re okay, you’re okay,” Tendou immediately switches to comfort mode, fetching the tissue box and handing it over to you. It was almost striking how similar this situation was to the time when your confession to Semi didn’t go to plan. When he calmed you down, he went out and fetched your favourite flavour of ice cream, listening to you as you ranted about how Semi would never return your feelings. When you went to take a shower, Tendou took the opportunity to find out what the fuck had happened.

Tendou

oi semisemi

what the fuck did you do

i thought the plan was to confess to (y/n)? why did i find him curled up and crying when i got back?

i didn’t have any time to say thing before he shut the door on me

don’t worry i’m going to fix it

Seen 21:46

Later that night, you were mindlessly scrolling, trying to distract your mind from everything that had happened today. Tendou had gone out for a shower when you heard knocks at the door. Reluctantly, you slip out of your covers and open the door.

It was Semi.

You stared down at your feet, refusing to meet his eyes.

“I understand if you don’t want to be friends anymore… I’m sorry I got so emotional earlier, I-”

“(Y/N), you didn’t give me the-”

“No! It’s alright, I’ll get over this, I-”

“(Y/N), listen to me!” You look up at his brown eyes. “You didn’t give me the chance to respond. I need you to know that I wasn’t trying to lead you on. I like you too, and I’m mad at myself that I wasn’t able to tell you earlier.” The words don’t register in your head.

“What do you mean-” Semi caresses your jaw, pulling you into a gentle kiss. You don’t feel fireworks and electricity, but instead a gentle warmth, like the sunlight that filters into your room on a slow afternoon. It was walking down the grass slope to the river on long summer days; the afterglow of nailing a band performance after sleepless nights; going out for late night ramen after Semi’s volleyball practice, and so much more. You kiss back after the initial shock wears off, placing one hand on his hip and the other behind his head, deepening the kiss. 

When you part for air, Semi pushes you against the door, going in for another kiss, before you two are interrupted. 

“Guys I’m really happy for you but please get a room~” Tendou approaches from the end of the hallway in a towel, his shower basket in his other hand.

You both flush, and you bury your head into Semi’s chest, hiding your embarrassment. 

When Tendou enters the room and leaves the two of you in the hallway, Semi pecks your forehead. He looks at you with a look that could only be described as pure adoration, and for the first time since middle school, what you longed for was no longer out of reach.

#haikyuu #haikyuu x male reader #haikyuu x reader #semi eita #semi eita x reader #semi eita x male reader #shiratorizawa #shiratorizawa x reader #shiratorizawa x male reader #tendou satori #male reader

[desires-of-chain]

negotiations

Really hope ghost anon doesn’t mind me hopping on their concept and doing something similar, but oh my god that ask about tying Warriors up and making him watch another Link get a piece of reader had me going bonkers yonkers. I banged this out in like half an hour flat I just HAD to write something when I got this idea. ‘Some food for thought’ BOY WAS I EATING THAT SHIT. Anyway. Did this one with Legend instead since the idea of him and Warriors settling a bet/disagreement using reader was very appealing. Hope you enjoy!

- wizard anon

Content: gender neutral reader, voyerism, light bondage/restraining (just wrists), teasing, Warriors being possessive. Final word count: 726

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When Legend said he had a way to make him see his side of things, Warriors wasn’t expecting… this.

He’s tied up in an inn chair - loose enough to break free if he needs to, but still tight enough to prove a point. He half thought Legend did it just as a joke, a way to 'interrogate’ him into conceding to the other’s opinion, and he doesn’t know if the actual intentions are better, or worse.

All he knows is that he needs to get his hands on you. 

He brought you into the room shortly after tying him up, and Warriors immediately began to clue into what was going to happen. Legend sat you down on your knees towards the foot of the bed, facing Warriors, and curled himself over your back, chin resting on your shoulder.

“You’re gonna watch me pull them apart until you agree that I’m right, Captain. I hope you’re prepared.”

The way he moved his hands across your body, slowly pulling your layers off. The way he pressed his lips to your throat, holding your jaw to make you hold eye contact across the room with him. Warriors watched your face as you gasped and twitched, sensitive to the roaming hands and marks Legend left all over your body.  He can feel his growing erection strain against his trousers, desperate to be the one holding you against himself and feeling you up instead.

But even as you are stripped to just the lingerie Warriors bought for you, his pride would not allow him to.

The argument was stupid, actual contents of it long forgotten with all the blood rushing from his brain to his cock. But Legend was being obnoxious about it - still is - and he will not let horniness get in the way of proving a point.

Oh, but he wants to. He watches Legend’s hand slip under the edges of your underwear, hears the moan that falls out of your mouth as he touches you, and he wants to fall victim to his base instincts. It’s delicious, sweet torture, and he hates and loves it in equal measure.

Legend sees it plain on his face and chuckles.

“They’re yours the second you say the magic words, Captain. Surely you’re not going to just sit there and watch for hours as I wring every little sliver of pleasure out of them?”

Legend continues moving his hands against you, the one not slotted in your underwear gently tracing from your thigh up to your chest, finding a nipple and playing with it.

“Link, please…”

Warriors can’t tell who you meant in that moment, but the second he hears it all worries of pride and dignity are thrown straight out the window.

“Fucking- fine! You were right, and I was wrong. There, I said it. Get me out of these fucking binds.”

Legend detaches himself from you immediately - your whine only pushing Warriors to tug at the ropes impatiently - and hops off the bed to untie him.

“Now, that wasn’t so hard, was it?”

“Just get the fuck out of here.”

He doesn’t pay any attention to Legend as he leaves, nor the left over sting of the rough ropes on his wrists. No, all his attention is firmly on you, panting on the bed and looking up at him with a faux innocent expression.

“Enjoy the show?” You smile up at Warriors, and he borderline growls in response. He pushes you down onto the bed by the shoulders, following down with a kiss firm enough to bruise. His hands pin your wrists to the bed just as firmly.

“I’m about to get a much better one, watching you writhe on my cock while I replace every single touch of his with mine. Wearing my lingerie and everything - you knew exactly what you were doing.”

He’s not truly angry, but watching you squirm underneath him, eyes wide with anticipation as if he was fills him with a predatory joy he didn’t know he was capable of. 

He reaches for the hem of your underwear.

“He was going to wring you of pleasure slowly, but I’m going to break you until you want nothing but my touch. I promise.”

As he begins placing kisses on your throat, one hand between your legs, he hears you whisper in his ear.

“Ravage me, Link.”

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FFuuuuuckkkkk 😫😫😫 I think I ascended to another dimensional plane and I ain’t comin’ back down y’all. 🧙 anon had fed us, once again without a thought.

#submission #.bea answers #smut #link x reader #link x reader smut #link smut #loz link x reader #loz x reader #loz smut #minors do not interact #🧙 anon

[vodika-vibes]

Opinions

Summary: You offer Alpha-17 some comfort.

Pairing: Alpha-17 x Reader

Word count: 1231

Warnings: Suggestive hints

Song: None

Divider by saradika

“Cadet,” You pinch the bridge of your nose as you look down at the, admittedly adorable, child looking up at you through mismatched eyes, “Tell me. What, exactly, were you thinking?”

The little boy, who cheerfully goes by the name Booth, looks down at his feet, and then he looks up at you with a grin, “I just thought it would be fun.”

You sigh and rub your temples, “You want to know what’s going to be fun? Cleaning up this mess.”

“But-!”

“No buts, Booth. You do the crime, you do the time.” You lightly ruffle his curly hair, “Go ask 99 where the cleaning supplies you need are.”

Booth pouts, “Can I ask 99 to help me?”

“Did 99 help make the mess?”

“...no.”

“Then why should he have to clean it up?”

Booth pouts even more, but turns and trots out of the room, and you finally turn your attention to the mess in the room that had been Booth’s lab. A quick glance tells you that the machines are untouched, though the rest of the room is completely covered in paint and glitter.

“Mm. Well this looks festive,”

You turn to the door and smile tiredly at Alpha-17, “I don’t think Booth enjoys the medic training.” You reply with a sigh.

“I can tell,” Alpha-17 steps into the room, taking care to step over a paint puddle, “Is he going to clean it up?”

“Yeah,” You step over a pile of glitter, “He’s going to get the cleaning supplies now.”

“Good. You told him 99 wasn’t allowed to help?”

“Of course,” You scowl at him, “Believe it or not, Alpha, I do know how to raise these kids at this point.”

He smirks at you, and leans against one of the clean tables, “Does that make you their mom,”

“I am far, far too young to be mom to an army of children,”

“I don’t think that’s your choice anymore,” He counters with a small grin.

You roll your eyes and fold your arms, “Is there something you need, Alpha?”

His gaze slowly drags down your body, and then back up to meet your gaze, “Oh, definitely.”

You blush and then glare up at him, “You’re a pervert.”

“And I’ll own that,” Alpha-17 replies with a shrug, “As it happens, I’m here because General Ti thinks you’re working too hard.”

“Well, she’s not wrong.” You say with a sigh.

“So I have been given orders to get you out of here.” Alpha continues.

“Since when do you take orders from jedi?” You ask.

“Since I like this order,” He answers with a wolfish grin.

“Of course you do,” You reply with a sigh.

“Come on, cyar’ika. Orders are orders,” He lightly grips your wrist and tugs you close, “And you know me. I love order.”

“You love orders that allow you to do what you want,” You correct, but you don’t fight when he pulls you closer and rests his hand on the small of your back.

“That is true.” He agrees.

The door to the lab slams open again, and Booth beams up at them, “I have the cleaning supplies, mom!”

“I’m not-” You sigh, “You know what, never mind. Hop to it, Booth.”

“Kay!” Booth turns his elated grin to Alpha.

“You heard the lady, ad’ika.” Alpha says lazily, “I’ll have 99 checking after you. And you don’t want to disappoint 99, do you?”

“No, buir.” Booth says through a pout, before he rolls the cleaning supplies into the room.

You smile at Booth, and then allow Alpha to gently guide you out of the room. “So. If I’m mom and you’re buir-”

He draps his arm over your shoulder, “We have so many kids, cyar’ika.”

The walk back to your room takes only five minutes, and you’re more than happy to settle on your couch. Alpha drops onto the couch next to you and pulls you onto his lap. 

You hum happily and bury your face in his neck. 

“I have a question for you,” Alpha-17 rumbles as he slowly drags his hand down your spine.

“I’m listening.” You reply as you lay your head on his shoulder.

His hand slides up into your hair, twining your hair around his fingers, “What do you see when you look at me?” 

“That’s a curious question,” You murmur thoughtfully, your hand coming up to lightly stroke his jaw.

“Humor me, cyar’ika.”

“Hm…alright.” You very gently trace the scars on his face, and his hums in response, “What do I see when I look at you?”

He smiles at you, warm and soft and only for you.

“I see a fighter. Someone I’ve always felt safe around, even when you were driving me insane.” He lets out a quiet laugh, “I see someone who loves his brothers so much, that he’d do anything to protect them. Even going so far as to becoming their dad.”

“Someone had to look after them,” He says lowly.

You smile at him, “I see you, Alpha. Everything you do. Everything you are.” You lean in and kiss him, so very gently, “And I love you.”

He smiles at you, “You love me?”

“You live with me, Alpha. I spend every night with you. And I’m co-parenting your army of children,” You kiss his nose, “Of course I love you.”

He hums and pulls you into a kiss, “I love you.”

“Well, I am very lovable.” You reply against his lips.

“Well, I do agree with that.” He says with a quiet laugh, a glint entering his eyes.

“What are you planning?”

He smiles and rolls you so that your back is pressed to the couch and you’re pinned under him, “Hm. This is much better.”

“Oh?”

“Mm. I do like it when you’re under me.” He kisses you, “And pressed against me.” He kisses you again and again. “And near me.”

“You know,” You answer, slightly breathlessly, “I’m getting the feeling that you just like being near me.”

“Guilty as charged.” He kisses you again and again, his hands sliding under your shirt, “I was also told to help you relax.”

“Is that right?”

“Mm. And the easiest way to help you relax-”

“Is a bubble bath and some tea?”

He laughs, “Sure, love. I’ll run you a bubble bath and make you some tea.” And then he grins, “After.”

“After?”

“After I help you relax.” He kisses you again and again, and then his lips trail down to your neck, “Plus, some of those marks are starting to fade.”

You laugh, and hook your arms around his neck, “Well then,” You pull him down and kiss him, “We should probably move off of my couch.”

“What, you think I can’t help you relax over here?” Alpha asks, his eyes glittering.

You pause, and then tilt your head with a coy smile, “Well-”

He grins, “Oh, that sounds like a challenge, princess.”

“Does it?” You coo up at him.

His eyes gleam a little brighter, “Clothes off, Princess.” He says lowly, “Or I’m going to do it for you.”

Your eyes glitter, “Oh, I don’t know Alpha. I don’t think I can.”

He pauses, and then he grins, “What’s your word, Princess?”

“Plastoid,” You murmur, “My word is plastoid.”

“Good girl, Princess.”

Neither you, nor Alpha, leave your bedroom for the rest of the day. And well into the day after.

#star wars #tcw #Alpha-17 x reader #x reader fanfiction #star wars fanfiction

[autumnshighlady]

I’ve Always Liked to Play With Fire (part 15)

NESTA ARCHERON X ERIS VANSERRA X FEMALE!READER

summary: Azriel has a tough decision to make

warnings: Night Court slander, semi graphic torture, Rhysand is horrible, the usual

word count: 5.8k

DO NOT REPOST ANYWHERE

a/n: oh my god i am so so so sorry this took so long! life has been insane lately i havent had the energy to write. Anywho, this chapter is just the start of something super big so buckle up and look for hints hehe alsO PLEASE GIVE FEEDBACK ON THIS CHAPTER IM BEGGING

feedback is appreciated, just no hate pls! these are just my opinions, i’m more curious to see how you all like the writing and characterization and storylines!

part 1 // part 2 // part 3 // part 4 // part 5 // part 6 // part 7 // part 8 // part 9 // part 10 // part 11

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AZRIEL POV

Azriel couldn’t help but flinch at the sight of your limp body, arms strung up like you were a piece of meat dangling from the chains. He had thought himself to be good at shutting off his emotions when it came to his line of work, but this felt different. Wrong, even. It confused him – not once had he ever hesitated, ever even considered disobeying his High Lord’s orders down in these dungeons.

Your hair was matted and lifeless around your face, the weak rise and fall of your chest being the only indication that you were even still alive. The beautiful gown that adorned your body at the ball was now tattered and dirty, barely clinging onto your skin in some places. Azriel gulped as he stared at your unconscious form, wiped out from Rhysand’s attempts to penetrate your mind.

Evidently, the High Lord was beyond frustrated, his brow furrowed and sweaty from the efforts. “I’ve never seen this,” He muttered, running a hand through his dark hair. “Not once. I’ve always been able to get inside people’s heads. Why not hers?”

“I don’t know.” Azriel responded. He felt his shadows curl around his scarred fingers. Normally they did so to encourage him to get the job done, but this time felt different. It was as if they wanted him not to end your life, but to reach out and free you from the shackles. But he ignored them.

Rhys slumped against the wall, panting slightly. “I need answers, Az.” He snapped, voice sharp. “How is this girl able to withstand my magic? And how the hell did she access some ancient spell that allowed this bond to form with Nesta? I would prefer to know before I end things, so whatever shit she may have put in motion can be stopped.”

Azriel stiffened. “End things?

The High Lord sighed, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world. “Come on, Azriel. You know this is how it has to end. She spent months plotting against our court, and possesses some form of magic within her bond with Nesta. She’s a threat and you know it. And threats like that must be eliminated.”

He spoke with that authoritative voice that Azriel had seen bring so many others to their knees in obedience. He felt it tug at his bones, the instinct to obey his High Lord. Azriel had always considered himself loyal, never needing that extra kick to submit to his superior. Until now. “I disagree.” Azriel said sternly. “(Y/N) has lied, yes. But she has shown no signs of intending to inflict harm upon this court. All she wanted was to get out, and she knew we wouldn’t let her.”

“I don’t recall you being this blind, brother.” Rhysand’s voice was low as his violet eyes sternly stared down his spymaster. “Did she flash you her tits during training sessions? Is that why you’ve suddenly gone soft?”

“No. I think we pushed her too hard, too fast into this job she did not want. She had already lost everything in the Spring Court, and when Lucien brought her here she immediately became a prisoner. Did you expect her to bow at your feet and be eternally grateful for letting her stay here? We should have given her a reason to want to become a part of this court, not force her into it within a span of months.”

Rhysand let out a growl, and Azriel knew he was pushing his limits. “Careful, Az.” He said. But Azriel ignored him.

“Can you blame her for resenting us?” The shadowsinger continued, against his better judgement. “Our High Lady destroyed her court, and when Lucien brought her here she was forced to live indebted to the female who allowed her home to be ruined.”

There was a low rumble within the cell as Rhysand’s dark mist began to creep out from behind him. “Choose your next words wisely, Azriel. Or I’ll begin to think you’ve helped her.”

“I didn’t, and you know it. But your protectiveness for your mate is clouding your judgement as a leader, Rhysand. This girl does not deserve to die for what she has done.”

Before he could breathe another word, a sharp pain cut through his throat as Rhys’ dark power wrapped around it, cutting off his air. Shock flooded through him, hazel eyes bulging as the violet eyed male snarled at him. He didn’t try to fight back. Not once had his brother gone this far – sure, they had their fair share of nasty fights, but never like this. No matter how angry they had gotten with each other, neither had ever threatened the life of the other. Until now.

“That is not your call to make, spymaster.” Rhysand snarled furiously. “I am your High Lord before anything else, and you are sworn to me. My word is law, not yours. You will go and search for more insight into this bond between her and Nesta. Whether you find anything on it or not, (Y/N) will die by your hand at dawn tomorrow. You will not protest, and you will not breathe a word about this to anyone. If I sense even for a second that you will disobey me, I will throw you in a cell beside this scheming whore. Am I understood?”

Azriel nodded as best he could, body still frozen in shock. After a moment, Rhysand’s tendrils finally retreated, leaving the spymaster gasping for air. Despite working alongside him, being the executioner to his master for over 500 years, Azriel had never known what it was to be like on the receiving end of his High Lord’s pure fury until now. He glanced over at your strung-up figure, guilt churning in his gut. You had endured this torture for days, a torture Azriel only received a glimpse of.

As the spymaster inhaled deeply kneeling on the cold floor, his shadows whispered to him. He knew deep down that he had a choice to make, one like never before. 500 years of loyalty to Rhysand was being put to the test, something Azriel never thought would happen. Another glance at how intensely Rhys was staring at your imprisoned, starved form was all he needed to winnow away.

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Azriel’s throat still burned from the pressing of Rhys’ dark mist. He kept his demeanour calm as he approached the doors to the library at the House of Wind, even though his stomach was in a thousand knots. He knew what he was about to do was treason at the highest order, and the second Rhys found out he would be flayed alive. The clenching and unclenching of his scarred fingers was the only indication of his disturbance as the spymaster was met with Clotho. Her pale robes shone in the blue light of the library as she approached him.

Shadowsinger, Her elegant writing appeared on the paper in lieu of her voice. What can I do for you?

“I need to see Gwyneth.” Azriel said, trying to keep the urgency out of his voice to not alarm the priestess.

Gwyn is occupied right now. May I take a message?

He gulped nervously. “I’m really sorry, Clotho. But I need her right now.”

That will not be possible. I suggest you return at another time, Azriel.

“Please.” Azriel hated begging, and hated pushing the priestess even more. But before Clotho could script a reply, a gentle voice sounded from behind the shelves a few metres away.

“Azriel?” Gwyn’s red hair appeared, streaming down her flowing robes as she carried an alarming amount of books. “What are you doing here?”

“Gwyn, I need to speak with you in private. Right now.” He pleaded, hoping Clotho wouldn’t shoo him away.

Gwyn’s teal eyes were puzzled, but she nodded. “It’s alright Clotho.” The priestess merely nodded beneath her hood before turning and disappearing back into the stacks.

Azriel breathed a sigh of relief as Gwyn put down the books. She walked towards one of the offices, and he followed her in silence. The room was tense as she closed the door behind him.

She crossed her arms, which made him halt. Normally his interactions with Gwyn were pleasant, leaving his shadows singing happily afterwards. But the way she was staring at him with a hardened glare made him want to shrink back.

“Where is (Y/N)?” Gwyn said sharply.

Azriel took a deep breath, unsure of how to approach this. He didn’t know what version of that night at the Hewn City had reached the ears of the priestesses. “Gwyn–”

“Don’t bullshit me for one second, Azriel.” The redhead was unyielding, but he could see the anxiousness within her as her throat bobbed with every word. “Nesta left for Autumn with Eris, but (Y/N) never returned from the Hewn City that night. What did you do to her?”

“I didn’t do anything–” He started, but Gwyn cut him off abruptly.

“I said don’t bullshit me, you fucking liar!” Her voice rose, long fingers clenching and trembling with anger. It was enough to make Azriel take a step back, shocked at the fire within her. “I heard you grabbed her and whisked her away that night. What the hell did you do to my friend?”

Azriel leaned against the desk, wiping his face with his hand. His heart cracked a bit, knowing that trust and companionship he had built with Gwyn while training had come crashing down. He hated himself for it, for being so blind in following orders that led him to this place. His loyalty to Rhysand came at a price, one he had always been willing to pay until now. “I’m sorry.” His voice was barely above a whisper. “I was following orders.”

“What is wrong with you?” Gwyn hissed, her words cutting him sharper than Rhysand’s magic had. “You took away her one chance of leaving this gods damned court peacefully. You took away her freedom out of stupid, blind loyalty.”

“How did you know what happened that night?”

She snorted. “You and your little circle like to treat us priestesses like we’re these fragile little flowers living in our own little shelter, oblivious to the outside world. But people talk, and word reaches us. We aren’t as ignorant to the court as you think we are.”

“I never said that you were.”

“You basically just did.”

Shame washed over Azriel. He knew she was right, that he was a prick in assuming the priestesses remained clueless to what was happening in the court right now. And that’s why Clotho had been hesitant to let him into the library. “I never meant for any of this to happen.” He muttered, closing his eyes.

“Well, it did. Now tell me where my friend is, and why you’re here.”

Azriel took a breath, preparing to utter the words that would make this decision the point of no return. “I need everything you have on the bond between (Y/N) and Nesta.”

A flicker of worry crossed Gwyn’s teal eyes. “I don’t know anything–”

“Yes, you do.” Azriel interrupted her calmly. “My guess is you knew about their plan as well. Otherwise you’d be a lot more freaked out by Nesta marrying Eris.”

As panic began to set into the priestess’ face, Azriel softened his voice. “It’s ok, I’m not going to tell anyone. It makes sense that any information that Nesta and (Y/N) got on the bond was through you and your work. You are not in trouble, and nobody will hear from me that you helped them. I just need every scrap of information you were able to get your hands on regarding whatever magic they used.”

She narrowed her eyes. “So you can give it to your master like a good dog playing fetch? Not gonna happen. He’ll use it to hurt both of them. I don’t care that he’s the High Lord, I won’t let him do that.”

Azriel stood up and took a step towards Gwyn. She didn’t shrink back, but rather lifted her chin to meet his gaze. “Gwyn,” He began. “That’s not what this is. I’m not retrieving this information for Rhysand.”

The priestess blinked once, as if considering the gravity of his words. He wished he could spill the truth and tell Gwyn what he planned to do, but just uttering those words directly to her would put her at risk. “Then who are you retrieving it for?”

“Look, I am not trying to hide anything from you. But I told you… if you knew the truth, I would be putting you at risk for selfish reasons. And after all I have done, that is something I cannot live with. You just have to trust me when I say that it is for the right reason.”

“After hearing about how you so quickly stole (Y/N) away, I’m not sure if we have the same definition of the right reason, Azriel.” Gwyn’s voice was bitter, but there was a sadness to it that made the guilt churning inside of him threaten to spill over.

“I understand.” He said quietly. “And you have no reason to trust me right now. But please… if you’ve ever had any faith in me at all…just….just know that I’m doing this for (Y/N). And Nesta. If you believe anything I say, believe that.”

Silence overtook the room, the shadowsinger and the priestess standing mere inches from each other. After a long few minutes Gwyn muttered a ‘stay here’ before quickly fleeing the office.

She returned 15 minutes later with a few sheets of parchment paper and several books. They were placed upon the dusty table, and Gwyn took a deep breath. “This is everything I have on the subject,” She said shakily. “It’s not much, but it’s every document that could possibly give anything away about the bond between them.”

Without thinking, Azriel dropped to his knees in relief, bowing his head. “Thank you, Gwyn. Thank you.” His entire body was on the verge of shaking as the weight of what he was about to do began to truly set in. Everything he had known and defended was about to be put on the line.

“Promise me this, Azriel.” Gwyn spoke coldly. “Promise that this information gets into the right hands, not the wrong ones. You do whatever it takes to help my girls. After everything you and your family have done to them, you owe them that much. And more.”

“I swear it.” Azriel said solemnly, still looking at the ground. In a flash, he felt a cold blade pressing against his jaw, tilting his head upwards to gaze at the priestess. She looked like a goddess of justice, staring down at him with icy eyes.

“And I swear this to you,” Gwyn said coldly, a silver dagger in hand. “If you screw this up and they pay the price for it, no power in the world will stop me from hurting you. I don’t care that you trained me, or that you saved me on that day Hybern came. I will cut your throat if anything happens to Nesta or (Y/N) because of you. Understood?”

Azriel was enthralled at her strength. This was not the shy, nervous priestess that he had rescued from Hybern’s soldiers. Gwyn’s bravery had excelled since the second she stepped into the ring, and Azriel had marvelled at her progress during training, how comfortable she became with the outside world. Stupidly, he had credited that to his and Cassian’s training, thinking that it was what Gwyn, Nesta and the others had needed to heal like he and Cassian had. No, this strength had nothing to do with what he taught her. Behind her stern expression, Azriel knew that deep down this strength had come from the friendship formed with you, Nesta, and Emerie. He had been a fool to see it as anything other than that.

“I’m proud of you, Gwyn.” Azriel said softly before his brain could shut him up.

Despite the flicker of surprise across her face, she did not yield. “I do not need your validation. I need you to do the right thing and help my friends. Only after that will your statement be worth anything to me.”

Gwyn removed the blade from the spymaster’s throat and turned on her heel. Like a ghost in the wind, she was gone. Azriel’s chest was tight as he stood up, collecting the documents in his arms and praying that this possibly very stupid decision would be worth it. But after seeing the anger on Gwyn’s face, the hurt he had caused without even realising it…. Azriel knew exactly what he needed to do as he winnowed away.

*********************

The door in front of Azriel opened before he could raise a hand to knock, revealing the redhead male with a golden eye wide with surprise.

“Azriel?” Lucien said in shock. “What are you doing here?”

“We need to talk.” Was all he said in response before pushing his way past Lucien into the manor.

“By all means, come in.” The male muttered sarcastically.  But Azriel paid it no mind as he scanned the large living room for any sign of Jurian and Vassa.

“I’m alone.” Lucien quipped, settling down on the large brown armchair by the fireplace. “Since that’s what you were trying to figure out. I’m surprised you came by before (Y/N). I thought she’d have visited already, but I guess she’s been enjoying Velaris too much to be slumming it down in the human lands. When you see her next, thank her for the scarf for me, will you?”

Azriel’s heart dropped, head whipping sharply towards Azriel. “What?” He didn’t even bother keeping the surprise out of his voice.

Lucien frowned. “The scarf she gave me for the solstice? Rhys delivered it a day or so after, said she was busy on a new mission and asked him to drop it off for her.”

“Rhys was here?” Dread pooled in Azriel’s stomach. His High Lord was ensuring your disappearance would be quiet, giving him time to create a cover story before eliminating you.

“Yes… Why do you look so concerned? What aren’t you telling me?”

Azriel put his head in his hands, cursing. “You have no idea what’s been going on, have you?”

Lucien was still as a statue as he spoke. “I haven’t heard from (Y/N) since I got to the manor. When Rhysand visited, he said she had picked out a scarf for me as a present, and that she was sorry she hadn’t visited, but that she was loving her life in Velaris. And that she was training under you to work for the Night Court as a spy.”

Any desire to be secretive flew out the window as Azriel explained everything to the Autumn male – how you were not freely living in Velaris, but locked away with Nesta in the House of Wind. Your time spent back at the Spring Court to spy on your own people. Nesta’s engagement to Eris as a cover to escape the Night Court. Lucien was usually a collected male in Azriel’s eyes, but he could see the disbelief and anger in his expression as he told him the truth. When he was done, Lucien leaned forward with his elbows on his knees, speaking in a low voice. “So you’re telling me that you locked away my best friend, and everything I’ve heard about her for these past few months has been a lie.” Lucien said. “Is that correct?”

“Yes.” Azriel said quietly. “And now I’m trying to fix it–”

“Fucking hell!” Lucien exclaimed sharply, standing up abruptly and pacing back and forth. “Your court is a fucking shitshow, you know that? How the fuck can you let this happen, Azriel? You’re so far up Rhysand’s ass you didn’t see any of this coming?”

“I understand you’re angry–”

“Oh angry doesn’t even begin to describe it,” Lucien hissed, his red hair gleaming in the light of the fire. “You played right into Rhys’ hands, and now (Y/N) is being tortured in a cell somewhere because you let it happen instead of growing a fucking spine. And that doesn’t even begin to touch on the fact that Nesta was treated so horribly by you people she was willing to marry ERIS out of all people just to get away from it.”

Azriel had no defence. Defeated, he hung his head. Lucien was right about everything, and it was made worse by the fact Rhysand lied about your status to him knowing that the Autumn male was the only one likely to try and do something to stick up for you.

“Now what I can’t figure out is why you’re telling me this.” Lucien folded his arms, glaring at the spymaster. “You’re either betraying Rhysand and trying to fix this mess, which is brave but incredibly stupid. Or you’ve come here to see if I somehow had anything to do with all this so you can hang me up in a cell next to (Y/N). Which is it, shadowsinger?”

”I need your help.” Azriel admitted, meeting his harsh gaze. “I’m trying to turn this around, but I need to track down Eris. You’re my only shot.”

Lucien let out a harsh, heartless laugh. “I figured. You need my help. If you thought I wasn’t going to be any use to you, I wonder if you’d have even come here and told me the truth. Or would you have just let me live on believing this lie until word got around about (Y/N) meeting her tragic end on some mission.”

Mentally, Azriel was exhausted. Two redheads ripping him a new one was beginning to chip away at him more than he was already crumbling at the weight of his decision. Like Gwyn, Lucien was right. While he respected the male, Azriel doubted he’d have even considered coming just to tell Lucien the truth about what happened if he didn’t think Lucien could help. And his moment of silence told Lucien all he needed to know, for he scoffed again. “Of course not,” He continued. “You people just love exploiting those of us without any other options and then throwing us away like garbage when we’re no longer of any use to you.”

“Then help me make this right.” Azriel pleaded. “Tell me how to get to Eris, discreetly.”

“Can’t you just free her yourself and take her to safety?”

“No, there are ancient wards in that prison. I can pass through quickly and easily, but not so much with another person. Rhys would find us within seconds if she left that cell, and kill us both.”

“Then how do you propose we get her out?”

Azriel frowned. “I’m sorry, we?”

Lucien rolled his eyes, taking a hearty swig from his glass of wine beside him. “I’m going to help you get her out.”

Azriel shook his head, not liking how many people were involved in this already. “I can’t let you.”

“Bullshit. You don’t get to tell me what to do. Not after everything you’ve done to create this mess. I’ll take you to Eris, and besides, I think I know something that can help us.”

*********************

The crisp scents of Autumn flooded Azriel’s senses as he paced the clearing. His mind whirled from his talk with Lucien, even more so at the male’s idea that they had discussed. Lucien had winnowed him here and told him to wait while he discreetly fetched Eris. It was a huge gamble – while you and Nesta had been willing to trust Eris, Azriel was not so keen. His dealings with the prince had always been tense at best, and vicious at worst. He knew he’d have to swallow his pride and put their history aside for this, however hard it may be.

Frankly, Azriel had no idea where in the Autumn Court he was. His shadows sensed nothing, no indication of where they were on the map. It briefly crossed his mind that Lucien could very well have led him into a trap as payback, but deep down Azriel knew Lucien wasn’t that type of male. However angry he might be at Azriel, he would prioritise getting you back. The clearing was massive, which made him feel far too exposed for his liking. There was a thicket of trees in the distance that he considered hiding in, but he owed it to Lucien to do as he was instructed and wait here.

It felt like hours before a strong gust of wind blew his tousled locks out of his forehead, and the presence of something Azriel could only describe as sheer power slammed into him like a wall. A thunderous roar sounded from the skies, unlike anything the shadowsinger had ever heard before. But nothing could have prepared him for the sight before him.

Three large dragons were flying ahead, circling above the clearing. Their wings were like claps of thunder, nearly sending him backwards onto the ground. Upon the back of the large black one was the unmistakable, arrogant figure of Eris Vanserra. He held onto the spikes going down the dragon’s neck as it soared above Azriel, roaring with the ferocity of an ancient battlecry. Azriel’s jaw nearly hit the ground as he spotted none other than Nesta Archeron, riding the elegant silver dragon with her hair blowing in the wind. Her eyes were a lethal glowing silver, resembling the scales of the very beast she was mounted on.

“Mother above…” Azriel whispered, flinching as he felt the ground shake beneath him. He turned around slowly, and was met with the third dragon, a riderless one with gold scales and large horns. It snaked towards him, growling fiercely. For a moment, Azriel thought the beast would open its jaws and roast him alive, but the creature paused, growling as it glanced behind the shadowsinger.

“I must say, you are the last person I expected to come here.” Came Eris’ cocky voice. Azriel turned back around, slightly nervous at the golden dragon breathing down his neck, and was faced with the other two. Ignoring Eris, his gaze landed upon Nesta.

She was perched upon the dragon like it was a horse, or even a throne, chin high like a queen from ancient times. Azriel’s breath left his body at the sight of Nesta with her hair unbound, trailing freely down her back and shining against her blood red dress. Whichever way her gaze shifted, the dragon’s did so too. It was like watching Nesta in a mirror, only her reflection was a dragon. It unnerved Azriel, and he was well aware of his vulnerability in this situation. Not only was he in enemy court, unauthorised at that matter, but three beasts he thought only existed in stories stood beside him, in the flesh.

“Lucien said you wanted to meet.” Eris said coldly. “You have ten seconds to convince us that it’s worth our time.”

“(Y/N) will die at sunrise tomorrow if we do not do something.” Azriel blurted out clumsily.

There was a moment of silence, and Eris looked towards Nesta. Her gaze was fixed on Azriel, and he squirmed underneath it. Her silver mount growled fiercely, as if it was sharing its riders' rage.

“Are we supposed to believe that you’ve suddenly had a change of heart and care about her?”

Azriel gritted his teeth. “I’ve always cared.”

Eris snorted. “No, not truly. If you had, then we wouldn’t be having this meeting. Because you’d have done something by now and grown a spine.”

“Your brother said the same thing.” The spymaster growled, already irked by having to negotiate with the Autumn prince. “I don’t need more reminding that I’ve fucked up, Eris. I just want to save her life, and I can’t do that on my own.”

“And it’s taken you this long to come to this realisation because…” Eris raised an eyebrow, amber gaze merciless. His dragon snarled, baring its teeth menacingly.

“I didn’t know Rhys would take things this far. I thought he’d want to find out everything about the bond before he made a decision on what to do with her. But he doesn’t want to wait, he wants her gone by tomorrow.”

“I assume he ordered you to do the deed?”

Azriel nodded, throat tight. “Yes. He ordered me to collect all information on the magic they used to create the bond before I…. before I kill her. Regardless of whether I came up with anything, he wants her eliminated by sunrise.”

This was probably the stupidest, craziest decision Azriel had ever made. Part of it felt wrong, betraying his found family after 500 years of peace. But when he reflected on those centuries, had he truly been happy? Had he truly felt like he was living a fulfilled life, content with what he was doing? A few weeks ago, Azriel would have been sure of his answer. Now he wasn’t, and that unsettled him.

Regardless, reached into his bag and pulled out the books Gwyn gave him. He took a breath and continued. “Which is why I brought every document the Night Court has on this magic to you. So Rhys wouldn’t get his hands on it.”

“You went to Gwyn?” Nesta burst out, rage dripping from her tongue.

“Yes.” Azriel admitted his guilt for putting Gwyn in this precarious position intensifying.

“You put her in danger by doing that!” The eldest Archeron hissed at him, her dragon responding in a similar tone. “If anything happens to her because of it, I will slaughter you, Azriel.”

He let out a dry laugh. “Gwyn said the same thing to me about you and (Y/N). I swore no matter what happened, nobody would find out I got this through her. She even put a knife to my throat.”

Eris spoke up again. “As much as I would truly love to believe you, if I recall correctly you were perfectly content sending (Y/N) to certain death weeks ago on an impossible mission under Rhysand’s orders.”

“I was trying to find a way out of it for her!” Azriel yelled, patience snapping. “A way for her to quietly flee and go build a life for herself far away from all this shit. I never told her because I didn’t want to scare her, or get her hopes up. I had the chance to explain this to her before…”

His voice trailed off, memories of seeing you strung up like an animal flashing through his mind. Azriel was no stranger to self hatred, but today it was striking him now more than ever.

Nesta’s lethal tone interrupted his thoughts. “Before what?” She demanded.

Azriel gulped, praying that the dragons wouldn’t make him their meal. “Before Rhysand interrupted and… took over.”

“Meaning?” Eris inquired, his dragon inching ever so slightly closer to the Illyrian.

“Meaning he thought I was being too soft, since I gave her water. He stopped the physical torture and spent hours trying to get inside her head until she passed out.”

“And he didn’t manage to do it?” Eris’ voice was laced with surprise, something uncharacteristic for the Autumn prince who always seemed to be two steps ahead of everyone.

“No.”

Eris and Nesta glanced at each other, unreadable expressions crossing their faces. Their dragons continued to stare down Azriel, awaiting whatever command would give them permission to incinerate him where he stood. He had a million questions for them – how the fuck did Eris have dragons? What did Beron say about all of this? Did they still plan on taking him out? But Azriel knew better than to ask them.

Nesta swung her legs to the side and crawled down the dragon’s side. To Azriel’s awe, the beast lowered its shoulder to the ground to make it easier for the female to climb off. Gracefully, Nesta’s feet met the ground and she patted the dragon’s neck. He remained frozen in his place as she stalked towards him. Like Gwyn, there was a new strength to her. This was not the half-starved Nesta who first came to the House of Wind. No, this was the female that stole from the Cauldron itself, whose name was whispered across the moors and valleys of Prythian, associated with pure death and power. Nesta’s steps were sure, silver fire expertly curling around her fingertips like Azriel’s own shadows as she stalked towards him like a lioness seizing up its prey.

“My war is not directly with you, Azriel,” Nesta said slowly. “But make no mistake. You are not innocent here. You may not have inflicted the most damage, but you willingly stood by and let your family tear me and (Y/N) down until they got pure submission. You let Cassian mock and belittle me at my lowest. You forced (Y/M)  into a job she did not want to do. You let Cassian force me to train as a warrior when that’s not at all what I wanted or needed. You didn’t do a damn thing to advocate for either of us because you’re so blinded by the sheltered little tower your circle has built over the last 500 years, ignorant to the pain you inflict on anyone who’s not a part of your family. You coming here on your own volition is the only thing in my eyes that could possibly redeem you. You will help us get (Y/N) back at all costs, or you will suffer at my hand more than you have ever suffered before.”

Being threatened for the third time that day, all Azriel could do was bow his head. “I understand.” He said.

“No, I don’t think you do.” Nesta hissed. “For your sake, let’s hope your change of heart isn’t too late.”

Azriel hadn’t even noticed Eris had climbed off his dragon and was walking towards Nesta. He stood beside her, gently resting a hand on her waist. Azriel tensed, half expecting Nesta to slap him away, but she did not. To his surprise, she looked comfortable with Eris. More so than she ever had been with Cassain. When Cassian touched Nesta, there was always some sexual suggestion beneath it. But not with Eris. Eris’ touch was comfort more than ownership, something Azriel did not expect.

In his heart, he realised Cassian and Nesta were not right for each other. It made no sense for them to be mates, and whatever they had going on was purely surface level sexual tension. There was nothing deep about it, no greater understanding of each other. Nesta and Eris seemed like a much more reasonable match, mirroring each other like they did with their dragons. As much as Azriel hated the male, and knew that these thoughts would crush Cassian’s heart, it reassured him that he had made the right choice.

“So, spymaster,” Eris piped up, cocking his head. “How are we doing to do this?”

And so Azriel began explaining.

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[savethevamps]

Topmew & Subtle Conversations

My favorite scene of Topmew during episode eleven would have to be their bed scene in which they finally talk. However, I wanted to highlight another scene that really stood out to me and subtly shows the cracks they had in their relationship.

So when the scene starts, Top is here alone washing the dishes before Mew enters. Once Mew comes, he tries to take over and even tells Top to leave before Top finally tells him “it’s not a lot, I can handle it.”

This may seem like nothing but in my opinion, they’re speaking about more than just the dishes here. This is showing Mew trying to take control and extend an olive branch. Looking at their relationship at this point, Top has been doing all the work to repair it and Mew has been standing aside. Top says to Mew, “look I can handle this, it’s fine!” Him pretending like he can handle everything is him once again punishing himself and taking all of Mew’s anger in an attempt to fix it or “clean” alone. Mew wants to take over and allow Top a moment, but Top cannot let Mew do that since he feels he has this punishment coming. In other words, Top is the one who got the dishes dirty so he thinks he should be the one to clean them.

We then see them start to struggle over the plate. When I saw this I immediately thought, “they’re fighting for control right now.” Not control as in control over each other, but control over the situation at hand. They both want to take over and take responsibility of fixing the relationship and sorting it out. Top wants to do it alone because he feels he made the mess, and Mew wants to take over to show Top that he’s trying his best.

This push and pull that they find themselves in isn’t good for either of them. Top has been consistently punishing himself for his mistakes, while simultaneously allowing Mew to punish him as well. Mew wants to shoulder the responsibility of saying when and how the relationship starts, but he cannot let go of what happened. Neither of them wants to allow the other to take on that responsibility for their own reasons, but what they need to know is that one person doesn’t need to take it all on their own. The more they struggle and pull against each other, the harder it is to hold a solid grip onto their relationship; leading to it all falling apart.

Now, I look at Top bringing up trust right here a little differently. Top is asking why he doesn’t trust him not just because of how their relationship ended, but also because he believes Mew isn’t trusting him to be responsible for fixing everything. He’s essentially saying, “I’m trying here, why don’t you trust me to make it right?” He knows Mew is still cautious around him, but he’s now asking Mew why he won’t even trust him to clean the mess he’s made.

We get more push and pull with Top saying he’ll buy new ones and Mew saying it’s okay he can do it. Again, they’re both trying to take it all on by themselves no matter the cost (see what I did). My favorite part of this entire interaction is the awkward silence that follows. Neither of them knows what to say, they can barely look at each other at this moment. This little argument has turned into something else and they both know it, but they’re also trying their best to be okay for the sake of their relationship.

I can get into the nitty gritty of the altercation where they discuss the actual problem at hand, but I really wanted to highlight these moments. They are both grasping at whatever they can right now, trying their best to assume responsibility over everything wrong with their relationship. The problem with doing that however, is that we get moments where frustration and hostility build up. We get times where Mew’s anger drives him and where Top’s frustration rears its head. They haven’t figured it out at this moment, but they need to be working together to fix this. One person cannot put in the work while the other watches. Essentially in the end, they both have to try as a team and not take it on by themselves. As another person said, they need to look at it as them versus the problem.

Going back to the dishes, if Top is going to insist on washing, then surely he can allow Mew to dry right? If not, then there really is no point of cleaning the mess at all and they can just throw all the dishes away and start over from scratch alone.

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[musashi]

I’m Going to Change Your Mind About Manfred von Karma: An Essay

alright been a while since i was particularly autistic on here but I’ve been meaning to make this into a General Masterpost for a while so here we go.

Today on Autism: the twitter/tumblr AA fandom, manfred von karma, over-villainification, and why fanon manfred (fanfred) is in fact fanon and indisputably a freezing cold take.

alright, so first we have to define some things. first off: what the fuck am i talking about when i talk about “fanon” in relation to mvk?

specifically, i am talking about the interpretation of his character that i see mostly prevalent in tumblr, twitter, and AO3 as spaces. this interpretation pretty universally places him as an unrepentant child abuser. the extent of this abuse varies from fanwork to fanwork, most often it is verbal but occasionally it is physical instead or in tandem. usually this abuse is directed at miles but often bleeds into franziska as well, with some alternate takes proposing that one of them is the favoured child and the other is wholly disposable in manfred’s eyes. again, which is which can vary. i’m not going to go into explicit detail about this, but just for a quick visual aid, let’s utilize AO3′s tag filtering system.

as of this moment, if you go into mvk’s tag on ao3, there are 1102 total works that he features or makes an appearance in. ao3 allows you to filter out tags you might not want to see, so i’ve gone ahead and done that with all the child abuse tags i see used on the site, as well as a special custom tag the AA fandom has for mvk specifically. that should be the first indication that this particular interpretation about him is common. here’s my filters:

doing this knocks the work count down to 943. that’s roughly 150 works shaven right off the bat, and that is 1. only the works people bothered to tag him in and 2. only the works they bothered to content tag. there are countless fics about miles and franziska where he is not a central character, but his proposed abuse is a part of the narrative important to them as characters. so these numbers don’t even fully exemplify the problem.

having spent some time in multiple AA spaces, i have noticed this interpretation only really seems prevalent on tumblr, twitter, and AO3. in other fan spaces like discord servers, forums, on youtube, in twitch communities, i literally do not see this anywhere. 

so. why is this the prevailing interpretation on these websites? well, that one’s easy for me to answer: miles and franziska are incredibly queer & nd coded. they are incredibly full of trans/gay swag and incredibly autistic, and miles isn’t just coded as neurodivergent, he very loudly very canonically has PTSD that causes him to struggle with everyday life. this is played straight and normalized in canon. there is no disputing this.

historically, queer and nd people are not treated very well by, well, anyone. including our own parents. we have sky-high rates of child abuse among us for perceived imperfection, and the rest really just writes itself. we latch onto characters that we see ourselves in, and we write what we know, and unfortunately what a lot of us know is heartbreak.

this is bolstered by something i noticed just anecdotally, having read through the entire mvk tag a million times: people who are attached to miles and franziska tend to write him as an abuser. people who are attached to any of the pre-DL6 crew (gregory, gant, & blaise) do not.

to get this out of the way, there is... literally nothing wrong with this. there is nothing in canon that contradicts that opinion about manfred. there is no problem if you want to write him that way, and if writing him that way is a form of healing for you, i want you to write it to your heart’s content. i want you to write and write and write until one day you feel better, and then i want you to write some more. listen. i love you. i feel you. i understand.

the problem is that this opinion has become SO parroted (hahaha, like the-- like in the game when--like wh--) that it has now been more or less canonized in the eyes of this swath of people. it is not canon. it is a headcanon. i will hereby be referring to this headcanon’s version as “fanfred,” because it’s fucking funny and my clown shoes honk and squeak as i move.

when challenged on this point (“what basis to we have for manfred von karma being abusive to his children?”) here is the one single piece of evidence that team fanfred brings to the table, these lines from case 1-4 of AAI:

here, manfred brushes off his daughter’s attempt to connect with him and calls miles worthless to his face. undoubtedly, and without question, there is no part of this that is not incredibly fucked up. 

but... i do have some counterpoints, regardless.

point 1: AAI, imo, should be considered dubious canon. it was not written or directed by takumi and there are a lot of little inconsistencies in characterization that seem to fly over the AAI team’s heads--the biggest one for me personally is how in the AA trilogy, franziska never ever uses her whip on miles, except once in bridge when he’s having a trauma episode. this is a very small piece of characterization that means a lot to the people who notice it! but it’s ignored in aai, where she whips him nonstop like he’s an unruly showhorse.

all that to say, the aai team has their own interpretations of these characters. there are subtleties they miss, and choices made that might seem obvious upfront but fall apart under a microscope. this is kind of how i feel about mvk being kind of a shitty dad here, especially because...

point 2: this is ooc even for this game. reminiscence is a case i have memorized front to back, these lines come out of fucking NOWHERE. the tone set for miles & manfred’s relationship at the beginning of the case is not adversarial or unpleasant! they talk about the case with one another, very politely take turns proposing ideas and theories, and miles listens enraptured hanging on mvk’s every word. he wants to do good. he wants to be perfect. and mvk wants to see to it that he achieve that goal. if rell and faraday hadn’t gotten murdered, we would have gotten mvk as co counsel! every day i think about how we were robbed of that. nothing leads up to this line above. it is weird, confrontational, triggered by nothing, and way out of left field. not to mention directly contradictory to what mvk said at the beginning of the case, claiming to expect perfection from miles. it’s a weird fucking outburst, a sudden statement, which brings me to point three:

point 3: lead poisoning. more on that later.

[EDIT APRIL 2023: holy fucking shit. alright, nevermind, throw all this off the table: this line was a fucking mistranslation. as one of my youtube commenters pointed out:

‘The Investigations quote is actually a translation error. Karma didnt call Miles "Worthless" on the original JP version, he calls him "半人前" what means "an amateur / someone without experience" (what, for every single meaning of the word Miles actually IS in this case. It's literally his first case and he wasnt supposed to be anything more than a assistant untill like 5min before the game starting). 

The translation put a really heavy amount malice on Karma's phrasing that simply doesnt exist on the original (and I actually got my DS the first time on years to confirm this). Maybe because they knew so many fans had this vision of Karma (or are "Abusive Karma fans" themselves), because there's  no way this kind of translation wasnt done on bad faith... It's the worst option you could take (as in: the only one that wouldnt work in the context out of 10 others) and seems like a proposital Character Assassination on the translators part.’

so, holy fucking shit. i was right. it WAS ooc, because that shit was thrown in randomly in english for no apparent reason]

but even if we DO decide to consider AAI indisputable canon. then that, i feel, opens up a whole new can of worms. if AAI is canon material, what else can we consider canon material? because i’ve got quite a lot of material of one manfred von karma from other dubiously canon sources, and uh. the fanfred crowd is not gonna like it.

from the mangas we have manfred keeping no less than 5 photos of franziska on him at all times and showing them off to his opposing counsel with little to no prompting. we have him screaming at badd to keep a careful watch on his kids, not wanting to deny them their time at a real crime scene investigation but being worried to the point of seething rage. 

(a bit more subtle, but from this same manga we have him getting his feefees hurt because kay calls him scary. i really love this because 1. it’s a parallel to pearl doing the same thing to franziska in bridge, and 2. it’s just really funny that von karmas want little girls to like them and view them as heroes of justice so bad but are constantly dissuaded by their resting bitch face. manfred has two daughters, he’s so used to little girls thinking he’s cool.) 

in the live action movie, we have a beautiful scene where mvk and miles talk about the importance of not losing yourself in the pursuit of courtroom victory. i really love mvk in this movie. my friend once described him as someone’s grandpa who’s just lost in the mall.

in the anime! oh! the anime! let me count the ways i love thee.

in the aftermath of DL6 manfred comes to move miles out of his empty childhood home. seeing him balled up and unresponsive on the couch, mvk takes off the scarf he’s wearing and wraps it, tenderly, around miles before escorting him out of the house.

by miles’ own admission, he considers mvk the only person who was there for him after his father died.

sound the turnabout melody, an episode about miles’ life growing up with the von karmas, is my favourite piece of ace attorney media in the history of ever. it contains:

mvk asking and outright encouraging miles on the prospect of being a defense attorney

franziska, age 8, who has noticed that the new boy living in her home has never once smiled. she spends the whole episode trying to figure out ways to fix this. she demands (demands!) mvk 

take them to a trial

take them to the mall

take them to fucking IHOP 

and mvk complies with all of this. he buys franziska build a bear, and when she’s too sad for pancakes because miles has run off after his dog, the two of them go searching.

by the way he lets miles keep his dog, too. 

the reason miles ran off is because he happened upon a criminal and saw through her lies. franziska and manfred fall back around the corner, watching him seek the truth and corner her. when she begins to get unruly, they step in, presence imposing as they protect miles. there is a lingering set of shots on manfred’s powerful finger snap, his eyes burning into her, and franziska with her riding crop, ready to fight a grown woman three times her size. miles is a part of their family. they love him.

miles apologizes for all the trouble. mvk says, let’s get pancakes. miles wins several thousand dollars in reward money for finding a dog and says, can i donate it to an animal shelter? mvk says, of course you can. it’s your money.

mvk was intending on only looking after miles temporarily as a foster parent. he states, outright, that he suspects this impulse came from guilt. he says, in few words, that he regrets what he did, and views taking on miles as his karma for it.

the episode is about miles feeling lost and alone, like he has nowhere, like he has no future. he doesn’t want to be a defense attorney anymore--it reminds him of what he’s lost. mvk watches him corner this criminal, and thinks, quietly, are you a prosecutor, boy? at the end of the episode, after franziska and mvk have solidified his importance in their family, manfred ties a cravat around miles’ neck. miles understands this gesture means he is a part of their family and, for the first time in years, he smiles with his whole face. the episode ends with him finally feeling as though he’s found his truth, his place in the world.

many people interpret manfred as losing respect for miles, berating him, or being otherwise cruel and abusive to him when he loses his first case in turnabout sisters. in the anime, he just seems perplexed!

he gives him some advice about not having feelings. it’s cliche anime villain, but fuck’s sake, it’s not cruel and unusual. today i experienced a fanwork where manfred slapped miles in the fucking face and called him every horrible thing under the sun.

in every single canon i can think of, there is more evidence that manfred was exactly as he seems--a stern mentor, who is cold and calculating and precise, but who has a clear charisma and functions as miles’ rock. in every single canon, miles loves and respects him. miles wants to be more like him. miles views him as an irrefutable part of getting through the trauma of his father’s death. franziska, too, talks about him with stars in her eyes in every canon. he is everything she aspires to be, he is her hero. fanworks where manfred forced these children to be mindless prosecuting machines pale entirely in comparison to what is in these ‘dubious’ canons, where they choose what they do because they want to stand tall beside him.

so. let’s talk about what manfred von karma is instead of what i personally believe he isn’t.

manfred von karma is a despicable fucking human being. he robbed two men of their lives. he ruined the life of every single character in the OG trilogy. do you have a character you like in the OG trilogy? manfred von karma ruined their life. every single horrible thing that has ever happened in ace attorney’s og trilogy happened because of him. and it didn’t even happen for a good reason. it happened because he was a petty, vengeful, impulsive coward of a fucking man who could not process or face head-on one single, meaningless imperfection. it happened because there was a gun at his feet and no one around to stop him. and he almost got away with it. he was so close.

he is a murderer. and a cold, calculating manipulator. he is both a fucking idiot and highly intelligent in covering his tracks. he is all these things. 

so... why does he also have to be abusive?

isn’t... doesn’t that kind of... blunt the tragedy of it all?

what is a more heartbreaking story to you--

a monster of a man, imposing and cruel to his proteges, controlling and vile and unconvinced of their worth, exposed for the murderer, for the criminal he is? or...

or manfred von karma, stern-browed but loving father, who leads them with a steady hand and holds them when they falter, who was supposed to be their guiding star, and who turned out to be the monster in the shadows all along?

what is more compelling? miles and franziska finding out the truth, and shrugging it off with a, well, that makes some sense. or miles and franziska, curled up in one another’s arms in an empty house in germany, desperately combing their memory in tatters trying to look for a sign, any sign, anything they could have pinpointed that could have clued them in on the fact that he--

but of course there wouldn’t be anything like that. von karma is perfect.

turnabout goodbyes is certainly interesting. there’s a lot of really unhinged shit going on there. herr turkey vulture is off his fucking rocker in goodbyes. the level of premeditation is a very interesting contrast to the impulsivity of DL6. not to mention it’s just a very fucking random thing to do, framing miles for murder. it’s the one reason i can kinda see where the fanfred crowd is coming from, because it is just... pointlessly evil. what revenge is there left to get? gregory edgeworth is dead. he cannot see his son be jailed. 

this brings me back to lead poisoning. i don’t really have anything more to say on that, or a big analysis to give. i just think maybe we should talk about the very real possibility that mvk is lead poisoned to shit. he acts kind of crazy sometimes. calling his kids worthless out of nowhere when 2 seconds ago they were all just talking normally. screaming in the middle of court cause his routine got interrupted. framing miles for murder in excessive detail. just girly things. i feel like his brain just rotted and rotted and rotted as the years went on until eventually he was like YEAH sure whatever i’ll really stick it to gregory, the corpse, by framing his son. that’s just my onion, though. 

some other things that annoy me are when people make him transphobic, homophobic, all the phobics, again it’s all just so... excessive. but i get REALLY pissed off when people make him ableist. if you want to write ableism, ace attorney has a billion able-bodied characters you can use for that agenda. manfred von karma is disabled. in canon. i feel like it’s kind of a slap in the fucking face to erase that about him.

again, i personally find the story less compelling if he was abusive. i find it shallow. i would much rather read about someone loved and revered exposed for the monster they are. i want to read stories about franziska shattering to nothing and sobbing in his room when she gets the call from miles, trying desperately not to think about the way her father used to sing her lullabies and bring her sweets and teach her calligraphy. i want miles to be trembling in the defendant’s chair while that metal detector beeps, i want him to be staring at his shaking hands unable to believe it, trying to find any other line of thought. i don’t want their reactions to ANY of this to be ‘yeah, that tracks.’ i want denial. i want heartbreak. i want screaming in the detention center. 

it is fine if that is not what you want, but i am tired of the reception my take gets in fandom. people on this website have not only forgotten the rule about not tagging your hate, but they are insistent that their interpretation is the only one. they act as though fanfred is the only truth. they act as though it is canon, and they call us abuse apologists for disagreeing. i once saw someone in the mvk tag saying if you liked manfred or kinned him you were a horrible person. i rather like my mvk kinnie friend. all he does is cry over seals, talk about thomas the tank engine, and come into the group chat where he then proceeds to tell dad jokes in character. he’s really good at motivating me to do my laundry.

if you need to process some shit you went through growing up, i love you. if you want to write what you know, i love you. but please understand that i, as an abuse survivor myself, am not compelled by narratives of abuse. i am not compelled by torture porn about the characters i relate to. i was not given a happy, loving home growing up. it’s for this reason that i want to give the characters i love and relate to what i was deprived of.

i want to change the fandom’s mind about manfred von karma. i want to shift the narrative away from this my way or the highway mentality. if i didn’t, that’s okay. but if i did for you, maybe give me a reblog, or come talk to me abt him :] he is my favourite villain in any series ever, i think. i’d love to hear what others think.

#pwaa #ace attorney #karuma gou #manfred von karma #wendy rambles #wendy rants #simmering sapphire

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I absolutely adore the idea of them being so completely unaware and dazed that they’re just happy to be there dearly. the only discomfort they’d be aware of is how cold they are in comparison to their temperature controlled tank. whumpee’s emaciated body would not be able to control their own temperature, and also factoring in the minimal clothes they’re wearing, leaves a whumpee with chattering teeth and no sense of what’s wrong.

also the act of caring for a god as a sense of devotion?? I’m kicking my feet and giggling I love it sm. I’d imagine as well in any scenario when whumpee is being manhandled they’re responsive to any stimulus, being that they’ve been deprived of anything but water for months, so any brush of the skin that whumper allowed would be responded to by a startle, groan, twitch, etc which in diff situation w diff whumper’s can yield different reactions. disgust, adoration, a sick sense of satisfaction, etc.

oooooohhgh and the aftermath. chefs kiss.

you’re right so so right ohmygod. whumpee would almost rather have been tortured or physically hurt to be able to say they “survived something” rather than just been completely and totally dehumanized to the point of complete and utter unawareness and shut down of higher cognitive functions. IM EATING IT UPPP.

Anyways,,whumper probably talked to them through the tank like someone would talk to a pet goldfish.

-🪣 anon (cause i dump all my ideas on ppl)

Oh my lord, the imagery. I just can’t help but imagine when Caretaker first finds Whumpee. They expect a cell, chains and bars. Instead, they find Whumpee suspended in a glass tube, body submerged in fluid. Their body limp, hair flowing like a halo around their head. They look like a sleeping god. They look like a trophy. It makes Caretaker sick.

Just… Whumpee is worshiped like a god, but contained like a monster. Contained so totally and then displayed like a prized possession. I know you see the vision.

And you’re so right! Sticking with the ‘worshiper’ Whumper cause we’re both vibing with it, I just imagine Whumper finding deep satisfaction in getting such an unguarded, vulnerable response from their ‘god’ with a simple touch. They’re the only one allowed to touch them. It only helps to strengthen Whumper’s posessiveness, their confidence that they’re the one worthy of protecting Whumpee and harnessing their power.

Also! Also! I really like your point of Whumpee only being aware enough to feel their discomfort. Their awareness has been successfully restricted to their immediate senses, because Whumper has taken control of all their other needs. I love the fact that in that state, Whumpee would seek that simple comfort from anyone, body instinctually leaning into any source of warmth. Is it Caretaker, gripping them with shaking hands, horrified of what was done to them? Is it Whumper, smiling down at Whumpee, gliding a hand through their dripping hair?

Plus, you’re totally onto something with the ‘talking to Whumpee like a goldfish’ thing! Cooing unwanted comforts as Whumpee is dragged under the drug’s effects for the first time. Smiling as Whumpee’s limp body twitches underneath their gentle touch. Giving updates on their work to Whumpee’s peaceful, sleeping form.

Whumpee never responds. They can’t. For as much as Whumper worships Whumpee, they’re not particularly interested in Whumpee’s opinions.

And the recovery!! I feel like it’d be so, so horrible for Whumpee, because it shares one key element with their captivity: helplessness. Even now they’re trapped, confined to a hospital bed with a body too weak for even the most simple of activities. They’re being dotted on again, bombarded by countless pitying looks.

Whumpee wants to brush them away, insist on standing on their own feet, and walk out of the hospital. But their hands shake when they try to bring a glass to their lips, their legs crumble beneath them when they try to stand unaided. Their complaints and frustrations have nothing behind them, and it only earns them more pity.

#whumpee #caretaker #whumper #whump #my stuff #an ask tag #magical whump #recovery whump

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this doesn’t make any sense, do you think bell hooks invented feminism lol? she wrote about her own opinion/perspective, that doesn’t make it fact. feminism predates bell hooks, and it was created as a group that works towards women’s rights/women’s liberation, that is literally why it’s called FEMinism. plenty of woc agree that feminism is for women specifically, do you think that poc are a monolith and just because bell hooks said something it means everyone else in the group agrees? angela davis has a different opinion than bell hooks did. so that is not how it works. you are free to your opinion of course i’m just saying the reply doesn’t make any sense as some sort of “proof”. and you don’t find it weird that women are not allowed to have a movement for themselves? that doesn’t seem an injustice to you? you don’t have to reply or publish this or whatever i only momentarily came onto tumblr and won’t be back. just something to think about

I don’t know if you’re the same Anon or not but it seems like you are. 

I didn’t say “everyone has to listen to ONLY bell hooks”, nor did I say “bell hooks’ writings mean everything written prior to her is obsolete”. I said “it’s funny you’re using women of color as a weapon to claim feminism is only about women when a literal feminist of color disagrees with you”. In your anon you claimed that feminism was a monolith that agreed feminism is only about women. My citation of bell hooks proved you wrong. That’s all it was meant to do.

However - I disagree with your analysis of the structure of feminism - and I think most feminists would disagree with you too.

Feminism is not simply scattered, unconnected, unrelated writings or theory. I argue is is a living, evolving organism. There are many branches, but they are part of the same trunk. We feminists build and develop on feminist theory, and we do in fact discard theory that we decide is obsolete, bigoted, or otherwise counter to feminist theories as they evolve. We prune those branches, we discard them.

That’s why we have had multiple waves of feminism. That is why we have transfeminism and intersectional feminism and ecofeminism and socialist feminism, and why we aren’t still functioning on first-wave feminism.

And that’s why a lot of modern, 4th wave feminists look on radical feminism rather disdainfully. It has not evolved with the times. It holds beliefs that many modern feminists consider sexist, bioessentialist, and misogynistic.

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Do You Want A Second Opinion? 2: Electric Boogaloo - Primis Richtofen x F! Reader x Ultimis Richtofen

Summary: Welcome back, you heathens. You fuck Primis and Ultimis Richtofen yet again.

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Edward's eyes flicked from yours to something behind you, back to you, back to just beyond you. Wordlessly, you followed his eyesight, hesitantly turning around.

Standing a few feet away was the older Richtofen, joyfully talking to himself while he killed the undead, there was no mistaking that’s where Edward was looking.

You quickly snapped your head around to glare at him, a sheepish grin on his lips. “Don’t you fucking dare do that to me again.” You growl at him through clenched teeth.

“I wouldn’t be asking you if I thought you couldn’t handle it.”

Those words brought you back to Camp Edward, back to the decrepit house where Edward tasked you to babysit the other Edward. You gave him an exasperated look, you can’t believe he was doing this to you again.``

Words: 9,185

Warnings: NSFW - Cursing, Smut, Threesome

Drip, drip, drip.

The sound of droplets falling onto the concrete was barely louder than the cicadas that called out into the night. In and out, that was the plan - that was always the plan, but when did it ever go off without a hitch?

“Field report, insertion point was off, we seem to be in a courtyard of such. Allied operatives accounted for. The kraut hasn’t let us in on his plan, he never does.”

“I’m right here you know.”

Dempsey flicked his eyes over to Edward, unamused that the doctor had interrupted his captain’s log or whatever. “...I’ll update as soon as I can.” He clicked his voice recorder off, mumbling under his voice about who knows what, but you had a feeling it was about Richtofen.

You were somewhere in the continental United States, it was dark, so for landmarkers you couldn’t determine shit, but in your gut you knew you were home. Dempsey wasn’t wrong, though. You did seem to be in some kind of large courtyard, surrounded by the outwalls of a building on… five sides curious enough. 

“We should be close.” Edward announced, spotting a busted out door leading into the building.

You walked close to him while still keeping an eye out on your surroundings. This place was chilling you to the bone. You were starting to get flashbacks to the insane asylum the five of you visited back in Germany. It wasn’t as gross and bloody, but it was still eerie. 

Edward walked towards the door, the rest of you following in tow. The glass was indeed busted out, and even as he reached through to push the door handle open from the inside, whatever security was still left didn’t allow the door to budge. It was like whatever facility this was was on lockdown. He looked at you, then to the group. 

“Here… let me.” 

You took off your jacket and wrapped it around your hand, punching out the rest of the glass to give you a clean entrance. Once you were fairly sure you wouldn’t cut yourself, you slipped your jacket back on and stepped through the opening. The men followed you without a thought.

“Where the fuck are we, Edward?” You ask, staring down the long corridor. The place was obviously abandoned, blood covered the walls in places, yet the lights were still on. Blinking and dim, mind you, but still on.

“Where we need to be… almost.” He answered.

“You better start answering our questions, German.” Nikolai growled, tired of being left in the dark.

“Yeah, for once I agree with the Commie.” Dempsey spoke up as well, hand gripped tightly on his pistol. Something told you he was fighting off the urge to just shoot Richtofen then and there and not gripping the weapon for protection. 

Edward glared at the two, and instead of humouring them with a remark, he simply spun on his heel, marching off to the beat of his own drum. 

You walked in silence, ears straining for any sound of organic life, but the clicking of your heels drowned out anything worth hearing. The papers on the ground were stomped on and smudged with stains. It was in vain that you tried to read them as you stepped over the pages. Your eyebrows furrowed as you were almost certain you saw the word “Classified” stamped on one.

Through another doorway into a stairwell was when Dempsey started complaining again.

“I’m sick of your shit, Richtofen. It’s one thing leaving us in the dark, but your girlfriend?” He growled. You side eyed him, unamused by his words.

“I’m not a pawn for you to get information, Dempsey.” You could tell he did that to get a rise out of Edward and maybe spill something. His jaw clenched, argument ceasing as he realized you knew what he was trying to do.

The second floor of the place was just as bad, but Richtofen seemed to know where he was going. You passed through broken metal detectors before he led you into a brightly lit room. It hosted a large conference table with six giant screens on one side. 

“What the…?” Dempsey mumbled under his breath. His eyes were transfixed on the screen, yours were scanning the walls. “Is this-?”

“The Pentagon.” You breathed, looking up at the plague between the two American flags, just under the sign ‘DEFCON 1’  You turned to your German lover, eyes wide. “Why the fuck are we here?” you ask. “...and why was it a secret?”

“You really asking Edward Richtofen why something was a damn secret?” Dempsey muttered, chuckling under his breath dryly. 

“We are here to stop someone before... they happen.” Edward tells you, pulling out his own pistol, eyeing the doors around the room. 

“Goddamn it, Richtofen! I swear to god if you think you’re going to interfere with the timeline again-”

A loud crash perked up your ears, Dempsey actually shutting up for once to listen. You could have sworn you heard groans and yells - sounds you were all too familiar with. In less than a second, you as well as the four men all had your guns at the ready, ears straining to pinpoint where the sounds were coming from.

You looked at Edward, whose brows furrowed in concentration. Whoever they were was obviously a big deal. Your mind raced from the Panzersoldat, the napalm zombies, to the dreaded Brutus you had the misfortune to come across. Some of those battles you barely got out alive. You gripped your Mauser tighter, your attention being drawn to the door the noises were coming from - and it was getting louder. Closer.

It went quiet for a moment, the breathing of your comrades as well as the buzzing fluorescent lights becoming deafening as the silence swallowed you whole. This type of quiet was only ever followed by a storm.

The door you stared at was kicked open, instinctively your gun was raised, finger on the trigger. You almost squeezed it when a voice cut through the silence, causing you to freeze.

“Ooh-fuckin-rah! Now where’s that freakin’ box at?”

“Oh you gotta be kidding me.” You mutter through clenched teeth, lowering your weapon.

Tank Dempsey, sauntered through the door, not yours, mind you, but the older one you had the misfortune of meeting back at Camp Edward. Nikolai, Takeo, and Richtofen followed him into the room, just barely noticing the five of you standing there, with annoyed faces painted on each one of you.

“For fucks sake…” Dempsey, your Dempsey, groaned. “What the hell are you guys doing here?”

“I could ask you the same question… how ya doin’, Tank.” The marine greeted, smiling at his younger counterpart. It actually made your soldier smile as well. 

“Mh, Edward.” The German greeted your boyfriend, an unamused look painted on his features. “You’re not supposed to be here.”

“Neither are you, yet here we are.” 

The tension was palpable between the two Richtofens. You knew The two Dempsey’s and Takeo’s got along well together, and Nikolai did his best with his older counterpart, but Richtofen and Richtofen was a whole different story, you remember how they were at the nuke test site. 

Richtofen’s eyes traveled from Edward’s to yours, eyes lighting up, a grin inhabiting his lips.

“And who is this fraulein? I don’t believe she ist supposed to be here either.”

You narrowed your eyes in confusion, making eye contact with Edward before looking back to the older man. Did he not remember you? How could he not? After that night you shared, it kind of hurt seeing he could forget you so fast.

As soon as the hurt seeped in, it was swept away as you realized that although this might be the Richtofen you met, he might not have met you yet. Time travel was one hell of a thing, and you have no idea where in their timeline this moment is. 

You timidly told him your name. Even with your sheepishness, he didn't get discouraged. His grin only grew as his feet led him toward you.

“I am doctor Edward Richtofen, but I assume you already know that.” He told you in a sultry voice. He grabbed your hand and brought it up, kissing your knuckles like he was some sort of gentleman. “How long have you been traveling with mein younger self?” He hummed, quickly glancing at Edward.

“...a while.” You answer slowly, mostly short circuiting more than anything.

“Are you done flirting? Last time I checked we had shit to do!” Tank groaned at his Richtofen. 

“Quiet Dempsey!” He yelled back, venom in his voice, his sudden outburst caused you to flinch, reeling your hand away. He turned back to you, a creepy sympathetic smile on his face. “I apologize for that buffoon. I hope I can make your acquaintance, you’ll find me much better than the Edward you’ve been travelling with.”

Edward sandwiched himself between you, creating some distance between you and Richtofen. “Nein, that will not be happening. I believe you four were leaving.” He stated, in a threatening way. 

The shattering of glass made a gasp catch in your throat, it seemed to startle both Edwards as well. The glass pane of one of the doors was busted, with hands reaching in from the depths of the darkened hallway. The groans now clear as day.

“I’m afraid none of us are leaving anytime soon, my dear Edward.” Richtofen said with a shit-eating grin on his face. He twirled his mauser before aiming it at the door, picking off the two zombies like it was nothing. 

As much as you wished that was the end of it, you never got off the hook that easy. Everywhere you have gone with these losers there's always the undead there, and this was no exception. Multiple windows were smashed as the zombies made their way to you. They were suit clad, no doubt pentagon employees. Soon the nine of you were in the swing of things, hardly acknowledging the other group as you fought for your life. Except for the two Dempseys, any time two Dempseys are in the same room, no matter what dimension they hail from, they always find their way to each other to stroke their egos. They always think they’re the hottest shit.

“(Y/n), here’s more ammo.” Nikolai said, knocking you out of your thoughts. Once you responded to his words, he threw you two more mags for your M14 you picked up from the wall. 

Headshot after headshot, you carefully downed the zombies from your self designated window, doing your best not to acknowledge Richtofen’s presence. 

You remember him being across the room from you, but it seems like every time you looked at him - you weren’t looking for him, you just happened to notice his presence - he would be closer to you than before. Maybe your mind was playing tricks on you, but the amount of times you made eye contact with him told you otherwise.

“Why the fuck is there always so many?” Dempsey muttered, going to stand next to you, his older counterpart did the same on your other side.

“Well, if you want to get technical, the Pentagon has over 23,000 employees.” You say, giving him a quick smile. You were always there to give them useless facts. He simply looked at you, trying his best to hide the smirk under his stern expression. You just shrug. “You asked…”

A zombie tumbled out of the door and made a beeline to you, both Dempseys downed it before you could even raise your weapon. There really was no better way to feel inadequate with your shooting skills than to be situated between two marines. You bid them ado and made your way to your Edward, who was holding his own well at a door. 

“So what’s the plan? Or are you going to keep that from me too?” 

“You know I truly don’t like keeping secrets from you.” He said, flashing you a sympathetic expression before turning his attention back to the undead.

“Yeah? Can’t tell, sweetheart.” You said bitterly. 

“Bitte, I don’t want to fight, that’s exactly what they want us to do.” Edward sighed. He nodded vaguely behind him. Maybe to Dempsey, maybe to the other Richtofen. Perhaps them both. He could see you still were annoyed with him, so he sighed again and kept his voice lowered as he spoke. “I am keeping mein other self from fucking up the timeline.”

“Oh, isn’t that a little hypocritical?” You tease, focusing on the undead as well while he spoke as to not seem too conspicuous to the others. 

“Hilarious. You out of everyone should know what I do is for-”

“-is for a better tomorrow, yes, I know your monologue.”

Edward gave you a genuine smile. He loved knowing that you pay attention to his words, even when you use them to tease him. He ushered you to another window which was sorely ignored. You continued to kill one after another while you spoke.

“So what can I do?” You ask. 

Edward lowered his gun after you asked that million dollar question. He gave you a very timid look, like he knew exactly what he wanted you to do, but was wary of your reaction. You stopped shooting as well, staring at him stare at you. His eyes then flicked from yours to something behind you, back to you, back to just beyond you. Wordlessly you followed his eyesight, hesitantly turning around.

Standing a few feet away was the older Richtofen, joyfully talking to himself while he killed the undead, there was no mistaking that’s where Edward was looking. 

You quickly snapped your head around to glare at him, a sheepish grin on his lips. “Don’t you fucking dare do that to me again.” You growl at him through clenched teeth. 

“I wouldn’t be asking you if I thought you couldn’t handle it.” 

Those words brought you back to Camp Edward, back to the decrepit house where Edward tasked you to babysit the other Edward. You gave him an exasperated look, you can’t believe he was doing this to you again.

“Do you not remember what happened last time?” You glance behind you once again to look at the mad scientist. He was still having a jolly time slaughtering.

“Oh, how could I forget…” Your Edward answered with a chuckle, seemingly lost in thought. Your eyes widen and a blush crept up your neck. Your mind briefly going back to that night, which you had no doubt was what he was thinking about. You sputtered as you tried to speak.

“I mean my near death experience, Edward!”

“...oh! Right…” The blush you had seemed to be contagious, red cased his cheeks and ears. “Well, that was a few months ago, you’re a much more capable fighter now.”

“Are you saying I wasn’t capable then?” You challenge, wanting to make him feel just as uncomfortable as him asking you to babysit his older self again.

“...Ich liebe dich, Schatz."

You scoffed at his non answer, gripping your gun tighter as you looked down the sight again, resuming your zombie fighting. You were still fighting the flush of your skin. You pushed that night away to the back of your mind. 

“In reference to that,” You sigh, breaching the elephant in the room so you could kill it quickly, “that's not the Richtofen we… did it, with. So thankfully I don’t have to deal with him trying to bring it up.”

“Ja, that Richtofen must come from earlier in his timeline. Listen, I just need you to keep him occupied for a while, would you do that for me, bitte?” He pleaded, firing into the crowd that was beginning to collect at the window. Two of them got far enough to crawl into the room, but you quickly took care of them. He looked at you once more, a small, hopeful smile gracing those perfect lips of his. “Bitte?”

“...Fine. But you owe me twofold.” You glared at your lover. Edward sighed in relief, that smile of his getting wider.

You turned on your heel and damn near marched off, ejecting your mag to slide in a fresh one from your best socialist friend Nikolai. Everything told you to walk in any other direction than the one you were walking in, but you persisted. You were maybe three feet from the older doctor when he noticed you, a wicked smile still gracing his lips.

“Ah, (y/n), is it? Are you here to help little ol’ me slay these creatures?” He asked with faux innocence. “I hate to disappoint but I’m more than competent.” 

“I ain’t here to help, Richtofen, just to babysit.” 

“Oh? Did Edward send you? Or perhaps you decided it on your own to spend more time with the better of us two.”

This version of Richtofen grinded your gears. The other older Richtofen, the one you met at Camp Edward, was just as bad, but you made progress with him, and he was at least bearable. You had just been talking to this one for less than a minute and you already wanted to unload your gun towards yourself. You took a deep breath, closing your eyes for a moment, reminding yourself that you were doing this for your Edward. The best Edward. The good one. 

“Tell yourself whatever you want, Richtofen. But you’re stuck with me.”

“I believe you’re actually stuck with me, fraulein.” He winked. “Whatever, I don’t mind the company, aber I do have thing so to do, so if you please,”

Edward cocked his Spitfire and swiftly took a step around you. He was off, his long stride carrying him across the room to a closed door. He opened it, you had a gut feeling he used points to do so, and turned down the hall. You were stunned for a minute before scurrying off to follow him. You called out his first name, your own Edward turning to see what the commotion was. He watched as you also disappeared around the corner. 

“Richtofen!” You growled at the man, trying to get him to slow down. He had the decency to look back but he didn’t slow in any way, still walking towards the end of the hall, where an elevator was.

“Not now, fraulein, I’m off to fiddle with mein golden rod!” He laughed. You sputtered for the second time that day.

“Is… is that an innuendo or..?” You truly could not tell with any version of Richtofen.

“Why don’t you come find out~” 

He pulled away the yellow and black caution tape from the elevator doors and kicked the signs away, adjusting his jacket before stepping in, twirling around to slam his hand on the call button. You had only seconds to react. Just as he pressed the floor numbers, the elevator dinged, the door coming to life to start closing. He just smiled at you, daring you to follow him. Jesus Christ. 

You bolted down the hallway, shoes squeaking against the linoleum. Zombies broke glass on both sides of you but you pressed further.  The doors were almost shut, and with one final leap, you squeezed past the door, crashing into the crazed doctor.

“Such an eager thing, aren’t you?” He teased, not doing anything to remove yourself from him. “Not that I mind eager women..” You narrowed your eyes at him, pushing away to stand against the wall. The doors had completely shut and the machine lurched, on its way down. 

“Fuck off, Richtofen, not interested.” You hissed at him. 

Your blood ran cold as you once again had a flashback to Camp Edward. You had said the same thing to him in the different timeline, and look where that led you last time. Not that you regretted what had happened, but you couldn’t keep stroking Edwards’ egos like this. 

Just because you came across another Richtofen doesn’t mean you have to fuck this one too.

You averted your eyes up to the floor indicator, you didn’t dare to make eye contact with him. Every version of Edward Richtofen was stupidly good at reading you. You didn’t need this one to know something he shouldn’t. 

The elevator dinged again once it came to a stop, the doors quickly sliding open. Richtofen walked out immediately, but you hesitated, taking slow steps out. You gripped the railing tightly as you peered down. You sighed in wonder. 

“This place is incredible…” You breathed. Everything about this place looked classified, and it only made your history-passionate heart flutter. Your eyes scanned from map to map, emblem to emblem, ashes to ashes, dust to dust, you get the idea. 

“It’s just a war room, I’ve seen better.” Ruchtofen hummed, already descending the stairs.

‘My Edward would at least humour me…’

You quickly follow him down to the lower floor, the groans of the undead seemingly following you. Windows breaking confirmed they were upon you. Why hadn’t the others come down yet? No matter, you had a job to do and zombies to kill, and you were incredible at multitasking. 

You and Richtofen cleared out a damn large horde, him making perverse comments the entire time. You had no idea if they were aimed at you or the zombies, something told you it was to whoever took him up on the offer, dead or alive. He was still a competent fighter, you’d give him that, annoying as ever though. 

“Behind you!” You yell at the German. He quickly ducked away while you shot at where he once stood, filling those undead bastards with lead. 

He gave you a nod, resuming his fighting, slaughtering the damned with precision. The two of you danced around the room, watching each other’s backs in this almost waltz of death. He seemed to actually keep an eye out to make sure you were okay, a very strange thing for this version of Richtofen to do.

Perhaps you were needed in his grand plan, the only option you could actually reason.

“You’re not half bad, fraulein.” Richtofen laughed, his sickly grin sending a chill down your spine. “Perhaps you are just as sadistic as I am” His laughter still rang out in the room, he twirled his knife before plunging it into the head of a freakbag, showing off just how much he loved the hunt. 

Suddenly, the lights went a dark red, deep metallic grinding could be heard from deep within the facility. The air conditioning halted and most of the computers went offline. 

“Was zum Teufel…?" Richtofen mumbled, jerking his head around to figure out what the hell was happening. You did the same, the two of you stood with your backs right against each other, keeping eyes peeled in every direction. He grabbed your arm, a weirdly protective gesture from the mad scientist. 

The elevator rang out once again, and you held your breath, anxious to see who - or what - you were about to face. Over the railing peered down the most handsome man you’ve ever seen, with his neatly combed hair and trimmed mustache, you sighed in relief. 

“What’s going on?” You asked Edward, shaking your arm away from Richtofen’s grip.

“I’ve activated some security measures. The entire building is on lock down. No one is coming in or out. Edward und I have some things to discuss.” Your Richtofen sneered, glaring straight at his older doppleganger. 

“Wait, what about the zombies?” You asked, noticing they had stopped appearing at the doors.

“We’ve cleared out what was here, the rest are beyond the locked down doors. Now, Edward, ein word.”

Richtofen looked at him, then to you with a raised eyebrow. You furrowed your own eyebrows, looking from him, to your lover, who was also looking at you. Oh, you got the hint.

“Fine, whatever, I’ll leave. I’ll be with the rest of ‘em.” You grumbled, finding your way to the stairs. You passed Edward on your way up, his fingers ghosting on your waist as he murmured a ‘danke’ in your ear. You wasted no time getting to the elevator, riding it back up.

~

“So what the fuck are they talking about?” Dempsey asked, taking a swig of his beer he basically materialized from thin air. 

You sat with the six of them at the big conference table, eating and drinking while you waited. 

“Hell if I know, I got kicked out.” You grumble. You stabbed your canned beans with your fork. “But apparently we’re all stuck here until… I don’t know, they come to an agreement or something.” 

“I don’t trust those filthy rotten Germans.” The older Nikolai sneered. “They’re probably plotting… planning.”

“I doubt that. Your Richtofen might be insane and evil but mine still has some form of moral compass intact. Besides, I think they hate each other.”

“It’s their dick measuring contest.” Tank spoke up. “With egos such as theirs, they gotta show the other that they are the superior Richtofen. 

“I’m sure you know a lot about ego, Tank.” You tease the more veteran marine. 

“Hey! I’ve earned my ego. And you don’t see me fighting with my younger self about it.” He grinned at Dempsey, who gave the same smile back. They both reached over to fist bump one another. He then turned back to the table, cocking his head to the Japanese men. “What about you Tak? Neither of you had said a word this entire fic. What are your thoughts?”

“You know what my opinions of Richtofen are.” The older one said.

Takeo nodded in agreement, but still decided to speak up. “I do not trust the older Richtofen… and I hardly trust the younger. However, I trust (y/n), and what she thinks about the situation, being the closest to the Germans’ minds, I will go along with.”

Your eyes shot up from his words. You assumed Takeo had some form of respect for you, but his saying it so unabashedly made you feel damn good. You took a deep breath and thanked him.

“I’m sure Edward will sort things out - my Edward”  You corrected when you saw the look in the other group’s eyes. 

The makeshift dinner between you all ended soon, with no sign of either Germans. A small voice in your head had you wondering if they ran off together to take over the world or something, but you did your best to shake it off, getting your sleeping situation in order. You had been awake for what, close to 48 hours already? You were damn exhausted, and the others seemed to match your enthusiasm for sleep. 

Eventually, the two Edwards did make their way back to the conference room. They didn’t say a word to each other, Richtofen making his way to go bother Tank while your boyfriend situated himself next to you on your makeshift pallet. 

You pressed for details but he didn’t tell you much, insisting you two talk in the morning, tiredness evident in the heavy bags under his eyes. He said there was much deliberation to be done, and it was going to be difficult persuading his older self to do anything that wasn’t in his cards. Stubborn he called his older self, you could only smirk at the hypocrisy. 

~

You were exhausted, and all you wanted to do was sleep, but no matter how long you laid there, the sandman made it evident he wasn’t coming for you. You had tossed and turned, but now you fought with yourself to stay as still as possible, not wanting to wake Edward up if you could help it. He was deeply asleep, and god he needed it. You couldn’t lay here any longer, your legs were starting to ache. Carefully, you slipped out of Edward’s embrace, slipping out of the room to the elevator, wanting to fiddle with the computers down in the war room.

The lights were still red, signalling the lockdown was still in place. You flipped on your flashlight as you descended the stairs, marvelling at the incredible room. It looked dated, sure, but you were really in the Pentagon! You took your time studying all the machines, even picking up random top secret papers you found here and there, reading like you were starved for information.

“What are you doing down here, Fraulein?” A voice asked from the platform above. You smiled, laughing to yourself you couldn’t even sneak off your five minutes before your lover goes searching for you. 

“Oh, Edward, I couldn’t sleep,” You sigh, flipping through the papers you had in your hands. “And I just thought- oh.” 

You looked up to see that it was Richtofen leaning against the railing, a smirk on his lips as he realized you thought he was the younger. 

“Hi, Richtofen.” You said in a much more monotone voice.

“Calling me Edward will not kill you, you know. It’s my name as well.” He said in a playful tone, coming down to see what you were up to.

“But you are not my Edward. Therefore, you are just Richtofen to me.” 

“That’s a pity. My name on your lips sounds delicious., like they were made to say it… to moan it.” He whispered, walking even closer to stand right in front of you, maybe a foot’s distance.

You slammed the papers on the desk that was behind you, glaring at him with an intensity. “I already told you, Richtofen. I’m not interested.”

“You said the same thing back at the nuke town - yet we both know what we did that night.” 

He stepped closer to you, hips jutting into yours, pinning you against the desk. Your cheeks went red as you processed what he said.  “Y-you-”

“Do you think I would forget such a hot und heavy experience?” He whispered, his hands now on either side of you, trapping you there. “I remember it like it was yesterday, my dear (y/n)”

“But- but you acted like you just met me earlier.” You stutter, leaning back to create any space between the two of you. You were basically sitting on the desk now. 

“Mh, I had to put on some theatrics to keep the questions to a minimum, liebling. The Dempsey, Nikolai, und Takeo I’m travelling with right now have yet to meet you. And besides,” He grabbed your hips, trailing his warm breath to your ear. “I knew you would have a terrible time pretending I didn’t fuck you with abandon if you knew I knew.” 

You let out a low moan, your body betraying you in its desire. He seemed to revel in the fact. 

“I know you want me, my dear. Ride me. Right here, right now.” Richtofen growled. His hips pressed into yours with even more intensity, there was no hiding his growing arousal. 

Your need for the older man almost completely took over your actions. Your hands shakily found his lapels, you gripped them tightly, your muscles wanting to yank him closer, but you still had an ounce of your brain unclouded. You pushed him away, him stumbling back.

“No. I am committed to my Edward. What happened all those months ago was discussed between the two of us. Nothing between you and I is happening without him.” You said in an even tone.

He sighed, but a wicked grin once again painted his face. “I thought you might say that, although I am disappointed with your perfect moral compass.” Richtofen laughed. He cocked his head and nodded up to the balcony above. You follow his eyeline to see Edward, hair disheveled and white button down almost all the way open. 

You studied his expression, waiting for the anger to bubble up. You expected him to scold you, to yell at you, to do something out of anger. So that’s while your eyes widened and stomach turned in knots, good knots, when a smirk found his face as well.

“Meine liebe, when I asked you to keep him occupied, this wasn’t exactly what I had in mind.” He chuckled, joining the two of you on the ground floor. 

He replaced where Richtofen once was against your body, kissing your neck and running his hands through your hair.

“Fuck…” You groan, relishing the feeling of his lips on your skin. “I- mh, have a feeling you two weren’t just talking business down here.” 

“Business, ja, but of a… different variety.” Your lover answered, nipping at your neck. “As your doctor, I can see your body aching for pleasure I don’t think I can satisfy entirely by myself… why don’t we ask for a… second opinion, ja?”

With heavy lids, you look from your Edward to the other one standing a mere foot away, hand palming at his crotch as he watched his younger self ravish your skin in open mouth kisses. 

“God yes.”

Edward yanked you up, spinning you around so your back was pressed against Richtofen's chest. His hard length strained against the curve of your ass as he pressed himself against you once again, gloved hand pulling your hair to get good access to your neck.

“I have thought of you each und every night since I had the pleasure of experiencing that tight pussy of yours.” He growled, removing his hand from your hair to rip off your jacket. 

“Where are we doing this?” You’re panting as you ask, feeling Edward work on your shirt. 

“Right here.” Edward answered.

“Right now.” Richtofen breathed

“Like wild animals.”

You moaned against Edward’s neck while Richtofen reached around and popped open the button to your pants. He roughly shoved them down, using his teeth to quickly pull his glove off to reach his bare hand into your panties, fingertips pushing into your folds. 

“Scheisse, you’re so damn wet, you’re practically dripping.” The older man moaned. He expertly circled your clit.  You couldn’t help but arch your back, pressing harder and harder into his chest.

Your shoes and socks were kicked off, and your pants removed entirely. You were left in your undergarments, laying on the floor, staring doe eyed up at the men. The two Richtofens had fire in their eyes and they drank the sight of you up. 

“Please,” you beg, the seconds that ticked by while they did nothing felt like hours. “Please do something.”

“You did so well in control last time, meine fraulein.” Richtofen hummed. “Aber, now I want to see how well you follow directions.”

You glanced at Edward, who seemed to agree with his sentiment. You nod, each bone in your body buzzing with submissiveness. You got to your knees, waiting for your orders. Richtofen’s smirk twitch even bigger.

“Undress me.” He commanded. “Slowly. I want to see you savouring each new inch of skin you see.”

“Jawohl, doctor.”  Your answer caused his eyes to flutter close, a groan escaping him.

You rose from where you knelt, hands eagerly working the belts. You wasted no time getting those off, and he didn’t seem to mind, it was when you got to his jacket you slowed down, popping open each button with calculated fingers. You pushed it off his shoulders, it crumpling on the floor. 

His body was still covered by his white button up, but you could still appreciate his physique by how his biceps were firm against the fabric. You with deliberate movements removed his tie, beginning to unbutton his dress shirt.

He sighed in content as he watched you. “Mh, just like that,”

With each button that was opened, you gingerly kissed the newly exposed skin, licking and nipping the further down you got. His hand tangled in your hair as you got back down on your knees, fingers holding his belt where the last button disappeared under. Richtofen quickly untucked his shirt, popping off the last button to let the dress shirt join what was already on the floor. He handed his hat to Edward, who promptly discarded it.

His eyes urged you on, silently begging you to continue to undress him. You couldn’t help but smile when you heard his near silent gasp as his belt was undone. You knew if you wanted to, you could easily turn the tables, have them both as putty in your hands.

He stepped out of his shoes while you slowly pulled down his pants, his erection springing out, yet still concealed by his boxers. You nuzzled your face into his crotch, placing open mouth kisses against his clothed dick. His grip in your hair tightened as his breathing quickened. 

“You little minx,” Richtofen gasped. “Are you always such a tease?”

“You have no idea.” Edward chuckled, patiently waiting for his turn to be on the receiving end of your ministrations. 

You batted your eyelashes and took a hold of his waistband, slipping two fingers underneath. Your fingertips brushed against his pubic hair sending a shiver down his spine. In a quick movement, you pulled his boxers down, his cock finally springing free. 

His tip was red, already wet with precum, and the veins were prominent along his shaft. He looked just as delicious as you remembered, and with how it twitched in anticipation, you could tell how eager he was to have you play with it. 

“Does every Richtofen have such a pretty cock?” You murmur coyly, tracing your finger against the slit, precum collected on your finger. How it twitched again told you you were saying just the right things.

He laughed lowly. “Well, I can’t speak for all of them, however mmmmf-!” 

A strangled whimper escaped Richtofen’s mouth as you quickly took his length down your throat. You completely caught him off guard, his knees quivering and hand tightening even more in your hair. He pulsed in your mouth as you swirled your tongue around the head, sucking with abandon. You bobbed your head a few times before pulling off of him, a string of saliva connecting your mouth to his now glistening cock.

“I’m sorry, doctor, were you saying something?” You ask innocently, eyes wide like a deer’s. It took everything you had to keep the smirk from appearing on your lips. 

He looked down at you with pure desire in his eyes and a blush on his cheeks. You could tell he was doing everything in his power to compose himself. He took a deep breath before telling you, no, demanding you. “Undress my counterpart, then kneel at his feet like the good pet you are.” His voice was as harsh as gravel. 

You loved when Edward was dominant with you - and the same arousal you felt during those moments,  you were feeling now with Richtofen. You bit your lip, seeing that he was serious. Jawohl, you told him, standing up to go undress your lover. 

You made haste undressing Edward, but still showed him the attention you did with his doppleganger. You kissed his flushed skin as you unclothed it. His eyebrows were strung up as he watched you, entirely opposite of the furrowed brows of the other. 

“How’re you feeling, baby?” You whispered in his ear, shedding his button up.

“Like I have all of this pent up tension I’m excited to release.” He smirked, his excitement more than evident. “We’ll make sure to fuck you good, liebling.”

You drop to your knees and undo his pants, just as you had done Richtofen. You gripped his cock through his boxers, kissing the tip while staring straight into his eyes. It was damp, already soaked with his arousal.

“Mein Gott…” His breath hitched, shuttering as you slowly lowered his boxers, licking your lips as you saw your prize.

Richtofen hummed, watching intensely, “Suck his dick, like the cumslut you are.”

You make eye contact with the older man, not breaking it once while you take his younger self’s cock in your mouth. He wants a slut? That's exactly what he’ll get. You swallowed around Edward, taking him to the back of your throat before pulling it out, sucking and licking the head. You found a good rhythm, using one hand to jerk the base and the other to lightly squeeze his balls, something you knew he loved.

Edward was a mess under your ministrations. He gasped and moaned as you worked him, muscles tensing under the sheer pleasure he was experiencing. He thrusted himself into your mouth, his breath ragged. You let him use your mouth as a fucktoy, eyes never leaving Richtofen’s own. He stroked his cock as he watched, more turned on than ever seeing you unabashedly stare. 

“You’re too good at this…” Edward panted, tangling his fingers in your hair to keep you in place. The tip of his cock slammed into the back of your throat with each thrust. Even when your eyes watered, you held still, sucking and licking like your life depended on it. 

Spit dribbled down his cock as he worked your mouth, it coated his balls and you could tell he was loving every second of it. Seeing Edward encased in pleasure made you throb in need, moaning around him. He let out a string of German curses as it felt like electricity up his spine. 

“Gut fraulein,” Richtofen growled, the words making you let your lover’s dick fall out of your mouth. Edward heaved and gulped in air, shaking from the intensity of your oral skills. Richtofen pulled up one of the office chairs, sitting himself down and motioning you to come over to him. “I want to feel that pussy of yours around me again. Turn around.”

He grabbed your waist and forced you around before you could turn yourself. His hands cupped and pinched your ass, but he didn’t make you sit just yet. You shuddered as he pulled down your panties.

“Mein gott, you really are dripping…” He murmured, seeing your arousal string from your folds to the fabric that was now inches away. He pulled them down further to harshly plunge his fingers into your wetness, a pitiful whimper leaving your mouth as your walls clenched around him. He pumped his digits fast, watching as you writhe where you stood. Richtofen pushed his other hand against your back, putting pressure until you were basically bent in half, fingertips brushing the ground.

“Fuck! Oh, Richtofen!” You cried out, legs wanting to close, but him keeping them firmly open. He had pulled out his fingers, diving in with his mouth to lick and suck you. His tongue was skillful flicking against your clit. He buried his face in closer like he was a starved man eating nectar from the gods. His hands held your thighs in a deathgrip. His tongue continued to circle your bundle of nerves bringing you closer and closer to your climax. “Fuck, please, please,” You cried, feeling that knot in your stomach starting to tighten.

“Beg for it,” Richtofen groaned into your pussy. “Use your filthy words, Schlampe.”

“Hnnng, please, Richtofen-” 

He gently bit on your clit, but even just that sent what felt like a bolt of lightning down to your core. You cried out from the feeling. “Edward.” He demanded.

“Edward!” You plead. 

Your Edward groaned as you said their name. You craned your neck to look at him, no doubt looking like a whore from where you stood. His mouth hung slightly agape as he watched you get tongue fucked. He was working his cock with his hand, breathing heavily with each stroke. He nodded hastily, silently requesting you to beg like the older man wanted you to.

“Edward,” You tried again, voice and legs shaking. “I need to cum so bad, please,”

“Und what do you want me to do about that?” Richtofen laughed, kissing your folds as he waited for your answer. “C’mon you filthy girl, tell me.”

“Please use your skillful mouth on my pussy. Keep licking and sucking on my clit until I cum all over your face.” You beg, voice a much higher pitch than normal. “Bitte, bitte, bitte…”

Richtofen let out a deep moan before diving back in, his lips and tongue moving with renewed vigor. Your juices covered his face. You almost wanted to be embarrassed that he was eating you out from behind, but the pleasure didn’t allow you to be. You were a moaning mess, pushing yourself harder against him as you got closer and closer to the edge. ‘Yes, yes,’ You kept whimpering over and over.

“Oh, Edward I’m gonna… g-gonna-”

You cried out in ecstasy as you came hard. Your body buzzed in pleasure as you rode out your orgasm, Richtofen not stopping or slowing down his movements. Your knees gave out, Richtofen holding up your entire weight as he continued to lick and suck. Your cries of pleasure soon turned into whimpers as the overstimulation set in, your pussy becoming sensitive.

Richtofen slowed down after you started begging him to stop, He pulled you to his lap, letting you sit while you caught your breath, your legs shaking, still basking in waves of pleasure.

“You are delicious” He whispered.

 You laid your head in the crook of his neck, still trying to steady your breathing. His hands trailed from your thighs, where his hard cock was nestled against your still sensitive folds, up your stomach, to your chest. Your lacy bra still hugged your breasts. 

He hummed in dissatisfaction, knowing there was an obstacle in his way, keeping him from his prize. “This won’t do…” When has that ever stopped him?

He reached between you, taking the clasps in his hand and undoing them effortlessly. He tore it off with a hunger, both hands cupping them roughly. He pinched and rolled your nipples as he gave you your next instructions.

“Now, liebe, you are going to ride mein schwanz while you give mein younger counterpart ein very eager handjob. I want to see you staring up at him while you do so, Understand?” He asked, voice innocent like he simply gave a task to a coworker.  

“Yes, Edward.”

You could almost feel his smile as he helped lift your hips. Your Edward walked up, cock in hand and a sex-drunk smile on his face. Once he got close enough, you leaned forward and kissed the tip of his dick. You knew it drove him wild. 

Richtofen’s cock nudged against your entrance, you slowly sank down on his, savoring each and every inch. You groaned, your eyes fluttering closed. He filled you up completely, stretching you to your limit. It was a delicious feeling. 

“Ride me.” He growled. You took a deep breath, raising your hips before slamming them down, eliciting a satisfied moan from him. You reached out and grabbed Edward’s cock, finding a quick rhythm to your strokes and riding. 

You bounced quickly on him, giving him everything he could possibly want, your lover was just as happy, your tight grip pumping him with fervor had him moaning once again. 

“You have the hottest,” Richtofen gasped “tightest,” He began thrusting in time with your bouncing. “wettest pussy I’ve ever had the pleasure of fucking.” His grip on your waist as he helped guide you was painful, but it only fuelled the pleasure you were feeling. 

You whimpered at the dirty talk, “More, tell me more,”

“Und that mouth of yours,” He continued, giving in to your pleas. “You know how to suck a dick so gut. I don’t know whether I want to cum in this perfect pussy, or in that whorish mouth of yours.”

Richtofen looked up to his counterpart, a wicked grin on his face. “What do you want, Edward? Where do you want to cum in your cumslut of a girlfriend?”

“In her tight pussy.” He answered, head back in ecstasy as you jerked him. 

“Then fuck her.” Richtofen held you down, stilling your movements. He savored you wrapped around him for a moment longer before pulling you off completely, shoving you towards the other. “Fuck her hard und fast. Mark her as yours- as ours.” 

Edward wasted no time, pinning you against a control panel, spreading your legs as he entered you from behind. He didn’t give you any time to adjust, knowing you had plenty of time to adjust to Richtofen.  He thrusted into you with abandon, taking you roughly just like the older man told him. You gripped onto the machines tightly, moaning and whimpering as he hit all the right places inside you. The sound of his skin slapping into yours as he fucked you like an animal filled the room, adding to the intense eroticism that was already there.

“You’re the best fucktoy around, meine liebling.” Edward moaned in your ear, seeing how well you respond to the degradation. “You’re insatiable, wanting more und more even with two men here to please you.” His pace was brutal, you could only gasp and writhe under the pleasure. 

“Yes, oh god, yes! Harder!” You beg.

 He responds with a growl, slamming into you with even more force than before. You’re both lost in the moment, consumed by the pleasure that’s building inside you. You could tell he was getting close, you could feel his body tensing against you, his moans becoming quicker and at a higher pitch, and his thrusts becoming erratic

With a final hard thrust, Edward came deep inside you, a guttural groan escaping him and his body shuttering with the intense pleasure of his release. His cock pulsed, moans tumbling out of his mouth as you continued moving your hips, milking him for all that he had. He lazily thrusted a few more times, riding out his orgasm, but soon he was completely spent, panting against your back, sweat making his skin stick to yours. 

“Gott, it’s like watching rabbits in heat.” Richtofen laughed, pulling Edward off of you. He pointed him to the chair to recover while he focused on you once again.

He flipped you over, the panel dug into your back but you couldn’t find it in yourself to care. His mouth trailed its way to your thighs, biting hard like he wanted to draw bloo. You cried out in pain but you didn’t push him away. 

“Mh, a flexible young thing…” He hummed as he lifted your legs, placing them on his shoulders to have the best angle. He leaned in to kiss you, properly kiss you, diving his tongue into your mouth while he positioned himself, running his tip along your clit. 

The kiss was fiercely passionate, a hand coming up to hold your face as he tasted you. He sighed in the kiss, like he finally got something he had been aching for. It was surprising;y tender. He hesitantly pulled away, eyes lidded in a heavy glare. He pushed inside you, moaning as he set a fast pace, slamming into you with as much vigor as his younger self. 

Your knees were pressed against your chest as he leaned over you, fucking you sensless. Your muscles were exhausted at this point, but god, you needed this. With each thrust, he hit that sensitive spot inside you, it made your vision waver and your skin feel on fire in the best way. You cried out his name over and over like it was a prayer, and the more you said it, the rougher he was with you. 

“You like it when we fuck you hard, ja? You like to be used, dominated,” He grinned - it looked more like him baring his teeth. “You’re just a specimen for me to experiment with.”

“Yes, doctor Richtofen!” 

He seemed to like you calling him by his title. His grip on your waist grew tighter as he buried his face in your neck, inhaling your natural scent. “Say it again.” He bit down on your neck.

“Doctor Richtofen!” You cried louder, feeling your second orgasm grow closer and closer. His left hand left your waist, trailing lower so rub quick, tight circles in your bundle of nerves. 

“Again!” He growled even harsher, his breathing reduced to shallow pants as his thrusting became erratic. 

“Doctor Ric-mmmmf–!”

He kissed you hard, grunting into your mouth as he reached his peak. The sheer eroticism of it all combined with him rubbing your clit with fervor tipped you over as well. You explode in a mind-blowing orgasm, your body convulsing with pleasure. Your walls clenched down on him, causing pathetic whimpers to escape him.

“Verdammt, the way you squeeze around me… Mein Gott…” 

Richtofen heaved, catching his breath while still nestled deep inside you. With each pulse of your pussy, you could feel him shutter. It was overwhelming for him, but it felt too damn good to pull out. Your hands found his chest, lightly playing with his salt and pepper chest hair while coming down from the high. 

“You two were incredible like always.” You smile. 

Richtofen smirked as he pulled out, but still supported himself on the console. “Well since you held up your end of the bargain, Edward, I suppose I will as well.” 

You furrowed your brows at him, head cocked in confusion. “What bargain?” You then trailed your eyes to Edward, who was beginning to look sheepish sitting there in the chair.

“Well… him und I made an agreement that he’ll leave if, well, you und I… ahem…” He trailed off. You quickly sat up.

“You used me as a sex pawn!” You accused him.

“Meine liebling, it was more of a… okay ja, but it all depended if you agreed, und I wasn’t going to force you.” He defended himself, now scrambling to get his clothes on. If you were going to kill him, he wanted to at least have a little dignity.

You could only laugh, that was such a Richtofen thing to do. If it was with anyone else you definitely would be in the process of murdering him right now, but given it was just another Richtofen, you just continued to bask in the afterglow. “You’re ridiculous.” You chuckle. 

“So… are you mad or…?”

“No, I’m not mad. But if you two decide to pull the wool over my eyes like this again, you could at least buy me dinner first.” You said, eyes running from Edward to Richtofen, giving him a wink. “I am a lady, afterall…”

“Keep talking like that, my dear, und you’ll be pinned to that panel again.” Richtofen said in a sultry voice.

You smile, shaking your head as you throw his pants at him. The three of you quickly got dressed, you and Edward wanted to avoid being caught by others if you could, Richtofen didn’t care, of course. 

The older man pulled you into an embrace, kissing you passionately. “I hope you know I’m going to find you again, somewhere…. Somehow… und perhaps we can experiment more.” 

“I don’t expect anything less from you, Edward.” You use his first name, drawing a wicked grin from him.

You knew this was only the second time out of many you’ll experience the two of them ravishing you.And honestly? You wouldn’t have it any other way.

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[not-a-perfect-metaphor]

Hi! How are you doing? I wanted to get your opinion on another drama in the fandom after The Winchesters finale. All I get from it is facepalm. I don't remember reading it here or elsewhere, but it was saying that after the spn finale, we're in for a deliberate campaign to break the bond between J2 in the public eye. And they clearly succeeded. It's like many fans have gone crazy and can't stop saying for years that J2 were never friends or about friendship breakdown and betrayal. And this is despite the fact that J2 are still close and dear to each other. They still want to work together and will definitely restart spn one day. Not to mention them as a strong couple who have been through a lot. And I think this kind of drama is even good for them. J2 tinhat not much left and not as much attention and emphasis on them anymore. Even just j2 fans are hard to find. There are only individual aggressive fans of each of the J2 and crazy Hellers. At times I think it's even better that way. They can be together without worrying so much about damage control.

I’ve started and restarted this answer so many times, because I feel like it’s such a delicate topic but also something that definitely does need to be addressed.

And I thank you for taking the time to write it out so eloquently!

I guess I’ll start by saying that I absolutely have noticed the number of people jumping onto the anti-‘J2-togetherness’ train, to the point where I’ve been trying to figure out for a while now what factors could be contributing to it.

Mainly because the actual reality of the Js on a day-to-day basis does not match up with what’s been said (with what’s being said), and yes, there definitely have always been those who have projected their own discomforts/disappointments/opposing views etc. onto the Js. Of course we all know that, but you’re certainly right about the fact that it’s become much more prevalent in recent months (I kind of feel like it’s been happening ever since the sequel debacle, really).

And on that note, I do think the issues surrounding the sequel undeniably planted seeds of resentment/negative feelings in probably a pretty big percentage of at least the individuals who were once pro-J2 and who are now anti-J2, and I’m not about to pass judgment on anyone or try to claim that anyone’s feelings/opinions are wrong or bad, because that’s never been what I’m about here.

What I have always said about the prequel drama is essentially this-

The strength of the 15+ year relationship between Jared and Jensen allowed them to heal from all of that, and even in the midst of it, I never doubted they would…and they absolutely, 100% have.

That’s honestly what genuinely matters, at least as it pertains to our discussion about the closeness/trust/love between the two of them, and I guess I would just say…or I would hope…that anyone holding onto their own disappointments might at least be able to distinguish between their own feelings and how the Js have stated and shown they feel.

But again, to each their own.

The other element to mention, I think, is the glaringly obvious one, and something I’ve touched on a few times since the wrapping up of SPN.

It was always going to be really difficult for us, on the outside looking in, to no longer (for now, anyway) get to experience that amazingly personal and constant view of Jared and Jensen’s relationship to the degree we’d all become so accustomed to throughout the decade and a half of SPN, and I think some people lost sight of the fact that just because we’re not able to witness as much of their time together/hear about as much of their relationship/etc. doesn’t mean it isn’t still happening.

And yes, it’s common sense. But I think for some, probably those who weren’t as heavily invested in the first place (although that’s just speculation), the shift was misinterpreted as being linked to a decline in the Js intimacy instead of simply a decline in the amount of that intimacy we get to see.

As for a more formal ‘set-up’ of these rumors and speculations, that’s not something I’ve been privy to or heard anything about, although I’ll absolutely agree with you on the fact that whether there was any staging or simply just the natural progressions one would expect, the dimmed spotlight on the nature of Jared and Jensen’s relationship has certainly allowed them some more freedom and peace, which of course is a good thing.

And it’s not anything we didn’t all realize would happen, those of us who’ve been around for this for as long as we have been. We’ve been talking it over since the start of SPN’s final season.

Digging into these anti-J2 posts, I can tell you that what I personally found is that the vast majority of them, as has always been the case, are originating from hellers, with a small (although, yes, increased) percentage of them seemingly coming from previously pro-J2 folks.

In the end, I guess I’d really love to hear from others and get any additional opinions on this, so please, if you have something to add, let me know!

Edit: as far as J2 tinhats disappearing, I don’t think that’s actually necessarily the case. I know that I tend to vanish for sometimes quite long periods of time, but that’s always been the case, and I see the same group of us (not entirely, but the bulk of us) still wearing our hats and enjoying the Js here on Tumblr. 😊 So definitely hang in there, my friend!

#j2 #j2 tinhat #my ramblings

[asachuu]

A lot of people are talking about Arthur’s age right now to the point even I know about it from under my rock, but instead of stating the obvious and simply assuming everyone is in on everything already, I’ll just ask this: what is actually so unbelievable about him being 27? I’ve heard folks say that it would mean he would be 15-16 at the time of joining his organization, which is indeed correct, but somehow, this comes as a surprise or something unacceptable, and I don’t understand why? The two literal fandom favorites, Dazai and Chuuya, met at fifteen years old when one was a mafia member already and the other joined at the same age, and no one seems to find that unbelievable?

Anyway, since I have my two cents on this matter, I have to shove the rest of this under the cut, but please bear with me here.

I presume people are mostly shocked for that reason, though do correct me if I’m wrong— I do see how it could be inconceivable to think of his whole entire background, memories, memoir and so on as being attributed to a 15-19 year old instead of someone far older, but if that’s due to any other reason than it simply not meeting expectations thanks to some former headcanons, I’m not too sure why. Obvious Fifteen parallels aside, it’s not as if BSD is some light-hearted series where characters going through incredibly harsh events we cannot even imagine have to be of legal age and in perfect circumstances to be able to handle it— I suppose some could be wondering about that aspect, but it would match up with the whole feel and plot of the story, and no part of it feels out of place. I’ll admit I used to believe Arthur was 36-37 at the time of his death as I didn’t know of his age either, but upon seeing he was a decade younger, I didn’t exactly think it to be nonsense for the sake of him being “too young”, and not to mention, this would also mirror his IRL counterpart, being 16 at the time of meeting Verlaine— which you absolutely could say is too young, considering the entire story between them, but it did happen, and BSD is based on the real-life authors after all— so I don’t see any argument against this which truly makes sense, all things considered.

That aside, I will say that Arthur’s canonical age specifically matters to me, unlike some other characters’ ages, and perhaps my reasoning could be a shared one that contributes to some of this confusion, and that is because it does change the perspective of Fifteen/Stormbringer to quite an extent. I had a whole post drafted about this already a week ago, but it seems to be even more relevant now, so I’ll just throw a part of it here and the rest in a reblog to not derail too much.

In my opinion, if one is to read Arthur’s memoir from Stormbringer, it feels much different to think of it as written by an adult as opposed to a teenager, purely because of its content— the character who has no family to return to, no loved ones or friends or even personal feelings he is allowed to have due to his job, the one who is overjoyed to finally have a partner whom he could make any difference to and who is already prepared to be forgotten after his death anyway, is not actually fully grown up, which maybe some are having a hard time accepting, I’m not too certain.

To me, this view on the story is indeed a lot sadder, especially if one is to consider his only partner betrayed him at 19 instead of whatever other theory could be in place, alongside all else I won’t be mentioning here as I believe I wrote a long enough essay about those two as is, but I don’t think any of it is strange or odd-sounding. If I may, in my personal opinion, I actually believe it makes far more sense, and not because it once again would align with his IRL counterpart even here— no, rather considering his behavior in Fifteen of desperately trying to find a way to remember his best yet only friend, likely because he hadn’t had anyone by his side from such a young age and clearly latched onto the first person he could have had alongside him, which could be a fully applicable theory even if you hadn’t seen the pair in any unrequited romantic contexts that could have been his motive. Does it make the story far more sorrowful? Yes. But does it make the story nonsense and unbelievable? Absolutely not. At this point, I would be so much more surprised if he wound up actually being 37 as I and what I suspect is a decent amount of others guessed at first, because in that case, I would somewhat understand the other side to my arguments— I still wouldn’t agree with them as I never did, even in the past when I didn’t have any extra information, but I could potentially see where they’re coming from at the very least.

I’ll just briefly acknowledge that perhaps some saw the memoir implying Arthur being more of Paul’s mentor at the time, being much older and wiser than him as would be expected, but I don’t think this was ever anyhow highlighted in the novels to make it clear that Arthur could be considered as such entirely— it was only said he would be the one to raise him, which I admit would not leave me assuming the given character is 15, but all things considered, it still aligns with everything above. I also have to acknowledge that in Fifteen, he is referred to as an “older” member of the Port Mafia, but I believe that refers to the eight years he spent in it, and was not meant to be an indicator of his actual age at the time, although compared to Chuuya and Dazai back then, perhaps 27 could indeed be seen as older in a very relative sense. Still, neither of these things are a direct contradiction to his supposed age, and while I’m not here to “prove” he’s 27 or 37 or whatever else one could assume, since I don’t have any other source of information other than the S3 guidebook and don’t have any reason to come up with alternative theories, hence why I choose to trust it unless official sources state otherwise, I’m only here because it surprises me how many people are shocked by this, as if many other characters in BSD weren’t in the same exact age range at the time of drastic or serious events happening around them/to them. I assume that, for some, this is merely something which goes against their personal headcanons or is just wholly unexpected, with nothing more in-depth sitting behind it, at whom this post is not aimed whatsoever, but I saw some saying it doesn’t even fit into canon at all, which…how, exactly? Because I don’t see it at all.

#text post #bungou stray dogs #bsd fifteen #bsd arthur rimbaud #randou #bsd stormbringer #bsd storm bringer #asachuu

[maximotts]

“Candy Montgomery is a real human and using her name and life events to write gay fanfiction is a very specific level of clownery”

I don’t support the weirdos writing Candy x Reader fanfics at all obviously because what the fuck is wrong with people, seriously?!?😑

But you saying the above is kinda hypocritical tbh considering you’re using all of Lizzie playing Candy in the show as inspo for thinking up ideas and writing milf Wanda stuff since L&D started.

Like you’ve even said specific scenes/looks have inspired ideas for you so like.. you’re also involved in the clownery of being inspired by the show about her to write gay fanfiction

I know you’ll try to argue that it’s different but it rly isn’t. Just sticking another character’s name on it doesn’t change the fact you’re being inspired by Lizzie playing Candy 🫤

Hi! I’ve been writing milf Wanda since before Love and Death and clearly you sent this without knowing what my AU entails so allow me to explain since I’m bored rn so why not entertain True Clownery!

She looks like Wanda. She doesn’t have short blonde hair; she has typical Wanda hair, is from Sokovia (which does play into the more character developing bits I’ve written about her), etc. She’s not religious or affiliated with church, she’s divorced, isn’t a murderer. This isn’t a dark AU in the slightest. I didn’t just slap a different name on her, this is a universe I’ve been writing for and developing for months, I haven’t posted it because I don’t put full fics on here currently.

“I know you’ll try to argue it isn’t the same thing but” then why send me this ask? Post your opinion on your own blog instead of coming anonymously onto mine and accusing me of only just starting to write her now when you clearly don’t even know me well enough to know I’ve been talking about my milf!Wanda AU for a very long time.

Me saying I saw something and got inspired to think about it in the guise of my AU that again lemme reiterate, I’ve been writing and talking about for many months already, is just how ideas work?

Something as base as “oh I saw her bend over a counter, lemme write a milf Wanda fic about phone sex” … nothing about that relates to Candy or her crimes, her real life situation, or anything of the sort.

Anyway, if you want to have further discussion, come off anon or DM me because I try not to do Critical Thinking Skills 101 with faceless people anymore

#thank you for this reminder to continue Not post full fics on this hellsite #anon asks. #answered.