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eimids · 7 months

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Looking like a winner

Lucy Bronze x reader

ok so this might be like a one time thing or i might start writing more often.

this is my first time writing here so let’s see what this will be😋

and i definitely have not reread this🤝

warnings: smut. smut. smut.

words: 1.9k

After winning the euros, Lucy felt like she was on top of the world. Getting to win such a major tournament with her best friends felt incredible. She was proud of herself and the team, and so were you. You were proudly wearing a jersey with the name Bronze in the back. Jumping with joy when thr match finally came to an end.

You knew that Lucy was going to have a long night celebrating with her teammates, so you were patient. Although you were together a lot during the euros, you still didn’t really have time for each other. Well you did but not time for what the both of you really craved. Sex.

It had been almost a month since you last had sex, and you couldn’t wait anymore. Having a lot of dreams about Lucy fucking you in every possible way and Lucy teasing you with some not so innocent photos, made you a walking mess.

Many nights you let your hands wander down to your sensitive and neglected clit. Looking photos of Lucy with her muscles on display, imaging it was her hand on your body, you still weren’t able to make yourself come. Once you had Lucy’s fingers, nothing felt the same.

So after the long night Lucy finally returned home. It was around 4am when she walked through the door of your shared apartment. You were already asleep but woke up to the sounds of your wife. She was slightly drunk, but nothing too much. She wasn’t a lightweight and could drink quite a lot without getting drunk.

You sat in your bed and waited for Lucy to come through the bedroom door. It took a while but when she finally came, you were at a loss of words. Quickly you were wide awake.

Lucy standing there with nothing but her gold medal and strap on around her waist.

“Take a photo, it’ll last longer” Lucy laughed a little at your antics. Mouth open and eyes shamelessly roaming on her body.

You couldn’t muster up any words. Your brain short circuited at the sight of your absolute gorgeous wife. The medal was sitting on her oh so perfect abs. The strap between her legs was your favorite. Her hair was let down and the perfect smirk on her face did not help your situation.

“I told you that if I win, I would fuck you with this medal banging in your head. That’s exactly what i’m gonna do with you tonight.” Lucy explained while walking closer to you.

“Please, please Lucy, please I need you to fuck me, been so needy” Was all you could say. Lucy was happy with that as she manhandled you on your knees, on the ground.

“No clothes, I really like this view” Lucy said and now it was her turn to take in every detail of you. Your perfect boobs, that she loved so much. Your eyes pleading as you looked up at her.

“Suck my dick nice and wet for your pussy. I’m going to fuck you so good that you can’t walk tomorrow” Lucy said with her hoarse voice.

That was enough for you to get to action. Quickly putting your hands on Lucys thighs and your tongue on the tip of the strap. You slowly circled it before licking the sides of it. You only now realized that Lucy had a vibrator on her side of the strap. Hearing the low buzz of it made you want to work even harder on her strap. Wanting to make her feel good.

“Oh just like that. You are just a little slut who is willingly letting me fuck her at any point of the day, or in this case night. But you are the best slut I could ask for” Lucy encouraged you as you started to take the strap deeper into your mouth.

Lucy brought her hand on your hair and started guiding your movements. Finding a pace that was the most pleasurable for her. You also brought your hands at the base of the harness so the vibrations were better for her.

“Oh such a good girl, taking my cock so well. So good girl” Lucy said as you started to gag around the strap. It hit the back of your throat again and again, but you were fully enjoying it.

It didn’t take long for Lucy to come with her strap in your mouth. How could she not, when she had such a gorgeous sight. You with teary eyes taking so proudly her strap.

“Oh don’t stop y/n, you are doing so good, just keep- oh, keep going” Lucy moaned when she road her high. Legs shaking and eyes rolling. It was your favorite look on your wife.

After she calmed down a bit, she was again manhandling you to the bed. This time putting you on your hands and knees.

“You were so good to me, you deserve a nice reward, don’t you?” Lucy asked.

“Yeas please, I’ve been a good girl for you, please fuck me” You stuttered, just waiting to be filled.

Lucy didn’t wast time as she brought her fingers to your pussy and dipped them in.

“Oh you are already so wet for me baby, did sucking my strap make you wet?” Lucy asked proudly. Obviously she knew the answer to that but she wanted to hear you say it.

“Yes, I love sucking your cock. Please fuck me now” You said inpatitently.

“Oh someone is getting inpatient, well who am I to deny you” Lucy said and lined the strap to your pussy.

Slowly she started to push it in. You enjoyed the stretch of your walls, letting an ungodly moan. Lucy let you adjust for a while, not wanting to make you uncomfortable. You gave a sign that you were ready. That was all that Lucy needed before pulling the cock out of you, except the tip, and slamming it back inside.

“Lucy, fuck” You screamed so loudly that you knew that you would hear from the neighbors. But you didn’t care. All you could think about was Lucy mercilessly banging you from behind.

You moaned shamelessly as you felt the medal make touch of the back of your head. You were filled with pride over your wife. You knew how important winning this was to her. And now she could put the medal in action.

Lucy was too on cloud nine as she watched her medal swinging. She was proud of herself and was happily showing it to you.

“On Lucy please, please make me come” You pleaded as you were getting closer. You just needed a bit more.

Lucy, being the perfect wife, knew exactly what you needed. She brought her fingers to your sensitive clit and started to circle it. After that it didn’t take long as you were coming hard around her cock.

“Yes, yes, Lucy you are making me feel so good please don’t stop baby” You moaned.

Lucy didn’t stop. Although she was proud of her medal, she was more proud of having you as a wife. She was the kind of woman that would do anything for you.

Not slowing down, she kept on going. Her fingers still circling your clit as you erupted for the second time. Your orgasm taking over your whole body as you shook with the power of it.

Slowing her movements you came down from your orgasm. She stayed inside you for a while. Kissing you back and whispering sweet nothings to your ears. You could feel the medal lay on your back between you and your wife.

You could’ve happily stayed in that moment forever. But Lucy had other plans. She pulled out of you slowly, not wanting any discomfort for you. Still you whined at the emptiness.

“I’m proud of you Lucia” Was the first thing you said as you found the words. You turned to your back to look at her.

Those words flipped something inside Lucy, the dominant personality was gone and some tears were brought to her eyes.

“So, so proud of you my baby” You continued. She came straddling on top of you so she could kiss you.

The kiss was passionate and needy, after a long time, she finally had you all to herself. She was a european champion and happier than ever that she could do that with you by her side.

“I love you so much, my sweet girl” Was all she said before clashing her lips back to yours.

Her hands found your boobs and she started to massage them. She loved how sensitive they were and how you started moaning in her mouth at her actions.

“Can I please fuck your tits” She asked you suddenly. It was something she had wanted to do for a while but never had the courage to ask you. But now she felt like it was the perfect moment.

You nodded enthusiastically and she shifted on top of you. She put the vibrator back on and jolted a bit at first. Then she brought the strap between your perfect breasts. So round and full. All for her to use.

The strap was still wet from your pussy, so it was easily sliding between you boobs. Lucy even brought her hands and squeezed you tits together so both of you could feel better.

When Lucy’s fingers found your nipples, you knew exactly what she wanted. She wanted you to come by her just touching your nipples. It wouldn’t be the first time, and definitely not the last.

This time Lucy was gentle. Her thrust were slow and passionate. Her fingers working on your nippels and her eyes studying every inch of your face so she could see what felt the best for you.

“Shit Lucy, do that again” You moaned as Lucy twisted your nipple in a particularly amazing way.

So she did, again and again, untill you were at the brink of your orgasm.

“Wait for me baby, I want to cum with you” Lucy musterd chasing her own orgasm.

With you bringing your hand again at the base of the harness, she was a goner.

“Oh now baby, do it. Come with me my sweet girl. I want to see you coming” Lucy moaned as the orgasm took over her body. With one more twist of your nipple you were coming with her.

It was like you were in heaven. The prettiest woman on top of you having an orgasm, your own body in fire with pleasure. It was everything you needed.

Lucy fell next to you panting. You both had a minute to calm down.

“That was probably the best we’ve ever had” You said breathlessly.

“It really was” Lucy said proudly. A smile on her face.

She turned to kiss you again. It was slow and sweet with so much love in it. Just like how she kissed you on your wedding day. It was something truly magical.

You didn’t really speak for a while. Just holding each other and enjoying the moment. It was the aftercare that both of you needed.

After some water and Lucy cleaning you up, you happily fell asleep on top of her.

“Good night my sweet girl” Lucy said before kissing your head.

After making sure you where comfortable, she fell asleep herself.

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So yeah I haven’t written in a long time so well see if this is any good. Please give me some feedback!

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bootybest · 5 months

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Cole’s Cavern

You were walking down the hall, on your way out of school when Cole stops you in the hallway. He was a popular dude in the wrestling team who won almost every match.

“I’ll give you $20 if you beat me in a match” He says cockily. “What if I lose?” You reply. “Then you lose. You don’t owe me a dime.” He winks at you and it’s hard not to accept his offer. You needed some money and worst case scenario you lose a wrestling match.

You follow Cole into the school’s gym and set down your backpack. You walk over to the wrestling mat setup in the middle and start to stretch

Cole is on the other side, already in position to start. You finish your stretches and also get into position. It’s a little awkward since Cole’s wearing his singlet while you’re just in some casual clothes

“Ready?” He asks you. You nod your head and he starts to count down.

Go!

Cole runs at you and immediately pushes you to the ground. He smiles as he holds you down for a couple seconds, then declares his victory. You couldn’t even put up a fight, he’s much stronger and faster than you.

“Alright, time for your side of the bet.” He starts to chuckle as he rearranges so that he’s stomach down kn the mat, and grabs your head with his thighs. You’re confused and try to escape, but he has you tight

“And for the fun part.” He laugh as he starts to unzip his singlet, revealing his nasty, sweaty butt. You try even harder to escape, but it’s useless.

Cole starts to lower your head into his crack slowly. The smell starts to hit you and you gag slightly. Cole just chuckles as your face gets closer and closer. Soon, the tip of your nose is touching his cheeks

Suddenly, he slams your face deep into his ass and laughs as he twists his hips left to right, sinking your nose even deeper. “How’s it smell? But it’s great since I haven’t showered since the last tournament.” You start to cough at his raw smell alone

“Just wait little dude, it’s gonna get a whole lot worse.” He chuckles and you can heart his stomach start to rumble. He twists your head as deep as it can go into his ass, and then-

BRRRRRRPPPPPPOO

He sighs in relief as he crushes your head with his legs. The smell is absolutely horrible and you immediately start to gag. You push back against him, but his legs hold you in place. It starts to get hotter in his crack “Oh no buddy, you’re not leaving here for a while.”

FFFFRRRRRTTTTT

Another fart hits you straight in the face. You feel your eyes start to water and you don’t know how much longer you can last. You start to claw at his chest, but he uses his hands to hold your arms down. “Double trouble for trying to escape bro.”

BBBBBRRRRRTTTTT

FFFRRRRRRPPPP

You start to get light headed from the fumes, and your mind starts racing. You try to figure a way out, but get distracted when a smell starts to hit your nose. It’s worse than anything from today and you realize he’s releasing a long SBD up your nose. You struggle to keep your eyes open until- “Lick my hole or it’s gonna get a lot worse” You’re shocked by his words and refuse. “You asked for it bro.”

BBBBBBBBBBBBRRRRRRRRRRRRRTTTTTTTTTTTPPPPPPPP

A powerful fart vibrates the tip of your nose, and you think it lasts 20 seconds. You refuse to stick your tongue out and he starts to countdown. “Come on bro, you’re not gonna like what’s next if you don’t. 5. 4. 3. 2. 1… Alright man, your funeral.”

BBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRPPPPPPPPPPPPTTTT

A minute long fart comes from his ass and straight into your nose. You start to pass out halfway through but he continues. He keeps you in his cavern for a couple minutes, letting go of his gas. He groans and uses his hands to shake your head in his ass. He sighs as he stands up and takes off his singlet, stuffing it in your mouth. He chuckles as he takes a picture on your phone. He leaves you a text

“Meet me here every Friday until you win a match. Or else..”

You dread going to school for the rest of the year

#gay fart #gay #fart #eproctophilia

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game-set-canet · 9 months

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could you do an alcaraz fic where you both wake up the morning after his Wimbledon win and it's all fluffy and cute and happy?

My Number One

Pairing: Carlos Alcaraz x f!reader

category: fluff

warnings: none

Author’s Note: I had so much fun writing it, so thank you for this request! 💙 there is a lot of fluff (and hand-holding) going on in this imagine, i hope you like it!

* Y/N = your name

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(not my gif! credits to the owner/creator!)

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The first thing you see after slowly opening your eyes is Carlos’ peaceful face. He is still asleep and has a soft little smile on his lips.

For a few seconds you just lay there and watch your boyfriend while your thoughts go back to yesterday.

Carlos won the second slam of his career. He defeated Novak Djokovic and won the tournament of Wimbledon. Although you were really confident and always believed that he will win it, you can’t remember the last time you cried as much as yesterday – except because of the final of the US Open 2022 of course.

You are so proud of him and what he archived in the last two years: winning slams, becoming world’s number one, breaking lots of records and still he remained the cheerful, humble and loyal young man you fell in love with.

He deserves this success so much after the start of the season: missing the Australian Open hurt him more than he admitted to the rest of the team and after Roland Garros and his loss to Djokovic with all the cramping and emotional pressure. All these thoughts bring tears to your eyes.

Suddenly Carlos snaps you out of your thoughts, you didn't notice that he was awake: “Please don’t start crying.”, his voice is a bit hoarse and still full of sleep, “I hate seeing you cry – no matter if they are tears of joy or not.”

You smile at your boyfriend and quickly try to blink the tears away: “Hey!”, you put your hand on his cheek and softly stroke it with you thumb, “Good morning!”

Carlos covers your hand with his and presses a kiss on your palm: “Good morning, Y/N!”

You smile at each other before Carlos moves closer to you – your noses are almost touching now.

“Did you sleep well?”, Carlos intertwines your hands with each other under the duvet.

You nod a little and smile at him: “I slept next to my beautiful boyfriend who just won Wimbledon alas his second slam, so yes, I slept very very well.”

Carlos’ smile got bigger and bigger with every one of your words and looks at you with a really radiant smile now.

Seeing him like this, your heart skips a beat. You can’t help but close the last distance between you to kiss him. The kiss was slow and tender and ended in little pecks.

“I still can’t quite believe it, you know?”, Carlos leans his forehead against yours, he is only whispering, “I mean, I always dreamt of winning Wimbledon and now…I can’t believe it.”

You chuckle a little because he had already said these words a few times yesterday - and also in exactly these words after winning the final in New York. And as Carlos repeats his words over and over again, you also repeat the answer you have given on every other occasion: “But you did it. And I’m so so proud of you.”

He doesn’t reply.

Instead, he buries his face in the crook of your neck and wraps his arms around you.

You slowly stroke one hand up and down his back while the second hand runs over his hair.

“Although I have to be honest: I might be a little jealously of the Wimbledon trophy.”, you say teasingly while playfully tugging on Carlos’ short hair, “You hugged it almost the whole evening yesterday and I can’t count the number of kisses you have given that trophy during the team celebration.”

Carlos groans softly because of the feeling your fingernails cause on his scalp. It takes a while for him to answer, his stubble scratches the sensitive skin of your neck: “I’m pretty sure I have hugged you way longer and have given you even more kisses during the team celebration.”, he lifts his head to grin at you, “And to be fair: it’s a really beautiful trophy!”

You roll your eyes and stick out your tongue at him: “I’m your girlfriend! It’s your job to hug and kiss me!”, you giggle a little, “But I’m honestly surprised you didn’t take it to bed with us.”

Carlos’ cheeks turn red which tells you that he actually did think about take it into bed. “No, I think I found the right place for it.”, he turns his head to look at the big trophy which is standing on the nightstand on his side of the bed, before he looks back at you and grins: “Besides, I already have the most beautiful thing of the whole world in my bed: you.”

“Cheeky.”, you laugh and shake your head in disbelief, “I like it.”

Carlos joins in your laughter before snuggling up to you again.

Somewhere in the bedroom you hear a smartphone vibrating, announce the arrival of a message. Your boyfriend groans in annoyance and rolls away from you over to his side of the bed. Without looking, he fumbles for his phone which is lying on the floor right next to his trousers.

“Is it something important?”, you ask him while sitting up in bed and stretch your arms up in the air.

“No, just Alvaro asking if we want to join them for brunch.”

You look down at you boyfriend who makes himself comfortable in bed again: “Do we want to join them for brunch?”

Carlos suppresses a yawn: “Mhhh, I’m hungry but I don’t want to get up!”, he reaches for your hand and pulls you on top of him so that you lie on his chest, “I say we stay in bed all day: have brunch in bed and later dinner in bed…what do you think?”

“Is this our post-slam-win-ritual?”, you press a feather-light kiss on his lips, “Staying in bed and sleeping, eating, making out the whole day?”

“Yes, because you had the perfect idea last year after the US Open final.”

“You are right, it’s the perfect idea.”

Carlos tilts his head and looks at you with a warm smile: “I love you, Y/N.”, he whispers between loving kisses, “I love you so so much.”, his fingertips stroke over your right cheek, “More than anything else.”

You lean into the touch, close your eyes as you enjoy the feeling of his fingers on your skin: “Even more than your slam trophies?”

“Definitely.”, Carlos chuckles softly, “I wouldn't have won them without you.”

Your eyes snap open: “What do you mean?”, you reach for his hand and hold it in yours, “You won them because you are the best. Because you sacrificed everything for that…you practise every day, and you train really hard…”, you sit up in bed and take a deep breath before you continued in your monologue, “You won all these tournaments because of-“

But Carlos just interrupts you, a soft grin on his face: “My amazing team. Because I have the best possible coach in the world and a family that supports me no matter what.”, he moves over so you are now sitting opposite each other, “And because I have my girlfriend by my side, who truly cares about my, who supports me and helps me every day.”, he doesn’t look at you, instead he focuses on his fingers playing with a loose thread on the bedspread – he seems a bit nervous but he starts talking again, “A girlfriend who encourages me before every single match and cheers for me in the player’s box.”, his fingers slowly wander over to intertwine them with yours, “A girlfriend who is always there for me, who I can always count on and who sometimes knows me better than I know myself.”, finally he lifts his head to look at you with a shy but loving smile, “I don’t think I could have done it without you.”

You have been very emotional the whole weekend: his second slam final, so much work and so much pressure, the relief and happiness after the win and all the love you have for this man right in front of you, who just casually dropped the cutest love confession ever. You can no longer hold back the tears now and two of them make their way down your cheeks.

Carlos quickly takes your face between his hands and wipes away the tears with his thumbs: “Oh hey hey, please don’t cry!”

You smile through the tears and softly shake your head: “You can’t say such beautiful things and expect me not to cry!”

Your boyfriend tilts his head from one side to the other without breaking the eye contact: “I’ve made my girlfriend cry two times in the last one and a half hour, and I think, I’ve seen you weep tears more than five times yesterday…“, his smile is a bit playful now, “Guess I’m a terrible boyfriend…”

You laugh because of his words and nod: “The worst, actually.”

For a moment you just look at each other before you lean forward to kiss Carlos.

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collegeishardbutwritingisharder · 2 years

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Yandere Leona Kingscholar x Little Brother Reader headcanons/short story(?)

Okay, I have actually two ideas for this one. Let's hope that I can make this understandable and well written.

Warnings: Yandere and probably OOC again. I'm not certain. Plus this ended up longer because of my ideas. Apologies.

Leona Kingscholar

There are two ways that being the little brother of Leona can go and it depends on your personality.

A: if your personality matches his own or B: if your personality is more like Cheka/Falena (I looked this up and was shocked. His name is with an l, not an r).

Let's start with situation A.

When you were younger, like Leona, you weren't given much positive attention.

Normally what would happen during your infant years, nobody would come to tend to you. You would be thirsty, hungry and dirty for hours before your crying got onto people's nerves that they would give you what you wanted.

This led to you being a lot more irritable and naturally more aggressive towards others. Especially when your teen years hit.

You've become more brutish, people are naturally afraid of you and in all honesty, you don't really care.

You might be at the bottom of the family line but you're given respect by the strength that you display.

Despite you being four years younger than Leona, there have been multiple times where you were able to fight against Falena and Leona together and ended up winning the fight.

There have been whispers going around the palace that your parents were planning to appoint you general of a fleet in the army.

Your magic was also nothing to turn a blind eye to.

"Survival of the Fittest" drains the energy of your opponent(s), leaving a heaving, weak mess on the floor. It takes about two hours before you can use it again but if it's carefully timed, it can be a game changer.

But that's enough backstory, now, when you get to NRC, you're immediately put into Savanaclaw with your brother as your dorm leader.

"Great, I'm stuck with you. Make sure you don't drag down the dorm with you."

"I wasn't planning on it. I'm not you after all."

Yeah, your relationship with your brothers has always been quite strained, considering how much raw talent you truly had.

Your time at NRC was pretty decent. You actually were able to make friends who weren't completely scared of you. That might have been for the fact that they had no idea who you truly were.

"Yo! (Y/N)! Over here!"

I turned my head to see Ace, Deuce, Yuu and Grim sitting by an apple tree. Ace was waving like a mad man trying to get my attention. I felt a slight smile appear on my face while I jogged over.

"Hey. What's going on?"

"We're trying to figure out all of the weird happenings with the injuries. They don't appear to be normal" Yuu said, their face in their hands.

"Hmm, not normal accidents? Who have been the targets so far?"

"Mostly people that have a high chance of being good in the Spelldrive tournament."

"Which dorms?"

"All of them. Well, except for Savanaclaw and Diasomnia it seems."

I gave it some thought before a terrifying thought crossed my mind. I remember Leona casually mentioning a certain hyena's unique magic.

"Ruggie Bucchi."

"Hah!?"

"What?!"

"Pardon me?"

"Ruggie Bucchi. Second year member of Savanaclaw. He is the person that you should inspect."

The trio looked at themselves before giving me a smile.

"Thanks for the help, (Y/N)! We owe you one! Now, let's go get Dorm leader Rosehearts and catch this punk!"

"Not a problem."

The trio then ran away from you to go check out where Ruggie was.

You personally couldn't believe how low your brother sunk. Cheating by injuring others just to win at Spelldrive. You needed to have a talk with him.

Making your way to the botanical garden, knowing that Leona was most likely sleeping there.

You searched for him. You didn't find his body but you did find his tail.

You yanked his tail as hard as you could, effectively waking him up.

"You've got a death wish, do you know that?"

"Yeah, I've had a death wish since I was born. Now, you and I are going to have a talk about your cheating."

"What 'cheating'?"

Leona put air quotes around cheating, taunting you with a smirk. He always like to play dumb with you.

"You're sending Ruggie out to harm those who might pose a threat to Savanaclaw winning the Spelldrive tournament."

"Oh yeah? What proof do you have of us doing that?"

"It's called growing up with you. You've always cheated your way to things when you realized that nobody cares how much effort you put in."

Leona's smirk fell. He seems to forget that I've lived with him for years. Next thing that I knew, we were fighting once again, crushing plants and ruining projects.

"You're too self righteous for a first year, (Y/N)."

"And you're too selfish to be a decent dorm leader."

I successfully kicked him off of me, sending him flying against one of the plant walls, getting to my feet.

"Your desire to win will be your downfall, brother. You-"

I felt something hit my head before falling unconscious. How did I let someone sneak up on me?

When you came to, you were back in your dorm room.

Your dorm mates were there as well but they seemed to be more on edge and aggressive towards you.

They forced you down on the bed, telling you that you were under room arrest until the Spelldrive tournament was over.

Of course, you started kicking and punching to get to your door, to prevent something awful from happening but sadly, you can only do so much when you're without your mage stone.

So, you waited under dorm arrest until the tournament was over.

When night fell, your dorm mates came back looking as if they were kicked puppies and you asked teasingly how it went.

They talked about everything: Leona's overblot, all of the dorms' rage and how Diasomnia thoroughly kicked our butts.

They also didn't complain when you left your room to go find Leona. But you also weren't expecting to run into Cheka either.

"Unca (Y/N)!"

Cheka ran up to me and jumped into my arms and I gave him a little spin.

"Hey there, kiddo. Where's your father?"

"He's talking with Unca Leona right now! He also gave me permission to run around the building!"

"Ah, is that why you're without your retainers right now? You, my dear nephew, are going to be in so much trouble."

"Hehehehe~! I don't care!"

Cheka, the sunshine child, can lift anybody's mood. I quickly picked him up and put him on top of my shoulders.

"Let's go for a little run around Savanaclaw. Does that sound like fun?"

"Yeah!"

After about two hours of running around Savanclaw, Falena and Leona found both of you playing on the outdoor gym equipment.

Falena said his hellos before collecting his son and leaving Savanaclaw. Cheka gave his goodbye kisses before leaving you and Leona outside alone.

"Were you going to tell me what happened?"

Leona just stayed silent, not wanting to admit his failure.

"Ever the prideful one, aren't you, Leona? You don't have to share the story, my dorm mates already told me everything."

"Those cowards..."

I kept staring at Leona in amusement until he looked over at me. He seemed to have... regrets? I've never seen him look so regretful before.

"Well, you seemed to be tormenting yourself over it enough. I won't put more salt into your wound. Good night, Leona."

I started to make my way back to my dorm before Leona grabbed my wrist out of nowhere. I stopped in my tracks, trying to figure out what Leona wanted.

"Why are you happy?"

"Huh? Repeat that please?"

"I said, why are you happy!? You've been treated worse than I have in my life and yet, you seemed to be more or less satisfied with what you've been given! So, why!?"

Leona had some tears pricking his eyes which really threw me off. Regret looked weird enough, now, he's close to crying.

"I-I don't know! Maybe because I'm not trying to chase a fantasy!"

"I'm not chasing a fantasy!"

"Yes, you are! You've been chasing a fantasy the moment you've been born! You can't be king, Leona!"

Leona just froze when I yelled that out. I started to regret shouting that. Nobody has really just told him upfront that he can't do something. Normally, people beat around the bush and that was it. I could see the anger welling up in Leona. My nerves started setting alarms off. He just had an overblot. He's already had an emotional outburst, what would happen if I pushed too hard again?

Leona only tightened his grip around my wrist and I felt my bones start to bend. I immediately tried to get my wrist free but I wasn't succeeding. The bone snapped and I let out a yelp of pain. I wasn't used to this.

"If I can't be happy, then you can't be happy either."

Once again, I felt my world go black. What is with me and getting knocked out easily!?

When you came back again, you thought that you were going to be back in your dorm but instead, you were in a room that you weren't familiar with.

You could tell that you were back home in the Sunset Savana but where exactly? You couldn't tell.

The room was pretty small. The bed takes up a corner of the room and there is a desk, a dresser and two doors.

Getting up, you check the desk to find writing utensils and books. The dresser had your clothes in it. The first door was locked, which you guessed was the exit because the other door led to the bathroom.

Going back to the first door, you tried to break it down but you learned quickly that it was metal that only looked like wood. The painters did a good job.

Deciding that the best option was to wait for Leona to come and let you out. You didn't realize how long it would feel like. Without a clock and no real forms of entertainment, you had no idea how long you've been in the room for.

Finally, after what felt like ages, Leona came through the door and you immediately started asking and demanding things from him. Mostly answers.

He answered nothing. Just telling you that this would be where you live for the rest of your life and that you should be grateful for it. You just rolled your eyes.

Leona had to be joking. You knew that he had to be joking. Heck, he even had rules for this. That's how much he planned this awful joke.

You tried to get up and get past Leona to go through the door when you felt a searing pain in your neck.

Leona then dragged you back to the bed, letting you recover from the pain.

"WHAT WAS THAT?!"

"Obviously, you weren't listening to me when I told you you can't leave."

"WELL, YEAH! LOCKING YOUR BROTHER UP IS JUST INSANE!"

"Then let me make this clearer, you're going to listen to me because you're my little brother."

"You're actually insane. I should've known the moment that you started tearing up."

"If I'm insane, I'm going to drag you down with me."

And that's where I'm going to leave that half. I honestly might write better stories for the brothers but for now, short stories!

Now, onto part B if you're still here after that mess:

Your upbringing is very similar to part A as in you were neglected but instead of being angry about it, you found solace elsewhere.

Despite being a lion beast man, you felt no need to actually hunt or just attack in general.

You were very kind, even to those who were mean and snickered mean words behind your back.

Thanks to your helpful nature and overall kindness, you quickly became the staff's favorite prince and since you couldn't stand the suffering of others, you used the riches that were given at birth to help those who are less fortunate.

You were an icon to those who grew up in the slums of the Sunset Savana.

Falena was proud of you while Leona resented you for your nature.

You tried many times to improve Leona's life by giving him a shoulder to lean on or an ear to listen but he wanted nothing to do with you.

Now, you might be thinking that you're going to go to RSA. That's actually not the case. You were invited to go to NRC because of your unique magic.

While most unique magics fit the owner, yours was close to the opposite.

"Obey Me" would force whoever you had in your sights to obey your every word. (It's sort of like Snake Whisper but for the fact that nobody can dodge it unless they are out of your sight.) Magic coils around your arms and drains at a decent pace, telling you how much time you have left and if you use all of your magic on it, you end up K.O.ing yourself.

You were quite nervous for your first day at NRC. You stepped up to the mirror and it told you that you belong to Octavinelle.

"Welcome! We're happy to have you join our dorm!" Azul Ashengrotto, your new dorm leader, said, spreading his arms open.

"Pleasure to be a part of it."

"Ehhh~ You're supposed to be with us~? How weird~"

"Hehehehe, I'm certain that you'll spice our dorm up no problem, (Y/N)."

I took a deep breath and quickly swallowed the ever growing ball of saliva that was growing in the back of my throat. The looks of the dorm leader and these twins were putting me on edge.

I turned my head to look at my brother just to see him trying to fall asleep in his chair. Ah, Leona, will you ever change?

Octavinelle was actually a decent choice for you!

You may not have agreed with how Azul chose to handle his 'benevolence' but he didn't stop you from showing yours.

You were quickly declared an Octavinelle treasure by the dorm members for the fact that you were always willing to help and sacrifice anything, just to make another's life easier.

It wasn't as if you were hurting from it either. You knew how to balance your life from the time that you started to help those who were less unfortunate than yourself.

Being a part of Octavinelle also didn't stop you from going over to Savanaclaw (Much to Azul's dismay) to see your brother.

You and Ruggie became close friends due to the fact that you were actually someone who Ruggie has looked up to for the past few years of his life and also with the fact that you're willing to help him wrangle Leona when he refuses to go to class.

"Thanks again for helping me find Leona again, (Y/N). He's actually starting to put effort into finding hiding places around campus."

"It's not a problem, Ruggie. He's probably doing it so that he doesn't have to deal with me nagging him over and over again to go to class."

"Yeah, LEONA! WHERE ARE YOU?!"

"LEONA! YOU'RE NEEDED!"

Ruggie and I ended up finding Leona in one of the pockets that were in Heartslabyul's rose maze.

"How did Riddle let him in?"

"Bold of you to assume that he asked permission."

I moved towards Leona after picking a rose from the nearest bush. I held it close to his nose and started lightly shaking it.

Leona's nose started to twitch and eventually, he had an explosive sneeze which woke him up. He looked at Ruggie and I before he tackled me to the ground.

"You have a lot of guts to wake me up in such a way."

"Well, I needed to get creative considering you have class and also with the fact that you said and I quote, "If you touch me to wake me up again, you'll lose your arms"."

Leona's glare sharpened and his grip on my arms tightened to the point where bruises were going to form. After about ten seconds of a stare down, Leona loosened up before just collapsing down onto me.

"Leona, what are you doing?"

"Shut up. For waking me up in that manner, you're now my pillow for the rest of the day."

"Leona, you have class."

"Shut it."

"He's in one of his moods again. Ruggie, you can go. He won't be getting up now."

"Are you sure, (Y/N)?"

"Yeah, I'll watch over him."

"Didn't I tell both of you to shut it?"

Ruggie then closed his mouth before running off into the maze once again. I lightly waved at him before directing my attention back to my brother. Leona, you're always going to be a handful, aren't you?

Thankfully, being Leona's pillow wasn't much of a punishment to you anymore. He used to do it when you were smaller and in a bad mood.

You made sure to see Leona at least once a day to make sure that he wasn't causing too much trouble for Ruggie or just to make sure that he was doing okay.

But life got horribly in the way for one week. Azul needed a server to work certain hours for an entire week and you were the only person whose classes didn't clash with that schedule. Azul was very close to begging you to take the position, promising you plenty of things that you didn't need.

"Please, (Y/N)! There is no telling what will happen to the Mostro Lounge! I'll give you plenty of pay, study guides, anything!"

Azul was really panicked. I've never seen him this wound up before. I put my hand slightly in front of me to get him to stop rambling. Thankfully, it seemed to have worked.

"I'm willing to do your hours. You don't have to get me anything though."

Azul seemed shocked by my answer. I honestly thought that his eyes were going to pop out of his skull.

"Y-y-you're serious?! You're just willing to work?!"

"Yes! Of course! You're my dorm leader after all! I'm just happy that I'll be able to assist you."

Thus started one of the busiest weeks of your life.

You were working at the Mostro Lounge any time that you weren't in class. Thankfully, during the five minute breaks that you were given, you were able to finish your homework for your classes.

Azul was very thankful for your efforts. Ever since you started serving, it seemed that more and more customers came to the lounge. You just had that charisma about you.

When the week of just pure working was done, you just nearly collapsed on your bed and nearly passed out. You were actually going to do that if it wasn't for a knock on your door.

Letting out a groan of protest, you head over to the door and open it to see Ruggie standing there, looking worse for wear.

"Ruggie? What happened? Why do you look as if you've been sent to the netherworld and were forced to crawl your way back by yourself?"

"Leona. He's been running the entire dorm ragged for the past three days. Please! Come and try to talk some sense into him!"

Ruggie had the same desperation that Azul had at the start of the week. Leona was actually enforcing his rule over his dorm? What has gotten into him?

"Okay, let me just quickly get changed out of my uniform."

"Thank you, (Y/N)!"

You've never seen Savanaclaw in a worse condition before.

Sure, it was a savanna but there weren't even living trees anymore! Everything seemed to have lost life and was just getting worse by the second.

Ruggie was quick to try and get me to Leona. All of the Savanaclaw dorm members seemed to be really hungry and miserable. Even Jack was looking insanely tired. When you came into their line of view, they immediately perked up, like you were some sort of savior.

Ruggie basically pushed you into Leona's room before closing the door behind you, leaving you with your older brother.

Leona also looked quite different. No longer did he really give off lazy, apathetic vibes. He seemed to have an air about him that made your tail go between your legs.

Another surprising thing was the fact that Leona wasn't lying on his bed, instead he was standing and looking out his window. He then turned his head towards you and his eyes scared you.

His eyes were completely void of any strong emotion. It's like someone just drained Leona of who he is.

"Where were you."

Leona's voice reminded me of our father whenever one of us would disobey him. He was angry and an angry Leona was never a good sign.

"I was busy at the Mostro Lounge and my classes."

"Why."

"W-well, Azul asked for my he-"

"Grrr, that cephalopunk... Next time, he asks you for help, you're going to say no."

"Pardon me?"

"I know that you heard me."

I haven't seen Leona like this in a while. He's actually acting like a king.

"You do understand that Azul is my dorm leader, right?"

"And if he makes a mistake that only you can fix, just let him struggle to fix it himself."

"I can't do that with a good conscience."

"That's why as your older brother, I'm ordering you to never help that cephalopunk again."

"Wow, you're acting a lot like Falena right now."

"Zip it. I've already contacted Crowley and got his tail into high gear. Starting tomorrow, you're going to be a part of Savanaclaw."

"What?! You can't do that!"

"I already have. This is so I can keep a closer eye on you and who you hang out with. You're my little brother after all. It's my job to protect you."

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0nlythrowharrybeaux · 1 year

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Halftime**

I saw the pictures and I had an idea...so here's a quick little one shot in which Y/N is very horny for her boyfriend but Harry is really wrapped up in the Brazil vs. South Korea match.

(I hate to toot my own horn but I think this is some of my best work yet 😮‍💨)

Warnings: masturbation, spoiled orgasm, CNC!, rough/forceful sex, mean Harry, unprotected sex, degradation & dumbification,

WC: 3.1K

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Y/N had been able to take a few weeks vacation (after saving all of her vacation time) and was able to join Harry for his latin America leg of tour. She had been having a blast at the shows, she’d been to plenty of his shows and they were all impressive, but seeing him playing stadiums of that sheer magnitude all on his own made her feel so proud of him. It had just been a phenomenal experience. Harry was also very happy to be able to bring his girlfriend along, she was a working girl and they rarely got this much time together. However now the world cup was in full swing and Harry was suddenly very invested. It was amusing to her because never once had he ever talked to her about soccer in the years they had known each other. He watched if his friends or cousins did but he didn’t follow any teams or care to know about the players, their stats, and drafts like he did for American football - he would even bet on American football and would win a lot because that was a sport that he cared about and knew surprisingly well - but like tons of other bandwagonners out there he suddenly gave a shit about soccer because it was the world cup. But this meant that he had been ditching her to watch the matches.

At first she didn’t really care, but now it was getting out of hand. Their time like this was limited and it was a bit annoying that once this tournament was all over he would go back to not giving a flying fuck about soccer, like many people, and their time together would have been completely wasted. Maybe it was bothering her so much because she was ovulating and was inconsolably horny, Harry had read but hadn’t answered any of her texts asking him to come back to the room and for the third time on this trip she was panting as she pulled her vibrator away from her sopping center. Her pussy was pulsing steadily as she came down from her orgasm, but it wasn’t enough - not in the slightest. She was aching for more and despite the sensitivity she was sure to feel she moaned quietly as she pressed the tip of the silicone vibrator to her clit again, swirling it around to create more friction. Her legs fell open even wider as she thrust up against it, getting there even faster than before.

“Mmmmm, fuck!” She gasped as the vibrations started to fulfill their purpose. Her toes curled and her stomach muscles flexed up as her mouth dropped open in a silent cry as she started to unravel again, “Oh shit!” She whimpered quietly as the waves of pleasure rippled through her entire body, giving her the chills as she worked her way through it all. It was good, but it could be better, so much better. She needed to get stretched and filled up and she hummed in satisfaction as she dragged the vibrator down to her entrance and bit her lip as she teased her entrance with it, the vibrations tickled her in the best way as she coaxed her needy, little hole open for it, but it wasn’t the same…she didn’t want to come again like this. She wanted Harry’s dick, it was bigger than this vibrator, thicker and longer and it reached the parts of her that ached for a pounding. She huffed and shut it off before reaching for her phone again and opened their texts in her state of frustration.

Baaaabeeeeeeee 😭 please come to the room I’m so horny for you. Need you. Been all wet and achey for you. Look.

Is what she typed out and sent it. Then she ran her fingers through her sticky and aroused folds and then dipped them right at her entrance where it was all being gathered and she snapped a picture of her fingers dripping with her arousal. How could he deny her when he saw that? He was just as much of a horn-ball as she was, if not worse, so there was no way he would resist this. She waited patiently and after about ten minutes she checked her phone again and saw that he had read the message and she got upset and started to type again angrily.

You know what, nvm. I’m glad I had the foresight to bring my vibrator with me on this trip. Keep watching your game, I’m gonna go out. See you later.

Y/N was nearly boiling over with frustration, sexual and the regular kind. With an aggravated groan she grabbed her vibrator and rolled out of bed and headed to the bathroom to wash it properly. She then decided she would take a quick body shower to cool down before she headed off to explore.

*********

Harry had been completely consumed by the game, his friends and some crew members were around and he was having fun with everyone. Yeah, soccer was not a sport he really cared about but it was more entertaining with everyone else. When Y/N texted him the first few times it was just things like “come back”, “I’m bored”, and then a gif of Vanessa Hudgens singing “Baby Come Back to Me” and it made him chuckle and roll his eyes but then something happened in the game and he set his phone down. It was nearing halftime when she had sent a new message about her being horny and as he read over the message a picture came in and he swallowed thickly as he saw just how wet she was. They hadn’t had sex in a couple of days, he’d been a little jet lagged and worn out from prancing around the large stages he had been occupying. She had just sucked him off after that first night in Argentina, he had been at the stadium all day admittedly watching the game and he was exhausted, so after he came he quite literally knocked out. And now he had grown evidently hard in his shorts and he couldn’t stand up right now. These were thin running shorts he was in and there was nothing he could do to hide it. He also knew that there were fans stalking him at the hotel and taking photos so he didn’t want to do anything. He started typing out a message about giving him a bit to get over there but then the team they were rooting for got scored on and they started going off.

“Fuck…” he grumbled. That goal, on top of being fully hard and unable to do anything about it, plus dying of the obscene Brazilian heat outside had his mood souring quickly. And then his phone went off again and he groaned in irritation as he opened up yet another message from Y/N:

"You know what, nvm. I’m glad I had the foresight to bring my vibrator with me on this trip. Keep watching your game, I’m gonna go out. See you later."

Reading that made him even more upset. He was fuming mad at her insinuation that he cared more about this stupid game than what time they had together, it was one fucking game and he was hanging out with his friends and his crew. She was being a selfish brat and, it was about to be halftime so he knew he had at least fifteen minutes to set her straight. He decided to just grab the towel he intended on using at the gym and held it strategically as he stood with a huff.

“I’ll be back, I’m just gonna check on Y/N real quick.” He said to Pauli before heading off. He was walking fast with his head down, avoiding making eye contact with any potential fans or staff who would surely ask him for a picture or something. He was more than grateful that he was able to make it into the lift without anyone bugging him and he rode on up to their floor. She was in for something when he got up there.

********

Y/N’s shower had helped curb her horniness, but she was still upset and her feelings were a little bit hurt. She didn’t want to be grumpy so she needed to find something to do for fun, just for a few hours until she was properly cooled off. She reached for the fresh towel on the rack and wrapped her body up in it before stepping out and drying off her feet before sliding into her slippers and trudging out to the room where her suitcase was. She started looking through her clothes, pulling out a fresh pair of undies and bra to get on and then she picked a t-shirt and after debating, between two bottoms she chose a pair of denim shorts. She laid her outfit out on the bed neatly, just giving it a final look over when she heard the lock on the door beep before Harry barged in looking upset.

“Hey, what’s gotten into you?” She asked carefully as he came up to her and just pushed her face down into the bed and she gasped as his hands yanked the towel from around her and dropped it on the ground then she yelped as his heavy palm came down and smacked her ass hard. “So fucking impatient. Sending a picture like that knowing I am out in public!” He scolded her and smacked her ass hard again and she hissed, “Acting like a brat. Like I’ve got nothing else to do than roll around in bed with you all fucking day.” He seethed as he shoved his shorts down his legs. She first thought he was just playing at something, but he was actually upset at her and it made her feel confused.

“Wait. You’re mad at me when this whole time you’ve-”

“I don’t want to hear it, Y/N. You’re so fucking horny for my cock? Shut up and take it.” He growled lowly and she gasped as he grabbed her hips hard and lined his hard cock up with her pussy from behind. He didn’t warn her at all when he thrust into her hard in one fluid motion. His girth spread her open for him forcefully and finally, the ache she had been feeling for him was satisfied. She felt her legs tense up at the sheer force as he held himself inside, it was so deep it hurt a little bit but in the best way. In the way that only he could make it hurt, it mad her eyes screw shut and her jaw drop as he ground his hips against her, “Such a selfish and needy little slut.” He said as one of his hands left her hip and slid up her spine. She felt him grab her hair and she wasn’t ready for the pounding he was about to give her.

“Baby-”

“Don’t baby me.” He seethed as he drew back and then thrust back into her hard and he drew back out again and started pounding into her at a brutal pace as he pulled her hair back, stretching her neck out, “You act like you’re the only. Fucking. Person. That matters. In. The world.” He punctuated his words with harsh crippling thrusts, he was so fucking deep she was sure he was bruising her cervix and she just let out strangled cries. Despite his frustration with her, her tight walls were getting wetter for him and squeezing his aching cock in the most delicious way.

“Harry, y-you’re going really hard!” She whimpered out in a strangled cry and he groaned.

“You can take it.” He mumbled, “A greedy, little cock whore like you can take it. Or am I wrong?” He grunted as once again, the tip of his cock collided harshly into her cervix and she clawed at the sheets as she cried out an indescribable sound. Harry moaned at the warmth and tight fit of her pussy around his erection and he pulsed his hips steadily into the same spot, “Now you’re all out of words for me?” He questioned her mockingly as her eyes rolled back and she was paralyzed, this was too much. It was too much. She was struggling to breathe as he thrust into her but it felt so fucking good that she couldn’t even think. He had never been this rough and forceful with her and it completely ruined her, she was in a daze as he started to slow down his pace but kept fucking in until his balls would collide with her ass.

Harry had never been this rough or forceful with her and he wanted to keep going, but he grew slightly concerned at her lack of response, maybe she didn’t want to have sex anymore and he just…assumed she would still want to, “Do you want me to stop?” He asked her and she hummed and shook her head, “Are you OK?” He asked and she nodded.

“I just-I just…I can’t…Ohhhh!” she trailed off into a loud moan as he ground into her. He grinned as her back arched up and she fisted the sheets so hard her knuckles turned white. He bit his lip and groaned deep as the head of his cock rubbed into the softest and hottest part of her.

“Fuuuuck…” he hummed with a smile at the feeling coursing through his veins, “Fucked you stupid, brat? Is that it?” He taunted her as he started picking up the pace again and the irritation she felt at his patronizing was riling her up but oddly she didn’t want him to stop, “Answer me. Or are you too fucked out to speak? Hmmm?” He grinned again as she let out a soft whimper, “If you don’t answer me I’m gonna stop and you’re not going to come.” He warned and she hummed and grinned. If he wanted a brat, she’d be a brat. He started to pound into her relentlessly again, making her thighs quake, but she found her voice.

“W-what do I c-care. Already-” she swallowed thickly, “Came twice no fucking thanks t-to you.” She managed and he felt his anger flaring up inside of him once again and he pulled out of her and flipped her over. One of his large hands came down to her neck as he thrust back into her hard again, making her wince as he lowered his face to be over hers.

“Then why the fuck are you bothering me then, huh?” He asked as he started railing her into the mattress and she pouted, “Don’t pout at me, baby. You’re just being a pain in my ass.” He scolded her as he started squeezing tighter around her neck and her eyes fluttered shut. She was soaking his cock and even his balls felt sticky from how wet she was, “Just an annoying. Little. Attention whore.” He grunted. He felt her walls start to pulse around him and he grinned, “Halftime’s about to be over, have friends waiting for me. F’you wanna redeem yourself be a good girl for me and tighten up so that I can come.” He demanded and she bit her lip and tightened up her pelvic floor, causing her walls to squeeze around his bare cock deliciously, “Fuck, that’s it baby. So fucking good for me.” He praised her, “Love your tight little cunt, always makes me come so hard.” He panted and she moaned how she could with her restricted airflow. Her vision was getting spotty and she was starting to struggle a bit. He was close, she could feel it.

“Come inside me.” She breathed out and he groaned as he leaned down and kissed her ardently, releasing some of the pressure around her throat and she inhaled deeply when he parted from her lips. His blown out eyes met her own teary ones.

“Yeah, want me to fill you up with my cum?” He asked mockingly, “Not just my personal little groupie, but also my little cum slut?” He panted and she moaned again as she bucked her hips up against his own, meeting his thrusts, “Fuck, I’m gonna come!” He groaned as he picked up his pace, chasing his orgasm. His thrusts were all over the place but she was still so fucking close, “Got such a big load for you, baby girl.”

“Mmmm. Give it to me.” She moaned seductively and he grinned as he thrust into her a few more times before his eyes closed and his jaw dropped as he groaned, brows creased deep as he started to shoot his thick, milky ropes of sperm deep into her pussy. “Fuck…” she giggled breathily, “I can feel it.” She panted as he snaked a hand down in between them and rubbed at her clit, which made her arch her back as he thrust in a couple more times, looking down between them to see his cum start to leak out of her entrance and suddenly he pulled out and removed his hand from her and she huffed in protest. But then she saw him start to bend over and she smiled as she settled into the mattress, lip between her teeth, itching to feel the first lick of his tongue on her pussy and she even opened her legs a bit wider, she was so ready to come for him. But then she felt an odd tickle on her shin and she sat up on her elbows to see the towel in his hand as he wiped off his half-hard cock before he just dropped the damp towel over her hips, “Clean yourself up before you make a mess of the bed.” He said as he then reached down to slip his legs into his shorts and she frowned.

“Wait, baby but what about-”

“Your orgasm? You already came twice, right? No thanks to me?” He asked in a snippy tone as he slid his bare feet into his vans haphazardly and she pouted.

“Harry, what the fuck?” She asked, fully offended and he leaned down and grabbed her face in his large hands and quickly smushed his lips into hers.

“Gotta go, s’three minutes until halftime’s over.” He said lowly, “Fix your fucking attitude by the time I come back and maybe then I’ll make you come.” He mumbled against her lips before he headed to the door, “And use that fucking vibrator one more time and I won’t make you come until the day you leave!” He called back before the heavy thud of the door closing resounded through the room and she fell back onto the bed boiling over in anger. She wasn’t even sure how long she was laying there, but she reached for her phone near the top of the bed and opened up her instagram and immediately scoffed at the first picture on her explore page. Harry all chipper greeting some fans, after what he’d just put her through?

“That petty little son of a bitch…” she whispered spitefully.

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hangmox · 1 year

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HangMox: An Audience of One

Warning: This is a very erratic essay about a feud that means a lot to me, personally. Posting to a sideblog because I’m trying to keep it clean and separate.

Word Count: 8.6k. A doozy. Please understand that I speak on Hangman and Moxley from their first moments in AEW, and I even provide a bit of background from before. Their feud did not start, for me, at the end of September 2022. This is a story that starts from the very first PPV.

Writer’s Note: This has not been revised. If you are a newer fan of AEW, this will help you to understand both mens’ journeys up until this point, and it also helps to express and tie in some ideas and concepts I have for them about blood, beer, and speaking their truths. I hope it makes sense!

After five years of watching weekly WWE television and Pay-Per-Views, my husband and I could not take it any longer. We were looking for an alternative. On May 25th, 2019, we found it, in the form of All Elite Wrestling: Double or Nothing.

It wasn’t the flashiest show we’d ever seen - there were a couple lulls in the show where it felt like the timing was off, the crowd wasn’t as energetic - but we knew why. This was a brand new product, the start of something new for a set of independent wrestlers that we’d heard about very rarely, but enough to maybe know some of their names. In the summer of 2018, I had took it upon myself in the wee hours of the morning, after my grueling 10-hr night shifts at the local chicken plant, to experience life outside of WWE for the first time in the form of New Japan Pro Wrestling’s G1 Climax. This is where I learned that wrestling could be quick, energetic, and still somehow feel like every fist, every high spot, could hurt viscerally. And it is here where I saw Hangman Adam Page on my screen for the very first time.

I was deep into my Red Dead Redemption era in 2018, and this guy hit all the boxes. He was handsome, he was funny, he could actually fucking wrestle, he was a cowboy, and most importantly, he was telling me a story. The known muscle of the Bullet Club and member of the Elite, this was the guy who was looking to prove he was more than just the guy who took the pins so his comrades wouldn’t. He was looking to win the damn thing. But that wasn’t all it was about - no, he had found a way to weave another thread into this tournament: he was going to pull the REAL Kazuchika Okada out of whatever hole he’d been hiding in. He was going to pull the Rainmaker out.

You see, Okada had just lost his IWGP world heavyweight title to Hangman’s friend and Bullet Club leader, Kenny Omega, and his life had taken somewhat of a comically downward spiral. He dyed his hair clown red, he walked out to his entrance music with shapeable balloons. At the time, we took to calling him the “Balloonmaker.” He walked out with a smile on his face, to hide the sorrow of his failure. But this wasn’t the guy Hangman was expecting to wrestle in his block of the round-robin tournament. No, he was going to make sure that if he beat Okada, one of the most legendary wrestlers in the history of the company, he was going to beat the BEST version of him. And if he lost? Well, at least he gave it his all against the best. The problem with New Japan, however, was the unbelievable amount of hours we would have to dedicate to the product. I think I ended up watching five full days of the G1 Climax, out of a possible 20 or so.

Around the time that Hangman took on the grueling month-long tournament against some of New Japan’s finest, another wrestler was making his re-debut on WWE television. After an elbow injury and a terrifying staph infection that nearly killed him, Dean Ambrose was back on Monday Night Raw, alongside his friend and enemy, Seth freakin’ Rollins. But this wasn’t the same Dean Ambrose we had witnessed for the past couple years, the hyperactive little shit that wouldn’t stay down, no, this was prison-break Ambrose. He came back swole and with a mean mugging look that would make a bulldog cry. This was it, everyone thought, we’re gonna get the heel turn of a lifetime.

Only, it wasn’t exactly what we expected. First off, it was late, and at the heels of an announcement that turned WWE on its head - Roman Reigns was taking time off for his 2nd battle with leukemia, and Ambrose chose now to turn on Seth Rollins. Maybe if the motive had made a little more sense, it would’ve been enough. After all, Rollins and Ambrose had a long, storied history together - if Ambrose could just explain why now, maybe I could be on his side. I wanted to be on his side. The WWE put out one of those documentaries for Dean that followed him for months, throughout his time out on injury, and then his subsequent return. We got backstage moments with him where he divulged his feelings, seemingly telling us what was going on in his head. And yet - nothing. It never truly felt like he had told us WHY. Now, years later, I’ve read Mox’s book, and I know how he felt about the whole thing, so I know he was just as frustrated as I was, if not more (definitely more, actually).

So Ambrose left the company, and my husband and I dropped the WWE. I don’t know if it was coincidence or fate, but there’s going to be a lot of that comin’ around in this story. Ambrose wasn’t even my favorite - Sami Zayn is my WWE favorite. But something about the way it all went down with Ambrose, and also largely in part the way that WWE treated Sami Zayn, is what finally made us break our ties.

Almost immediately after Dean Ambrose left WWE and cashed in his chips, a video dropped on his largely unused twitter account: a video of Jon Moxley breaking out of jail, with a shot of the numbers 5 & 25 found in the video - which just so happened to be the month and day of the first Double or Nothing AEW Pay-Per-View.

I would love to say that I was anticipating that day, but to be honest, I completely forgot about it until the day of, when my husband dragged me downstairs to the living room to figure out how to buy our very first pay-per-view on cable television, about five minutes before the buy-in aired.

But once I saw that precious cowboy come out as the Joker in the first ever Casino Battle Royal, I was hooked. I turned to my husband, pointing at Hangman on my screen. “That’s the guy we saw in the G1 last year! He’s in the Bullet Club!”

He smiled at the screen, knowing it was too late. I had found my favorite.

Hangman won the battle royal, earning him the first shot at the inugural AEW world championship at the next Pay-Per-View. Who he was slated to go up against, though, depended on the outcome of the Double or Nothing main event: the Alpha, Chris Jericho, versus Kenny Omega.

“Do you think Mox will show up?” I asked my partner, my entire body tense with anticipation.

He shook his head. “I wouldn’t get your hopes up. If he doesn’t show up, it’ll ruin it for you.”

“He’s showing up,” I insisted, “I’m like 99% certain he will.” I’ve never been one to make guarantees, but this was as close to one as I could manage. I could feel it in my soul, and I was dying to see Mox live up to his potential.

I was bouncing off the couch when I saw Mox stalking through the crowd and into the ring. My adrenaline was pumping and I thought it was the best way to end their first PPV. My husband and I turned to look at each other - yep, this was enough. This was definitely enough to intrigue us.

I would spend the summer of 2019 watching everything I could about AEW - I finally got into Being the Elite, I watched the summer events, and I searched Hangman’s name on youtube as much as I could to get more of a semblance of his character. He was now important to me, and I was determined to understand him as best as I could. Through this, I met and connected with brand new friends, as well as dragged my WWE friends into it as much as I could.

One friend in particular was an EXTREMELY avid Mox fan. Even in his Ambrose days, they spoke about the old CZW Moxley often, and so I had an idea of what this new and improved version would probably be like. I also found myself a friend that had been following Hangman Page for the past few years and knew substantially more about him than I ever could. With them and a couple other new friends I found that also adored Hangman, we became a tiny little stable of our own.

And so, the brainstorming began.

Before All Out 2019 even happened, I had posed the question to my friends: “What do we think about Hangman and Mox? Wouldn’t that be a badass combination?”

The noted Mox fan and the seasoned Hangman vet were the first ones to perk up. The Mox fan agreed immediately, and the Hangman vet said they had already started working on an idea to bring them together a couple days after Double or Nothing, when Mox had done his interview with Chris Jericho on his Talk is Jericho podcast.

“Hold on a minute - a podcast?” I asked, curious.

Enthusiastically, they told me that Jericho had asked Mox who he’d like to get in the ring with now that he was in a new promotion. Hangman’s name had been the first out of his mouth, said nonchalantly, very much like it wasn’t a big deal and Mox was just naming names to name them. But it was too late - this was now my obsession.

Three episodes into AEW Dynamite, we got our very first chance to see them in action together. The two loners, Pac and Moxley, were taking on the team of Hangman and Kenny. This team was brand new at the time, both having suffered major losses at All Out - Kenny had submitted to Pac, and Hangman had lost his shot at the inaugural title to Chris Jericho in the main event. The tag match made sense - for the most part. Mox had gone for the biggest fish in AEW at the end of Double or Nothing, giving Kenny Omega a Paradigm Shift that got the entire wrestling world talking. Pac and Hangman had beef that started in the early days of the promotion, the story told almost entirely through Being the Elite at the time. Kenny had just lost to Pac. And yet…there was no motivation here for Hangman and Mox to be across the ring from each other. The lack of a story between them was louder than all the other storytelling here combined. Perhaps, I told myself, this was a story in itself.

No worries, though. We were about to see just how much chemistry these two had. This would be the first step in gauging what a potential feud or even partnership could be like. We were absolutely shivering with anticipation.

Hangman spent most of his own time in the match trying to get the drop on Pac. The first moment he was in the ring with Mox, he practically paid him no mind until he had Pac dead on the floor. Before the match was done, they’d interacted maybe twice as legal men in the ring, and once when everyone was on the outside. At one point, Mox had Hangman in a gorgeous Texas cloverleaf submission, which was quickly stopped by Kenny. Another point in the match, Hangman tried to give Mox a buckshot lariat that Mox ducked. Almost immediately, Mox ate a clothesline from Hangman akin to an Okada Rainmaker finisher, and it was fucking beautiful.

It was clear to me, from the grand total of about two and a half minutes that they spent in the ring together, that they were an elegant match.

Four months passed by.

Hangman went on a downward spiral, leaving the Elite but choosing still to tag with Kenny. He started to drink, courtesy of those silly little guys, Private Party. This ain’t water, indeed. By the time Revolution 2020 came around, Hangman was on a trajectory to meet his former best friends, the Young Bucks, in a tag team championship match, and Jon Moxley was slated as contender to Chris Jericho’s AEW world championship in the main event.

And well, let’s just say, the better story won the night, even if Jon Moxley closed the show.

Hangman walked out of his match a winner, his tag title still in one hand and a beer in the other, with Kenny Omega at his side.

Jon Moxley, newly won championship belt on his shoulder, excitement still pumping blood in his ears, would go on to say it felt like it was “beer o’clock.”

An awkward pause.

What? I thought.

The camera panned to the crowd.

Mox was smiling, tongue sticking out like a panting dog, looking somewhat towards the go-position.

No, could he be…? There was no way. I couldn’t believe it. Was Hangman Page about to show up right now?

Whoever was in production scrambled to put a stop to this. Mox’s music hit.

“Hey, what the fuck?” said the newly crowned world heavyweight champion.

Hold on. Were they…Oscaring him off the stage? Is that what was happening in this moment? Say ‘sike’ right now.

My hands were on my mouth.

Let’s just say that for the rest of the five hours that I stayed awake after this show, unable to sleep due to the sheer adrenaline running through my veins, me and the gang were viciously wondering what the fuck that was about. Maybe Hangman was supposed to come out? But how does that make sense when he and Kenny just retained their titles? Why would he go for the championship again so soon? But it makes sense for him to want it. That’s the title that he promised he would win on day one of the company.

But we didn’t get an answer.

Whether that was because of the pandemic that shut down the entire world for the foreseeable future a week and half later, or because that was just genuinely something that meant absolutely nothing, we’ll never know. Truly, we will NEVER know. Unless one of us ever has the guts to ask Mox about it. Until then, “beer o’clock” + awkward pause + staring at the go-position + Mox theme + “hey what the fuck” will likely haunt me for the rest of my life. Thanks, Jonathan.

Lots of things changed during this time. Hangman’s rocky relationship with the Bucks came back to a head again before All Out 2020, during a tag gauntlet match that would reveal the first contenders for Hangman and Kenny’s championships at the Pay-Per-View. It was down to the Young Bucks and FTR. See, FTR had come in at the beginning of the summer, and they ended up making friends with Hangman. Hangman was there when they signed their contracts, with a brand new bottle of whiskey in hand. They bonded over drinks. But they weren’t so friendly with the Bucks and Kenny, which obviously caused a lot of problems. By the time that gauntlet came around, FTR had Hangman convinced that if the Bucks won the gauntlet, Hangman would regret it. They worked him with his own insecurities. They just wanted a friendly bout with him, they said. He’d already had one with the Bucks, so wouldn’t it be fun to have a match with FTR this time?

So Hangman cheated, costing the Bucks the match. A few moments later, Hangman brooding over what he’d done in the Daily’s Place bar, the Bucks kicked him officially out of the Elite, throwing a drink in his face.

He and Kenny would go on to lose the tag titles at All Out to FTR. He would lose his tag partner in the process. He would fight him at the next PPV in singles competition for contendership of Moxley’s heavyweight championship. He would drop to the ground, land flat on his face, losing this first opportunity to fight Moxley to his own partner.

A microphone blast to the head. Blood gushing from the middle of Jon’s forehead (a sight well known to the AEW fans). V-Trigger. V-Trigger. V-Trigger. V-Trigger. Pull him in. One Winged Angel.

One. Two. Three.

That was how Jon Moxley lost his AEW world heavyweight championship to Kenny Omega. An absolute steal. A few weeks prior, at Full Gear, the Young Bucks beat FTR for the tag team championships.

Months and months go by. Hangman finds solace in the Dark Order, and the Dark Order finds solace in him in return. They bring each other back up, from sorrows greater than we could even imagine. The loss of their leader, their friend, their Exalted One. Our Brodie Lee. Though Hangman would deny them on separate occasions, eventually he would understand that friends don’t let friends do battle alone. And whether he joined them as a group or not, it wouldn’t matter. They would keep Brodie Lee’s offer and promise that he made to Hangman the year before, when he left the Elite. They would never leave him alone.

Mox would continue his quest to retrieve the title, challenging Kenny at Revolution 2021 in an exploding barbed wire deathmatch that would end…not precisely as intended. However, much like Hangman, he would find that he was not alone. He would find someone to watch his back, in the form of an old friend and foe, Eddie Kingston. They would challenge the Bucks - now firmly planted once again at Kenny’s side - for the tag team championships at Double or Nothing 2021. This, much like his shot at the world title, would be for naught.

In the summer of 2021, the Dark Order would prove worthy allies in the ring to Hangman, when they challenged Kenny and the Young Bucks to a multi-man tag, with the stipulation that if they were able to eliminate each member of the Elite, Hangman would get his shot at Kenny’s title, and they would receive a shot at the Young Bucks.

Now, I’ll be honest - I don’t remember what Mox was doing at the time, so I had to look this up. Uhh, he spent a lot of time on AEW Dark. But the match that stood out the most to me during this time was a Texas Deathmatch with Lance Archer…which he lost. And with it, his IWGP US championship.

So Hangman and the Dark Order are unsuccessful. They beg him to keep trying, but at around this time, Hangman decides that he needs some space. He comes up to the ring at Daily’s Place, the first Homecoming show since AEW’s two month long tour away (when the entire world decided that the pandemic was finally over). Tony Schiavone is with him, and it seems like maybe Hangman is going to tell the crowd that he’s gonna take some time to himself or let some things off his chest, when the Elite show up. At one point he tells Hangman that perhaps maybe he would consider allowing Hangman to come back to the Elite - upon which a young woman in the crowd in a cowboy hat and a teal bandana yells, “Never!” (me). Yes, I got to watch live as the Elite beat Hangman down and the Dark Order could only stand back and watch.

…This would be the last time we see Hangman for two months.

While he’s gone, though, Jon Moxley brings up his name, in a backstage promo where he calls out the newcomers. At this time, AEW was seeing a surge of new talent entering its ranks - people like Daniel Garcia, Malakai Black, CM Punk. Mox questions whether this talent thinks that it’s easy to be at the top here - Kenny has an entire entourage surrounding him at all times just to keep the title around his waist, and Hangman can’t “get over his high school drama, BTE emo bullcrap long enough to get the job done.” He says that Hangman “ain’t no cowboy,” and he could “drink his ass under the table.”

Oh, I think. You mean like beer o’clock?

Mox was pulling wins around this time every week, and it was clear he was due for a push. This was the man who put the world title and the company on his back during an unprecedented time not just for the promotion, but for the world as a whole. And it was clear that he was due his flowers.

But very odd, to me, that he would bring up Hangman. Especially when they had nothing to do with each other.

Fast forward to October 6th, 2021. A fucked up time in my life. Probably the worst I’ve ever felt.

It was only fitting, then, that my favorite cowboy would show up and give me a small glimmer of hope. The roar of the crowd that night touched my soul more than I can ever say.

The last time he was the Joker of a casino match, he won. This time would be no different.

Except that Mox was in this match. And Mox was the one in the ring waiting for him. The moment they collided with each other, I was screaming. I was crying. My heart was thumping out of my chest. After two years, they were finally back in a ring together. Almost two years to the day.

One of the funniest moments in this casino ladder match is seeing Hangman drop Pac from the top of a ladder with a deadeye, pull himself up onto the ropes to celebrate with the crowd, only to turn around and get spiked on his head with a Paradigm Shift from Jon Moxley, receiving the double birds.

But it didn’t matter. The path was clear - Hangman was going to win this ladder match, setting up his final encounter with his old friend, Kenny Omega, for the AEW world heavyweight championship. And there wasn’t a damn thing Mox, Pac, Andrade, or Lance Archer could do to stop him.

Hangman, at the top of a ladder, guzzling a beer, closed out the show. The casino chip lay ominously on the mat, forgotten.

The next couple of weeks would see Hangman in the most confident state he’d ever been in, relaxed and sure of himself, breathing deeply and opening his heart to the fans. He was - in a word - beautiful.

Mox, however, was absolutely despicable. Ten days later, he would have his first bout with Wheeler Yuta, dropping him in less than two minutes and storming back out of the ring. He would continue his rampage all the way into the eliminator tournament, which would come to a head at Full Gear. All the booking made it clear: this man was aiming for the world title…and Hangman Page was going to be the one wearing it.

That would all change, however, when Jon Moxley decided to put his health first. His fight with alcoholism had finally resonated enough within him that he said enough was enough, and he pulled himself out of the tournament. In an odd way, his real life story and Hangman’s story on the screen were more similar than we could have expected.

And once again, like ships in the night…they would pass each other by, never knowing how close they had come.

I won’t go on a long tangent about how much Hangman winning the title meant to me, so I’ll just say this: Hangman Page winning the world title meant a lot to me.

Another similarity - both Hangman and Mox bled in the match where they won their world championship.

From here, we arrive in 2022.

“Nobody, no matter who you are, should be afraid to stand up in front of the whole world and bare it all, everything that makes you who you are, scars and all, and say ‘hey, this is me!’” - words Jon Moxley spoke when he made his return from rehabilitation.

I love these words. Because they’re very much in line with something that Hangman himself said in the post-Full Gear scrum two months before: “Fuck it, I’ll just say what I feel. I’ll just be me. And if it works, it works, and if it doesn’t, I came by it honest.”

As the champion Hangman Adam Page bled and bled and bled his way through his title matches, Jon Moxley found himself in the Blackpool Combat Club - a group consisting of himself, Bryan Danielson, and William Regal, as well as (eventually) Wheeler Yuta and Claudio Castagnoli. This was a group that prided itself in one thing - bloody violence.

The alcohol would be replaced, in both the champ and the former champ’s minds, by blood.

A sidenote: Hangman would have a Texas Deathmatch with the very same Lance Archer. Unlike Moxley, though, he would go on to win the match and retain his championship. And boy, was it a bloody scene. Two months later, Hangman would challenge Adam Cole to a Texas Deathmatch as well - and win.

We arrive at Double or Nothing.

A good friend of mine would meet Hangman Page at a meet and greet the day before the show. The limited edition print Hangman signed for her was a graphic of him, surrounded by a border that resembled a playing card. His sign - the Ace of Diamonds. Curious, I looked up the meaning of the card. Now, this could all be bullshit, but at the time, it meant something to me. It specified a message that was soon to come, or in a broader sense, a new perspective. I felt like this fit Hangman perfectly, and it solidified something in my own head about him - he was, in fact, an Ace in the company. At a time when I heard often that Jon Moxley was the top guy, when there were whispers that Jon might fight Tanahashi soon at Forbidden Door, I was dead set on maintaining Hangman as the One. And this, this was a sign. For me.

All those hopes and dreams would come crashing down though, obviously, when Hangman lost the title to CM Punk. After 198 days of being overshadowed by the explosive feud that was Maxwell versus Punk, Hangman’s reign would come to an end.

But as luck would have it, Punk would be injured about four days later, leaving the title picture up in the air.

“This is mine,” Hangman had declared, that night at Double or Nothing. “You will NEVER have it. This. Is. Mine!”

Those words, it seemed, rang nearly true enough.

The month of June would become a month so confusing, so convoluted, that even now I cannot remember what exactly the fuck happened. There was a battle royal to pick an opponent for the number one contender to the interim title, Jon Moxley, but the problem was that Hangman already had a match set for the night. I thought, surely he can pull a double. He’s the former world champ. Surely, they’ll let him do it. The only problem was, that double was actually pulling a triple, because the match between the winner of the battle royal would face Mox on Rampage, which was taped the same night.

I, and the rivalry I so desperately held to my chest, would have to wait once more. Another near-crossing. But I could feel it: the lines were drawing closer.

Mox would face Tanahashi and win the interim world title. Hangman would follow a confusing path to the IWGP heavyweight championship and lose against three other men. Hangman had another opportunity at a title shot in another battle royal, but he got dunked out of the ring before he could win it. By the middle of July, I was getting antsy. I wanted to know what the future held for my favorite guy in AEW, and by god, I was going to get some answers.

Comicpalooza - Houston, TX. July 16th and 17th, 2022. Hangman Page and Adam Cole were set to appear. They were going to have panels, autographs, and professional photos with fans.

And I, resident Hangman girlie, was going to be there.

Here’s where the shit gets interesting.

Cole ended up having to cancel, I’m assuming due to not being medically cleared after the concussion he suffered at Forbidden Door. Which meant that both days became wide open to meeting Hangman not once, not twice - but four times. Twice for photos and twice for autographs. And of course, the panel.

As a girl who’s never once met a celebrity that she actually cared about, this was a big fucking deal, and I was - hoo boy, was I nervous. The first chance I got was the first autograph signing, right before the photo and about twenty minutes before the panel. I could hardly look him in the eye. I was about as skittish as a horse, and super quiet. He tried to get light conversation out of me (complimenting my pearlsnap - which matched his own, mine was cream and his was brown - shirt, my belt, and my boots), and I ended up mentioning that I would see him again in a few minutes for the photo and then the panel. It was going to be a busy couple hours for him. After that was over, I saw him at the photo. I was the first in line.

“Hello again,” I said. He replied with a smile, and he seemed much more awake and excited than he had a few minutes prior. I noted that he must like taking photos with everyone. His cheery aura calmed me down significantly, and I was much more comfortable speaking with him. I asked for a hug, and he obliged me. He asked me what kind of pose I’d like to do, and I told him I wanted to do finger guns. In my head, I was imagining us back to back, like a movie poster, but he suggested we whirl into it, like we’re about to shoot at the camera. He asked if this was okay. I was so starry-eyed that I said yes immediately.

Once the camera flashed, he pulled me over to the photographer’s screen of the image. He said he wanted to make sure it looked good, and asked if I liked it. It was an amazing photo. I know it was amazing, because I actually thought I looked good in it.

Now, I debated on mentioning this part but I figure I may as well - at this point in time, I asked him if I handed him a letter, would he read it. He said, “yes, of course!” I handed it to him, and he quickly asked me if he should read it now, to which I yelled, “no! Nuh uh! Not right now!”

“You sure?” he asked playfully. I shook my head. It was too long a letter for him to read at the moment, and he had a line to get through and then a panel to get to. I was not about to hold him up. Plus, I had tapped out all my remaining courage for this particular moment. I was not about to watch his face as he read the feelings I bore on those pages. Knowing I was strong enough to put the letter in his hands was enough for me. He said okay. I thanked him as I left, saying I would see him at the panel.

The audience at the panel was small, way too small for the ballroom they had set up in. But it didn’t matter, because I was in the front row anyway. I brought a little sign that said “Hangman Gang,” which was the name of my group of wrestling friends. The mediator of the panel pointed it out to him when he sat down at the table in the front of the room.

I had never attended a panel before, but I knew the basics of what it was like from a couple of panels I had watched on youtube. At some point, there would be a Q&A where fans could go up to a microphone setup and ask him a question.

I had thought about what I would ask him for weeks. But by the time the day came around, none of the questions I’d thought about were sticking in my mind as The One. I had questions about the meaning behind some of his gear, questions about the Elite, questions about Adam Cole. But none of them felt…right. When I finally got out of my seat to take my spot in line for the microphone, I was in “fuck it” mode. I knew what I was going to ask, even if I wasn’t sure how I was going to ask it. Plus, I needed to tell him happy early birthday.

“Hi,” I said shyly. He responded with a quiet “hello.”

And so it began. I wished him a happy birthday, barely stopping to acknowledge his thanks before continuing on with what I was there for. I prefaced my question by saying that I knew him and Mox had only fought twice in the past two years, but never in singles. And I believe, if my memory is correct, that I said: “Is that on purpose? Or like, are you dodging Mox? Or is Mox dodgin’ you?”

A chuckle from the mediator. The absolute audacity of my asking my favorite wrestler in the world whether he was afraid of another wrestler must have really gotten to him.

Hangman replied, as I recall, very eloquently. He remembered that first match at the beginning of Dynamite’s run, and he remembered the casino ladder match. But as for why they hadn’t met again, he could only chalk it up to…”fate.” Fate was what kept them apart. Fate took Mox out of the tournament, fate took the belt off Hangman, fate kept him from these opportunities all summer long. It was out of his control, but he would love to fight Mox. He certainly wasn’t dodging him on purpose. He would love to do a match with him.

At this, the mediator prompted. “...Texas Deathmatch?”

Hangman’s eyes looked out into the ether, weighing those words. “Yeah. Yeah, Mox likes deathmatches, right?”

My entire body started vibrating at those words. I thanked him and sat back in my seat.

I would not stop thinking about those words until the end of September, when Hangman won the battle royal at Rampage Grand Slam. The newly crowned NOT-interim world heavyweight champion, Jon Moxley, was set to do battle against Hangman Adam Page.

This was an important match for Hangman, as it would be his first major shot at the world title since losing it a few months back. From the moment Hangman walked out to meet Mox face to face in the front of the ring, I was hooked on every expression, every set of their jaws, every word from their mouths.

“Three years of AEW Dynamite…three years of watching you, three years of studying you because I knew this was comin’...three years of us circlin’ each other…”

The camera cuts to a wide shot of the two in the ring, dancing around each other.

The image in my head is of Raymond Holt from Brooklyn Nine Nine shouting, “VINDICATION!!”

“You know, between the two of us, we’ve probably beaten everyone there is to beat…except each other…on October 18th, there will be one Last Man Standing here in AEW.”

The first pearl of foreshadowing dropped. Texas Deathmatches, at their core, were considered ‘last man standing.’ Mox goes on to say here that he was going to choke Hangman out, because Hangman was in the way. In the way of Mox being, once and for all, the Top Guy in AEW. Just like I had been told. He goes on to say that he respects Hangman as a competitor and as a person. At one point, after Hangman goes too far, he calls him a ‘sweet kid.’ But at the end of the day, he was going to put him down, no matter what.

The next week in the ring, Mox mentions that being world champion means having a target on your back. Many “crumble under the pressure…some faster than others.” This is, very clearly, a knock on Hangman and his reign. Though Hangman bled, and bled…and bled to keep his title, the story of his reign was a tough one. Having finally beaten the man whose shadow Hangman felt trapped under, there was nothing now to fight but the weight of being the champ. Keeping the gold that symbolized his worth had been, as Mox points out, too much to handle.

And now, he had to get his worth back.

When Hangman walks out to meet Mox here, he begins by telling Mox that whatever he has to say to Hangman, he can “say it to his face.” This would be the first, of many times, where he says this to Moxley in the months to come. He goes on to say, “but actually, you said it all last week.” He mentions how Mox said he respected him in the ring and as a person, and “[he] would be lying if [he didn’t say] coming from [Mox], that meant the world to [him].” He says that Mox was a damn good father, husband, champion, and that he looked up to Mox and wanted to be like him. But the moment that Mox called him a kid last week, all of those things vanished, in Hangman’s eyes.

“Is that what you think of me?” He demands. Mox takes the mic and says it’s exactly right. Because the Hangman standing before him now is not the same guy who knocked him off the top of a ladder a year ago to cash in his shot at the title. The Hangman of now, broken and aimless, won’t be able to pull the trigger if given the chance.

Mox’s observation here was sound - Hangman had many opportunities as champion to end someone in the most brutal way possible. During the Texas Deathmatch with Adam Cole, there’s a wonderful shot of Cole tied to the ropes while Hangman debates hitting him with a steel chair. A similar shot was shown the night he lost the title to CM Punk - where he holds the title in his hands while no one is looking, and debates whether he should use it to knock Punk out. He had a similar choice the day he won the title, but he chose not to and won.

In every instance, he has a shot at ending it. He refuses every time, out of some sense of nobility. It’s clear here that Mox disapproves.

Hangman agrees. He’s not the same person. Hesitation cost him the title. Hesitation cost him the trios titles, as well, in September. His old friends were gone and his new ones were dropping like flies. “I’m angry, I’m depressed! The medicine is not working but I am STILL HERE because I am a man!”

Here’s where he ties in to Mox’s words. How could he be a sweet kid if he was a man? An adult? Someone who has been through hell and back? He’s lowered family into the ground, he’s helped bring life into this world, he’s been choked until he turns blue but he keeps getting back up!

At this point, Hangman gets so worked up that he beats his fist into his eyebrow so badly that it breaks the skin. And here’s the part that I love the most - “I have my shot, and I have my word. Tuesday, I take my shot, and tonight I give you my word.” He palms at the blood staining his brow, wipes it on Mox’s white shirt. “...That is my word.”

The week before Hangman won the title off Kenny, there was a contract signing. At this contract signing, Kenny Omega and Don Callis conspired to rough Hangman up to give him a disadvantage going into the match that Sunday. Hangman broke wide open, over the same. Fucking. Eyebrow. And what did Kenny do? He signed his signature to the contract in Hangman’s blood. And then he lost.

I guess you could say Hangman’s blood holds a lot of promise.

“And unlike him,” Hangman said, pointing to a lurking Maxwell in the rafters of the arena, “I wanted to make sure to say this to you face-to-face…man-to-man.”

Of course, Hangman would go on to lose the first bout, as he suffered a very real, very scary concussion, but my god, was that match a work of art before the finish. It’d been a while since Hangman fans saw him pull an orihara moonsault from high up on a barricade, but he pulled it out for Mox.

At this point, I sat and wondered. Would I get to see him again? How soon? They were set to have three shows in Texas come December, and I wondered if we would finally get the Texas Deathmatch that seemed all but a promise. Because I didn’t think he would be cleared, I didn’t go to any of them. I just watched, anxious and a little bit heated, as Hangman showed up to answer Moxley’s call at the beginning of the first winter month.

Moxley’s first reaction to this was to make a tone-deaf joke about how Hangman probably didn’t remember what happened the last time they had met, instead of waiting to hear what Hangman might’ve had to say. He was met with a sock to the jaw.

This would go on for weeks, with Hangman saying that this wasn’t how he wanted it to go at all, but Mox just HAD to goad him. Say something stupid. Meanwhile, Mox held firm in his belief that he didn’t know what the fuck Hangman was talking about, and he could fight him any day of the week, no problem. Hangman would go into a brawl with him nearly every week, not being cleared to wrestle in the ring on account of his concussion. In a segment with Renee, he would reveal to her that the night of their first bout, when he got injured, he forgot his own son’s name. So Mox making light of his memory loss was, of course, not at all funny.

By January 2023, a date was set between the two in California. All three Texas shows went by and not one mention of a Texas Deathmatch, which had me very confused. But no matter, because there were two more Texas shows now slated for February, and I was going to one of them. I hoped, even if it wasn’t the match I was hoping for, that at the very least the feud would continue.

Before this rematch, though, they had one last face-to-face. Mox would tell Hangman that all this whining about get knocked out made him absolutely sick. And Hangman, of course, would have to point Mox in the right direction. “You think that I’m mad at you because you knocked me out? Is that really what you think?”

See, Hangman was well aware that being knocked out was part of the job. That was never the problem. Condescendingly, Hangman continues. “You don’t seem like a guy for nuance, so I’ll put it to you simple…”

The night of Hangman’s return, Mox didn’t let him get one word in before he made a joke. He believed in that moment that Mox saw him as a threat. But Hangman had not walked out to Mox that night for a fight, though it was what he was here for now.

That part was so interesting to me, because I wanted so badly to know why Hangman showed up that night to face Mox in the ring originally. This goes back to Hangman’s need to say things to Mox’s face and wanting the same in return.

Hangman won the second bout in a great match. Mox suffered what looked to be an injury, with the way he asked, “What happened?” repeatedly. Almost as if he had suffered a concussion of his own. Hangman would leave the ring, concerned and most of all, ashamed. Mox had been right in October. He was much softer than was expected to be of a champion.

So now they were tied, 1 to 1. At this point, Renee conducted a couple of interviews with Hangman, one of which was very interesting.

Renee started by asking how he was doing, and then she told him something that Mox told her. Apparently, Mox believed that Hangman made him better. That he both “despises” and “cherishes” him.

The HangMox girlie in me was bouncing off the walls. Knowing that even after two fights, Mox still had a nice word to say about Hangman was everything to me. It was beyond anything I could have ever expected, and he turned visibly awkward here. This would be one of three times in the interview where his body language changed.

He answers by saying that if Mox wanted to say something to his face, he could say it to him, and Hangman would gladly knock him out again if need be. Again, bringing up speaking to his face.

Three days before this segment, someone asked me what I thought was next for Hangman, and although I didn’t have a clear answer, I knew that it would have to do with something from the past. “The only way he can move forward is by looking back.”

Renee asked Hangman the same question, and he responded with, “the more I look forward, I can’t help but see back.”

I yelped. This was insane. There was no way we were this in tune. Basically, he wanted one final match. To prove that his win wasn’t a fluke, to prove that at the end of the day, he was the better of the two. To put this feud to bed. He also says that something Renee said earlier (calling him and Mox “elite” level performers) reminded him of some friendships that needed mending. This is another time he visibly changes his body language.

Once the interview is done, Hangman asks how Mox is, truly. Renee says that he’ll dust himself off again soon. Here is the final time where he seems to become visibly awkward - he begins to ask Renee, “could you tell him -” before stopping himself. “Never mind, it’s stupid.”

He holds himself here to the standard he holds Mox by. He wants Mox to say things to his face, so he knows that he shouldn’t relay anything back to him through Renee either.

Their third match, while just as fun as the first two, ends in an anti-climactic finish. After getting his ass handed to him by Hangman for about eight or so minutes, Mox pulls him in for a deep cover and gets the roll-up win. Hangman is, understandably, pissed. He ends up getting in Mox’s face, with Wheeler and Claudio having to keep them apart. They exchange flips of the bird. Mox lays down and makes a snow angel, much like Punk did to him in September. Hangman responds with a burpee.

They are absolutely little fucking kids about it. And it’s great.

It’s clear that the dick measuring contest isn’t over.

Still pissed off, Hangman comes back the next week in an interview with Renee and he is positively livid. He is so livid that he almost, almost tells Renee to relay a message to Moxley, but he’s interrupted by Kip Sabian before he can finish his thought.

The next week, Hangman wrestles Kip Sabian. I’m in the front row, cheering my ass off. He wins, as expected. He leans onto the ropes, frustration over another match crystal clear in his eyes. I raise my poster up so he can see. “Cowboy, you stole my yee-heart,” it reads. (It was the day after Valentine’s Day.)

He sends me a little kiss, keeps his eyebrows angry and his lips pouting. He does it like he’s mad about it, and it’s oh-so-fucking funny.

Behind him, Mox and his friends pull up into the ring. My heart is pounding out of my chest. I am seeing Hangman and Mox in the ring together with my own two eyes, and it’s amazing.

Mox tells Hangman that it’s over between them, he won fair and square. But Hangman refuses. He takes the mic, saying that there’s no way either of them could be happy with the finish of that match. That it’s not how their story should end. Their story ends at Revolution, when they go back in that cold, dark alley and only one man is left standing.

There it is, I thought. Those words again. Last man standing.

Mox seems glad of Hangman’s pushy nature at this point. He admits he’s kinda glad that Hangman has no friends to talk him into a smarter decision.

It’s at this point that the Dark Order makes itself known. Evil Uno, mic in hand, asks if he heard Mox correctly. “Did you say that this man has no friends?”

This moment was insane. Absolutely astonishing, to see Uno walk into the ring, square up to Mox and tell his own friend, Hangman, to get out of his face. Uno even goes so far as to pie-face Moxley to get his attention, something very few people have ever done and gotten away with, if ever.

Refusing to see Uno as a threat, Mox looks past him to the upset cowboy. “Cowboy…Texas Death.”

That girl in the front row went absolutely insane (me).

After missing four separate shows in Texas, I still managed to witness the announcement of the Texas Deathmatch between Hangman and Moxley. It was like the entire segment, the entire feud, up to this moment, was waiting on me to become a part of it once more. To be their lone partner, standing witness to the wonderful feud that was unfolding in front of my very eyes. Because not only were Hangman and Mox going head to head with the stipulation I’d been expecting since it came out of that mediation’s mouth, springing from my own completely odd and batshit question, but now the Dark Order was involved with the now merciless Blackpool Combat Club. Which means that this is likely far from truly over.

I left that show an elated woman. I was finally getting what I wanted.

And now, two and a half weeks later, the match is here. After watching the Countdown to Revolution, I can say without a doubt that they’ve satiated me well enough with this build. This idea that Mox is an animal without mercy that craves violence, completely and totally juxtaposing the man that needs to put down this rabid dog even if he doesn’t want to, but is going to have to by any means necessary. He said that Mox would never be the same, but I think the opposite is true. I think Hangman’s going to reach a point that he hasn’t been brought to yet in AEW. I think this time, despite all other evidence to the contrary, he’s finally going to snap. That heavy heart that Mox couldn’t take from him, that heart that Mox couldn’t carry, might turn to stone, if only for a moment.

A few weeks before Bryan and Mox had their bloody match at Revolution 2022, Mox uttered these words: “I don’t stand side by side with nobody…till I bleed with him first.”

It’s very clear that this Sunday, these men are going to bleed together. But I wonder…will they end up standing side by side? Will they share non-alcoholic beers together? Will Hangman ever tell Mox how he really feels, or will he keep it to himself, as he’s so often done before?

I guess we’ll find out soon enough.

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carnal-lnstinct · 2 years

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Hi! I saw the requests were finally open so I’m asking again, could you do a dying in Goku’s arms fic. Yes it is the same person and if I’m mistaken, forgive me🥰❤️🧡

Haha, I gotchu! Glad you came back ♥

☆☆ Pairing: Goku x Fem!Reader ( Human Z Fighter ) ☆☆ Rating: T ☆☆ Contents: ( RoF arc, established relationship, reader referenced as gohan & goten's mother ) ☆☆ Warning: ( canon-typical violence, blood, character death )

'If I could just hold out a little longer, then he'll show up to help win this', you repeated to help yourself stay focused for the next rush of alien fighters charging your way.

Everyone who could stand their own was already struggling in their own fight, whether outnumbered by the hoards of soldiers or overpowered by the one called Tagoma. But they didn't back down, so neither would you. Truth be told, you hadn't been much into martial arts since the Cell Games and were in over your head with a fight of this scale. Even back then things like this stopped being within your skill range, you were surpassed by your children.

An invasion by a galactic army, however, led by their malicious leader was certainly no earthbound martial arts tournament and called for everyone regardless of power to step in. There wasn't any running away, and you weren't going to let all your friends fight this alone. Especially with your sons giving their all, it wouldn't be like you to just sit back and let them fight without you.

You and the rest of the Earth's forces fought your hardest while Bulma continued to try to make contact with Whis to get Goku and Vegeta here quickly to aid the fight. You were all able to team up when you could but these guys weren't as stupid as you hoped and found ways to keep you all separated and outnumbered 10 to 1.

Being a woman at least gave you some advantage at the start as the cocky bunch of Frieza Force soldiers didn't think to take you seriously, but enough of them saw you rip through a number of their men to start getting the idea that you weren't some pushover earthling. The lot of them being a batch of chumps didn't dwindle their numbers in your favor, there were many more of them than there were earthlings. Collectively, all your allies' strengths were wearing down as well as your own and you started to get anxious about Goku's arrival.

It's Frieza you need to really be concerned with as he boasts about his vengeance over your husband. Yet rather than try to find Goku, he wants to watch you all get slaughtered for his entertainment while he waits for the saiyan to show up. This situation was going to be a massacre without Goku if it goes on any longer like this. You had to start looking into other options with no telling when the two saiyans would arrive. Even your faith in your boys' strength was shaken watching them fight—struggle unprepared for the fight for their home— as a consequence of being the sons of Goku. It was not fair, and you wouldn't forgive yourself if they died sharing the battlefield with you because of this.

As long as Frieza was willing to wait, you could try to stall some more but who knows how much longer that would be. If he was really as strong as everyone else feared, then he should be the intended target instead of this battle fodder he keeps sending out. Your focus needed to be narrowed on cutting off the head of this nasty beast to end it or at the very least buy Goku and Vegeta some more time to get here. Frieza couldn't be so strong as to withstand three super saiyans, a super namekian, and a few trained humans if Goku at his first super saiyan level was more than enough to overpower him before. And yet, the aura coming from him behind the hoard of minions set a frightful chill down your spine. It's the power he's not showing that rattles you, yet fear cannot hold you down here. If you can all muster up the strength to attack together, then you are certain you all need to share a single target.

"Hey, Frieza!" You shouted out suddenly, stilling your trembles with clenched fists and wearing a smug grin to mask your anxiousness. "You really brought your whole army to watch Goku send you off with your tail between your legs again? Was the first time not enough?" Your voice carried across the hoard of minions and while they paused, only a few actively turned to look for a response from the tyrant. "-Look at you, just floating there in your little egg carrier. How cute. My son had one when he was a toddler, too. Kinda hard to take you seriously in that thing."

"Mom, what are you doing?!"

"Mom don't!"

The two half-saiyans called out for you to back down. You know full well the difference in your strengths, but you can't keep letting everyone be outnumbered and worn out. In the worst-case scenario, Frieza simply commands the remaining masses to target you and opens himself up to everyone else to attack if they can shake that lanky alien elite. But if there was a way to get Frieza down here then your plan wouldn't be in vain.

Hovering over to a high peak of a cliff, you placed your hands on your hips and called out again. "No one here's that afraid of you, ya know! That's right, I said it! You're old news! I wouldn't waste your time throwing these chumps at us if you were really as tough as you claim. Goku beat you once and he'll wipe the floor with you again if we don't do it first!" In between your jeering at the space tyrant, you were able to share your idea with Piccolo through his telepathy, who was able to fill everyone else in and openly discouraged you from further antagonizing Frieza. Perhaps you overlooked the possibility of him just outright destroying the planet instead of being patient with you all.

You succeeded in at least ceasing that horrid laugh of his, his beady red eyes narrowing down upon you with a thoughtful finger at his chin. "Well, it seems one of the earthlings has finally lost their sanity to their fear, how unfortunate. You think you can match the power of a super saiyan and best Lord Frieza, do you?" The lop-sided smirk rose back on Frieza's dark lips, a musing finger directed towards you as he continued to humor you. "And did I hear correctly, the child of Goku referred to as his mother- You are that simian's mate, I take it. Why am I not surprised."

"I am." You confidently answered. Your heart frightfully pounded in your chest but you couldn't stop yourself now. Either he takes the bait or you really opened your mouth where you shouldn't.

But your prayers were answered. In a flash, you felt two ki signatures fill the space around you, and Goku and Vegeta had arrived just in the knick of time with the Instant Transmission technique. You were filled with relief when you turned at the sight of them, smiling with joy at the taller saiyan.

"Goku!" You shouted, waving him down. His power felt stronger than the last time you saw him. In the shock of this assault on earth, you could easily forget it had been months since you-

...Oh? There was a rush of heat shot through your back and out the left side of your chest. You lower your eyes to see the thin beam of energy disperse as it completed its passage through your body. Blood spurted from your chest and rushed up your throat causing you to stumble forward. It was so fast; you weren't able to sense it coming your way or even when he charged it up to fire at you. But its damage was clear. It went through your heart. Pain filled in the opened hole once the initial shock wore off. You swayed on your feet again, your weight pulling you backward, over and off the cliff with the distant sight of Goku making his way to you. You opened your mouth to call out for him again but it felt slow leaving your lips, almost soundless. You hear the muffled sounds of your family crying out to you with a warm ringing in your ears and the edge of your vision blurring as you sank down the high cliff side, your body picking up speed in its limp drop.

"Haha! How delightful, and not a moment too soon! It couldn't have been timed more perfectly! You've come just in time, saiyan! Any longer and I would have abandoned my patience altogether to do away with that mouthy one, but it was worth the wait after all!" Frieza's hearty laugh returned overhead.

Goku had already dove off the edge after you, catching a senzu bean thrown his way, as he flew down to increase his speed towards you. Your fingers weakly grasped at the air to reach out for him before your eyes fell shut completely. He altered to his Instant Transmission to close the gap between you and grasped you against his chest once in range, but when he caught you...

He felt it. The last of your life energy disappeared from your body. Your limp weight in his arms caused a soft, trembling "no" to escape on his breath. Goku stopped in the air and looked you over, eyes frantically jumping between your bloody chest and still face. With the senzu bean tucked against his palm, he checked you for a pulse- Even a faint one was better than nothing, and sadly nothing was all he was answered with. "(Y/n)!" Goku uttered in a panic, shaking your body enough to disturb a deep sleep. "Wake up... Answer me- Wake up!" The saiyan begged with a lump in his throat, urging for the opposite of what his senses had already told him.

He can hear Gohan and Goten over the top of the cliff calling down to him just as worried, joined by Krillin and Piccolo.

Frieza's impish grin shined, his laugh filling the atmosphere. "Look as the mighty saiyan Goku fails once again to save yet another cherished companion. It couldn't be more adequate to see the very moment you witnessed her fall" The tyrant hovered through the parting masses of his army to the front lines. "How does it feel monkey, to once again be helpless in the wake of the mighty Lord Frieza? Does it make you angry? Are you going to turn gold and scream at me?" He goaded.

Goku was still shocked, he couldn't believe what he just witnessed. Not you, anything but this. But you're gone. Just gone- No goodbye, no cushioning the blow. Your voice and smile so suddenly silenced, taken away from him, your sons, and friends and he couldn't stop it. He doesn't know how or why Frieza was here but it was the least concerning detail compared to what he was going to do to him. He was sending that monster back to hell for good. With a furrowed brow and clenched jaw, Goku held his face against yours, hands shaking as he cradled you against him rising from the cliffside.

"I-I'm sorry, (Y/n)..." He uttered lowly to your body, voice reflecting his awakened fury and broken sorrow. "Damn that Frieza. He'll pay for this. I'll...I'll make him suffer!" He slowly lifts his head from you and places a soft kiss to your forehead, whispering a final promise. "The second this is all over, I'll use the dragon balls to bring you back to us I swear it."

A fleeting whisper crosses his thoughts, leaving hope to coddle his ire.

'I believe in you, Goku. When you kick his ass, don't keep me waiting long on the other side.'

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Leona Kingscholar Character Analysis

The sleeping lion himself, Leona Kingscholar.

Leona is interesting in the sense that he's the only character in the cast, that its been confirmed, that has been held back. Which I point out, because I believe if we were to meet Leona when he was a first year, we would be introduced to a completely different character than the one we currently know.

The reason for this in being is simple: How long has Leona been held back? Considering how old the other third years are labeled, minus Lilia and Malleus since we don't know their ages, he's probably been held back for two years. Unless he's also skipped years in school, but this was never been stated as such, so I'll ignore this as a possibility unless we get information to the contrary later.

So what was supposed to be his first and last year as a third year, is the year that the other third years became freshmen. Why does this hold any significance? Because this is also the year Malleus joined the spelldrive tournament and utterly crushed them. Considering - chapter seven spoilers - he's actually planning on doing internships and being a fourth year next year, we can also guess as to why he got held back then.

He was intentionally screwing up his school studies, just so he could beat Malleus. In fact, the conflict of chapter two actually reveals a lot about Leona's character, as long as you know where to look. Even if it is arguable one of the game’s weaker chapters. And here's why --

Keep in mind, Savanaclaw had students that did well in the spelldrive tournament until Malleus joined in, where they were completely crushed in the first game and couldn't go any further. What type of message does that send to scouts that came to scout players if they can't even make it past the first game? That they aren't good players and aren't worth giving the opportunity.

It's why Leona wanted people to see Malleus get crushed on screen even if they didn't see Malleus get crushed in a game. Because it would show that Malleus wasn't invincible, and it would get scouts to take their eyes off of him. Or it would get scouts to realize just how unfair it was to compare Malleus to the other players. That way, people in Savanaclaw would start getting scouted again.

This is important to keep in mind, because Savanaclaw was used to getting scouted, so that's what most of them set out to do as their careers. What they planned to do once they leaved NRC. But because Malleus joined in the game, they were no longer worth scouting for, which means the vast majority of the Savanaclaw students just lost their chance at a good future.

Now, why would Leona's plan include the other dorms? After a complete defeat of the other two years prior, Leona wanted to show the scouts a complete victory this year. Because there are quite a few sports where someone is only worth something if they win the finals, even if they won every game previous. The finals are what matters, and Leona would know this since it concerns his down students futures.

Does it make what he did right? No. But at least then in puts into perspective that what Leona did wasn't because of a petty rivalry between him and Malleus. He was worried about his dorm students futures and he was trying to help them. He was trying to be a good leader to his dorm students, even though he couldn't be a leader to his country. And then his plan is foiled and he couldn't even do that.

Which is why its a crushing reminder of what's going on at home. Because he was trying to look out for his dorm students and that was practically spat on by everyone else. I can't fully understand what he did to Ruggie? Instead, maybe it was because it reminded him of everything in the worst possible way, it just made him hysterical? But the game itself doesn't even acknowledge Leona nearly killing Ruggie, so I'm not entirely sure what to make of that scene.

But, aside from that, chapter two actually speaks a lot to what Leona is as a character if you know where to look. He's someone that's trying so desperately to be a good leader, to look out for his people in the way he knows how, only for it to mean absolutely nothing. For all of his efforts, time, plans, everything doesn't mean anything to anyone else but him. Malleus so ruthlessly beating his dorm, was basically spitting in Leona's old wounds.

Because at the crux of Leona's character, he is someone that has just given up. He's given up on everything. He can't be king, he can't even be a good leader to his dorm students (People are also always looking to take the position from him, which is why he doesn't have a vice), him going to school doesn't even mean much because he already knows everything, and he's not going to be able to put it to use anywhere because he's just the second born. So, he gives up. Because to Leona, there is no longer any point in caring.

But, we do see that care at times. We see it for Jack, for Ruggie, for his dorm students. He so desperately wants to be a good leader and help his people, but he just can't seem to do it. He can't get away from it. So, he sleeps the day away, skips classes, because he no longer cares. Because he no longer wants to deal with it.

Leona truly shines in a leadership role, simply because he'll give it his all. He's very aware of how people work, how to create strategies, to create backup-plans, to work with the information he's given. We see some of this in chapter three. But we really see this in the Endless Halloween Event. In that event we see the potential Leona has to be a good leader, to think and plan for the worst possible outcome. Adjusting his strategy to the information given. And he shines, he doesn't give up part-way through, he keeps going. Because he's worried about his people, and he's going to help them.

He has the heart of a good leader, of a good king, he'll just never actually get to use it.

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tennis AU fiend back again - i was wondering whether you had any thoughts about what the scores are for the matches jgy has against nmj and wrh when he wins the FO

That's it, I've officially made a tag for this AU.

I do indeed have thoughts on the scoreline! Make way, make way for more tennis rambles. This is how JGY lifts the Coupe des Mousquetaires.

Jin Guangyao d. Nie Mingjue - semifinal

No one can deny that Nie Mingjue comes into this match in bad shape. He's carrying a couple of injuries and dropped sets to players he'd usually beat in straights. But this is a grudge match for him—the tournament where his father's career ended with a humiliating defeat to WRH. NMJ's father never won RG. NMJ has also never won RG—yet.

JGY, meanwhile, is in the form of his life thanks to his affiliation with the Wen agency juggernaut. It doesn't matter. No one thinks he has a chance even against a NMJ who's below his best, and at first it looks like they're right.

Set 1 - 7-6 (7-5)

JGY manages to hang onto his serve by the narrowest of margins. He doesn't get a single break point on NMJ's serve until the tiebreak when he snaffles the crucial mini-break by forcing an error off NMJ's backhand. He takes his first set point with an absolute classic of a disguised dropshot that NMJ can't get to in time. The crowd are excited mostly because they're surprised this match might be remotely competitive.

NMJ smashes his racket. He doesn't get a warning for racket abuse.

Analogous to NMJ's assault on the Wen in the latter stages of the war culminating in the moment when JGY reveals himself as being in WRH's employ.

Set 2 - 7-6 (7-5) 6-2

JGY sends NMJ running back and forth, using his insider knowledge of NMJ's chronic injuries to his advantage and giving NMJ very little opportunity to unleash his forehand. NMJ just can't slide well on the clay—that level of flexibility has never been his strong point, and all the quick turns and being dragged crosscourt are taking a toll. The crowd are confused but there's not really a sense of doubt that NMJ will break back and take this set to restore order. Some people are starting to get behind JGY because regardless of MDZS canon it is a science fact that tennis fans enjoy a good upset and NMJ is more respected than beloved.

NMJ takes a medical time out during the change of ends at 2-5 just after being broken for the second time, and JGY serves out to love, taking his first set point with a rare ace.

Analogous to JGY's taunting of NMJ including handling Baxia and referring to his father's death.

Set 3 - 7-6 (7-5) 6-2 0-6

Normal service is resumed. NMJ is absolutely furious about being two sets to love down against Meng Yao of all people and he takes a bathroom break that's a couple of minutes over the maximum time allowed. The umpire doesn't penalise this and the crowd don't express disapproval either.

NMJ finds his forehand and blows JGY off the court as one would expect. The third set is over in twenty-six minutes. A lot of NMJ's shots are body shots, intentionally hit directly at JGY so he has to dodge at the same time as attempting to return. Several make contact. Set point is a forehand down the line JGY has no hope of getting near.

Analogous to NMJ attacking JGY and striking him.

Set 4 - 7-6 (7-5) 6-4 0-6 6-0

JGY has remained composed and smiling throughout the match, even applauding NMJ's good play at times. Now he's dropped the smile that disguises the intensity of his focus and after an epic battle with multiple deuces he breaks NMJ's serve.

Then he does it again. The crowd cannot believe this is happening. In contrast to the lighting-fast bagel of the third, this is the longest and most precarious and difficult bagel in the history of the sport. It lasts longer than most sets that go to 7-5. Nevertheless, NMJ does not win a game, and when JGY takes his seventh match point with a favourable netcord he looks over to the debentures where WRH is watching and applauding.

Analogous to JGY kicking NMJ and continuing to assault and berate him until WRH takes over.

Jin Guangyao d. Wen Ruohan - final

This one doesn't need much of a set by set breakdown because it's in straights and it's over sooner than anyone can imagine, 6-4, 6-2, 6-1. JGY plays absolutely out of his skin and he's almost as surprised as everyone else not just that he wins but that he does it swiftly and in some style. We are talking 2019 Wimbledon final Halep level of play here. Absolutely eviscerating a legend of the sport.

First set - JGY breaks WRH at 4-4 then serves out. Second set - at 2-2, JGY wins the next four games. Third set - JGY wins four games on the trot to make it eight games in a row, drops one game on WRH's serve then closes out by holding and breaking WRH again. Championship point is the Murray-worthy lob that leaves WRH totally wrong-footed.

The crowd are shell-shocked but also going absolutely wild. JGY has gone from being that upstart who ruined the NMJ-WRH showdown everyone wanted, the one whose presence in the final has turned it into a procession for WRH, to immediate superstar.

Analogous to the suddenness of JGY killing WRH who is most definitely not expecting it, then revealing he's a spy and a war hero.

Bonus LXC

Naturally LXC attends both matches, the former ostensibly to support NMJ, though when JGY wins he goes to find him after the on court interview so he can congratulate him. After congratulating JGY and showing his support, he goes to commiserate with NMJ and spends an inordinate amount of time patiently rebutting NMJ's accusations of poor sportsmanship and corruption etc.

During the final he's in JGY's box and seems to be the only person on the planet who isn't surprised when JGY wins. He and JGY are confirmed to be entering the doubles at Wimbledon.

#ask #testblog-54 #roquen's xiyao tennis au #i said at the beginning you don't know how deep this goes #no tags can encompass this monstrosity #the most niche of all the niche stuff i do

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Legendborn

Um??????????

I put this book off for so long because a) I heard the next book in the series only comes out in 2025 and I didn't want to be left hanging, and b) I wasn't the biggest fan when I heard there was a (sigh) love triangle in there. And yet here I am, having finished it at long last.

Confession: I was/am in the middle of something like a reading slump. February has not been kind to me with my reads. When the Ann Liang book I was anticipating for months let me down horrifically, ALL the books that followed either fell flat too or were just… middling. I went through book after book feeling empty, and then I told myself: you know what. Legendborn has been on EVERYONE and their mother's radar, and their responses are the same—near unanimous acclaim. It's honestly quite insane.

So I took a gamble. I got the book and started reading it.

You can TELL. You can just TELL when a book hits right for you, unlike the ones I read before it. I was hooked. Engaged. Totally captivated. I'd read and DNFed another fantasy book just weeks ago, which also utilised King Arthur lore (titled Silver in the Bone), but somehow Legendborn succeeded where that story failed (for me). Maybe I'm just a basic bitch who's a sucker for the typical storyline of a normal girl finding herself entangled with a group of monster slayers and doing tournaments to become one of them. (Is this why… I was instantly enthralled with the Infernal Devices??? Or why I love Demon Slayer—the anime—so much????? I am finding out new things about myself.)

But sure… the beginning isn't anything too different from traditional YA structures. But as you get going, and you continue down the road, you start to see new grounds being tread, and it deviates from anything I've personally read as a teen.

As usual, even though I loved this book, I'm going to do what I almost always do and explore the dichotomy of what I liked and didn't.

Spoilers abound.

Didn't like:

It was predictable… up to a point (and then I was GOBSMACKED but we'll get to that later). Like, I knew pretty quickly which characters were going to make it to Squires and which weren't. You could just tell from how the author treated certain Pages (the folks trying to be Squires) in a more favourable light. The nice ones win, the not-nice ones don't. I'd have liked more nuance in their characterisation, TBH.

Speaking of which, however, Bree's characterisation at the start was rough. Like, she'd do stupid shit and get in trouble and continue being irresponsible. I wasn't surprised Alice was mad at her, and I don't think that the trouble she faced stemmed solely from her race but rather her irresponsible behaviour (going off-campus when she already knows that's grounds for expulsion and she STILL gets mad when the dean, who decides to let her off, is churlish with her. Seriously?). That said, I am NOT Black, and I can't speak for the quotidian prejudices they face, so take my perception of it with a grain of salt. In any case, Bree changed and this was no longer an issue for me later on.

Nick. And his whole romance with Bree. Like, I really did NOT care. And Nick was pretty much a white boy-damsel in distress the entire story. Every time screen time was devoted to their romance, my eyes would glaze over and I'd start skimming all the kissing and stuff.

There were a lot of characters. Like, a lot. Too many. My brain was scrambling trying to remember and place everyone in their different roles. And aside from a few (bless William), they didn't have very distinct voices. Greer had, like, ZERO distinctive voice other than being non-binary, which should not be the only thing to define a character. Whitty was… nice, is all? Everyone kinda just melded in my brain, which is probably why none of the character deaths really hit me.

I'm not a huge fan of Chosen One tropes. But this does play on the trope in a VERY interesting way.

WHAT I LIKED (!!!!!!!!!!!):

The whole concept of Root and Bloodcraft. I LOVED how the author used magic to convey the colonisation of white men. The idea that Legendborns forcefully TAKE their power, while non-Bloodcraft users only borrow their power, speaks volumes to me. It was such a good way to portray real life.

Also??? The ending twist about Bree????? All along, I was convinced she was secretly the Scion of Lancelot, but I wasn't sure HOW, because all the knights are obviously white. And then the author pulls a fast one on me and she's actually fucking Arthur. The reasoning is so good. I loved how the White Man's own cruelty and their disgusting ownership of Black people led them to this predicament. I think THIS was the part that truly sold me on how terrific and unique this book was.

Characters-wise… William. Like, I adore the fuck out of him. In another world, in an even less conventional book, William would have been the hero for me. He's exactly my type with how calm and confident he was without needing to be overbearing about it. In fact, he was so gentle. (Makes me think of Jem Carstairs, but obviously Jem is THE published blueprint for types like this.)

Sel. Yes, I know I just talked about how I didn't like overbearing characters, and I initially went into this book expecting to hate him, but… :) I thought he was quite justified in his hatred / distrust towards Bree at first, knowing what he knew about how the mesmer and Oaths didn't take. I'll see if my opinion of him changes in the sequel.

I really, really liked how for once, King Arthur wasn't depicted as just some hero. He actually seemed almost villainous in this book, especially in the moments when Bree was possessed by him. What happened to her supposedly getting wisdom when she Awakened, though? This man does not sound wise at all. I am intrigued.

I am so glad I read this book. SO GLAD. I was down in the dumps for a bit and finally reading a good fantasy made me feel a thousand times better. I'm a bit nervous reading the sequel because some things often don't live up to their predecessor, so I shall see.

- 28 Feb 2024

#book review #legendborn #booktok #bree matthews #tracey deonn #bloodmarked #selwyn kane

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Lurimol time baybeee!!! How do Lurien and Hegemol deal with the beetle breeding season, where stag beetles are essentially filled with the 'I must flip others at all costs' instinct? Ik Heg is a big softie, but if Lurien uses damselfly courting methods, I wonder how Heg might show off how big beetles show they're prime stock

Lurimol time !!! Thank you.... This one got a bit away from me eheheh so I'm sorry it's a bit long.

Hegemol is the biggest softie and is also the world's most repressed idiot, a deadly combination ashtrh. He's very, very happy and truly honored that Lurien invites him to learn damselfly dances, but... hoogh. He was able to repress the urges before and just keep himself rather set away from others when it was Time To Fling, but now that he has an actual person of his desires, and a 'potential partner' he wants to show off to... that's getting a little harder.

He may start trying to invite Lurien to come watch him spar with his other knights, who are all partially confused when The Watcher shows up and just. Does as he does (watches). But when hegemol flips Ogrim, something he really doesn't do, I think it would finally click for Ogrim what's happening as the other beetle in the group ashffh. [SpongeBobgrin.png "You like Lurien, don't you Hegemol.]

I think this would culminate in Hegemol entering and inviting Lurien to a knightly tournament that's being held for the masses, something he's explicitly expressed disinterest in before ("Ah, I'm too old for those games" or "I've no need to win adoration" etc). And coupled with a poster of a beetle hunk as part of the advertising it finally FINALLY clicks for Lurien what is Happening.

And Lurien bless his heart tries to. Help? By saying "You don't need to win my affections this way, you know. I don't even have a preference for strength." Which is intended well but makes Hegemol [deflating balloon noises] internally because sorry Lurien his mind is still in flinging mode and takes that to mean he's not the strongest and may in fact be a pity pick.

Anyway Aedmond the butler comes to the rescue that night while making Lurien his tea and explain that he just accidentally turned down Hegemol's courtship advances, and that the *ritual* of it all is very important. And Lurien's single braincell devoted to social things is like OH.................. thank you Aedmond this is why I hired you above all others.

So he still goes to the tourney and Hegemol immediately perks up upon seeing him from the ring like a goddamn golden retriever of a man and starts fuckin beetle brawling with the utmost intensity. And with every fling he glances up at Lurien in his secluded box seat (with Aedmond) and Lurien makes sure to always appear leaning forward maybe with a hand on his heart or something akin to a taken aback swoon, even if he wouldn't normally.

Hegemol ends up getting into the final match against his own first squire, Gytha, who is my huge Trans Hercules Beetle and she's definitely here to get some bitches. She and Hegemol normally brawl whenever they see each other, it's their tradition, but *normally* Gytha wins. She's younger, more spry, and as his squire knows a lot of his weak points as he's the one that trained her, and she's since developed her own fighting style and methods once she was knighted. She also has the huge Hercules Beetle horns that make it easier for her to grab and fling even huge bugs like Heg. (She is also, notably, the only non-enemy bug Hegemol will ever use his full strength against, because he knows she can take it.)

Their match may even go longer than the preliminaries because when Hegemol actually cares about what losing means (it means nothing to Lurien but yknow, Fling Brain in full swing here), he doesn't just give up on the first grab from Gytha. He squeezes his hands into her horns right before she flips him and wrenches them off of him, he traps her neck between his horns in a move that she's barely able to get out of, all sorts of shit that has the crowd going wild and Lurien now *fully* invested because I don't think he's ever seen Hegemol really display his strength like this. And Aedmond sits there like :> (sipping his drink) because oops my lord has actually fallen for the beetle courtship for real. What a shame, what a shame.

Gytha and Hegemol get to the point where they're both shaking from exhaustion after such a long bout, she can't even heft him to fling if she wanted to, and she's also caught on by the fact that her old mentor keeps looking up at *something* that he, for once, has a stake in this. She goes in for a misplaced grab that she knows will be met with resistance and all but helps to throw her weight into the hurl as Hegemol uses the last of his strength to send her skidding on her back toward the edge of the ring. She'd never tell him she did that on purpose, but also in her mind it's better to have helped her old man get some than to admit she was defeated for real (which she would have been and she knows it).

Crowd goes fucking wild, Lurien finally lets out that breath he's been holding, Aedmon sips his tea and hands Lurien a fan, Hegemol is named this year's beetle brawl champion. And all is well.

He does get a few days off after that because grandpa definitely pushed himself too far but hooogh he's the happiest bug in the world.

And after that, he doesn't super get the urge to join the brawl again once Lurien and he are rather committed to each other. He does still get cycles, but the desire to "prove himself" as a mate fades significantly. He may still toss Ogrim if Lurien happens to be watching, but he's content to know he 'won' his spot at Lurien's side.

#lurimol #mighty hegemol #lurien the watcher #hollow knight headcanon

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thelittlepingu · 3 months

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⋞ It's Dangerous game after all. }] く⁠コ⁠:⁠彡

Splatoon Manga/Coroika x Isekai? Reader

⋞ A Massage of the unknown

5-Feb-2024 <-!!

[{ you were waiting longer than you thought... But it's worth it right?,you will win and you will, matter or not you are going to, if it's making you the False Hero then so be it.. you were more than the false Hero itself.}]

The uncertainty has Spoken: the destruction of your doing it's in every one journey none of them were safe

[{Reader will be called [{Redacted}]/Familiar in this and Will be using They/Them pronounce just for Everyone to enjoy in every Page,this will keep going in the future page}]

<<Chapter 4 [{you here}] <- [{previous chapter}] [{On the making}]Chapter 5 ->

At this rate you were looking for your team, none of them are even Here, are you really that early?

. . .

' if they don't come here faster we are going to miss them.. you can't miss this chance.. no you won't, you just have to wait for them hopefully it's not too late... '

You were overthinking, Either The Tournament or Your Friend's, Three of them.. their house or apartment.. you don't really know you were never get to see their house/apartment, but yeah they are far away from your house.. yeah you were worrying about it.. but you also can't miss this chance

A heavy foot step was running towards you, it's probably them.

" [{Redacted}] Waahh!! sorryy sorryy we are late again!! "

" ..Gosh lose yourself Qili, You were running like hell who knows what chasing you behind.. "

" shhhhhsss Rash you are making it worse than this "

" ...At least we are here.. "

" yeah.. at least you guys are here, and thank cod we still have time to watch the Tournament.. "

. . .

Arriving at the Walleye Warehouse.. there's a lot more crowds here than before, much worse most of them are their fans.. no you don't hate their fans but most of them.. are something.. it depends okay

It is likely that they are going to crush the blue team.. then they get distracted and lose, just like how the plot does... gosh you felt really sorry for Qili that she had hoped that The S4 will crush them but turn out again as a disappointed

What a shame.. you really want to see the blue team lose.. when you mean lose eventually lose without a rematch... the person who wrote Coroika really needs to nerf Goggles because what in the Agony is this..

This is not making sense at all.. not making sense at all.. but.. you can fight the truth.. you have to deal with it eventually, Goggles move with their team is just an unlucky lucky fortune

On the side of it.. most of your team are excited.. Rash.. he just.. looks okay with it you guess that he already knows that the blue team is eventually going to win.. though he still seeks excitement to crush them without words..

Qili.. she is definitely mad.. annoyed that's all you can say, she is just annoyed and amused at the same time, that the blue team can get this far..

While Alef.. he just looks calm, he observes the move and the tactics.. but you can be sure that he has a little struggle while trying to catch up with the blue team move... We'll at least he try right?

Mask take out the ^Seeker Bomb Rush!!^ and well most of the Blue team get hit by it, wow.. okay sure.. that's a bold move, but pretty much they are still going to lose

Bobbles was laughing.. yet thank cod you already watched the Manga So you already know what she is saying.. we'll look like she already took out her special weapons.. God that is funny

Spec and goggles start to Ink up the Place.. well you can guess that they are combining their Weapon for this, oh well look at that goggles is flying hitting all well mostly all the opponent while Headphones Taking care the One that escapes

Mask swug his roller, well that record is now gone, the record he didn't swing his roller but still can win the game without it..

. . .

The blue team has won.. well it's time for you and your team to take a leave.

. . .

And yet again... Rider spots you.. wonder what he thinks of...

. . .

Honestly you probably know the right way to crush them until they beat

. . .

[{ To Be Continued }] く⁠コ⁠:⁠彡

<<Chapter 4 [{you here}] <- [{previous chapter}] [{On the making}]Chapter 5 ->

#splatoon rider #splatoon x reader #splatoon goggles #splatoon manga #splatoon #coroika goggles #coroika rider #splatoon mask #coroika mask #coroika #x you #x y/n #x reader #gn reader #isekai

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One more!

Maybe this won't be so heavy if you carry it too

Quick thing #3.

Some lunch break angst. Shannon/Mary + Beatrice. Thank you for the prompt @kasadilla11!

Beatrice learns quickly after joining the OCS that Mary and Shannon are together. It’s shocking to her, not just that it’s true but that they seem to put little to no effort into hiding it. They’re not holding hands at dinner, but Beatrice, who is very good both at being exactly where she is supposed to be and at minding her own business, happens upon them kissing three times in her first two months at Cat’s Cradle. Each time, it’s the middle of the day. Each time, it’s out in the open.

The first time they don’t notice her. Beatrice stares for a moment, caught in shock and a blend of other things that don’t make her proud—jealousy and resentment and shame.

Beatrice doesn’t know either Mary or Shannon well. She’s just started and they’re not the most accessible people. She respects that, being rather reserved herself, and she’s not quick to judge. Still, she has her first impressions, and what little she’s heard from the other girls seem to back those up. Mary is strong and strategic and irreverent. She is an unorthodox but incredibly skilled fighter, and she believes in the cause, even if not in the Church itself. Shannon, of course, is the halo-bearer. She’s chosen. She’s worthy. She carries something holy, something powerful, something beyond herself. It only makes sense that she is brilliant and dedicated. Given what Beatrice knows about the fate of halo-bearers, about the responsibility they bear, it makes sense that she’s guarded, as well.

She has heard some of the other girls call her cold, but there is only warmth in the smile on Shannon’s face as she moves forward to kiss Mary. There is only warmth in the way her fingers rest on Mary’s cheekbone as she presses their lips together, in the way her whole body leans into the action, giving and taking at the same time. There is only warmth in the spark of light that Beatrice sees in the small gap between Shannon’s back and the wall, bright and pure and holy.

She averts her gaze as soon as she is able to gather herself and walks quickly but quietly in the other direction. She doesn’t tell anyone about what she saw but it’s hard to get out of her mind. She thinks about how Shannon has chosen to keep that part of herself, that capacity for love and tenderness, locked away. She knows a little bit about how much it must hurt.

The second time, they do notice her. Beatrice is coming back from a training session, practice bo in hand. She stops short when she sees them pressed together, but before she can get away, Mary sees her. They lock eyes briefly, and then Mary looks away, whispers something to Shannon. After a moment, Shannon’s hands tracing down Mary’s arms and squeezing her wrists, they break apart. Whey they walk past her, she gets no acknowledgement beyond a barely perceptible nod from Mary.

Shannon had already been distant, and nothing really changes. She interacts with Beatrice professionally and does nothing more than that. She’s not impolite, but she makes no effort to speak to Beatrice beyond what is absolutely necessary. She catches Mary eyeing her curiously a few times, and at first it makes her nervous, but it occurs to her that if Mary wanted her to be intimidated, she would certainly know it.

Instead, she seems to be…trying to get to know her. She talks to Beatrice as much as anyone else, maybe slightly more. Not that that’s a lot. Still, it’s something. Beatrice sees her smile a small smile when she wins the impromptu tournament the sisters organize for fun one morning when Mother Superion has been called away. She allows herself to feel a tiny bit of pride, straightens her shoulders. Mary winks at her. She thinks, as she lets herself take a few minutes longer than she normally would in the shower, that it’s possible that Mary likes her.

Of course, it’s that same afternoon that she catches them for the third time. It’s the most compromising position—Shannon has Mary pressed against a column near the armory, her mouth on Mary’s neck and her hand wandering somewhere beneath Mary’s shirt. This shocks her so much that she lets out an involuntary, “Oh.”

Shannon looks up, her eyes like a challenge. She pulls her hand back to rest on Mary’s waist over her shirt but does not put any distance between their bodies. Beatrice nearly runs in the opposite direction and locks herself in her room. She sits alone at dinner, which has become her usual practice anyway, and she pretends as though nothing happened when she sees Shannon at evening prayer. She goes to bed early while the other girls go to the kitchen to make tea.

She repeats this pattern until a few nights later when she can’t any longer. Beatrice doesn’t say anything and she doesn’t intend to, but she knows Mary and Shannon have no reason to know or believe that, so she isn’t shocked when Shannon knocks on her door after evening prayer.

“Do you have a minute?”

The intonation indicates a question but Shannon is crossing into Beatrice’s room and turning the small chair by her desk to face the bed where Beatrice sits before Beatrice has a chance respond. She was only ever going to say yes, but the message about who has the power in their conversation is received. She doesn’t bother to answer, just watches Shannon expectantly. Shannon takes the time to make herself comfortable, crossing her legs at the knee and leaning back in the chair, arms crossed. Beatrice had been getting ready to braid her hair and now she waits, sitting on the end of her bed, elastics and brush next to her on top of her duvet.

“Mother Superion and Father Vincent are aware of the nature of my relationship with Mary. They don’t know anything specific, because even though the OCS is…different to other orders, it’s still part of the Church. And I have taken vows that I haven’t formally renounced.”

The formally doesn’t go unnoticed.She pauses, and Beatrice isn’t sure what to say other than, “Okay.”

The look Shannon gives her is appraising and unimpressed, and Beatrice thinks maybe she should offer more, give some kind of reassurance. She doesn’t want Shannon to think that she hates her or that she’s disgusted by what she saw. She’s afraid, suddenly, that she’s given that impression, that her silence is no better than the whispers of her classmates in the locker room. Worse, maybe, because Beatrice knows how her own mind can fill in blank spaces.

The words rush out of her, then, breathy and in a higher pitch than normal, almost frantic. “I wasn’t planning on telling anyone what I saw. I promise. I’ve seen you before, and I didn’t say anything then, either. It’s not my business, and I don’t…” She hesitates. She wants to say that she doesn’t judge, but she isn’t, to her own embarrassment, sure that it’s true. In fact, she knows it’s not true. She feels everything she felt in that hallway the first time she saw them, and every time since, every ugly thing right there in her brain and on her heart. Before she understands what’s happening, she’s crying. It’s mortifying and she wipes her eyes quickly. “I’m sorry. I’m so sorry. I don’t know what’s wrong with me. I won’t tell anyone. I promise.”

Shannon is looking at her the same way she looks at the other girls when they’re sparring—like she’s taking notes for later, figuring out the way she works. Beatrice cries harder and hates herself but forces herself to meet Shannon’s eyes. She feels so far from herself, from control, but she can’t stop, needs Shannon to understand. “I wouldn’t. I wouldn’t. It’s…I’m…I…I understand. Shannon, I…I understand.” She’s unintentionally opened a door and now she can’t shut it. Me too, she wants to scream. Me too. She doesn’t know what to do, can’t make herself stop crying but can’t let herself say more.

“Please.” She doesn’t know what she’s asking for, but she watches surprise register in Shannon’s eyes, then something softer, and suddenly she’s next to Beatrice, an arm around her shoulders and a voice in her ear.

“It’s okay, Beatrice. It’s okay.”

She sits with Beatrice for an hour, at least, letting her cry and then picking up Beatrice’s brush and scooting back on her bed until her back hits the wall. It’s such an out-of-character action for the hard, graceful warrior nun that Beatrice has to blink to be sure but yes, there’s Shannon, legs in a v-shape. She pats the space between them with the hand not holding the brush and Beatrice pulls herself back, sits criss-cross applesauce while Shannon brushes and braids her hair.

“If you ever want to talk about it,” she says conversationally as she ties a band around the bottom of one braid, “I’m here.” Beatrice knows suddenly that she waited until Beatrice didn’t have to look into her eyes to make this offer. It’s a kindness that has her blinking away more tears.

“No pressure, of course.” She’s braiding the second section of hair now, and she’s nonchalant, could very well be telling Beatrice about an article she read over breakfast. “I don’t want to make assumptions but I think we might have some things in common. I had no intention of breaking my vows. I joined as a person of faith. I still am. I’ve just…come to understand some things about myself and about the Church differently. I have plenty of reasons to repent. My love for Mary isn’t one of them. The way that I love isn’t one of them.”

They sit quietly as she finishes the second braid, and she gives Beatrice a few more minutes of quiet before squeezing her shoulders and moving from the bed, Beatrice shifting to sit against her pillows.

“I’m serious, Beatrice. Come talk to me anytime you want to. Mary, too. It’s easier, sometimes, not to carry things alone.”

Beatrice nods and says, “Thank you.” There’s no way that she can express the gratitude that she feels. Shannon nods and smiles and leaves Beatrice to her thoughts.

The next day, when Beatrice goes to prepare for training, she finds that her practice bo have been replaced with foam pool toys, her tunic with a life vest. Mother Superior is gone for the day, and she hesitates before deciding that she can have a little harmless fun. Shannon laughs from across the courtyard when she emerges holding a foam noodle with a dragon’s head, face deadly serious, and approaches the novitiate with whom she’s set to spar. A few minutes later Mary finds her and trades her for a bo, clapping her on the back and leaving Beatrice feeling less lonely than she has in a long time.

Over the next several months, Beatrice does seek Shannon out, tentative and skittish. Shannon is patient and kind and never pushes, and sometimes it’s all Beatrice can do to sit quietly with her as they pray, letting herself be with someone who is like her and unapologetic, who shares her values, who loves Mary and God and refuses to believe that she cannot do both at the same time.

Sometimes, they talk. Shannon says, matter of factly, “It took me a long time to understand that I can be queer and love God.”

She says, without hesitation, “The Church has hurt so many people, individually and systematically and without apology, all in the name of God. There is so much harm in the history of our faith. I’m trying, now, to help make the world better, even if I can never make up for what the Church has done.”

Beatrice knows this is true, has wrangled for a long time with the violence of her faith, literal and metaphorical, and with the violence she still does in its name. She spends days thinking about Shannon’s face as she told her, quietly, about the weekend she spent as a teenager staring at a bottle of her older brother’s pain pills and a bottle of vodka she had stolen from her parents’ cabinet. Where is God in that?

Sometimes, she talks about Mary. “I hurt her very badly, at first,” Shannon says into the low light of Beatrice’s room, their legs pressed together as they share the small space of Beatrice’s bed, “And over time I realized that it didn’t work, to carve out exceptions for myself. Why would she believe that I could love queer people, that I could be okay with her even just as a friend, when I hated that part of me? I still struggle, but it’s…she’s…loving her is a kind of miracle.” The halo brightens the room and Beatrice is reminded of how something holy lives in Shannon, not that she ever really forgets.

She asks, sometimes, “Do you want to talk about it?”

And sometimes, Beatrice does. Sometimes she lets herself talk about her father’s cold eyes and the sting of her mother’s hand, the hurt and the shame and the loneliness. She still lives in those emotions, in ways that Shannon doesn’t, and Beatrice wonders if she’ll ever be where Shannon is. It’s doubtful, of course. Shannon has Mary and a love that brought her new perspective. Beatrice isn’t sure she could accept that kind of love, even if it ever found her. Still, Shannon is right. It’s a burden that’s less heavy when shared.

She knows, as soon as they pick her up, that Shannon’s not going to make it. There’s Divinium everywhere, her torso a patchwork of blue light, and Shannon’s eyes are resigned in a way that makes Beatrice wants to scream. She doesn’t, of course, but she doesn’t lie to Mary either. It’s a truth Mary already knows, anyway.

When it’s time, she kisses her forehead, and she leaves, forces everything she’s feeling down and down and down as she moves back to an active defensive position.

She finds Mary later, in her room, and when she shifts slightly in her bed, Beatrice moves to sit beside her. She offers her hand, palm up on the duvet between them, and Mary takes it.

She cannot bring Shannon back. She cannot fix it. She misses her deeply, a pain unlike anything she’s ever felt before, but she’s not under the impression that she and Mary are the same. She’s not sure Mary would want to share the weight of Shannon’s absence, even if she could. Beatrice doesn’t ask her to, not now at least. Now, she sits with Mary in her room, and loves her, and doesn’t let her suffer alone. They’re quiet together, for a long, long time.

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