#the worse they behave the stronger my words for them get honestly

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Do you think some of the backlash Engage got came from Edelstans who were salty that the game didn't adhere to their narrative of "FE is all about all dragons bad, humanity good"?

I wasn't aware Engage got backlash tbh. I know it wasn't particularly well loved and that players moved on from it pretty fast (I similarly moved on pretty fast and didn't even bother finishing the DLC because it felt pointless to do so. It was too difficult too early on, but if I finished it late game when it'd be easier, I'd have the DLC units for so short a time in that run it would be pointless), but I didn't see it get any specific backlash.

If it did then yeah, I can only figure it came from Those Stans. Anyone who has played FE for longer than Three Houses (most people either started at FE7, FE9/10, FE13 or FE14 prior to Houses) doesn't give a shit about that stuff that because we all know that's not the narrative of the franchise. In fact, usually it's an internal conflict between dragons.

For anyone less aware of the dragons' story in previous titles:

Basically you've got Naga in one continuity (FE1-5 and the remakes) who made a call that a group of dragons didn't agree with and they turned against her, refusing to forgo their pride as dragons (i.e. they could stay as dragons and eventually go insane because of the decline at the time (something not present in FE4-5 which happens before FE1-3's timeline), or they could switch to a human form and live as humans and stay sane). It ended up in a long running feud between them.

Some of those dragons were bad apples and those are your endgame villains. Since the timeline starts with the Jugdral games, you get Loptous first who doesn't vibe with Naga (who at this time doesn't interfere with humans and doesn't believe in dragons doing so) and they're enemies. Loptous is the big baddie because he wants to conquer the continent, so his motivation is basically just dragon!Edelgard (nice irony at least), and he surrounds himself with people who are loyal to him and kills the rest (Edelgard lol).

During this time you're in gen 2, and during gen 2 the protagonist is led by a human loving dragon who never even announces his identity as a dragon and assists the human in surviving against the big bad dragon. Since the big bad dragon wants to kill the bloodlined people and enslave the rest as part of his conquest, you could say it technically falls right into his war with Naga. Conquer a continent, get a bunch of mooks to fight for you and have the power of a whole ass continent behind you. It would help him in fighting the dragons who sided with Naga. Thankfully we have mister human loving dragon who won't let that happen.

Later in the timeline is FE1, where we have big bad Medeus who is in a similar boat (except this is like 1000 years post Jugdral). Doesn't agree with Naga and wants to fight her. Starts conquering a continent with his little human mooks. By this point Naga has realized that isolated the dragons from humans was a mistake and enlists Marth's help. Medeus is defeated but comes back for FE3.

FE2 was about dragons among humans and the pros and cons of it. Happened between FE1 and FE3. There was no mention of All Dragons Bad because each dragon was seen as a god to the humans and they respected them (similarly to Jugdral's part in the timeline, where all the characters' gods are actually dragons).

Come FE6, that timeline is ditched entirely until FE13. FE6 and FE7 are about dragons and humans living in peace, and how a war broke out between them because humans got too fucking greedy and started killing them (so the dragons retaliated, got defeated and went into hiding behind a sealed door so the humans would leave them the fuck alone). The general idea behind these two games is, similarly to other other titles, about human greed.

Jugdral expresses this by Naga shutting out humanity because she saw how greedy they were after saving them once, seeing humans fighting each other again and again and again - especially the ones who got greedy because they had the power to conquer, which was given to them by the dragons. Basically the dragons in their goodwill gave humans losing a war the power to survive the war/fight back again, and then years later humans used that power to start more wars. Naga decided nope and stopped interacting with them. Mind you, in no part of these games does Naga personally ever try to help humans. She stuck to her guns regarding no helping humans and in background info from the creator apparently made it law not to interact with them.

FE8 ditches the concept of dragons almost entirely, having a manakete character who is pretty much completely irrelevant to the main plot.

FE9/10 don't focus on dragons as the Big Picture and are instead equally incorporate into the story with everything else. The racial issues aren't between humans and dragons, but instead just humans (referred to in these games as beorc, with "human" being used as an insult similar to a slur due to sub-human being used for laguz) and laguz. Dragons are a sub species of laguz and are generally neutral in conflict, with only some individuals acting with motivation.

So that all said, older fans with awareness of all this (especially prior to playing Houses, i.e. Houses wasn't their first game) don't look at Engage through Houses tinted lenses. We look at it as any other entry and base it accordingly. Nobody who has played the older titles prior to Houses seems to have any backlash against it. Most seem to find it mediocre as best as a game, but overall have no issues with the story and just mainly see it as much more lighthearted than most FE stories.

That said, yeah, the only people I can imagine giving outright backlash are people who are angry that the formula didn't follow its roots because in their ignorance, all they know being pixel waifu, goes against their beloved Agarthan/humanity/Agarthan-brainwashed-Edelgard narrative.

Engage follows the story of good and bad dragons, and the good dragons being friends with humanity while the bad dragons get fought by the good dragons and their human friends. It didn't continue CF's narrative because CF was the outlier in Houses in the first place, literally intended to be the villain route, and surprise surprise, the villain route is when dragons are the enemy.

In FE7's case in particular, there are only good dragons and they fight the big bad human who is obsessed with dragons because of their power. The final boss is a dragon who came out of the gate because Nergal tricked three dragons out basically, and in seeing humans the dragons reacted violently (which like, can you blame them? After everything humans put them through for pure greed?). Ninian had to kill them to stop them from rampaging, but she said it "wasn't their fault" (it wasn't), and she was only strong enough at the time to take two of them down, so you're left to fight the last one.

In FE8, the only dragon you get isn't bad and is just from a place got attacked and destroyed, so she's the only survivor who Ephraim helped, so she joins your army.

In other wordssss... every single FE has had the same general theme for each story. CF is intentionally the only outlier and while yes the devs 100 percent fully intended to make Edelgard lovable and were they themselves obsessed with her, it doesn't change the fact that it was made to specifically be the route where you sided with the bad guys. They do acknowledge her as the villain, they're just so obsessed with her that it comes across as her not being a villain. They also can't seem to handle becoming attached to a villain they wrote because then they don't want them to be a villain and suddenly can't commit to the route properly anymore. Wah wah.

I wrote about that stuff recently more than once so I won't do it again beyond that, but... yeah, anyone who knows the standard FE formula knows Engage is the same as all the others. Nobody who understands that is gonna complain about the overall story or be mad that it's not some humanity-is-best fantasy (when even irl most people are aware that it's not and that humans are literally destroying the planet lmao...).

Honestly, seeing how detached from reality those stans are is utterly baffling but also disgusting. That is, of course, assuming they're not all imperialists irl and yadda yadda, which I'm sure some are even if not all (as an American I can say that tends to be the average American straight white man mindset, and like Edelgard considers Fodlan "the world" in both games, said Americans also tend to view America as the world itself and conveniently forget other places exist). Most are probably just so detached from the reality of what they're defending so intensely and taking so seriously that they don't see or realize how horrific it all sounds.

Again though, being that detached and obsessive is just... insanely unhealthy to points those words alone can't describe. Also, to play a totally unrelated-to-another-timeline-in-the-franchise game and yet still judge it based on less than a fourth of the content in a previous timeline-isolated entry is pretty deranged (and I say less than a fourth because CF is several chapters shorter than all the other routes, so it's not even a fourth of a game with four routes).

If people are genuinely going to judge all other FE titles based on their imperialist pixel waifu, I'd prefer them to just not play the franchise at all. FE as a franchise is not CF The Franchise.

Also, that fictional/dragon race hating mindset feels like something that's the beginning of something much worse, i.e. actually being racist toward real people because it gets you thinking a certain way that may stick with you, you know?

These people are why the FE fandom has such a horrible reputation nowadays. They're also the reason why Edelgard as a character is as controversial as she is. Many people who hate her hate her because her stans have shoved their bullshit down their throat when people weren't even talking about her or were peacefully on their own space of the internet (i.e. their own Tumblr, Twitter etc). I've seen several people actually admit to this - that they didn't originally hate her but the stans made them actually hate her.

Stans have literally tried to go at me for posting things that I didn't even tag outside of my standard DCB Comments tag. The second they find something from the For You section (or back when Tumblr search for some reason showed posts based on the content in it and not based on the tags (which iirc they fixed?)), they can't hold themselves back and continue scrolling and ignore it. They can see it's not tagged and interact anyway, ridiculing and attacking people for posting "hate" (read: usually just literary criticism) that isn't even posted in any variation of Edelgard's tags.

See, here's the thing. I love Dimitri and Claude and I've seen plenty of shit takes about them that I loathe with my very being. But like, I know people with opinions that strong already are not going to agree with me. Ever. I'm not gonna bother wasting my time trying to change their mind or argue with them because it's just going to be an irritating back and forth. I see a bad take on them and I keep scrolling and ignore it, because interacting with them/the posts gets nobody anywhere at all. Unfortunately stans don't have this mindset and feel they have to attack anyone they can find. Funny really, how much like their imperialist waifu they really are.

So tl;dr as an answer to your question: yes, I do think any backlash for the game was from Edelgard stans, because anyone else playing this franchise has more than zero brain cells and can figure out that Engage is a very standard and normal addition to the franchise. Many people don't really care for it, but there wasn't any outright backlash from anyone else that I've seen.

#DCB Ask #the worse they behave the stronger my words for them get honestly #they went from annoying to just outright dangerous and disgusting #I've seen the whole thing going around about a totally unrelated to social media author getting harassed for their fic #it's honestly extremely tiring to have to be careful what you post that isn't even fucking tagged #and I've reached this line of like... I've stopped caring and post what I want but also being paranoid abt it #evidently even if you don't get directly attacked by them they DO share shit with each other and bitch abt you #and make up shit about the kind if person you are without even knowing you and just #basing you entirely and completely off a single post they found #like you can't be in this fandom without by extension being one of their potential targets at any given millisecond #even if you're not involved with them or even if you don't even know they exist! even if you're just #innocently existing! they WILL come after you if they decide you don't like Edelgard ''correctly'' #like I said. funny. they act exactly like her so no surprise they're madly in love with her/the idea of her iron fist ruling a continent #one that mind you she refers to as ''the world'' -gags-

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Yoooo wassuuppp???

How's it goiiinnnn????

Have this ig- I might not make a part 2

Tbh I just whipped this out of my ass lol.

TW: Abuse, Panic attack, uh- idk just bad vibes in general (and bad shit going down too ig-)

Superhero isn't exactly the kind of teacher figure you'd expect him to be towards Hero. So when things started to go south, Hero's friend decided that they needed help fast.

Not Yours Truly

Hero was shaking, even more so when he finally heard the door creak open.

The previous mission did not go as planned. An unexpected ambush happened while trying to sneak into Supervillain's base, leading to the injuries of all the heroes that were gathered there. Hero being the one that was supposed to lead them.

"So, I heard that your little mission went south today, hm?" Superhero deadpanned as they closes the door.

Hero freezes on the chair he was sitting on, not daring to move an inch. They needed to choose their words carefully if they ever wanted to get out of this unharmed.

"Well uh-" They started, desperately trying to form a sentence. "W-we were jumped on and outnumbered-"

"Excuses excuses, Hero. You know I don't like those." Superhero says as he walks towards Hero, not even bothering to sit in his chair. He stops right in front of them, an ominous aura forming around him.

They tried not to squirm at the sight and focused on giving an answer. "Yes sir."

Superhero bends down a bit, locking his eyes onto Hero's. "You know, even though I trained you myself, I'm quite disappointed you turned out this way. After all, you are the strongest Hero below me."

'But there's no way I could match Supervillain!' A tiny voice in the do-gooders head said. 'Between me and the two of you, the only way I'd match is if my power was 10× stronger!'

But they bit theired young back and just look away in shame. Hero couldn't do this. They can't believe that they couldn't do this! They were supposed to be strong!

"Look at me Hero," Superhero growled. His face darkens as he forcefully turns their head with his hand.

"Tell me now, did you really think I'll let this slip? You've humiliated me as your teacher!" Superhero's voice was threatening.

Hero squeaked in fear, causing the latter to smile sinisterly. "You think-" Superhero tightens the hold on Hero's chin, "-that getting this reputation of being the best of the best, is so easy?"

Hero, shaking violently now, shuts his eyes tightly while a few tear drops form from the side of his eyes. He knows Superhero can do worse, and he knows for a fact that he might just do that.

"I-"

"Hush, now. I have a suitable punishment for you. Just be good and it'll be over." Superhero carries Hero by their hair, in return causing Hero to whine loudly.

There was no way they could escape this one. The door was probably locked and the whole room was soundproof. They should have seen this coming honestly, but they thought that as long as they behaved, Superhero would spare them. They thought that he might decide to not waste his time on them. To spare them.

But they were wrong. And they were about to pay the price for thinking that they weren't.

It's been a week since Villain has last seen Hero anywhere. And truth be told, they were getting worried. Ever since they've heard that Hero had led a group to try and infiltrate Supervillain's base, they've been worried sick.

They even confronted Supervillain themselves.

But as it turns out, even Supervillain didn't know where "that pestering do-gooder" was. It all led to a dead end.

That was until Henchman brought in a beaten-up-looking Sidekick. The Sidekick in question had her arm around Henchman's shoulder, bruises and wounds littered her body as they slowly limped their way towards Villain.

"Henchman- what is she doing here? And- what happened to her?" They asked a bit flabbergasted. They've seen Sidekick beaten up at times, yes, but this one looked brutal. Everyone knew she could hold her own well enough.

"She has something to say about Hero.." Muttered Henchman, more worried about the person he was holding.

Villain sits up, now interested. Whatever she had to say, if it's about Hero then she can count on them.

"P-please, Hero- a-and Other Hero- they-" Sidekick tried, but failed to say, and went into a fitting cough.

"What about them?"

"Superhero a-and his comrades- they're so brutal- they-" she broke into a sob, barely able to finish the sentence.

Villain was already tense enough, but from the sound of it, Superhero must have done something terrible.

"Just what the hell happened!?" He screamed.

"When we failed to- hic- infultrate Supervillain- Superhero was furious and, and he- hic- beat us up for it-" She sputtered.

"When we heard- that Hero was in Superhero's "care", we knew that- we wouldn't be able to do much- so the others- when Superhero's team finished with us, we- we agreed to save Hero- but we need your help and-" Sidekick let herself collapse onto the floor, she knelt and kept on begging Villain.

"Please! Hero, they're- probably so-" she cried. "O-our last cooperation- you said-"

"That I'd help Hero if I was feeling like it. Yes. I know." Villain was almost done dressing up. "That bitch Superhero..."

Sidekick, finally deciding to raise their head was shocked to find Villain now leaving.

"One last thing-" the Villain turned their heads towards the do-gooder. "Where is Hero right now?"

"W-we're assuming that they're at S-superhero's place. Inside HHQ." Sidekick sniffled, a bit dizzy as the adrenaline started to fade.

Villain turns back and smirks evilly, knowing that around this time of the day, there were few heroes at HHQ.

"Henchman, take care of Sidekick. Also prepare a guest room please."

He walks away as he hears the grunt of Henchman.

Superhero, you've made a grave mistake.

Part 2(??maybe not??)

#villian x hero #hero x villain #hero whumpee #sidekick #not a prompt #snippet #angst #abuse #tw #idk wtf i just made but here have this ig

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omg could you do a dark villain Shoto x fem reader smut?

NSFW 18+ The Pawn— AU Villian! Shoto Todoroki x Fem! Reader

Warning: 18+ content. Unprotected sexual intercourse, alternate universe, toxic relationship, stolkholm syndrome, fluff, angst, gaslighting, manipulation, kidnapping, murder of family, punishment, bdsm, power play, yandere tendencies, etc.

Words: 2,410

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A/N: Thank you so much for your request! I am so sorry it took me forever to do it. But I hope it meets what you’re looking for. This is my first time writing for Shoto so I apologize in advance.

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“Any last words?” Shoto questions with a demeaning scowl of disgust, his index finger becoming restless on the pistol’s trigger. The barrel of the gun is resting on the man’s temple while he pleads for mercy.

“I’ll have your money by next week, I swear!” The man cried.

“You said that last time. To be quite frank, I’m not really fond of your lying, Y/L/N.” Shoto admits, cocking the gun so it can fire. The terrified man’s eyes grew wide as tears stream down his face.

“Shoto,” his breath hitches, “p-please. I have a family to take care of. A wife and two children. Please.”

Horrific muffled screams filled the kitchen where your family reside as the gunshot went off. Blood leaked from your father’s bullet wound onto the floor beneath him. You all were forced to watch, tied up and helpless. Shoto even had his crew gag you so your words would not disturb his business meeting. He hates interruptions.

“Disgusting.” Shoto complains, referencing to some of the blood covering his face. Igniting his left side, he sets your father’s corpse on fire. The smell of burning flesh filled your snot filled nostrils as more whimpers escaped your cloth covered lips. This caught Shoto’s attention.

“You,” he calls out as he makes his way towards your tied up body. He picks you up with ease, throwing you over his muscular shoulder. “Are coming with me.”

Your muffled remarks were no use as well as your kicks. You are terrified and not sure why Shoto, Japan’s notorious killer, is doing in your household right now, but you know it’s not good.

“Sir,” one of the men stopped you two as Shoto is making his way towards the exit. He pauses his motion, waiting for the man’s question. “What do you want us to do with the other two? Heroes will be here any moment.”

Shoto pondered the man’s words for a moment. You are silently pleading that he will just let them go, but that was not even a thought in his mind. “Leave them be.”

“But sir—“

“The house will be burnt to ash in any given moment,” he activates his left side for emphasis, “if you want to stay alive, I suggest you gather up the others and get a move on.”

The man nodded and Shoto begins walking out of the house. You struggle in his grasp, but Shoto remains undisturbed by your antics. Throwing you into the back of a van, he slams the double doors. Now all you are left with is your thoughts.

This doesn’t seem real. It truly can’t be. Your family is being massacred and there is not a thing you can do about it. You can even hear their muzzled screams as your house goes up in flames. Still, you are useless as the van starts and drives far away from the crime scene.

Shoto Todoroki is Japan’s worse nightmare. Numerous accounts of murder, abuse of power, kidnapping, anything terrible had Shoto’s name on it. No one knows much about the villain’s personal life except for his heroic father with a bad temper. Some say it is his fault for the way his son turned out and Shoto would agree, but Shoto’s crimes will not be taken from him. No, they are all his doing and he is proud of it.

“Y/N,” Shoto called, making you snap out of your thoughts. You turn to meet the man that now claims you as his. “Are you alright, love? You hardly touched your food.”

“Oh, I’m fine.” You mumbled, giving a soft smile. Bringing the ramen noodle soup to your lips, you forced yourself to eat the food. Your stomach is in shambles as the thoughts from that night came back. There are still many unanswered questions and unknown puzzle pieces, but that is a life you need to forget about. You are Shoto’s now. You have no choice but to be his.

Shoto studied your features. If there is one thing Shoto is not is dumb. He is observant. Just one wrong look and you are in deep trouble. Considering you have been living with Shoto for over a year now, you have grown accustomed to his ways. You have learned to appease him in anyway to make you happy. Especially if it is going to keep you alive.

“You know I don’t appreciate when you lie to me.” Shoto nonchalantly reminds you, noticing how quickly you swallow when the words flow out off his tongue.

“I-I’m not lying, Shoto. Honestly.” You stammered, hoping he would not notice the fear trickling in your eyes. He did, though. Shoto noticed everything about you. One of the many things you despised about him.

The rest of super was ate in silence. As you have learned, this is never a good sign. When Shoto is quiet, he’s plotting. Usually, it’s your punishment. You can see it in his eyes and the subtle touches he does to you. All to make you feel uneasy. Just like he can read you, you are learning to read him just the same.

Once dinner was over, he gathered the dirty dinning wear and washed them. You remained in your chair until you are granted permission to stand up. Your heart is racing with anticipation. What is Shoto plotting? Especially for something as simple as lying.

“Y/N,” Shoto paused to make sure your attention was his. The hairs on the back of your neck are standing straight along with your body stiffening. You hear him walking towards you, his one cold hand and other warm one rest on your shoulders. “Go upstairs to our shared bedroom.”

“Y-Yes, Shoto.” You mumbled, scurrying up the steps like the good behave girl he taught you to be. If only your filthy little mouth could stop lying.

Shoto is quick to follow after your trembling body. His presence is swallowing you whole as he march up the stairs behind you. Your clammy palm turns the golden doorknob into the master bedroom. You immediately turn around, groping your butt in fear for what may happen to it.

Shoto shuts the door behind him, leaning against it with his arms folded. His face held its usual unamused look as he glares at you.

“I’m giving you one last chance to be honest with me, Y/N.”

“I-I have been honest a-all along, Shoto.” You argued. Shoto’s glare intensified.

“You were thinking about your family again, weren’t you?”

“What? No, I-“

“You’re just like your father.” Shoto scornfully chuckled, strolling towards you. His right hand folded around your neck, giving it a nice squeeze as he whispered in your ear, “and you know how much I truly despise your father.”

His hot breath seemed to linger on the shell of your ear. Your eyes harden as they meet his. His icy hand seemed to make this choking experience even worse. You would get frostbite if it gets any colder, but something in you snapped. You have not fought back in months. You became the submissive girl Shoto desperately wanted you to be yet you are still in the same position as many times before.

“You’re one to talk.” You choked out. The hold on your neck became stronger, circulation being lost to your organs. You are pushed onto the bed, Shoto’s muscular form on top of you.

“Don’t you ever compare me to that monster again, understand me?” Shoto growls as he watch you struggle beneath him. You started to turn pale as your body loses its natural color from lack of air flow. His hatred from his father and yours is taking over as you slowly start to become unconscious. He finally lets go.

You cough, grasping for air. It felt like there was not enough in there to supply your deprived body. Especially with Shoto’s suffocating presence on top of you.

“You have some real nerve talking to me like that, Y/N. When will you learn that your family is the true bad guys in the situation, not me. They screwed me over and I came for what they owed me. You’re just a pawn.”

“You’re lying..” You mumbled out in disbelief. Shoto’s devious grin just grew wider at the tears in your eyes.

“I’m not like your father.” Shoto spats, venom dripping from every wretched word. Your heart is aching and this only fuels the fire.

“Fuck you.” You hissed, warm tears streaming down your face. Shoto only chuckled at your mere offense.

“I plan on it.”

Your look of disgust was ignored as Shoto’s lips trailed from your neck to your lips. You forced yourself to kiss back. You always do. You two had sex plenty of times and sadly, you enjoyed it, but when it’s used for punishment or after he has tears down any sheer ounce of self esteem you possessed it is quite difficult to get in the mood.

“Why do you keep me here?” You finally breathe out as your lips disconnect. Shoto furrowed his eyebrows together.

“Because your family is dead.”

“I know that!” You exclaimed. Shoto is very intelligent, but someone who is also literal. He does not always catch onto what you’re actually trying to ask. “I mean, if I’m just some pawn, why keep me here? Why not let me have the same fate as my family?”

Shoto stayed silent. He pondered how he should answer this. He just started touching you outside of the bedroom a couple months ago. It even took him a long time to have sexual intercourse with you. He knows he could have killed you off. He is sure of it. You have been a pain in his ass since he collected you for payment yet you’re still here.

“I don’t know.” Shoto answered, truthfully.

You sigh. You are not sure what answer you were expecting, but knowing where this is leading does not make you feel any better about yourself. You just feel more used.

Silence over fell you two. Shoto is in deep thought as so are you. You are worried that your days are numbered now, but Shoto was not even thinking about that. He is more thinking of himself and how he can’t murder you. He actually likes having you around. He may never say it and his facial features will never show it, but with you by his side, his frozen heart starts to thaw. Just by your simple glimpses and touches.

Part of him hated you for that.

“Shoto,” you whisper, catching his attention. You made yourself look away. You have so many conflicting thoughts. Shoto is all you have now and in all honesty, you have grown not to hate the guy. You love the soft touches and the way he keeps you warm at night. He is so observant of the slightest of things. That’s more than your family has ever given you.

Your right hand cupped his cheek. He seemed slightly tense by the action, but he instantly fell into your touch. Your thumb grazed his cheek.

“I-I,” you meet his gaze, “I enjoy your company.” You admit. Shoto kept silent, but your words meant something to him. You both are not good with this kind of stuff. You were never taught it. This is the closest thing you two will ever get to ‘I love you.’

Your lips connected once again. During the process, each one of your articles of clothing was discarded to the ground below. Shoto kissed down your exposed breast, stomach, and finally stopped at your pussy. He swiped his tongue between your folds sending chills down your spine along with needy moans escaping your parted lips.

“Shoto, please.“ You whined, wanting him to make you soaked already, but you are on Shoto’s terms. He gets to decide everything.

Luckily, he did not make you wait long as tongue swirled on your sensitive clit. Your legs rested on his shoulders as he devoured you. Small groans is all Shoto could do as his tongue explored every inch of your pussy. Not a spot was missed nor would he allow there to be. Your clit was being the most spoiled. Your entrance was then meet shortly after. You did your best to conceal your sweet melodies of pleasure, but Shoto is not allowing you to do so.

“You have a voice for a reason. Use it.” He orders in a low growl amongst your cunt.

“Shoto,” you sob, “I’m about to cum. Please.”

You arched your back as your cunt was about to release. Shoto sped up the pace, helping you meet your climax even sooner. On que, you sing sweet little melodies of moans as you release into the man’s mouth. Every drop was swallowed by him.

Shoto stood up, grabbing your hips to pull you closer to the edge of the bed. “Keep your eyes on me at all times. Understood?”

You nod, eagerly. “Yes, Shoto.”

Shoto aligned his erection with your weeping entrance. Shortly after, your walls are hugging his length as it dives deeper and deeper into you. Each thrust loosened you even more and he kept a steady pace. You gripped the expensive European satin bedsheets as you babbled incoherent words and phrases. You kept your eyes locked on Shoto the whole time just like he ordered.

“Shoto.” You finally moan aloud as his dick is inside of you.

“Yeah, you like that, baby?” He groans. Your crying cunt was dripping with your slick onto the fabric of the bed and on Shoto’s cock.

“Yes.” You manage to blurt out as you gasp for more. His cock felt amazing no matter how much you wanted to hate him for it. This is one of the ways he shows affection. You learned to accept that.

Shoto’s hands find their way to your bouncing titties. The difference between temperatures sent your body into overdrive. He loved seeing the lewd faces you make as he used his power to pleasure you. Shoto’s dick did not stop thrusting into you through this process either though it is twitching.

Pre-cum leaks into your cunt. Shoto removes his hands from your breast as he picks up the pace. His knees start to buckle beneath him as cum flows from his cock. Every drop is milked from him until he pulls outs.

This is his way of saying ‘I love you.’

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The ball is in his court

Fixing ACOSF Part 8

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Summary:  Cassian knows Nesta is supposed to dance with Eris and lure him into a stronger alliance with the Night Court. He knows he's been forbidden from getting close to her during the whole event. He knows she loves to dance. He knows he wants to be the one swinging with her.

A/N: angst because Cassian got very little character development in the book for someone who had that much family drama to deal with. It's not that big of a change as other chapters, but I thought it made sense to add this here with how these three acted in the ball.

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Cassian stood firmly on his feet as he made Mor spin once again. The House was playing music for them, and in some strange way, he felt it getting annoyed at how many times he had demanded to go- "Again". The waltz had just finished, and he was already positioning himself to start all over.

"Cass, you already know the moves, you've been dancing these for centuries" she laughed it off "I honestly don't think you need any more practice for tomorrow."

"Again" he insisted.

With a sigh, his friend went back to first position, seven feet away from him. The sound the House played for them was more like a trumpet with a shoe stuck in it than the beautiful harmonies they had been practicing with.

"Please, I want to make sure I get it right before we leave for the ball" Cassian gave her his best pout face, which made Mor roll her eyes.

"You are not going to dance with her, Cass. You got clear instructions from Rhys about that. I don't even know why I'm helping you with this, we both heard you are not allowed near her." The House probably felt like Mor was doing a good enough job at remprimanding him for his stubbornnes, because the melody of the waltz started playing again, and they moved to the sound of it. "Gods, you two are already making this way harder than it needs to be with your non-stop fucking" Cassian laughed, but Mor was not in the mood for joking, "This is serious. I heard Rhys complain about how long it took to hide your scent on her." With their palms in the air almost touching, they turned and gave two steps back "Behave." she reminded him of what his role was tomorrow night, and how important it was that he didn't ruin Nesta's mission by approaching her at all.

Cassian smiled again. "I'll try my best".

"Cassian" her tone made clear that she was not amused by the idea of what he may do with with all this dance practice.

"I know, I know. I'll be a good General Commander and stand by my High Lord's side the entire night, while she dances with Eris Vanserra" the lightness with which he spoke did very little to hide the feelings behind it. The jealousy.

Mor let him guide the dance, shadows in her eyes. Their imminent visit to Hewn City must be disturbing her, specially knowing both his father and Eris would be there. The stress of the negotiations with Vallahan was wearing her down as well.

"Why do you insist on going after her?" The sudden dryness she spoke with took him by surprise, and so did the question itself. Nesta and whatever the nature of his relationship with her was, wasn't a topic they ever talked about. For the last couple of years, they avoided the subject, pretending it didn't exist. That's why it felt so odd how mad she seemed to be now without any previous warning that the matter was present in her thoughts at all. That it could disturb her so much, was the most unexpected part of it.

It rubbed him the wrong way, but Cassian kept on moving, the smile in his eyes not fading one bit as he looked into hers to answer.

"Jealous that I'm spending my time with her and not you lately?"

The blonde's gaze pierced through him with a cold disdain he hadn't prepared himself for either. "Not at all. Unlike you, I understand what an order is." Ouch. "I don't blame you for following Rhys' command and babysitting her when he asked you to. She's your job, I guess."

"She is not a job"

"Cassian" His friend hardly ever called his full name. This was now the second time in a matter of minutes.

The conversation was taking a turn he didn't like as a sense of danger that made him on guard sat between them. But it was his best friend talking, his sister, so he ignored his instincts and kept moving to the rhythm. He tried to be graceful and move with precision, imagining it was Nesta's pale hand in his.

"I'm serious. You really need to come back from this recess sooner or later. Better if you choose the former, considering you have a job to do, a role to play as the rest of us do. Her included." The dance required him to spin her twice, an artificial pause in her speech as she twirled on his arms "I'm sure it was fun, but Feyre already revoked the order, so it's time you move on and take things seriously again. You have no idea how bad the treaty with Vallahan is going. We must prepare for the worse, have the armies ready".

"You think being here with her is some kind of vacation?"

The flow of her practiced movements didn't disappear for a second as she dissed Nesta, which was unsettling. Apparently, it came natural to her and putting these thoughts into words required no effort. For how long had Mor been thinking this way about his stay in the House of Wind?

"You sure smell like you are having a good time". Mor gave a step forward to the beat of the orchestra. Cassian didn't follow her movement, their bodies colliding.

It was now making him truly angry. Not just her usual dismiss of Nesta, which he had grown accustomed to, but the little care she was showing for him. He hadn't been working less on Illyria for the past months, his duty with Nesta being piled up on top of his previous responsibilities, and in addition to his new assignments as courtier to cover up her absence. He was working his ass off.

Countless, sleepless nights trying to come up with new ideas to help Nesta weren't something he had told her about, but she certainly knew about the exhaustion they put him through. The fighting, the struggle. Having to finally face how lost she was and stop pretending he had nothing to do with it had been a wake up call. Trying to put the pieces together, a painfully slow process they were still working on. They were achieving it bit by bit... and together, he wanted to think. It had been anything but a vacation.

His biggest regret, however, was printed all over her words, truth slipping through the cracks in the lie he had crafted for himself so long ago. That's why Mor's words hit him like a punch in the guts, because he had actually treated Nesta as a job in the beginning, and Nesta probably had thought the same thing -if she didn't still feel about it like that. A job. Cassian flinched. An order given to him to follow, and not his own decision to sought her and be there for her after the war.

"This is not time off for me, and, again, she is not a job."

Mor wasn't listening, "You need to be honest with yourself, Cass. You need to come to terms with whatever it is your cock feels for that female, and move on."

"You did not just say that" Cassian was speechless.

Knowing what she knows.

Cassian put distance between them and scanned the room looking for a chair, needing to sit down. There was one left alone by the wall where they had pushed it to have more space for their dancing. He sat before he felt his blood drop to his feet, his head uncomfortably light as his sight became dizzy.

Mor hadn't just said that. She would never cross him like that. Denial took over, his trustful self convincing him he just needed a moment to focus. Once he felt better, he would realize her words were only a friend worrying, not an attack on him. She was helping. Mor was always there for him when he needed a friend. She was only trying to give him some advice.

Then why did it hurt so much to hear those twisted truths from her mouth?

"Oh, come on!" she was saying behind him. Mor's words were distant and distorted, as if he were underwater. It took him a moment to understand and process them. "You saw what she became after the war just as clearly as I did. You did nothing about it, just like I did. And we were okay with that, we have our own life, Cass, and she doesn't fit in it. There is another war waiting for us in the corner that threatens to break this moment of happness we've built. For our future, you need to come back to be who you are, the Cassian I know. I miss him."

Once again, the plain truth. He had drifted away like everyone else. They had all decided that space was what she needed, and when that didn't work, it was once again them deciding what to do with the pieces that were left. He had agreed to every plan, convincing himself they knew what they were doing and they knew her better than she did. That they had any right to pick a path for her, the biggest lie of them all.

And now Mor's words were shattering the wall of self-inflicted fabrications he had slowly built while Nesta faded away from his reach. He took in his friend's words, their meaning. What she thought, and some of his friends -family- shared.

It made his heart skip a bit to realize that Nesta probably saw it like that too to this day. He had already accepted his mistakes to himself, he knew before the blonde said it what he had done wrong. Yet Cassian hadn't thought about how his actions were read from the outside. Nobody had called him out on his bullshit. Nobody had interfered -wasn't that what friends were supposed to do? So there it was, the reason why none of them had ever tried to help him smooth things between them: they didn't want him to. Stupidly and blindly trusting his friends would have the respect for him he had proven to have for them, he assumed they were just as blind as he was. Apparently, they weren't, and they had purposefully left her to rot.

Up until now, Cassian hadn't entertained the thought that she most likely didn't let him in because she also considered his presence there a task for him to handle, even if they had grown to be... friends.

That was it -a dead end for them.

No matter how hard he insisted on being there for Nesta now, he had already failed her too many times, and she simply wouldn't allow him to get closer a second time. Not the way he wanted to, at least.

His pulse was in his ears. Or maybe he was hearing again the dreadful noises the house played for them before.

Oh, Nesta.

Had she agreed to the plan because she didn't really care for him watching? Did Nesta not care because she simply didn't want to be anything else than friends in the end? Did she even trust him enough to call what they had a friendship?

A glass of red wine appeared on the table next to him and was it was in his hand a second later. Cassian swallowed its content in one sip. It was refilled instantly. Realization hit him right then and there, that he might be in time to save her, yet too late for what he wanted from her. And his ass would be the only one to blame for that. His cowardice. And how could he hope for a second chance from someone who didn't grant one to herself?

A movement in his field of vision took him out of his trance. Mor, who was carefully approaching him, gave a jump back when he got up from his chair, letting it fall back. The loud noise scared her too.

Those damned reports. He should have never agreed to that stupid idea. Nor to the plan they had for tomorrow night. Yes, she had agreed to it, but maybe if he had asked her not to... No, she would have still done it, convinced it was the only way she would not be seen as a coward.

Who gives a fuck about how anyone sees her. She certainly didn't use to. And he used to love that about her.

But now she clearly did, and was ready to do anything to change how he and his friends saw her. Even seducing Eris Vanserra right in front of him.

"Why can't you just leave her alone?" he asked, defeated at the thought that Nesta was indeed going to allow him to be by her side, but probably where he was right now was the closer he would ever get to tearing down her walls.

Mor looked back at him, marking the way his arms hung by his sides, the picture of a defeated male. She showed no compassion.

"Because I can't forget what she did to Feyre. I still remember the night she told us her story, what she went through. I see her grow every day and I'm reminded of who broke her in the first place. I can't let that slide like nothing." Cassian opened his mouth to say something, not knowing what exactly. He closed it again as Mor lifted a finger to stop whatever words he would have come up with from escaping his mouth. She was angry, "She let her 14 year old sister go wonder the woods next to the Wall all alone. Feyre was a child, Cassian. A kid who had to risk her life on a daily basis because your lover didn't want splinters in her fingernails."

Cassian sighed, tired of a conversation that kept circling back to the same point over and over again. He knew what Nesta's choices had meant to Feyre, but he had seen her regret as well, and what those same choices had done to her. Cassian had seen and heard the forgiveness coming from Feyre herself, her actions a window to what his High Lady needed: to move on. They had talked about it, his friend had opened up to him and she was obviously determined to have her sister back at any cost. And so was him. He was determined to help his friend and at the same time assist Nesta with whatever it was she needed... once she came to terms with what it was.

He had taken her to the old cabin they used to live in and had stand by her side as she scanned the place, finding only bad memories of the person she used to be. She wanted to move on as well. So if the two people involved wanted the same thing, why did their friends keep getting in the way using a wound that was already healing as an excuse.

"But you can forgive Elain?"

"Elain has at least tried to be one of us, Nesta has done nothing since she arrived but be against us."

Cassian laughed at that, a bitter, joyless laugh. "Elain is trying to be our friend, while Nesta doesn't like us. Is that it?" He chuckled again. "Are you telling me that the only reason you pick on her is that she doesn't want to be your friend and you can't just accept that? I thought it was her actions to Feyre in the past, but yes, this makes way more sense now." This time it was him stopping her from talking back, "I can see a pattern there. Isn't that the same reason you don't trust Lucien no matter how hard he works to help us? That he has his own life beyond us?" The volume of his voice went in crescendo as his anger rose to meet hers, "You can't be seriously expecting me to leave her because of a petty fight that only exists in your head."

"It's not just me, Cass. It's all of us. No one likes her, no one wants her around, and we are not having our days ruined every time she shows up so you can fuck her. You are not like this, you are not selfish like that." The indignation simmering in her brown eyes didn't make her an inch scarier to him, the childish reasons for it almost making him consider the argument over, hadn't him been so heated himself. "I want my friend back. And so does Rhys, who can't look at her -or Lucien, for that matter, without being reminded of what his mate went through before he found her."

Cassian snapped.

His siphons glowed scarlet red, goosebumps in his arms from the contained adrenaline rushing through his veins. He screamed at her in anger for the first time in... for the first time in as long as he could remember.

"Don't you dare try to make me feel like I'm a bad friend to Feyre to justify your bigotry. Don't you dare try to convince me that I'm the one hurting others, so I stay in my place while you do whatever the fuck you want and then blame the problems that surface on me. Don't you fucking dare play the victim of this when it's none of your business."

There had been genuine happiness in Feyre's eyes the night Nesta and her decided to give themselves one last chance.

Now Mor was reducing Feyre to nothing but an excuse for her own grudges. She was trying to yield her past suffering as a weapon against her sister, which would make Feyre just as furious as he was. She would never use the damage she experienced to hurt someone she loved, and that was the kind of friend he wanted in his life giving him advice. That was the kind of friend Cassian needed.

He had taken Nesta to the mountains and listened to her cry. He had heard from her mouth how she felt.

Worthless.

She had felt like she didn't deserve to be alive.

And apparently, Mor agreed.

It couldn't be wrong to have sympathy for her. It couldn't be wrong to want her. And he did want her. Cassian wanted everything with her. Was he a bad friend to Feyre for that? How, when his friend wanted the same thing?

"She saved my life twice. She was ready to die with me instead of running away. Does that mean nothing to you?" Above all, what broke Cassian's trust in her wasn't simply her disapproval of Nesta. Rather than that, what Cassian wasn't sure he could forgive was how little care she showed for him. "If you don't like her, that's fine. I don't care, and I can promise you she doesn't either. But don't you dare use Feyre or me as an excuse for it."

"I won't apologize for caring. I won't apologize for protecting my High Lady and my best friend, and the life you really want and deserve".

"At what point exactly did you decide Feyre's happiness was above Nesta's life? Was it after you met her, or had you already ranked your priorities the night Feyre told us about her sisters? Oh, sorry, our priorities, since apparently you know what I want better than I do." Cassian wasn't sure if he would have stopped his ranting right there if he had seen any regret coming from Mor, and he never got to find out. His friend's face was a mask of faked boredom as he spoke. "From all people, I would expect you guys to know what it's like to be perceived by outsiders in a way that's different from who you are as a measure of protection. You simply fail to understand that, for her, we've been the bad guys she has to be wary of since day one. And the reason is precisely that we made our minds clear about her in that fucking dinner party and refused to change it independently of what she did to be better".

He would know about it.

A blank expression was painted on her face. "You need to chill."

"Leave." he ordered. It was no up for discussion. Cassian couldn't even look at her right now. He was fuming and didn't want to say things he would later regret. As he opened the glass doors for Mor, he knew he would, unless one of them left.

"Are you seriously going to let a stupid fight about her get between us?"

It was the way she said her. Like she had said it a hundred times before, like others had pronounced as well, including him not so long ago.

Cassian turned to face the blonde, a special kind of anger glimmering in his eyes.

"Me?!" he screamed. Mor gave instinctively a step back, "Am I going to let it get between us!? You are the one who brought her up, Mor. You are the one who has a problem, and I'm the one pretending you don't trash her at every chance you get, so we can still be friends. I'm not the one letting an argument get between us, for the only thing I've been doing over five hundred years is make everything easier for you. And now, I'm done." Her eyes went wide.

But Cassian was now beyond turning. He had tried to leave and make her go to avoid exactly what was about to happen, "Are you seriously going to let a stupid sister fight only you care about at this point get between me and my happiness? You really despise her so much you would take the chance of being happy with Nesta away from me only to make her miserable?" he spat.

Cassian took a step forward and Mor gave another one back at the same time, recoiling. There was fear in her face as he made his way to her, a kind of fear he had never seen on her features whilst looking at him. "Just look at me in the eye and answer this question, Mor, and I promise there won't be more fights between us for better or worse: Would you rather have me unsatisfied for the rest of my days than have me happy, if that requires her being blissful as well? "

Her silence was too long. It was too damn long.

Cassian spread his wings, the glimmer of his siphons mirroring his anger, and went for the glass doors.

"I only want to protect you." Mor cried behind him. Cassian walked fast, but she was at his heels when he reached the banister, begging him to stop and listen.

One single tear run down her beautiful face. If any other person had made her shed a tear, he would be the first one going after them to make them suffer unimaginable pain. Mor was his best friend, had always been. Cassian thought there was nobody in the world he wouldn't at least beat up for making her sad the way she looked now. But he heard her whimper, saw the hurt, and realized it was too little compared to what she had inflicted on him. On Nesta.

She had gone too far. And at the same time, she was giving him too little.

He turned to face her, needing to make sure he wasn't making a mistake. A part of him refused to believe this was actually happening, wanted to trust in that, once he met her eyes again, he would see regret in her pupils. The hope he had learned from her ages ago making him give her one last look before he aimed for the sky.

Of course, Mor was too stubborn to show any kind of surrender. Too proud to be regretful.

"I am a 500 year old warrior. She is a 25 year old female whose family she can't talk to without pushing them away. And you think I'm the one who needs protection because she is mean to those she doesn't like."

It was not a question. Cassian wanted Mor to hear what her case sound like to him. Before he left, Cassian wanted her to know this was not going to be a short argument and they wouldn't be having lunch together next week. It was a breaking point in their friendship, and he was going to stand on this hill as long as it took, unmoving no matter how many jibes she trowed at him or how many tears wetted her face.

Mor cried in silence, and only because the winter breeze was cooling him down, he didn't get angrier at her for that, at himself, and at the world. Why did they always find a way to make things harder than they should be?

"Wait, please, don't go." The sound of his wings spreading again almost prevented him from hearing her whimper as she said, "I can still teach you one last dance," she murmured. Cassian listened carefully, she didn't dare moving, monitoring his position as if he were a wild animal and she was a rabbit trying to be discrete to not become his prey "There is one gavotte they are likely to play. She is so good at it, you would think she's known the moves for decades and not days."

A temtative hand reached for his arm and stayed there. He had never seen Mor stutter, especially when it came to him. Cassian had always been her best friend, the one who never got mad at her and she could count on. Now she was unsure if he was leaving for the day, or if he was flying away from her for Cauldron knows how long. She didn't tighten her grip on him when he didn't push her away, it remained light and unsure. "I think you already know it, but we can practice that one a couple of times. Just in case you get a chance to dance with her. You'll look great by her side... like it's meant to be".

Cassian noticed his cheeks were wet as well. His gaze burned so fiercely Mor couldn't hold his stare. With anger still painted all over his features, Cassian nodded and followed her inside again.

Mor didn't say a bad word about her for the rest of the evening, and even if he couldn't know where she went afterwards to rant about it, he appreciated her silence.

---

A couple of minutes after her orgasm, Nesta's legs were still shaking. Cassian drove his hand up and down her thighs, feeling her soft skin with the excuse of a massage to help her muscles relax.

He needed to calm down as well -it had been a particularly long day. Nesta had been happy to follow him into his room after dinner, feeling something was off. He had to restrain himself from telling her when she asked about it. First, because he didn't want her to know he was taking dance lessons with Mor. She would know the reason behind it in a second, and he didn't feel like exposing himself like that for a second time that day.

He also couldn't tell her about the argument that hours later still kept his head bussy. He didn't want her to know how frivolously she had been discussed, what both Mor and him had said about her in the same living room where their kisses after dinner had started.

Nesta's breathing was steady, tranquil. His cock was still inside her. He needed to feel her touch. She wasn't in conditions to leave his room even if he came out of her, but Cassian didn't want to give her a chance to get rid of him just yet. He needed her presence there a little longer.

Nesta's fingers tangled themselves in his hair, pressing his head to the crook of her neck. He kissed the soft skin and felt her pulse beat fast against his lips. The path of wet kisses he planted all the way up to the spot behind her ear made her moan.

Cassian felt his blood rushing back to his cock.

With his hands, he cupped her breasts. A sigh escaped her swollen lips, his own closing around a hard nipple. Cassian marked with kisses and playful bites his way down her abdomen to the apex of her thighs. Nesta's let a loud moan escape when his tongue hit with precision her bundle of nerves, drawing circles around it. Teasing her. Making her wetter if that was even possible.

Unaffected by Nesta's pleas, he enjoyed playing with her, his mouth exploring her folds as if wanting to drink her in. Cassian couldn't hear anything, the sinful sounds she let out a song his blood echoed, roaring in his ears. Her hand found his head, her hips clashing against him as she tried to ride his face. Oh, he loved it when she did that, so desperate to have him closer, for his touch to never leave her.

It was his lust what determined every movement his body made, convincing Casian he could reach heaven just by climbing up her hips. Cassian didn't stop until he felt her thighs clench the sides of his head. The hand that held him fixed between her legs became a fist in his hair, encouraging him to keep going, keep licking and keep playing with her most sensitive spot until his tongue took her over the edge one more time.

Yet he hadn't had enough of her. He needed more and more, and after each time they slept together, the urge to have her again grew stronger, as Cassian became more impatient for the next time. Nesta felt the same way, by how her hands found his wings by reaching behind his shoulders and aroused him again. A grin spread through her face when he let his lover play with him in whatever way she pleased. Whatever she wanted from him, Cassian would give.

He climaxed one more time all over her breasts, before he finally renounced to her body. He was content resting by her side, their legs tangled under the sheets.

It was now a matter of time before Nesta left his room.

Cassian's legs tangled with hers. Nesta moved idly against him, making herself comfortable. Their bodies fitted together like pieces from a jigsaw puzzle, their breaths the only sound in the room. He could tell she was cold as he once again found himself caressing her arms, pale like porcelain under the moonlight that came through the window. Cassian pulled the sheets to cover them and planted a kiss on her forehead.

Nesta had her walls down. She looked so peaceful curled up against him.

"You don't like us, do you?" even if he whispered the words, they were loud in the silence of the room.

Nesta was fighting to focus her sight, just as tired as he was. "What do you mean?" Oh Cauldron. That raspy voice of hers after sex. Too much moaning for her own good. And he hadn't even enjoyed her throat that night. He had to picture terrible things in his head so his cock would behave and not react to her "that was really great sex" voice.

"My friends and I. The Inner Circle as a whole, you could say." His hand rested in the small of Nesta's back, drawing lazy circles.

She maneuvered to get rid of his touch, sitting up on the bed. The absence of her body against him was painfully obvious. Cassian laid on his back, fighting the impulse to sit up as well. He moved his hands to his nape with faked laziness, as if the question was simple small talk. Yeah... the small talk they never had after sex. Not weird or suspicious at all.

Good job, you idiot. She's not coming to your room in weeks. He cursed himself.

He couldn't withdraw now, it was too late. Nesta's gaze was feline. On guard.

"I don't think I dislike any of you more than you dislike me."

"Hey, I don't dislike you!" he ignored the cautiosness on her tone. He would pretend everything was okay and pray Nesta somehow went with it, "I would say, in fact, that I am very fond of you. And so is Az, for what's worth."

She smiled, a cold grin that didn't seem to fit with the rest of her face, still flushed, eyes glassy and tired. "Then you don't have to worry about it." He said nothing, only kept looking at her. He had learned that, if he waited long enough, she would go on. It could be only to insult him and then leave... but she would go on.

---

Nesta sighed. Where was he going with this? What was she even supposed to respond? No, she didn't like half of them... that if she counted the ones she barely tolerated. But she could sit in the same table as them and be civil. She was even working for them, so why he would bring that up two minutes after he came all over her, was beyond Nesta.

"I thought you didn't care what your friends thought of this" she pointed between the two of them, her gesture just as calculatedly casual as his had been.

A wet washcloth appeared on his nightstand. Nesta mentally thanked the house for her timing. If she was forced to have this conversation, she would rather be clean for it. Nesta rubbed it on her chest, Cassian's gaze following and fixing on her breasts. She cleared her throat, urging him to answer.

"And I don't. I was just curious if you did."

Nesta sigh.

"You've snapped at me before for calling one of you an asshole, Cassian. Do you really expect me to go on a detailed answer on how much I value them and their opinions?" Cassian tightened his jaw, but didn't answer. He waited for her to go on, knowing his silence was pressure enough for her to give in and talk.

If she said she didn't mind what they thought of her, she would be lying. But if she told him she did care, she would be lying as well. It wasn't that simple, a "yes" or a "no".

Nesta cared and worried about their opinions, not because she valued their judgement, but because she was still afraid she didn't have enough power in that Court to face their truth with hers. She had her own thoughts about them, but they didn't have the weight on Cassian one word from any of his friends had.

Nobody ever asked her what she thought of them, because it didn't really matter. Yet everyone expected Nesta to take into consideration what they wanted -who they expected her to be. They had crossed the line in the most disgusting ways to make sure she did the right changes to fit into the mold they had created for her. And Cassian had been a part of it.

Now, from all people, Cassian was asking.

"Don't mention them when we are in bed if you want to see me here again." that was the little bargain power she was sure she had over him. The territory she could claim for herself.

Once again, it took Cassian some time to come up with his own words. Nesta's brain was going a thousand thoughts per minute, reading his face, his body, trying to anticipate where he was going to strike next. He had chosen to bring this up right after sex, when she was slower with her wit. Prick.

When Nesta thought he simply wouldn't answer, Cassian finally sat on the mattress, shoulders down, his body apparently relaxed, his muscles tense and wings tucked in "I know this is just sex, and that's enough for me. I'll take it." As he mouthed the words, Nesta came out of the mist that clouded her thoughts, ready to cover up any crack on her armor. "I just want to know if my friends have anything to do with you not wanting... more."

For that, the answer was yes. She did worry what they thought of Cassian and her being... close, only because she wasn't sure what Cassian would do if they didn't approve of them together.

Nesta didn't care, but she worried what it would mean for her if they asked him to leave. Nesta was sure she meant enough to Cassian for him to put on some resistance. But when push came to shove, if they ever asked him to choose, she doubted Cassian would put her before them.

And she wasn't ready to be broken like that.

There was one thing about Cassian she admired above anything else he had and was, and that was his loyalty. Absolutely unmoving. She saw first-hand how this male loved, so ardently, so unwavering. If Cassian was asked to choose and chose his friends, she wouldn't blame him, she would understand. She had seen him put his life on the line for them without thinking, the act natural to him.

It was knowing that Cassian wasn't the obedient dog others had claimed him to be what would be devastating for her. To be so sure that he didn't feel the need to follow his High Lord to the end of the world.

If he chose them, duty wouldn't be the reason. Cassian would do it because he literally loved them more.

It was precisely that what made her so afraid to let him in. To not know if whatever he wanted from her would ever mean to him as much as the bonds he already had. If there was a chance for him to value it even above those. Because she wouldn't take less.

Nesta couldn't tell him she didn't care what they thought, for it would be a lie. And she couldn't tell him about her reasons either without bearing her heart more than she was ready for. And every time she reminded him -or herself- that it was just sex, she remembered why she refused to give him anything else.

So yes, Nesta cared about what they thought only because she feared them in a way Cassian wouldn't understand. He had defended them against her in the past like he didn't know that side of them existed at all.

Unable to answer, Nesta nodded.

Cassian took in her gesture. At his silence, Nesta practically launched herself out of Cassian's bed, aiming for the door and grabbing her nightgown on her way.

He was there before she could grip the knob. His hand slammed the door to make sure she couldn't open it. Nesta turned on her heels to face him, angry at how aggressive his gesture was. At the audacity to behave like this after she gave him the answer he had asked for, only because he hadn't liked it.

She was trapped between his body and the wooden door, her face an inch apart from his naked chest. Because they were still naked. He banged his head against the door and closed his eyes.

"You know I would give my life for you. In a heartbeat. Without hesitation." Nesta could feel her mouth dry. She couldn't believe he was making a scene about this, considering what her mission the next day. What had happened that afternoon before she came back from the Library to shake him like this? "You know that, right?" Cassian insisted.

She nodded one more time, her forehead brushing his shoulder.

"I know you have good reasons to want them far away from you, Nes, but they are part of my life. My family. When I ask myself what I want in my future, I know I want them in it. We've been through so much together that I really can't picture my life without them at this point. To be honest, I don't want to picture it either."

Nesta's throat burned and so did her eyes, lined with tears. She wasn't ready to listen to this coming from his lips.

"But I want you too, and I don't even know if you think that's possible or if I'm making a fool of myself by trying to go after you."

She was glad Cassian had his eyes closed so he wouldn't see the mess she became as his words hit her. Nesta closed them as well, so the tears didn't come out. "We have a mission tomorrow, Cassian. I need to get some sleep and be well rested."

He didn't move.

"Let's not jeopardy the mission for a question you already know the answer for".

In a matter of hours she was going to be dancing with Eris in Hewn City trying to lure him into an alliance with his beloved friends because they had asked that from her. And she had agreed because the future of the frail political situation they were in depended on it. She needed to focus her mind back on that. She told herself that by doing so, she would forget about his confrontation, and by some miracle he wouldn't bring it up again after that.

"Why did you even accept to help with that plan, Nesta?" Cassian asked again, an angry whisper in her ear.

Because it's worse to stay in my room while you are there with them and wonder if you would vanish away once again if I don't follow all of you wherever you go.

The low light of the lamp threw shadows on Cassian's hazel eyes when he opened them to look straight into hers. They were so beautiful. He stretched his arm to cup her hand, but Nesta hid it in her lap before he could.

His arm hung there for a moment, as if not knowing what to do with it.

Don't worry, Cassian, I'm choosing this for myself. I'll do it. I want to do it.

And in return, she only asked him to keep things casual.

Nesta knew it was unfair to him. She was giving him no choice. It was selfish. But no one expected anything better from her anyway. She was self-absorbed, everyone knew that. It seemed to be her defining characteristic in their eyes from the beginning. No need to change that now. The only thing Nesta was willing to replace was her relationship with herself, with who she was. The only goal in her mind was to be as ready to fight for her life as she was to give it for others. Only then, she would be able to share her heart the way she wanted to. And if he was still around when that happened, she would gladly give him a piece. Just not yet.

It would take time, but he had promised to stay no matter how long it took. He had sworn.

Her voice was too close to cracking. "You should go get some rest as well. Don't think too much about this, Cassian. It's just sex, remember?"

"Just sex" he agreed.

Nesta moved her hands up and carefully placed them on his chest to push him away. He obediently gave a step back, freeing her. She went straight for the door knob and opened it. Nesta exited as fast as she could to turn her back on him before he saw the effect his damned questions had had on her.

"And I have no intention of changing that for my own reasons. Your friends have nothing to do with it."

It's you, she thought.

"So many things are happening to me at the same time," she said instead, "that...I don't even know how to deal with them and not have a breakdown every five minutes. I need you to be the one thing in my life that is easy. Please." there was no point in hiding her weeping anymore. "And I don't need anyone to die for me. I would hate that, actually. I want someone who is going to stay alive and by my side all the way. And that's why you need to let go." Nesta wasn't sure whose heartbeat she was hearing, but it was thundering at an alarming pace.

"I understand" he said. His voice was not her lover's caring tone, nor her friend's easy-going voice. He was putting distance between them, making it impersonal. She didn't blame him, as she did the same thing and closed the door behind her.

She went straight to her room and asked the House to warm up the cold space.

There were no dreams for her that night.

---

On the same room one floor above, Cassian stared at the ceiling for hours, unable to find sleep.

The sun came up before he got to close his eyes, still thinking about what Nesta had asked from him. What his High Lord had asked from him aligning with her request as well. What Mor thought of it all. The ball and Eris being the one to spend the entire night with Nesta Archeron.

He had a job to do, a character to play he knew too well to mess it up even if he had gotten no rest, so that part didn't worry him one bit.

Only when he finally got up with the first rays of sunshine, Cassian came to terms with what he would do that night and how far was he willing to go. If what he wanted for himself was worth risking all the good things he already had, both with his friends and with her.

Maybe it was time to stop being a coward who adapted to the group's needs. Maybe it was time he gave the first step. Or perhaps he would do better waiting, not rushing things and allowing people to come to him whenever they were ready. No. The person he had in mind the entire night and kept him from resting would never go to him, pride and uncertainty preventing her from taking risks with him. Yet one step too far could mean three steps back, and then none of it would be worth it.

Mor was right, he was not being his old self as he took a cold shower, put on his leathers, and flew to the River House to put Rhys' plan for tonight into motion. Cassian was not being the illyrian Commander they had always known when he stepped into Hewn City armed to his teeth and ready to improvise and do absolutely everything his heart asked him to do.

#fix it fic #fixing acosf #nessian #nessian month

[doctorofmagic]

My thoughts on Stephen and Carol

That was... unexpected, to say the least. Now I have this task to elaborate my feelings and opinions in a way that is paradoxically personal and rational at the same time.

Let’s begin.

Background

Carol and Stephen know each other for a very, very long time. Their first team-up happened in Marvel Team-Up v1 #76 (1978), when Silver Dagger captured Clea (again - and yes, I’ll talk about her later). Both Spider-Man and Ms. Marvel decided to offer a helping hand to Stephen.

Stephen also assisted Carol in a mystic issue, combining their powers in Ms. Marvel v2 #4-5 (2006). It’s from this very run I suspect Kelly Thompson pictured the idea of a relationship between them. Nothing official, but all it takes to assume there’s something else going on is a mere look.

It’s true they were on opposite sides post Civil War, but Carol decided to join the New Avengers later on, which also gives this relationship one more layer.

Lastly, Aaron’s Avengers also featured them on the same team for a while, in addition to the previous Captain Marvel v10 #6-7, in which they swapped bodies and Carol had a taste of Stephen’s pain. We’re also considering Captain Marvel v10 #19 because, at this point, it’s clear that Thompson had plans for them since 2019.

Captain Marvel #27

Since this a blog dedicated to Stephen, it’s hard for me not to look through his perspective. I know the story is about Carol and how she’s struggling to mourn. But you’re all here for him. So this is my very detailed yet not-so-reliable review about their moment together.

....

Stephen is so sweet, wtf.

First, he confesses that he lost a patient on the table, WHICH MEANS that Thompson is following the events of Surgeon Supreme. Honestly? It’s the first comic book to do so. But fine. I can live with that.

Man is not having a good day. In fact, it’s a terrible day, which probably justifies the end. Here we another glimpse that Stephen still can’t deal with loss. Life is so important to him precisely because he has lost so much. In addition, for a moment, he forgets that Carol isn’t supposed to be drinking. So he turns the whiskey into Seltzer. In the meantime, Carol can’t help but relate to him. I know, Carol, I’VE BEEN THERE.

There’s another moment that warmed my heart (in a sense because it’s quite sad when you think about it). Stephen asked Carol if he was bothering her. Do you have any idea how insecure Stephen is? BECAUSE HE IS. He’s always afraid of bothering people and that’s why he isolates himself. That’s why he’s always pushing people away. That’s why he’s so miserable and lonely.

Stephen is the sweetest, I can’t. He doesn’t even know his own favorite color. COME ON, STEPHEN.

I admit, though. They know how to flirt. Stephen is the kind of person who flirts through self-loathing, which is only natural given his mental health. And Carol... Well, she’s a girlboss. It’s perfect. Also he’s sassy. And do I love my sassy boi? Very much.

But here’s another sad thing. Stephen is not seen as a “good addiction”. He’s simply not the worse one. And he’s aware of that. Do you know how I know? I mean, despite all the countless articles I wrote about his self-loathing?

Because of this:

Yet again Stephen is aware that he used someone else to fill his void. And yet again, he was used. I can’t remember the last time Stephen had a healthy relationship. In fact, I can. It was with Linda, the Night Nurse. And that was a loooong time ago. I can’t even begin to comprehend how lonely he feels. And how miserable he feels whenever he fails to create a solid bond. Not only romantic ones, but also platonic relationships and friendships as well. I want him to be happy, it’s not too much. So why am I on the verge of tears?

Fine. I dissected the issue panel by panel, such is my commitment. But how I truly feel about them? Before answering that...

Things to be considered

Hear me out. There’s a very famous forbidden OTP party in Secret Wars: Secret Love #1. I can’t remember the author of the post but here, on this very hellsite, they confirmed some of those OTPs were ships that Marvel would never allow to happen because they’re, well, LGBTQIA ships. Cherik? Yes. Stony? Yes. Kate Bishop and America Chavez? Yes. CarolJess? YES. It’s the closest we’ll ever get to Marvel’s main characters to be queer.

I’m quite open to shipping Stephen with any character. However, I cannot look away when I’ve always rooted for Carol to be an LGBTQIA character. So, much to my surprise, as I was checking the spoilers on the hopes that Jess and Carol would finally have a revelation... STEPHEN HAPPENED. Trust me, Carol stans, this was as much unexpected to me as it was to you.

Truth be told, as a Stephen stan, I get tons of hate, because people mostly know him for his Illuminati era and how patronizing he behaves sometimes. But this is the reason why I made this blog. I want more people to know Stephen as deeply as I do. I know it’s frustrating. But I’m not the enemy. You have no idea how hard I try to find subtle words and clues that Stephen is not straight (because he isn’t, please).

So, after all is said and done... I still think they’re cute. And please, do not hand me down a guilty verdict yet.

I think of Stephen a lot on a daily basis, so it’s only natural to headcanon which heroes he has hooked up with throughout the years. And I swear to Vishanti, Carol crossed my mind a few times. I only figured it would never happen. But it did and now I don’t know what I’m supposed to feel. But it’s okay. Because it’s not going to last - and I’ll explain why.

The future

Despite the fact that CarolJess should be a thing™, when it comes to canon, she’s deeply connected to Rhodes. Their relationship is so important to Carol that she sacrificed it out of love. She’s mourning. There’s this feeling of emptiness in her heart, pretty much similar to what Stephen experienced when Clea left him the first time.

They’ve met in a very delicate and frail state of mind and spirit. Some (most?) people do it, as an attempt to fill the void with anything or anyone that resembles affection. They’re aware of that.

That’s why I don’t think it will last. It’s not a relationship born through mutual growth, it’s a relationship born in mourning and sorrow.

You know me, mates. I’d do anything for Stephen’s happiness. But that’s not it. His happiness lies on a powerful sorceress from the Dark Dimension. You know her name. And Carol? Well, if not on Jess because Marvel desires to keep selling comic books to homophobes, then on Rhodes.

It feels just like my hook up list headcanon, only better because there’s angst. And boi, do I love angst?

That said... We have more issues coming, in addition to that beautiful cover for #29. Let’s wait and see. I do think Carol and Stephen share an angsty a beautiful background and that’s why I’d rather have them instead of Elektra. No offense, Elektra and Stephen are HOT. But I believe Carol and Stephen offer deeper layers. And this is why I made such a long post about them and didn’t do the same to Savage Avengers. No matter how hard I try to be rational, when it comes to Stephen, it’s just stronger than me.

PS: forgive me if I missed something, I’m truly exhausted but my mind wouldn’t allow me to rest until I made this post. Thank you for your support.

#doctor strange #stephen strange #carol danvers #captain marvel #jessica drew #spider-woman #james rhodes #war machine #kelly thompson #captain marvel 27 #analysis #wednesday tomes #marvel comics

[yan-twst]

Hello! First off, I wanted to say I really like your yandere works. They aren't overdone, but they aren't overplayed, if that makes sense?? Anyways, would you be interested in writing yandere scenario with Vampire!Vil? I really like the new card!

warnings: general yandere themes, mentions of death and blood

they/them pronouns for darling

It was hard to hold onto hope, nowadays. They’d sworn to themselves they’d never give in- never give the horrible creature that held them hostage the pleasure of knowing he’d broken their spirit, but keeping a fiery attitude and fighting back was getting harder every passing day. Telling themselves they’d escape his suffocating embraces and affections one day, that this whole ordeal would become a simple bad memory, a nightmare for sure, a horribly traumatic experience, but something in the past- that was how they’d been keeping themselves sane, the promise it’d be over, but now more than ever, it felt like there’d never be any escape.

“S-stop…” as a human, there wasn’t much they could do but feebly push back against the vampire’s chest. Not only were vampires just physically stronger than humans, Vil was particularly keen on taking care of his body, the weights he kept in his room and his sheer strength proving so. And to add insult to injury, they were just weak now, as he bit down on the junction of their neck and shoulder once again, drawing blood. Maybe they were getting anemia or something, because it seemed to be impossible their desperate struggles weren’t bothering the vampire on the slightest.

“Be still. Don’t you understand it’ll only hurt more if you move, my love?” sighed Vil, unlatching his mouth from their neck to reprimand them. The sight of him with his lips painted a glossy red with their blood should have been grotesque, but… As much as they hated him, they had to admit Vil was ethereal. Everything about him- or well, his physical appearance- was perfect; from his beautifully sculpted face down to his lean body, there wasn’t an inch of him that didn’t look like a work of art.

It was too bad that such a beautiful body was host to such a rotten soul, really; if it was solely based on looks, perhaps they could’ve brought themselves to enjoy being intimate with him, he was the kind of man they’d have gladly taken as a fling or a fun night. But of course that wasn’t the case- Vil Schoenheit was nothing short of a fucking maniac, a bastard vampire who’d become obsessed with them and plucked them from their daily life, keeping them hostage in his ridiculously large house, drinking their blood and forcing them to live out a miserable life. 

Pain had long since ceased to be something they cared about. It hurt every time he pierced his fangs into their skin, scar tissue almost nonexistent with how he hovered over them and treated the injuries after every feeding, it stung when he put his mouth on the wound and sucked, licked, drew more blood from the punctures. Vampire saliva was supposed to be naturally anaesthetic, even aphrodisiac to an extent- and it was true, as much as they hated it. Perhaps that was why their body no longer responded with shock or any logical pain reaction to his bites, perhaps that was why their cheeks got red and their knees buckled despite wanting no enjoyment out of such activity.

“Get off me… Fucking leech…” their feeble attempts at pushing back had ended with them holding onto Vil and resting on his chest as their energy depleted, body too weak to hold itself up. It wasn’t what they wanted, but it was better than to collapse on the floor and be berated by the vampire once again over getting their clothes dirty. Still, just because they couldn’t fight back didn’t mean they’d be completely submissive; calling Vil a leech was clearly a move to annoy him, and judging by how he tensed up at being called so, it worked.

“You have no place to say those words, you…!” they smirked weakly at Vil’s tone, as he suddenly held them by the shoulders. Usually, he’d relish in them having to use his body as support- the fact he’d just rip them away like that meant they’d gotten under his skin. “Ungrateful little human- do you even understand your position? Do you know how many humans have wondered into this place and never come out? You’re a weak, insignificant creature- don’t you know any other vampire would have sucked you dry by now?”

“...” for a second, they were quiet. Was this it? They’d never begged Vil to kill them, although they’d certainly thought of it- they didn’t want to show weakness, but sometimes they’d wondered if it’d be better for them to just die of blood loss instead of having to endure whatever life Vil envisioned for them. For a split second, the anger in Vil’s eyes made it seem like he’d be willing to just do it, to bite down their artery and kill them; but as quick as the outburst came, Vil took a deep breath and seemingly calmed down.

“... Clearly, I haven’t done enough to educate you.” he sighed, and one of his hands moved to caress their lips. “You are my lover, after all. You aren’t just any human, you aren’t just livestock, and yet you insist on acting like one… It’s quite frustrating.”

“You’re keeping me around like a blood bag.” they replied feebly. The punctures in their neck were still bleeding, and they were getting a bit dizzy; usually by now, Vil would have patched them up so they didn’t bleed excessively, but he’d been thrown off his usual routine. They tried to ignore the word ‘lover’; they weren’t a lover, they were a hostage. Even in those fleeting moments of domesticity, when Vil would cook for them despite he not needing human food, or when he’d treat their wounds, they were a hostage. Even when he kissed them, when he caressed them, even if their heart raced, that was their human nature, yearning for touch after being deprived of seeing anyone but Vil for months.

“You’re incorrigible, darling.” sighed Vil. His tone wasn’t mad anymore- he sounded… Pleased, almost. His smirk showed his sharp fangs, and the look in his eyes made it clear he had some sort of plan. “Hm, no, not incorrigible. I know you have the potential to be an amazing partner for me, you just need to be polished. And I have all the time in the world to do so.”

With a swift move, Vil brought his thumb up to his mouth and pricked it, a sizeable bead of blood forming on the surface of the pale skin on his finger. Their eyes widened; never in all of their captivity had they seen the vampire bleed, not even in the very start of their kidnapping when they’d fought back with tooth and nail. The shock of seeing the vampire bleed was enough so they didn’t even realize the very same hand with the bleeding thumb was creeping closer to their neck, where the puncture wounds of the earlier bite were still fresh and bleeding.

“... And soon, you’ll also have eternity.” Vil’s smirk couldn’t possibly grow any larger, although his eyes had grown softer; almost… Adoring, in some sort of way. He had the same expression he’d had when he first met them (when he’d seemed like a storybook prince, those few months when they’d just thought Vil was a charming and ethereal young man, those few months before he showed his true colors and the depth of his obsession). And then he pressed his bleeding thumb into the wound on their neck, and it burnt. “I was honestly going to wait until you’d learnt to behave properly to turn you, but… I can’t just let you get weaker and anemic every passing day. Honestly, do you take care of yourself when I’m not around? It hardly seems so. But at least this should return your vitality…”

“What did you- what is this?!” despite having been dizzy and weak a few seconds ago, the mingling of their blood with his burnt so badly they couldn’t help but struggle. Vil didn’t even let them break away, quickly pulling them into his chest into an one-arm embrace while his bleeding hand still pressed firmly into their wound. A scream ripped from their throat; it burnt, it felt worse than anything they’d ever suffered. And the pain and burning just seemed to travel and expand, as if Vil’s rotten vampire blood was surging and flowing through their body.

“... of course, you’ll be a bit off the first months… It’s going to be a good opportunity for me to watch over you and your transformation. I’ll have to ask Rook to drop off more blood now, since you’re going to be needing quite a bit to get back on two feet…” Vil didn’t seem to think much of their thrashing and struggling, simply thinking of what he’d need to do in the future. “The pain will pass soon, don’t worry. Aren’t you a lucky little human? Don’t you know? I’m liberating you from death, from aging- I’m opening the door to eternal youth and beauty.”

Slowly, the human in Vil’s arms quit their flailing. He kept his thumb on their wound; he’d probably gotten enough blood into their system to turn them, but he wanted to be safe. They’d probably passed out from the pain; he smiled at their peaceful form, brushing the hair out of their eyes. They were so peaceful like this, so beautiful- he couldn’t wait for the day they’d behave this well, even when awake. Of course, they’d be unconscious for a good time now, while their body transformed from a lesser mortal body into one of a vampire, but time was of no issue for either of them now. He’d have all the time in the world to polish his gemstone, to bring forth the potential he knew shone inside of them. He’d seen how they acted back in their little village; their hard-working spirit, their fortitude and their attention to detail. Once they learnt to stop fighting back against him, once they learnt to embrace his affections, they’d make the perfect lover for him; he just needed to make them understand they had no choice but to exist as his for the rest of eternity.

#yandere twst #yandere twisted wonderland #vil schoenheit #yandere tw #blood mention #death mention #Anonymous

[laceymorganwrites]

Dämmerlicht - Satoru´s part

Word count: 3,880

Pairing: Satoru x reader 

Warnings: implicit manga spoilers, I don´t spoil what happens directly but like the way Satoru behaves and such, swearing

A/N: I hate the ending, but we all know you´re not here for good writing sksksksk

Masterlist

Taglist: @dixonsbugaboo​ @kenmasgameboy​

Honestly Satoru didn´t even remember how he ended up at the Dämmerlicht. But that was just the magic about this place, it didn´t matter where you came from or where you were going.

It was a constant in his life that he didn´t want to miss.

He was used to taking only the side streets after a mission, especially after a shitty one like this.

Satoru didn´t want to be seen by anyone, he just wanted to be left alone and go home. Usually he didn´t get lost, after all he knew the city better than most people, hell he knew it better than anyone else, he knew all the nooks and crannies you didn´t wanna lay eyes on, knew where you could get the best food without being completely robbed off your money.

But most importantly he knew the city better than he ever wanted to.

He saw things nobody else did and while it made him the strongest, it was also lonely at the top.

And scary.

Being forced to grow up way too fast resulted in him never being able to actively deal with his fears and overcome them.

Instead he learned to kill and obliterate whatever the elders told him to, without even questioning it.

There was a time in his life where he really did believe them, and then an even worse one where he knew something was fishy but he was just a child that couldn´t do anything about it, he was too scared to dig his nose too deep into things.

It was quite funny when those were to become the things he was most infamous for.

But here he was, strolling around the empty alleys of Tokyo, stalling time for no reason and all of them at the same time.

He wanted to go home so badly, he was tired but home meant going back to the school and staying in his shitty dorm room he never left even long after graduating.

Sometimes Satoru hated this life, he didn´t want to be a teacher, dragging children into this mess that they had nothing to do with and watching them die, unable to do anything about it.

No, he just wanted to grab them and send them far away from this world, to a normal high school life without curses.

It wasn´t their duty to clean up after the mess that the elders got themselves into.

He came to think that he never really had a home, just empty duties and shallow promises that didn´t mean anything.

The thought should make him sad but he couldn´t even laugh at how pathetic it was.

Satoru sat down and rested his head on his arms above his knees, trying not to think about anything.

To no avail.

An annoyed groan left his lips as he leaned against the cold stone wall which really shouldn´t move, but here he was, falling into the Dämmerlicht, earning a lot of confused and even amused looks.

“What´s all the ruckus?” you called out, standing up from your chair in the office in the backroom and making your way to the front to inspect the situation.

Satoru was beyond alarmed when he looked around, immediately getting into fighting position.

What were so many curses doing here? Was this some kind of hideout? Did they kidnap you?

“What the hell are you doing here?” you asked, gritting your teeth. Of course the man in front of you was no stranger, in fact he was all too familiar to you as you defected from being a sorcerer.

How did he find this place? You thought you hid it well enough… it wasn´t supposed to end this way, your mission barely started. It wasn´t fair that he was sent by them, that´s what you thought at least.

“What is this place?” he asked, his disgust being very clear.

“Why the hell would I tell you? You´re not welcome here” you stood your ground, trying your best to defend your customers who also were in quite the panic at this point.

Satoru Gojo was no stranger around here and he wasn´t the hero other sorcerers painted him as either.

“Tell me one good reason why I shouldn´t kill everyone here in this instant” he stated, his voice as cold and devoid of emotion as ever.

Just like you imagined. Luckily you never ran into him before, but honestly… the current situation was anything but ideal.

“Because they´re innocent! I won´t let you lay a hand on my customers” you replied, looking for a way for everyone to escape safely. You wouldn´t stand a chance for even a second in a fight against him.

“Innocent? You gotta be kidding me!” he exclaimed, scoffing in disbelief.

“Oh come on, you´re not telling me you believe the bullshit your elders preach, are you?” you chuckled, though you stayed on guard. You couldn´t be careful enough, even though you couldn´t feel any malicious intent, but that didn´t have to mean anything.

“Why would they lie to me? I´m the strongest” he said, though there wasn´t any conviction in his voice, it would be sad if it wasn´t Satoru Gojo.

“That´s precisely why… you need to learn a few things about your world, it isn´t all what you make it out to be. You´re just a puppet on a string, a convenient weapon to the elders, that´s it. The sooner you realize that the sooner you can do something against it” you told him, watching his stern expression. He sure didn´t expect to hear something like this.

But he needed to.

“You don´t know what you´re talking about, who the hell are you even to say such things?” he called you out, you could already tell that this was going to be a long journey.

Maybe he wasn´t ready to hear those things yet, to accept them, but that didn´t make them any less true.

“It´s not important who I am, what is important is that you start questioning yourself and the world around you. I´ll see you around” you said, a knowing smirk on your face. “How are you so sure I´ll come back? I might as well just tell everyone about your little bar here” Satoru pondered, you were a strange one, but there was no danger he could feel, maybe that was why he was so uneasy, usually he detected danger everywhere.

Maybe he only did because they told him so, but he needed to think about this conversation first before he could make a decision.

“People like you always do” you replied, only confusing him more.

Satoru left the bar and went back to the school, not even greeting anyone and immediately retreating to his dorm.

Luckily everyone left him alone.

He couldn´t stop thinking about your words even a few days after he visited the bar, somehow you could read him like a book and that thought scared him.

All he had to protect himself was his false confidence and honestly, it was lacking these days.

It wasn´t like he never thought about it, about the elders and the way they taught, the way the world was supposed to work in their eyes and the way it really did.

And the worst thing was that they didn´t even make the world a better place, far from it.

Satoru doubted the environment he grew up in a lot, but there was no way to escape from it. If he did, if he even did so much as think about it, they would find him.

The elders would make life even more hell for him and his friends.

Back then he thought that they were stronger than him, it´s what they told him after all, but in reality they just contained him.

The first time he refused a mission happened about a week after your encounter and it felt like freedom.

He was so scared at first, but when he realized that nobody could do anything about it, it was like a revelation.

Satoru could do whatever the hell he wanted, who said he´d teach the way he has been taught? No way in hell would that happen.

No, he´d teach his students about the real world, he wouldn´t let them fight his wars and let them die, he would protect them.

It felt weird not trying to justify everything that went wrong around him but at the same time he felt so much lighter.

In the past few days he kept walking to the Dämmerlicht, it intrigued him, but he never dared to step foot in it again, he was too embarrassed.

And yet it was inevitable.

It felt way too familiar to cross the curtain, the invisible barrier that only few could cross.

“Took you long enough” you chuckled, watching him enter.

Satoru didn´t feel put on the spot this time, he felt oddly calm, like he belonged, truly belonged, not just because of his strength but because of him as a person.

And honestly he didn´t even know who that was anymore.

Maybe you´d help him figure that out.

“Oh come on, you didn´t think I´d give in just like that, did you?” he smirked, immediately feeling at ease.

“Of course you wouldn´t… but you´re here now, that´s all that matters” you smiled at him.

“What is this place anyway? You never told me” he looked around the bar, seeing curses and sorcerers chatting, they didn´t pay him any mind anymore, it all was so peaceful, like a dream.

He smiled, maybe that´s what this was all about, to protect the dream that life once could be like this.

It was a nice thought.

“It´s a safe space for those who don´t conform with the elders as well as a center of liberation and perhaps one day rebellion. But besides all of that it´s something I´ll protect with my life” you told him, sounding so genuine, it softened his heart, a foreign sensation he didn´t know he was even capable of.

“I´ll protect it too” he said without thinking, making you chuckle slightly.

“What gives?” you asked, wasn´t he against this bar just a few days ago? It was quite strange, maybe he did tell the elders and was sent as a spy.

Perhaps you really shouldn´t trust him as easily as you did, but it was too late for that now.

“Cause I´ll go fucking crazy if I have to listen to another word the elders say” he stated coldly and sounded so honest that you doubted he was a spy.

But then again, he was the strongest, depending on the elders´ hold on him he could be well trained in lying and infiltrating.

“You were already thinking about it the first time you were here, weren´t you?” you laughed slightly, the pieces were coming together one after one.

Satoru Gojo truly was an interesting person, though not all rumors you heard about him seemed to be true. And you were glad they weren´t, if they were you and the bar would be in big trouble.

“Maybe, maybe not. What´s it to you?” he sighed, he didn´t like it when people read him, when he was forced to show his vulnerability.

It made him feel weak. And he hated and craved that feeling at the same time.

“I don´t know yet… though you´d be the best ally and worst enemy to have” you pondered, watching him.

He seemed tense and at ease all at once, it was weird, like he couldn´t decide. Perhaps he didn´t want to.

“So you´re trying to sweet talk me into being your ally, I see how it is” he grinned, jesting with you.

“We both know that wouldn´t work on you” you smirked.

It didn´t take long for him to feel comfortable.

You showed him around the bar and introduced him to everyone, not that they needed an introduction.

It was nice that everyone could loosen up now and relax now, the time of uncertainty about where he stood really took a toll on everyone.

People stopped coming to the bar out of fear.

Though now everything changed.

It actually felt as if you were getting somewhere, like you were making progress, with Satoru on your side your dreams seemed more like goals that were actually achievable.

He helped out a lot in the bar, be that with cleaning or running errands. And if it wasn´t for him, you would´ve never actually made it your active mission to defy the elders.

Everything went by so fast with him, time was flying but at the same time it didn´t feel rushed, it was just right.

Satoru had a way with words, he could always brighten the room no matter what but he could destroy it just the same.

Though you didn´t think about that second option, he made you forget all about the possibility of being an enemy. He was too genuine, too kind, too helping.

He seemed like he actually cared and you believed him.

Besides, he was way too lighthearted around you, always joking around and then looking at you for a reaction, not minding if you rolled your eyes and smiling knowingly when you failed to suppress a laugh.

You were so incredible cute. It made him forget all about his duties and failures, about the corruptions and evil in the world.

He could listen to your laugh all day, it was the most beautiful sound he ever heard.

You made him feel at ease, a feeling so foreign to him it almost was alarming if it wasn´t for you.

Falling for you was so easy, he didn´t even notice it until it was too late.

Satoru knew better than to catch feelings for someone, it would just distract him and endanger them. In his mind he told himself it was okay with you since you were from the same world.

He felt so special and warm when you told him about your past and connection to everything, when you told him about all the reasons why this was so important to you and how you knew that there was good in everyone, even curses.

That destiny could screw itself.

You always found the right words to make him smile and being unable to stop.

Sometimes you caught him staring at you but he stopped trying to look away at this point, what was the harm in following his heart for once?

He had a charming smile and knew just what to say to make your knees weak, you should´ve known it was too good to be true.

And yet you found yourself in his embrace every so often, entranced by his words and enchanted by his kiss.

Usually your gut didn´t betray you but Satoru Gojo was a special case, he never gave off malicious intent willingly, he could hide his true intentions better than anyone you knew and that was precisely what made you so intrigued by him.

You made it your mission to get behind his mask, to see what truly moves him.

It was only a matter of precaution at first, never in a million years did you think you´d fall in love with him along the way.

But Satoru made it way too easy.

And who were you to resist him? He was just way too charming for his own good, made you laugh and made you feel safe when you needed to cry.

Being with him was like a dream you never wanted to wake up from and yet all good things had to come to an end.

“Babe there´s a new bakery that opened, we need to go there in your break!” he excitedly announced, making you chuckle.

He was always so aloof, it brought you peace.

Of course it made sense that he was that way, he didn´t need to fear anything or anyone for he was the strongest. But still, you worried about him.

Worried that he had too much weight put on him, worried that he didn´t take enough time for himself.

As soon as you took your break, he practically dragged you with him, not wasting any time.

“You know the bakery won´t run away, we don´t have to rush like this” you chuckled, holding onto his hand.

“You don´t know that!” he gave back with a mischievous grin, making you shake your head slightly, giggling.

The building itself was quite small, but only on the outside. It did give quite the cramped impression since it was located on a busy street, but on the inside it was rather cozy.

Everything had a vintage flair to it and the displayed baked goods made your mouth water.

Satoru and you decided to test everything through the days.

Moments like these were so peaceful, you craved them both more than anything.

It was hard to see each other for more than ten minutes every day, sometimes you didn´t see Satoru for a week or even more.

But as soon as he returned it was like he never left, time was flying. And he always did make time for you, after all the elders´ words didn´t mean anything to him.

Though he did have to obey to a certain extent to stay a teacher.

You two sat down at a table and tasted the most recommended pieces first, they were absolutely delicious, not too sweet, but just the right amount.

It was the kind of sweetness that immediately made you giddy and energetic.

Satoru proceeded to tell you about his day and mission which was successful, you liked listening to him but you also got to know his quiet side. You always thought people who talked too much were arrogant, but Satoru taught you otherwise.

He never spoke about himself and if he did it was far from highly. Instead he talked about your future, the future of the world, his friends and students.

Just now he was talking about his new student Okkotsu and how he was the prime example of the future you both dreamed of, a future where curses and sorcerers could get along.

“He´s getting used to everything, I think his classmates like him too. Even Maki´s not as distant with him. I hope you can meet them some day” he told you, sounding so proud, you just couldn´t help but smile softly and take his hand, caressing it.

He went on to talk a bit more while eating with you and you just listened. It was so peaceful, you wished this moment would never end.

Being in a relationship with Satoru was casual and meaningful at the same time, it was like taking a walk in your favorite part of the city and discovering a new shop.

It was familiar yet exciting and you just got lost in it.

But getting lost was always more fun with someone like him by your side, though you really didn´t want to get lost with anyone else at this point.

“I love you” you quietly said without thinking about it, a dreamy smile on your face.

A few seconds passed in which neither of you said anything, everything was frozen in motion, you didn´t even dare to breathe, stuck between being scared of his reaction and regretting ever uttering those words.

You were such an idiot, you haven´t even been dating for that long. It wasn´t even that serious.

“Ha, you said it first” he smirked, a jesting sound in his voice, but his happiness was just as clear.

Love was more than just a foreign concept to Satoru, it might as well have been nonexistent, a relic long lost.

But hearing those words out of your mouth, sounding so sincere, he couldn´t help but smile.

“Hey! What´s that supposed to mean?!” you complained, pouting a bit.

“Nothing, nothing, it´s just nice to know that you´re just as obsessed with me as I am with you” he reminisced, his head resting on the palm of his hand.

“So you do too?” you hesitantly asked for confirmation, you didn´t want to pressure him since those words didn´t come easy for everyone, but even still, the way he said this made you think he did.

“Do what?” he asked perplexed, absentminded.

“Do you love me too?” you asked, not meeting his eyes.

Satoru thought about that question, he thought you knew he did, but then again, he felt it himself, the impact, this wonderful feeling of joy and ecstasy that he didn´t know before.

“Of course I do. I love you with all my heart, well, what´s left of it anyway… I don´t think I knew what love was before knowing you. But you know, you make me feel like I´m not as fucked up as I think I am, like I´m worthy of something. Even more than that. You somehow think I´m worthy of your time, of you overall. You, who are so kind and beautiful and just way too good for this world. Nothing measures up to you, absolutely nothing. I can never even dream of finding the right words to do you justice, to elaborate on just how much I love you” Satoru has never been this honest in his life. Not because he lied to deceive others, but because not facing his inner and most true feelings protected him from his paranoia and fear of losing loved ones.

Though at this point it was more of a curse really.

You didn´t know what to say after that, his words left you speechless. After all what were you supposed to say after such a magnificent declaration? You were simply in awe of Satoru, taking his hand into yours and caressing it gently.

After a while you finished eating and went back to the bar.

In a matter of seconds the happy atmosphere turned into something dark and gruesome.

Your hold on Satoru´s hand grew stronger as you two rushed to the scene.

It was horrible.

The bar has been replaced with a gaping hole of rubble, your colleagues and friends were trying to save themselves currently, dragging others out underneath the rubble.

“We don´t know who did it… It was like a meteor, we didn´t see anyone though. Everything just collapsed out of nowhere” the bartender told you in shock, tears streaming down their face.

“Is everyone alright? Is anyone still in there?” Satoru gathered his composure quickly, gaining an overview of the situation and taking initiative on what to do next.

And so you left with everyone, went into hiding for a while at the same time as relocating the Dämmerlicht to a safer position.

It was a slow process, but nobody saw you, nobody followed you, so it was worth it.

Satoru went to investigate with a few others, they found out it was an enemy curse and exorcised it.

Because of its high grade it operated alone, sparing you from any further trouble.

Seeing everything destroyed made you feel incredibly lost and hopeless, but those feelings were soon to be replaced with those of excitement and safety as you realized that no matter who attacked, you would always make it out of it.

You all would always fight back, just because the initial building was destroyed didn´t mean your dream was.

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My Hero (Alex Mahone)

Request: Can you do a Alex mahone x reader where she's his wife, adn he saves her from T-bag something like that?

Warnings: spoilers from 4x21, bad language, abuse, mention of rape, (basically I should mention T-Bag himself as a factor to be warned about), anxiety attack, crying

A/N: Of course I’ve written this based on 4x21, the episode called Rates of Exhange. And, to be honest I’m quite happy with this one. Not exactly the first part (some lines I’ve borrowed in whole from the serie😬), but the ending! I hope you’ll like it too! ✨

Sorry for it took so long (meaning here every request I’m indebted to you with), but I’m so so thankful for your patience and request and feedbacks ofc!! 

[gifs are not mine; I can’t get over how they complete each other😆]

Basically, the whole team minus T-Bag and myself was out on the field, trying to fight against Krantz and Michael’s mother at the same time. It turned out that it wasn’t just a coincidence that we were the ones left alone in our temporary flat. Because what we all had no idea about was me being the bait and the motivation for them to be successful – or at least in Krantz’s opinion and give the Scylla to him.

I was so naïve, believing T-Bag could ever be capable of a complete turnaround. He was so co-operative in the past weeks, so generous, so helpful… of course he had a hidden motivation back then, too, he always had. But it wasn’t at least me dead or the Scylla in Krantz’s hands.

I realized that it’s going to be not so okay, when the General phoned Michael, giving him an ultimate. Of course, it turned out shortly that there weren’t going to happen any bargain at all, and finally Kratz threw me in front of Theodore just like that. He left us alone in the flat, letting him (even urging him) to do anything he liked with me.

I was shaking, trembling all my body while T-Bag pushed me leaning to the door. I couldn’t see any solution what could save my life or get me out of here. I needed Mahone, only him. I truly desired to cry out his name, but I knew I had to stay focused and calm as long as I could. So, I just let him to handcuff me to the handle.

“Theodore, I promise you, if you let me go, I will stand by your side at the court. I’ll tell them you saved my life. Even Alex will be so grateful… just take me back to him” I started pleading desperately, but with a fairly strong voice. I couldn’t help but wincing when he suddenly stepped close in front of me, with his face inches from mine.

“You know, all these past times, I’ve always been so… so jealous! You get what I mean, right? Look at you, precious little girl” his eyes nearly scanned me through as he stopped for a moment, disgustingly licking his lips, “being married to that… dull, fuddy-duddy policeman. Don’t ya really think I won’t have myself a little fun, when it’s only the two of us?”

“I know that you don’t have the best relationship with Alex” I said immediately. I felt I had to talk, unless he would touch me or do even worse things to me. “But if you let me go, if you take me back to him, he won’t be ungrateful, trust me.”

“Oh, I don’t wanna hurt you. I wanna hurt him. And unfortunately, the only thing which can be hurtful for him is you being hurt. But don’t worry. You’ll be returned in one piece. Only in a little… used… piece” he winked at me, and my stomach flipped.

“Please, Teddy” I whispered. All my strengthen flew away in a second. My thoughts were rattling in my head, I was panting, sweating. He decided to walk past me, and as he took a few steps, he sniffed my neck. Cold, disgusted feeling ran down my spine, but I relieved when I couldn’t see him, even if it lasted only for few minutes.

Suddenly I felt the warmth of his body behind myself. He uncuffed me for a brief moment, only to separate my two arms, and cuffing them back to the two sides of the door so I faced him forward. I tried to fight him, but my weakness could do so little against his manly strength.

“We’re gonna finish sooner than you would recognise, my dear” he whispered straight in my ears, before stepping a bit further from me. My panting, heavy breathing echoed in the small room. I tried to detach myself from the situation. I started a mantra inside. Alex will come soon. Alex will save me. I must be strong just until then.

“Oh, look at that” Theodore smirked suddenly. At first, I hadn’t even had any idea, what could he see. I glimpsed at my trembling hand, and realized, just when he spoke again. “Look. At. That. What a beautiful wedding ring. Well, you know, it’s actually so good to see that Mahone has feelings too. But tell me, my dear little bird, has he been man enough to… go there?” he asked in a low voice, husky by the suppressed desire. He moved his hip and if I weren’t lucky enough to be able to back a few inches, our skin would join.

His eyes jumped back and forth between mines and my lips. My stomach was spinning, and I truly fought not to burst in tears. Somehow, I managed to strengthen my voice to retort.

“Alexander’s more a man than you could ever hope to be” I breathed through my teeth, managing myself to look him straight into the eyes.

“That was mean” he said in a pitying voice, backing a step. “I wonder if you’d be so harsh if you knew how long I’ve waited for this. Our little shared private moments. You wouldn’t behave like this, am I right?”

I didn’t answer, only turned my head as sideways as I could.

“What if we… take this off?” he teased. “As I see, this is only distracting you. I’m afraid you won’t enjoy… me… enough if it keeps disturbing you” he said, and after that he truly pulled the thing off.

“You can take my ring, but you never can make me relish anything you do” I said suddenly, even surprising myself with the strength of my voice. “You’re a disgusting human being, and if you’ve ever wondered why nobody loves you, let me enlighten some things. You’re incapable of love, Theodore Bagwell. Not with your body, not in your mind. Every touch of you is filled with brutality, violence, and you’re nothing but a filthy rapist who…”

I could continue, using even stronger and uglier words, but he slapped me so strong I banged my head in the glass, and if it wasn’t for my handcuffs, I would surely fall to the ground. “Listen here carefully” he hissed. I could barely hear him because of the blood rushing through my veins so loudly after the hit. “Now I’m going to show you, how functional and tender I can be.”

I heard the zipper of his pants opening, but I wasn’t strong enough to prepare for the next minutes. I couldn’t even open my eyes, only relying on my hearing. But instead of feeling fingers pressing on my neck or hands ripping my clothes off (as I imagined the next things would be) … I heard a crash. A crash like when you break something wooden. Steps, shouting, skin slaps skin. Alex’s voice. Alex’s voice!

I forced myself to open my eyes. It was Mahone, who searched for something around T-Bag. He was lying on the floor with a closed eye and a ripped eyebrow. Just in the same second, Sucré rushed into the room.

“Get this pig out of my sight” Alex hissed to him just before he could get surprised by the unconscious Theodore Bagwell. Mahone’s voice echoed firmly in the frozen air. Fernando nodded quietly, while Alex stood up and turned all his attention to me. “I’m here, Y/N” he stated, while his shaking hands found the closure of the handcuff, put the key into it and freed me. “Are you hurt? Are you bleeding?” he kept asking.

I couldn’t talk, not yet. When my loved one freed my hands, he immediately pulled me close to him, as I burst in tears. Luckily, he kept me by holding my waist, otherwise I would fall to the ground. All the suppressed tension surfaced, and all I was capable of was crying, unstoppably.

“Can you put your arm around my neck?” Mahone asked me softly. “I’ll take you out of here.”

I did as he asked, simply let him to carry me anywhere he’d like. Honestly, those few minutes are just blind spots in my mind. All I can remember is his strong arms holding me, tears leaving burning trails on my cheeks, the spicy, aromatic and so familiar scent of Alex’s fragrancy, and his soft tone whispering my ears: “I love you. I love you so much, and nobody could hurt you, ever.”

He found a bedroom empty which we could chose as a temporary shelter. Alex carefully placed me on the sheets, then sat in front of me. My sobbing subsided as I slowly realized that he is the one holding my hand, he is the one breathing with me, and if this is so, nothing else matters.

“Y/N, please tell me just one thing” he asked as he wiped the tears under my eyes. “Did he touch you? Even with one finger?”

“No” I breathed so quietly I wasn’t even sure if I said out lout. “No, he was just… playing” I added. Then I realized, what else happened, and the tears which just disappeared a second ago fogged my sight again. “But Alex, he took my ring” I looked into his eyes scared. “He took it off my finger, but I didn’t see his hands and I have no idea what he did with it.”

“It’s okay” he smiled, lifting my chin up. “You’re fine, and I don’t care anything else.”

As I was fighting with guilt and Alex just wanted to pull me close. When I leant to his chest, he placed a long kiss on my forehead.

“Can you forgive me?” he whispered suddenly. I furrowed my brows, but he continued before I could ask what he meant. “I let this monster… to be alone with you, to do anything to you… and if it wasn’t for Michael, he would have done anything.”

“It’s not your fault, Alex” I ensured him, hugging his chest even closely. “You couldn’t have known. It was a part of their sick game” I continued with slightly breaking voice. “You’re my hero. Truly.”

I felt him taking a deep breath, but the silence remained still. Before any of us could speak again, we heard the door opening. I snapped, stood up frightened, but it was just Sucré smiling shyly.

“I bet this is yours” he said and came inside to place some tiny in Mahone’s hand. He nodded happily and wide smile started to form on his lips, but I was too dizzy yet to realize what is that.

When Fernando left us alone, he looked at me and offered his palm for me as he would ask something.

“Show me your hand.”

I did as he asked, placed my hand upon his, realizing what did our friend find. Alex put the not-so-long-lost ringlet on my finger, just as he did back at our wedding.

All kind of feelings were swirling in my head, but there were two eternally sure thing. Alex by my side and his undying love for me.

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[orsuliya]

Many are saying, that there is no passion betweenAwu and XQ. That from the beginning they both behave like old couple that have been together for 50 years. Calm, respect and domestic bliss. No craziness, no passionate words and deeds, no nothing. And I feel so sad that their crazy passionate all consuming love is not obvious to everybody. I've been married for 12 years now and my hubby still treats me like I'm made of glass. There is no craziness, but the calm I feel in mt heart... It is invaluable. For me their love is the perfect one. And I honestly haven't seen anything so perfect on the screen before.

Many need to check their glasses prescriptions, because that passion is right there and small it ain’t, that’s for sure. I thumb my nose, oh ye doubting Thomases, at this alleged lack of passionate words or deeds. Don’t know about you, good people, but for me the Re-do Wedding itself maxes out the scale; as far as grand gestures go that one is just perfect: very grand indeed, utterly shameless, more than a little schmoopy and, at the end of the day, surprisingly useful. Do I even need to comment on all those timely rescues? For all that Awu is not exactly a damsel in distress, she sure has been a subject of a lot of those. I hear that dramatic rescues are supposed to rate among the most romantic things a male lead can do, was my info faulty...? And it’s not like that’s one-sided since Awu runs into danger without hesitation, declaring that should anything happen to her husband or father, Song Huaien will need to carry her own cold, stiff body back home. As far as passionate romantic declarations go...!

Also, let be me disgustingly prosaic for a moment: for all that nobody gets naked onscreen (well, other that Mi’er), it is rather obvious that Awu and Xiao Qi get it on. A lot. In probably rather adventurous ways. I mean, they see absolutely no problem with promising each other various... things. While in public. In the middle of the Imperial Palace. Where anybody can hear them - and they probably do! - but is there even a hint of genuine, non-playful bashfulness to be found in their demeanor? The answer is a big, fat NO.

At the end of the day, their relationship - as is yours, you Unbelievably Lucky Nonnie - is the eternal fire of the hearth and the steady heartbeat of the home. A love like that doesn’t throw us at the mercy of waves and storms, but anchors us to home, wherever that home might be. For all the things simple and domestic to withstand the withering effects of time and everyday adversities, there must be a great burning love hidden in that hearth; hidden does not mean non-existent, but rather treasured and carefully guarded.

Okay, that is getting a tad too sentimental even for me, back to more prosaic considerations! The reason why this particular drama doesn’t seem to resonate with a good portion of younger audiences is rather simple. Bloody Mouse from Hell. Okay, not only Disney, western pop-culture as a whole. See, we’ve been taught that all conflicts and sweeping declarations of passion come before the marriage or even before the first grand kiss. After that there’s only the Happily Ever After, a concept as mind-boggling as it is suspicious. Yes, I know that Disney has been stepping away from their straighforward romance formula recently, but I am a true millenial, I have a constitutonal right to point some very pointy fingers at dear old Walt. All the work gets done before the final declaration of feelings and it’s smooth sailing from then on. Any male who makes an effort is guaranteed to be rewarded with a female; the only healthy exception being Gaston, who, when you think about it, is the scariest villain of them all (and there is good reason for that). Moms die in mysterious ways and females supporting females is a thing that happens from time to time... but is by no means guaranteed. Oh, and if you are not a walking talking perfection with one, maximum two funny quirks, there’s no place for you among the heroines. Those are the lessons I learned in my childhood. Didn’t stick, let me tell you. Wait a bloody moment, Zitan totally watched himself some Disney!

Now, let’s look at what happens in a considerable portion of mainstream adult programming. What happens is that if a couple gets together in the first season finale (which is early all the same), there is little chance of them being left to simply... be, unless they get relegated to background characters. Happily Ever Afters are booooring. Fine, I say, maybe they are. You need CONFLICT. And that’s fair! But there is no reason why you can’t spice things up using external factors; have this couple form a united front against a common danger and there’s your conflict! Yeah, no. Internal conflict and especially romantic one is much easier and cheaper. I am not saying it’s all bad - couples naturally go through such obstacles - but there comes a point where you have to ask this question: why the hell are they still together when they would never be able to trust each other again? Forgiveness only stretches so far and does not mean a totally blank slate. This is not, by any means, an invitation to start fridging female characters! I see what you’re doing, you bastards!

Thankfully things are changing. Not always and not always in the right direction. Disney in particular is doing something... weird with its main canon or was Mulan a one-off hiccup of terrifying proportions? Female-empowering that wreck was certainly not. Unless they meant Special Females, who are not like Other Females... okay, not the point right now.

The point is that Awu and Xiao Qi are married by episode 8 and in love by episode 14. Which is right where the end of the first season would be. And then... nothing. They are in love and form a rock-solid front against external enemies. The only real change in their relationship is that they grow stronger, first individually and then together.

It gets worse! We, the viewers, get a metric tonne of false leads of the kind, which we have been taught will inevitably lead to at least four episodes of conflict. So where are our four episodes of dealing with Xiao Qi’s household and uppity maids? Do as Wangfei says, that’s what we get. Where’s Xiao Qi’s burning jealousy over Zitan? I would prefer you not to go, but do as you wish, that’s the extent of it. By all known rules, he should start looking at Awu with suspicion once he guesses that Song Huaien is infatuated with her or at least take Huaien to task. There’s... absolutely nothing? This whole affair with Screecher? What do you mean you can simply ask your husband what happened and then trust his answer?! That’s not how it works! Get thee away to Turnip’s house for a couple of episodes at the least! And don’t even start me on the great performance of the Yuzhang Acting Company! There is a reason why people were loathe to recognize it as a performance and nothing but!

The Rebel Princess keeps purposefully missing those obvious cues for conflict and thus the viewer, used to much, much higher emotional amplitudes, simply nods off on this relationship. But that’s not on the drama, that’s on our erstwhile trainers.

#ask and answer #the rebel princess #okay sorry for the rant #and the preaching #but I simply had to #and don't ever start me on Mulan live-action Disney thingy UGH

[kelpieice]

How to Improve a Romantic Interest...Part Two Changes

1) We already know Nightlight will do anything for Katherine. But besides Joyce telling us how close they are, he fails to show us. This is through thoughts, words and actions. I think Nightlight is stronger written at showing his concern and affections towards Katherine but Katherine is weak in this department. 

Nightlight is a child servant. He was created not born, he has no family. Joyce loved giving Nightlight the Peter Pan archetype but, he has never HAD the opportunity to be a kid. It’s great that Katherine feels safe with Nightlight ect. However, I don’t see her ever feel towards him the way a concerned friend let alone a love interest should behave. I need less of Nightlight doing things for her and more of HER doing things for him! God Gosh! He DITCHES THEM TO GO PLAY HOUSE!! HE NEVER HAD A FAMILY! THIS LOOKS HORRIBLE ON KATHERINE! 

My Changes.

1) Katherine needs to have a solid conversation with this kid. She needs to have a heart-to heart conversation. In turn Nightlight needs to gain his normal speaking voice to confide in her. She needs to thank him for his sacrifice. Honestly, the whole fourth book she is a sleeping beauty style damsel. I need her less acting “well that’s weird and everyone is now worried” to Joyce showing me how she feels. Her nightmares were getting worse by the second. She needs to see what Nightlight had to sacrifice to save her butt. She needs to show me she is concerned of her friend now in a vulnerable state. 

2) The whole Jack Frost thing was stupid. I am sorry, it is. It makes no sense to trade a character for a character. Instead we should keep that star boy is in a vulnerable state. Honestly, it makes more sense for Nightlight to leave if he is in a weakened state. He doesn’t have his star powers to fight Pitch and he wouldn’t want to risk his precocious Katherine getting hurt. 

3) Katherine should try to gain character growth. I want to see her concerned for HIM for a change. I want to see her in a moon library EARNING her abilities. Because she is a liability and star boy can’t protect her in his vulnerable state. 

So in short we need for this relationship to be better is...

1) More showing of caring for the other by both sides.

2) A heart to heart conversation. 

3) Katherine to grow as a character. No short cuts telling me she grew...

[foxymoxynoona]

Amended Ch. 1

SUMMARY: Getting into a bar fight is the least surprising part of Isabella's return home. She sure doesn't expect to run into her childhood friend turned high school enemy, now not just surprisingly a law-abiding citizen but a police officer. Things seem to be going great for him, but Isabella is struggling with more than a bar fight. A single mom with a sick grandmother, an alcoholic mother, an abusive ex, and a short fuse herself, matters are not helped that Jungkook seems to be everywhere. All the time. Especially every time Isabella messes up. Can she really believe him when he says he just wants to help?

Police officer! Jungkook x Single Mom Childhood Friend Named OC

CW: abusive parents, alcoholism, abusive exes, descriptions of childhood abuse, domestic violence, sexual abuse, illegal acts, side character death, discussions/references to underage sexual activity/alcohol use/drug use, teen pregnancy, explicit sexual content

Also hosted on AO3. Not sure if I’ll keep posting on tumblr or not, but I thought I’d try it out!

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Isabella honestly couldn’t have said who threw the first punch. She was drunk, certainly, but she didn’t tend to throw punches first, though it wasn’t entirely unheard of if the other person was mouthy enough. And Brianne was definitely mouthy, and also drunk. Still, Isabella was certain Brianne had slapped her first, after Isabella had grabbed her arm and muttered a threat --but even that had been in response to Brianne’s unending cruel remarks. Those had grown louder over the evening until the whispered gossip wasn’t, was just full on taunts. And really Isabella thought she’d done a remarkable job ignoring it until Brianne had mouthed off about her children and what kind of mother she was… could anyone have expected her to stay quiet? So maybe she’d grabbed Brianne’s arm and then Brianne had slapped her and then Isabella had punched her right in the jaw and things had exploded from there.

Brianne was an idiot and Isabella was a scrappy fighter by this point. If the bar patio hadn’t been so crowded she probably would have managed to throw Brianne further away more quickly. Instead Brianne’s friends grabbed Isabella, interrupting her swings and kicking at her, only for her to twist away and throw herself back at Brianne until she didn’t even remember what was said. She was just drunk and angry and fighting.

The fight was broken up after only a few minutes, strong arms wrapping around Isabella’s chest and dragging her backwards while someone else did the same with Brianne. Isabella thrashed and struggled but the hold was crushing.

“Let go of me you motherfucker or I’ll bust you up next!”

“Careful, it’s a bigger deal to threaten a cop.”

“Like I give a flying fuck, let go of me,” she hissed, trying to bash her head back and kicking her feet, lifting them to use her whole weight to try and break free. Unfortunately the person was stronger than she was and it made no difference.

“Stop resisting or I’m going to have to take you in.”

“Stop holding me. They let her go!”

“She stopped resisting.”

“Motherfucker, let go of me--”

“Ok, she’s disorderly, I’m taking her in,” he announced, dragging her backwards.

“Let go of me!”

He ignored her, dragging her backwards still until they were clear of the bar deck, and then still in view of everyone began reciting her Miranda Rights.

“Are you fucking kidding me right now?” she demanded. “She threw the first punch! That bitch has been after my since we were sixteen and now I’m the one getting arrested? You can’t arrest me, I have to get home.”

“Then you shouldn’t have been fighting, ma’am,” the police officer sighed, turning and shuffling her forward to the cruiser parked on the side of the road. The lights weren’t on or anything.

“You don’t understand, I have to get home. I have to let the babysitter go.”

“Your husband will have to take the kids tonight.”

“Don’t be a piece of shit, I don’t have a husband.”

“Do I have to handcuff you or will you behave while I unlock the car?”

“Do not handcuff me.”

“Please don’t make me handcuff you…” He let go of her, which surprised her, though kept one hand clenched around her arm. He had a key fob to unlock the car and pulled open the door to the back seat, shoving her in with a muttered, “Watch your head.”

“This is bullshit,” she scoffed, glaring at his back as he slammed the door and walked around. She felt panic rising as she realized she was getting taken to jail. She was going to spend the night in jail. There was no one to bail her out unless she wanted to call-- no, absolutely not. She’d have to call the babysitter and beg her to spend the night…

She started crying angry tears as the police officer slid into the driver’s seat, “This is bullshit. She talked shit about me and my kids all night and assaulted me and I’m the one you’re arresting.”

“She settled down.”

“I’m settled down now.”

“Are you?” he asked, turning in the seat as he turned the cab light on. They both froze in shock.

“Jungkook?”

“Isabella Desmond?”

She stared, too shocked to even answer. She had not been prepared to see him, certainly not in this state, and she didn’t know which was more shocking, to find herself suddenly face to face with him or to realize…

“You’re a cop ?”

“Yes,” he answered, giving her a crooked grin. “What the fuck are you doing back here? Why are you fighting in my bar?”

“Your bar?”

“What are you doing here?” he asked her again, staring. It had shocked her sober, seeing him. She still felt fuzzy and amped up but winded now. Her face hurt. Her hand hurt.

“My grandmother is sick,” she explained. It felt silly to give him that answer when he’d just dragged her out of a bar backwards. “I came home to take care of her.”

“I didn’t know you were back.”

“You know everything that happens?”

“Pretty much, yeah. You’re staying at her place?” She gave him a short nod, annoyed that he apparently knew where that was. But of course he did, he’d lived next door a lifetime ago. When they were friends. “Isabella,” he sighed, shaking his head and looking out the window. He turned to face forward in the car. “Shit. What are you doing back here?”

“I told you, my grandmother is sick.”

“I know.”

“Yeah, yeah, you know everything it seems,” she retorted.

“So why are you out drinking and brawling instead of home?”

“It’s been a long week.”

“Are you an alcoholic?”

“Fuck you,” she glared, kicking the back of his seat.

“It’s just a question.”

“I know what a question is, I taught you to speak English, you fucking asshole. I’m not an alcoholic, I’m just drunk.”

“Ok ok, it’s just a question.” She saw his sigh, saw the way his gaze narrowed as he stared out the windshield into the night. He was surprised to see her and even though her head was spinning with shock and adrenaline, she knew this was an opportunity.

“I need to go home,” she said again. “I’m sorry for fighting. I’m just drunk and tired but I need to go home.”

“That’s the first rational thing you’ve said.”

“Woah, you’re a cop and you use three syllable words? Jesus, you’ve really changed, huh?”

“Shut up, Isabella,” he sighed, a deeply annoyed sigh.

“Ok, I’m sorry. Just let me go home, ok? My kids will freak out if I’m not home when they wake up.”

He let his head fall back, “Isabella…”

“Come on. Let me off, just this once…”

“Isabella,” he sighed again, turning in the seat. “You fought, threatened a police officer, resisted arrest, and bashed me in the face with your stupid hard head.”

She glared, “My head isn’t hard or stupid.”

“Tell that to my bruised jaw.”

“Did I really get you? I didn’t even feel it… guess I’m invincible right now…”

“Do you feel that gash on your cheek?”

“Huh?” She shifted in the seat, trying to see in the rearview mirror but she couldn’t get the angle right. Gingerly she reached her fingers up but everything just felt fuzzy and numb as the adrenaline began to seep away, leaving her drunk and tired. “Eh,” she shrugged. “I’ve had worse.” She giggled suddenly, “Your best friend gave me worse.”

“He wasn’t my best friend.”

“Aw, shit, that would hurt his feelings.”

“Do you still talk to him?”

The question surprised her. It made her laugh even though she didn’t like the question. She leaned forward, pressing her face against the metal grating separating them.

“Not by choice,” she said. Then, “Jungkook.”

“Isabella.”

She let her voice be small and quiet as she asked, “Please just take me home. I promise I’ll be good.”

He didn’t look back at her but he looked serious, staring down at the steering wheel. It pissed her off, actually, him acting all high and mighty just because these were their seats in the cruiser. He’d been a dirtbag in high school. It ought to be him back here. It had been on numerous occasions.

He didn’t say anything, just started the car. She didn’t know if that was a good sign or a bad sign, so she stayed quiet, watching him as he drove. It was disorienting, actually, to see him after all this time. It would make her feel shy later, she thought, but right now she just felt curious and angry. His face had finally grown around his nose and eyes, but they were still strong in profile, his jaw still sharp, his hair still a bit unruly. Or maybe that was her fault, from the struggle, what little struggled she’d been able to maintain against him.

Without meaning to, she dozed off, leaning forward against the grate. He woke her after parking, shaking her shoulder.

“Hey. We’re here.”

“No,” she groaned. “It’s not fair, Jungkook, I was just defending--”

“You’re home,” he interrupted her. “I’ll let you off with a warning this time. But this is your only warning. You’re a mom. You’re better than this. Don’t pull shit like this in my town,” he scolded as she stumbled from the car. She fell on her knees and pushed him away when he tried to help her to her feet. Instead she straightened and rubbed her eyes sleepily.

“Don’t lecture me,” she scoffed. “I never lectured you.”

“I’m a cop. It’s my job to lecture you.”

“You’re really proud of being a cop, huh? You’ve said it multiple times. I’m stunned your ego fit in the driver’s seat.”

“Inside the house, Isabella,” he said with another sigh, nudging her towards it.

“I’m going, I don’t need your help. I can do it on my own.” She glared at him over her shoulder and trudged forward, reaching the door before she realized she didn’t have her purse. It was still at the bar, with her wallet, keys, and phone. “Fuck.”

“Missing something?” She turned to see him holding her purse out. She didn’t know when or how he’d gotten it, but she stomped back to him and took it.

“You’re real smug for a delinquent.”

“I’m not a delinquent anymore.”

“Yeah, I heard you’re a cop?”

“And I heard you’re a mom, so act like it.”

She glared at the sting of his words but turned away, scoffing, “I am.”

“Better than your mom, I mean.”

“Fuck you. You don’t know anything about me, Jungkook,” she said, walking back to the door. “So don’t act like you do.” She started to dig for her keys but the front door opened, the babysitter stepping out with her backpack and shoes already on.

“I heard you get home,” she explained. “Um… hi Officer Jeon.”

“Hi Tara.”

“Hold on, I’ll get your money…” Isabella dug her wallet out, grabbing the three twenties she’d set aside for tonight, for what was supposed to be a rare fun night out. She shoved the bills into Tara’s hand, then stepped inside and shut the door without a further word to either of them. Because she needed to throw up and quickly.

**

Isabella Desmond. Isabella Fucking Desmond.

Jungkook couldn’t believe it as he drove himself home. It was supposed to be his evening out but he didn’t much feel like returning to the bar. Instead he parked in front of his house and just sat there for a few minutes. Reeling.

Isabella Joy Gertrude Desmond. The first love of Jungkook’s life. The girlfriend of his best friend in high school. The arch-enemy of his girlfriend in high school. The brightest star in his sky, who he’d watched wink and twinkle and fade until she’d crashed to earth, burned upon entry, and then fled their hometown, never to be heard from again.

And now she was here again. Living with her grandmother and children, apparently. More than one, he was certain she’d said children. And she was spending her nights getting into drunken brawls at the bar.

He wondered if Landon knew she was back. Maybe not. It wasn’t any of his business but he felt stressed about it, about her being here with Landon around. It didn’t seem like things were going well for her if she had multiple children and no husband and a drunken bar brawl on a Thursday night.

Isabella Desmond. The smartest girl he’d ever met. So much potential, fucking wasted. What a tragedy. It wasn’t any of his business. But what a tragedy.

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#jungkook ff #amended #mywriting #cop!jungkook #Jungkook Fanfiction

[snowe-zolynn-rogers]

Pairings: None Yet

Word Count: 1,583 Words

Summary: Maria and Mercury tell stories of the pasts.

Warnings: Self-Deprecation Mention, Abuse Mentions, Child Abuse Mention, Amputation Mention, Death Mention, Weapon Mention, Food Mention, let me know if I should tag anything else.

Shadows Are Made Of Light: Chapter 3

Mercury was amazed while Maria was telling the story of her past. The most powerful Silver Eyed Warrior and someone he looked up to as a child, he respected her. But the story also infuriated him on her behalf. How dare they take her eyes like that? Is that what Salem would do to him if she found him?

"But I wasn't. I went into hiding soon after." Maria explained.

"I can't believe it. You. You're the Grimm Reaper. You were a legend. And then you disappeared." Qrow looked startled, shocked, appalled. It all made Mercury nearly laugh at him. He behaved like a obstinate child in front of his idol.

"How exactly does a legend disappear?" Oscar asked.

"You never used your name, never showed your face. Lots of us thought you were just laying low. Eventually we came to accept that you were probably dead. But the stories about you, I based my weapon off of yours. I wanted to be as good as the Grimm Reaper." Qrow spouted.

"Well, I'm nothing but a disappointment. So you're well on your way." She announced with a huff.

"How can you say that?" Blake asked. Mercury shook with rage. His idol, sitting here, criticizing herself.

"Child, a huntress is supposed to protect others to the bitter end. But after I lost my eyes, I only ever looked after myself. Even after my surgery, I was too afraid to fight, afraid someone would find me again, finish what the others started. You shouldn't aspire to be like me, especially when some of you are clearly stronger already. It's comforting seeing that your generation seems up to the task of inheriting this world. I'm just sorry I didn't do more to leave it in better shape."

Maria wistfully looked out over the ground they were passing over. Mercury felt rage subside slightly, she was scared, he understood that. That was exactly why he'd run after Beacon, run away to hide in Mistral only to find out that Lionheart was a traitor and he had to run again, to a place with no primary headmasters like Argus.

"When I was thirteen, I found a little girl when my father took me on one of his missions. Pretty young, a baby no older than her first few months, couldn't even walk yet. I named her Chrome because she didn't have a name. Father called her my sister but I cared for her more like a parent to a child, she was my daughter by all account. He didn't like my attention being drawn off elsewhere besides him so he only got worse toward me and her." Mercury looked at the pitying looks on the faces of team RWBY and Oscar and Qrow, even Maria looked sad.

"One day, I decided to run away from him with her. I managed to get to the next town over and I gave Chrome to a group of training huntsmen that were visiting the town from Atlas who promised to take care of her and I and take us to Atlas, since they were returning to their homeland that night. I knew he couldn't get to Atlas, so Atlas was the safest place to put her. That was until his friends found me and dragged me back home. He took my legs that day for defying him and getting rid of his only chip left to bargain for my obedience. He eventually got mad after about a week that I could no longer act as his personal maid enough that he gave me metal legs to replace the ones he took but, when he did that, I ended up killing him." He kept his composure. After all, Maria hadn't lost her cool when she was explaining.

"I would have hid too, probably found Chrome again afterward if Cinder hadn't found me there, looking for him. I would have run away and hid just like you did if she hadn't threatened me with knowing about Chrome. Because there's nothing wrong with hiding after something bad happens. It doesn't matter what you promised or who you promised it to. When you're hurt or scared and you want to hide, you do it because the person you need to save also has to be yourself sometimes."

He refused to look at the pity on their faces anymore. But he could feel the tension in the air loosen somewhat. Maria gave a little laugh.

"Thank you, Mercury." She looked at him smiling.

"Thank you for sharing something that personal, Mercury." Oscar whispered.

"I also have happier stories if you depressing bastards want something happier." He smirked.

"I think we could use happy after stuff that heavy." Ruby told him.

"Well, there was this one time Chrome decided to braid my hair as practice for her own. My hair was in tiny braids for over a week while I tried to get them out." He laughed.

"I can imagine that, that's the worst part." Yang cackled from the front.

"The great Mercury Black with dozens of tiny braids in his hair for upward of a week." Ruby chuckled. And, even if they were laughing at him, he was happy that the tension was gone now. The heaviness left in the air from those nightmares in Brunswick Farms was finally gone.

"Oh, I was thinking, Maria. Maybe you could teach me to use the Silver Eyes the way you did?" Ruby asked.

"Given I'm already training Mercury here for that same thing. It shouldn't be hard. I've always looked for other Silver Eyed Warriors to train, to teach the next generation of Silver Eyes and give hope back to this world." Maria smiled.

"You have Silver Eyes?" Ruby asked.

"How did you think we got out of that basement?" Mercury asked.

"I thought it was me?" Ruby seemed confused.

"You did the first one. The one where it got those nightmares away from Blake. I did the second that gave us time to get out." Mercury told her.

"Silver Eyed buddies then." Ruby lightly punched his shoulder.

"Hey, don't go stealing my metal limb buddy." Yang joked.

"I'm not. I'm not." Ruby stuck her tongue out at her sister. Then Ruby's scroll beeped and she brought it out. "It's Jaune!" Yang even stopped her bike.

"How?" Yang asked.

"The city?" Ruby asked. "Wait." She took the scroll from her ear and looked toward the direction that Yang was driving to find a path that led up a mountain. Argus. Yang made quick work of getting up the mountain to announce they'd arrived in Argus. Finally, this nightmare was over. They were safe.

Once there, Yang locked Bumblebee in a storage garage for vehicles. While the others waited for...something. Mercury didn't know what. He was just hoping they'd planned out a place to sleep at.

"Cute boy Oz!" Mercury looked toward the sound only to see a streak of pink as something tackled Oscar, though he helped steady them from falling on the ground while everyone else greeted team JNPR or, well, JNR. Mercury got a pang of guilt again. He had been part of the plan orchestrated that resulted in Pyrrha's death.

"Wait, who is this?" Nora asked.

"Mercury." Yang smiled proudly.

"WHAT!?" Jaune snapped.

"I've defected. I ran away. Salem would have killed me."

"Why would she kill a henchman besides you being expendable?" Jaune took out Crocea Mors, intending to use it against him.

"Because I have Silver Eyes. She kills people with Silver Eyes so I ran away and hid in Mistral. I left on the Argus train after Haven Academy was shut down." He told him.

"Why should we trust you?" Jaune asked.

"I have a daughter in Atlas. I'm trying to get to her. She should be turning six in a week." Mercury told him.

"You have a kid? A real kid?" Jaune asked, putting Crocea Mors away but laughing in his face.

"Yeah. I have her picture if you don't believe me." he angrily snapped.

"Yeah sure." Mercury pulled up the few pictures of Chrome he'd managed to get over the time he had his scroll.

"She looks just like you." Jaune hummed.

"I know, surprising considering she's adopted." He smirked.

"Alright, we can keep the stray you guys found." Jaune told them.

"Hey!" Mercury wanted to feel insulted but, honestly, it was kind of funny being referred to as a stray like he was some cat they'd found on their journey. They went onto the transit and Mercury just followed them around to Jaune's sister's house.

Mercury would absolutely not fawn over the baby Saphron had. He totally wasn't. Nope, not at all. He absolutely wasn't and no one had any proof that he was soft toward children, no sir. Mercury did take the food offered to him by Nora.

"C'mon, eat up. You can't be passing out on us." Nora shoved the sandwich into his mouth to stop his argument. It was then he realized he was actually really hungry.

He listened to their discussion this time while he ate. He wanted to know what would be happening. He wanted to make sure he could help at least. Mercury had a bad feeling, like something bad would happen to impede their journey like those damned nightmares.

"So we kinda already tried that and it didn't go super great." Jaune admitted.

"Come on, it couldn't be that bad." Yang laughed. Mercury had a feeling that she would regret saying that.

#rwby #mercury black #maria calavera #qrow branwen #oscar pine #blake belladonna #ruby rose #yang xiao long #weiss schnee #jaune arc #nora valkyrie #lie ren #snoweywrites #tw self deprecation #tw abuse mention #tw child abuse mention #tw amputation mention #tw death mention #tw weapon mention #tw food mention

[sunflowersseemhappy]

Hewlo! Thank you in advance for paying attention to this text! I wanted to ask, how would main 6 react to mc who even before the events of the game had already made a pact with the Devil in order to gain... whatever they wish. Let it be left to imagination. Aaand somehow they managed to deceive the Devil and they escaped the oppressive consequences. Idk if that even possible. But what if? Sounds bretty badass imp lol. Thx again! Hope you have a good day/evening/night! ❤️

Hellow anon! I kept this short but I hope you like it! 

REQUESTS ARE CLOSED and here is my Masterlist!

Asra

“You WHAT!?”

Asra’s already reeling off all the things that could have gone wrong, and you’re just sitting fearfully in your seat as he rants.

“Y/N how- you’re smarter than this! Honestly I expect this from Lucio, even Julian but you!? Do you have any idea how dangerous, reckless, irresponsible- you have no idea what kind of trouble you could have got yourself into! I mean just think of all-”

When he looks at you at your sorrow of his outburst Asra stops dead, he recalls an argument the two of you had long ago about his own deals...

“Y/N- rgh, I’m such a hypocrite...”

“Well, yes.” You state matter of factly stooping to kneel next to Asra as he slumps down on a stool. “But if we hadn’t made the deals we made, who knows what would have happened. I’m not saying I’m happy or think I’m so clever making that deal but we’re together and stronger because of it.”

Asra smiles fondly at you before it transforms into a smirk, “if I was still your ‘master’ you would be so grounded.”

Nadia

If she wasn’t already sitting she is now clutching at her temple as you tell her “it's alright though, I escaped the repercussions!”

Nadia sits in silence for a few moments and as you take up seat next to her, her hand slides on top of yours.

“Y/N, what if you did not? I could not bear the thought of what happened to Lucio happening to you, it would pain me so...”

“Nothing’s going to happen,” you affirm, squeezing her hand back. “Lucio made too many deals. Sure one from the Devil isn’t good... but I made it in a time of weakness. But with you around all I feel is strength, I’ll never make a deal so long as you’re around.”

“Be that as it may Y/N, one more deal?” Nadia raises an eyebrow, “a deal between us, to never make a deal again?”

You nod, “that sounds like a deal worth keeping.”

Julian

“Ha ha very funny Y/N! Quite the shocking tale of-oh... you’re serious?!”

Julian’s face is scrunched up in an awkward grimace his eyes getting progressively wider and he glances away mumbling under his breath and beginning to pace. He doesn’t seem to know how to handle this.

You’re surprised by his hands clapping down on your shoulders, “you’re serious? Y/N! When did you make this deal? Why did you make it? That’s so dangerous! Anything could have happened to you! Did you give him what you wanted? Wait, no you said he never got anything off you-”

As he babbles you sit him down and clap a hand over his mouth, his eyes are still wide but he falls silent.

“Okay Julian just breathe. Yes, I am serious. The deal was a long time ago, it was a mistake, I know. I made it because [insert reason here]. It was dangerous, I admit, but like I said he never got anything from me. I’m good, fine, I’ve escaped it. Now please breathe?!”

Julian does as you ask, his eyes checking you over. “You’re okay?” You nod and Julian’s arms wrap around your waist, “words cannot- I am so glad you are. I don’t know what I’d do without you.”

“Probably something questionable,” you jest in an attempt to lighten Julian’s mood. You can tell it worked by his relieved laugh.

Muriel

Just looks sooo tired right now, secretly thinking ‘not another one’ because he went through this whole conversation with Asra too.

You mistake it for silent anger when you see that he’s remained totally unmoved, when Muriel notices how worried you look he sighs.

His hands place themselves to the sides of your arms and rub’s soothingly down them and to your hands.

“I’m not... angry, you probably had a good reason...” You don’t have much time to look relieved as he continues seriously, “but just don’t make it a habit, otherwise you and Asra are probably going to get me in trouble.”

The corner of his mouth is tilted slightly, almost amused, and you chuckle when you hug him.

“What are you talking about? Me and Asra are perfect angels!” You give him a crooked grin and Muriel shakes his head.

“Julian’s better behaved than the two of you.”

Portia

Portia is thoroughly confused because for the most part she did miss the whole thing about making deals, etc...

You realise this when she gives you a befuddled look brow furrowed in thought as she taps her chin.

“So you made a deal, which could have gone horribly wrong.” Portia begins thoughtfully continuing. “A deal with the devil for the thing you wanted and he could have asked for anything in return. A deal like Lucio made with the devil which ended up making him a spooky ghost goat and messing up Vesuvia and all our friends memories. A deal that you escaped but if you hadn’t, something equally as bad or worse would have happened?!”

You flinch at her raised pitch and the paper Portia taps you scoldingly on the head with, “are you trying to do? Out-stupid my brother?!”

Although she sounds angry Portia’s eyes soften, and she hugs you resting her chin on your shoulder, “can’t say I wouldn’t be tempted too though...”

You have a feeling you know what Potia is talking about but you stay silent on that thought as you rub her back.

“Given the chance, I think anyone would be.”

Lucio

Lucio looks too pleased about this development... for some reason. In fact he doesn’t look pleased, he looks smug.

Like the cat who ate the cream and the bird.

“Oh Y/N I knew I was attracted to you for a reason, seems we both find deals with the Devil irresistible.” Lucio teasingly says, booping your nose. “Although if you’d ever wish to get on my level, my cute magician, you’re going to have to make more than one to beat me.”

You stare at him slack jawed for a moment, but the glimmer of mischief is just visible in his eyes.

“Wait, are you boasting about how many deals you’ve made?! Lucio!” You smack him upside the head with a stray pillow. “It’s not a competition! I’m being serious”

Lucio’s face softens as he catches the pillow, “I know... but surely it makes you feel better knowing I did a lot worse in making deals?”

You grumble but a smile lights your lips.

“Yeah at least I didn’t become a goat...” Lucio hits you back with the pillow as you descend into giggles.

#the arcana #asra #nadia #lucio #muriel #julian #portia #devil #mc #apprentice #headcanon

[yandere-daydreams]

Requests open tomorrow, but tonight, I plan on being as selfish as possible. No one asked for this, no one wanted it, and yet, I give you all some of my favorite Minecraft Mobs as Modern Yanderes. 

TW: Emotional Manipulation, Stalking and Kidnapping. 

Picrews: Creeper, Zombie, Skeleton, and Enderman. 

Type: Creeper

Name: Everett Warrens

Bio:

~He tries to look tough, but don’t be fooled. This man is the softest of them all.

~Everett is definitely an Obsessive, in terms of how much he needs to be around you alone. He’ll try to push you away, at first, to cross his arms and grit his teeth and go on for hours about how he doesn’t need anyone else, but all the complaining in the world won’t stop him from gravitating to your side. Not that he tries to keep himself away, after a while. 

~It’s awful, how many different sides of him you bring out. He swears you’re a breath of fresh air, something to help him calm down and relax, but for all his promises and rationalizations, he can be so… explosive, when you’re around. It’s directed outwardly, most of the time, towards a stranger he’s deemed a threat or a friend of yours he doesn’t care for, but regardless of the reason, you’re always pressed to his side and you always bear the brunt of his anger. He’ll never stop asking why you flinch whenever he yells, though.

~After his initial aversion wears off (and before it does, really), you’ll never be apart from him. He puts a lot of value on physical affection, so even when you’re scared and crying and he knows he’s the cause, he’ll still be pressed into your side, refusing to acknowledge your need for space. Everett wants to be near you, so you have to want to be near him, right? He’d just be so angry if he found out you didn’t, and you don't want him to be angry, do you?

~Look at that face. He’s a vegan. Probably has a garden or some shit. Fucking vegan.

~He cares about you, but he can’t express it, he refuses to express it. He doesn’t know how and he’s not going to try, leaving you desperately attempting to figure out whether he wants to kiss you or kill you, that day. But, as long as you love him and trust him and never leave him, things should be fine, you should be fine. Or… you’ll be fine until his next temper tantrum, at least. 

Type: Skeleton

Name: Riley Delgado

Bio:

~You’ll like him, that’s the worst part. He just seems like a really, really good kid. 

~For all intents and purposes, Riley is one of the more normal Yanderes. A little off, a little quiet, but it’s nothing you can’t write off as your nervous friend being… nervous, for lack of a better way to put it. He seems to operate at a respectful distance, to let you live your life while he focuses on his own. He seems to, of course. You should know how these things tend to go, by now. 

~Riley is slow to approach you. He waits and watches, learning and looking for any weak spots you might have before starting to consider how he might be able to exploit them. It’s a meticulous process, for him, one that could take days, weeks, months depending on how private you insist on being, but don’t worry. It’s all worth it, in the end, when he gets to see how bright your smile is when you realize just how well the two of you get along, after all his hard work.

~Gaslighting will be big in your relationship. He positions himself as your shoulder to cry on, the only support you’ll ever need. Everyone else is wrong, by default, everyone else is bad. They’re the ones hurting you, not Riley, never Riley, he couldn’t if he wanted to. Even if you can find a fault in everyone else, he’s impeccable. He doesn’t have to isolate you, you’ll do it on your own, pushing everyone else away and relying more and more on him. I mean, why wouldn’t you? Riley’s the only person you can really trust, he’s said so himself. And Riley has never been wrong.

~That’s not to say he’ll never take a more direct route, though. Once he’s sure you rely on him, he’ll let his possessive side shine through, even if he’s still subtle about it. He doesn’t want to push you away, but he lets himself indulge, lets himself get greedy. Touches only bordering on platonic, comments that don’t seem so friendly… little things, just to reinforce how much you need him. How much he needs you, too.

~He’s on the clumsier side. It wouldn’t be bad on its own, but mixed with a passion for archery and a love for the sharpest arrows he can find, the end result is a little problematic. 

~Don’t struggle, and everything should be fine. Riley is controlling, manipulative, but he’s not cruel. He doesn’t want to make you miserable, but he’s hyper-aware of his ability to do so, proud of it, even. It’s why resistance is so futile. By the time you decide to test his patience, he’ll probably be itching to see how much he can really take from you.

Type: Zombie

Name: Ezra Steele

Bio: 

~Terrible. Awful. The worst. He can be blown away by a strong breeze, and yet, you’re the one in his basement. 

~The biggest creep of the bunch, absolutely. Chances are, you’ve only had a handful (most likely less) before he decides he’s head over heels, whole-heartedly, completely in love. He thinks you’re just the cutest! He doesn’t know how anyone manages to hold himself back when they’re infatuated, and he certainly isn’t going to try. You’ll know that better than most, by the end of it. Just… trust me. You will.

~What he does could almost be called stalking, if you’re generous. He hits all the major milestones you’d expect, but he makes no attempt to hide his intentions. In fact, it wouldn’t be wrong to say he wants you to know he’s there, whether that acknowledgment comes in the form of a note left in your closet, thanking you for the garments he ‘borrowed’, or on the rare occasions he cooks for you, letting you find whatever you’ve been craving ready and waiting by the time you come home. He’d like to think you appreciate him, despite how quickly you discard anything he makes.

~Probably leaves lingerie on your doorstep. He’s gross, like that. His ‘gifts’ will only get worse if you bother to take it inside. 

~Ezra isn’t one for planning, but luckily, he doesn’t shy away from violence, usually leaning towards the path of least resistance. If you struggle when he thinks it’s time to ‘take the next step’ in your relationship, then so be it, he knows you’ve always been so shy about these things. A loose brick is just as good as any proper sedative, in his opinion, even if you always seem so fussy when you wake up.

~He’s that vile mixture of delusional and terribly apathetic. He’ll go on and on about how much he loves you, how happy the two of you are together, but that doesn’t stop him from going whatever he has to urge to, regardless of how you feel about it. Just try not to complain too much, when it comes to the way he treats you. Ezra tends to fall out of love as quickly as he falls into it.

Type: Enderman

Name: Zacharia Garcia

Bio: 

~He’s a sweetheart, I promise. He’ll kidnap you then cry when you yell at him, but I promise, he’s a sweetheart.

~It helps that he's very, very lucid. He knows his feelings are more intense than they should be, but as much as he tries to push them down, they keep bubbling up, boiling over, resurfacing stronger and darker than ever before. As much as he tries to think rationally and keep you as far from him as possible, he breaks as soon as he sees your smile or hears your laugh, hell, the right look could make him fall apart. It’s almost funny, how the smallest thing can make a grown man shatter like a pane of glass. 

~He’s harsh with himself, but Zacharia’s nothing but gentle, when it comes to. Regardless of how mad you make him, what you yell or how loudly you scream, the most he’ll do is hush you and tighten your restraints, only using a gag when he can’t stand to hear another word. It’s selfish of him, really. He doesn’t want to think of your relationship as anything less than perfect, so he does his best to get it as close as possible. Of course, his standards waver from time to time, but that’s only natural. You can hardly hold it against him. 

~The only thing that makes him angry, really angry, is violence. You can hit him, tear up your room, rip one of the many, many gifts he’s brought home for you to shreds, but as long as it’s physical and messy and unignorable, it’ll set him off. The most you can do is hide and hope he blows off some steam before confronting you. He doesn’t expect you to be happy, but he can’t stand the idea that you’re not trying just as hard as he is to make this work. It's just rude, honestly. 

~Those glasses are useless, by the way, he hasn’t had his prescription checked in years. If you ever ask him to read something, he’ll probably pretend to scan over the same page for a few minutes before handing it back and whining until you read it to him.

~He’s like a well-trained pet. He might be intimidating, at first, but as soon as you show him some love and prove you can behave, the only thing he ever wants to do is be with you. And if you can’t make the first step… he’ll deal with it. He’s never been the affectionate type, but he’s sure that if he proves he can take care of you, you’ll have to come around, eventually. Even if he has to make an effort to persuade you, from time to time.

#yandere #yandere love #yandere x you #yandere x reader #yandere prompt #yandere imagines #yandere drabble #yandere drabbles #yandere scenerio #yandere scenarios #yandere imagine #yandere prompts #yandere fanfiction #yandere minecraft #yandere minecraft mobs #yandere ocs #yandere oc #yandere ocs x reader #yandere oc x reader #yandere headcanons #yandere headcannons #yanderecore #yandere core

[with-love-anu]

Chances

Pairing: Sirius Black x Reader

Summary: Sirius is the asshole of your group who seems bent on pissing you off

Warnings: Swearing, Sirius being a bully

Word Count: 1,848

Asshole. He was a complete nauseating asshole. Honestly you didn’t know why you let him get that much to you. You tried to breathe. That fucking man-child Sirius just ruined your notes. Those notes you spent so much time creating and what was his response again? Ooopsie.

“(Y/n), you’re really scary when you are angry.” Sirius said performing spells to repair the damage.

“Am I?” you scoffed. “Perhaps, if I would have been, people would not try to test me!”

“Hey calm down, chill, okay?” He said with a smirk that made you wish to rip his mouth. “Here’s your notes; as good as new.”

He looked smug at the moment, gesturing the notes towards you as if trying to calm a rabid dog. Argghhh. Maybe you would become one, Sirius was in fact capable of bringing out worst in people. You snatched your notes and went away with a huff.

“You can thank me later!” Sirius called after you.

He hated you. That had become a well known fact. Why? You had no idea. You remembered being actually friends with him once. Good friends. Then one day, he just turned cold. You had tried to talk to him. But between him ignoring you completely and him shouting, “Are you that dumb, I don’t want to talk to you; move along!!” in front of the great hall you got the message. You remember running into the washroom and crying your eyeballs out. After that you stopped talking to him. You still hung out with Remus and James. Whenever he would be in the group, he would sometimes make snarky remarks at you, or ignore you otherwise. You would reply back with a scoff or just roll your eyes and continue your conversation with others. It hurt, it really did; but you had mastered to not let it show.

It was the potions class. Professor Slughorn had placed a golden yellow potion in front of you all. It looked gorgeous. Bubbles burst around, making it look heavenly. You fidgeted in excitement. You knew what it was.  

“Can anyone tell me what this is?” the professor asked. You shot your hand up immediately.

“Yes, Miss (Y/l/n)?”

“Felix Felicis, also called "Liquid Luck", is a potion that makes the drinker lucky for a period of time, during which everything they attempt will be successful. It is meant to be used sparingly, however, as it causes giddiness, recklessness, and dangerous overconfidence if taken in excess.” You said in one breath.

“Oh, so you took it today before coming to class?” Sirius sneered and everyone rolled out laughing causing your cheeks to burn. You stared straight ahead not wanting to give anyone the satisfaction. You bit your tongue. Your mother taught you, bullies would always try to get on your nerves, to reply or remark back will only make them stronger.

“Be nice to them, it will have a far greater effect. Help everyone and never speak words full of hatred. Doing that you not only hurt the person you say it to but also yourself. We don’t get to choose people who come into our lives, they maybe good or bad. Most of them will disappoint you, hurt you; but you must remember- you are stronger. I am in no way am telling you to let people take advantage of your generosity. You will be stronger because you didn’t cause the same pain which made you want to kill them, smack them, kick them in the shins so they cry out.” You giggled. Your mother smiled.

“Let go. Move on. Ignore them. It takes strength, it’s a power that belongs only to the greatest of men.”

But urge to smack him right in the face so his jaw broke was so damn strong. You took a deep breath, in and out.

“Mr. Black! How dare you! You just insulted one of my best students. You need the potion much more than she does, even to pass this class! So, I would insist you to take out your book and start studying.”

You did not expect that. People around you snickered and snorted. You didn’t dare look at Sirius. You wanted to smile, but you couldn’t. You remembered him sitting for hours in the library with Remus to work on potions. Perhaps, this was a bit too harsh.

***

You were all sitting in the library, talking about the upcoming hogsmede weekend.

“My Lily flower here, has finally agreed to go out with me as a couple!” James said putting an arm around Lily. Lily blushed.

“Well, you did promise me anything I want from honeydukes.” She told him leaning into James embrace.

“(Y/n) what about you, got any plans?” Remus asked.

“You’re asking (Y/n)? I doubt she could get a date in a million years being the know it all, we all know she is.”

You sucked a breath. James and Remus glared at him and were ready to launch when someone put an arm around you.

“(Y/n), babe?” you turned to see Sebastian standing close behind you.

Sebastian and you were weird friends. You were completely honest with one-another, understanding each-others choices and flirted with each other for fun. You would definitely count him as one of your best friends.

“Guys can I borrow my girl for a moment?” Sebastian said flashing a grin towards your friends. My girl? What was he doing?

Everyone nodded and Sebastian took you a little away, but you were sure everyone could still see you. You raised an eyebrow at Sebastian when he placed his hands on the sides of your waist.

“Listen (Y/n), I heard that ass-hole talk shit about and I couldn’t help it. You’re one of prettiest, kindest girls in school and I would have taken you out any day but that would just have complicated things between us.”

He was helping you?

“God! Am I that pathetic?” You said looking away not sure what felt worse.

Sebastian rolled his eyes and scoffed. “I am just going to assume you didn’t say that. Really? You believing that piece of shit now?”

You let out a small laugh smiling at Sebastian.

“You’re the best!” you said sniffing.

“Of course I am! I am bloody perfect, darling!” he said kissing your cheek.

“Okay, so you are coming with me next hogsmede weekend. We’ll show those fuckers what a perfect couple looks like.” He said with a glint in his eyes.

You laughed.

“Is that so, honey?” you said playing with his tie.

“Oh yes, baby girl!” he said with a wink, leaving.

Unknowns’ to you Sirius watched your interaction with Sebastian with narrowed eyes and a clenched jaw. He hated it. He hated himself. He was in love with you since the 2nd year and in the process of realizing it he panicked. He thought maybe if he was mean to you, you would hate him and return the favor. But you never did. You continued to behave civilly to him and even came forward to help him when he was struggling. And how did he repay you? By being an ass. His heart clenched every single time he teased you to get on your nerves and his stomach twisted in knots. He could never have you. Not someone as sweet as you.

***

You were going through the corridors when you heard shouts. You turned and sprinted towards their direction. You saw Avery and Mulciber dueling with Sirius. They shot a spell towards him and he fell back.

“Expelliamus!!” you shouted and caught their wands. They widened their eyes.

“You’ll get these back from Slughorn” you said in a sharp tone that left no arguments. They huffed and walked away. You turned towards Sirius. Shit he was bleeding.

“Fuck- that’s a nasty cut Sirius!” you said concerned. You concentrated and performed some healing spells. Sirius watched you intensely.

“This is going to sting, okay?” you said to Sirius but all he did was stare with an expression you couldn’t quite place. So, you returned to patching him up, trying not to squirm under his gaze.

He hissed. You gulped and tried not to shake. After you finished, you helped him stand. You looked at him and noticed he was still watching you.

“I’m gonna go and give these to Slughorn,” you said indicating the wands. “You go back to the common room and eat something, preferably chocolate.”

“Why?” he said his eyes not leaving you.

“Why what?” you asked confused.

“Why did you help me, even though I am so awful to you?” he asked.

You huffed. So, that is what this is about. As angry you were at him all the time, you couldn’t see him being beaten mercilessly.

“I am a prefect. I am supposed to stop fights.” You said as you turned to leave.

“I’m sorry” he called out loud. You turned and said, “What?”

“I’m sorry. I’m sorry for being the biggest pile of dip-shit you’ve ever seen. For every single mean comment I said not meaning it. I’m sorry for being a pain in the ass, for being so bloody damn rude even though all you’ve ever been was sweet to me.”

You stared at him. He was apologizing?

“You’re a great person (Y/n), I don’t think I’ve seen anyone match your beauty or your wit. You’re so generous that I sometimes wonder if it’s humanely possible, whether you’re real. You help anyone and everyone if they need it, never asking anything in return. And I’m grateful and thankful for how you’ve treated me and am insanely humiliated at my own behavior.” Sirius huffed. It felt like every single thing he had pent up was coming out. He wanted to shout, to scream, to let this wonderful girl standing near him know, know that she was amazing, that he was sorry, that he… he liked her so damn much it had started to hurt him. Breathing deeply he looked at her.

You were stunned. You didn’t know what to say. Your ex-friend was giving you all these praises and compliments and sincerely apologizing for being a goddamn git. You knew for a fact that the word “sorry” never came out of Sirius’s mouth; not even for teachers.

“Well, say something?” Sirius said in a small voice.

“I don’t know what to say. You’ve been so rude to me since so many years that I started to be disappointed on just seeing you. Now, you’re saying all these things, which are flattering but, how could I forgive you in just one day? How could I forget what you did to me?”

“Don’t. I want to ask for a chance, to remedy what I did wrong. I know it can’t be done overnight, but I’ll makeup for it eventually. I promise.” He said sincerely.

“Work for it. If I think you're as sincere and want my friendship as much as you say, I'll give you a chance. Not a moment before.” You said. Sirius nodded slowly. You took a deep breath turning and leaving. What did you just agree to?

A/N: Let me know what you think!

#sirius #sirius black #siriusxreader #sirius imagine #marauders imagine #harry potter #harry potter imagine #marauders x reader #my work #Anu writes

[alia-turin]

For a fic that is mostly written that surely takes a lot of time to edit. Anyway, new chapter (yey) for the like 1.5 people who read that and my self indulgence. I do promise lots of action next time (which most likely will be next week) and from then on. 

As always thank you for reading and commenting, I love you guys

Fic Title: Somewhere in Time (Chapter 4) Previous Chapters: 1, 2, 3 Fandom: The Witcher (Aen Elle) Pairing: Caranthir/F/OC Warning: Canon typical violence for this chapter, mention of scars, angst AO3 Link

Caranthir walked in the yard where Eredin and Imlerith were practicing. He didn’t join them immediately but watched from distance, not even sure he wanted to talk to them. He spent the last week in the mountains in the Winter Tower, alone. He needed to clear his head, but he managed somehow to achieve the exact opposite. He had buried himself in books reading about magic of half elves and half humans. He didn’t want to think about her, but all he did was somehow centered around her. What he read, what he dreamed about at night...he hoped that a week away will just make him forget about her, but it didn’t. Just made it worse. What bothered him more was the fact that he had to force himself to stay away. Every time he thought about the roundness of her face, the softer elven lines of her cheeks, the eyes he had the urge to get himself back in Tir na Lia. He had missed the way her body felt against his and it might have been an innocent touch but made him realize how he never truly had that in any way or form.

“The prodigal son is back.” Imlerith shouted at him as he and Eredin ended another sparring session. Perhaps he was not as out of sight as he thought he was.

“And what was it this time?” Eredin mocked him. “Avallac’h? Someone else? Your canary?”

“Needed some air.” he tried to keep his voice flat and show his annoyance at the fact Eredin was aware Caranthir vanished every time he had to deal with his emotions.

“Plenty of air here.” he opened his arms as if to point at all the air around them. “Every time you fall into one of your moods you hide in the snow. So what was it?”

Caranthir didn’t answer. That was a weakness, neither of them would understand what he needed right now and they would most likely laugh it off. He would laugh if it was one of them in his shoes. But they weren’t. Imlerith needed a touch only when it made him orgasm and Eredin would never have an issue act on his feelings no matter what they were. The king did not hate himself unlike Caranthir.

“Fuck. It’s the girl.” Imlerith groaned and reached for his pocked tossing some coins at Eredin, the king caught them with a smile.

“I actually wanted to spar.” he looked at Imlerith pretending none of the conversation right now actually happened.

“I have been swinging a sword all day. Wrestling.” That wouldn’t have been Caranthir’s first choice, Imlerith was built like a mountain, but he needed the physical distraction. Any physical distraction would do. Last time they wrestled his neck and back hurt for two weeks.

Caranthir unbuckled the clasp on his coat and let it fall down. He pulled his shirt over his head as Imlerith did the same, both of them removing their belts.

Imlerith was bigger than him, pounds of muscle over bones, the man could lift a horse and won’t even break a sweat. Caranthir was far from being skinny and weak, years of practice with these two had built him stronger, but he was small next to the other man. His only chance was to be actually faster which was not as easy as it seemed as Imlerith had the reflexes of a snake.

“I forget what mess you are.” Imlerith taunted him pointing at his body. He knew it was just a game, but the words stung all the same. He was a mess, his tattoos covered most of the scars on his body, but they were still there.

“Avallac’h took pity on you, if he had made me physically perfect, you would never get laid, someone had to be uglier than you.” Caranthir responded but all he earned was a snarl and Imlerith launching at him. If he could use magic, they would be done by now, but that was not fun. He braced himself for the impact but the force Imlerith used to slam at him was so strong that it threw him on the ground immediately.

“One -zero” Eredin announced leaning against the nearby wall with a smug smile on his face.

Caranthir got himself on his feet quickly and started slowly circling around Imlerith. He couldn’t win with brute force, he knew that he had to be smarter. Imlerith launched again, but this time he was paying attention, he moved out of the way just in time to grab Imlerith’s arm and twisted behind his back. Imlerith tapped his free hand against his naked shoulder.

“One - one.” Eredin announced. Caranthir could almost bet money the king was enjoying that too much.

He stepped back allowing some distance between the two of them. They watched each other. Imlerith did the same attack and Caranthir was honestly surprised, but before he could react Imlerith ducked down. Caranthir used his arm to block the mass coming against him and for a second he could but Imlerith just grabbed his foot and made him lose balance, Caranthir falling on his back again, the stone and dirt scratching against his skin and Imlerith’s full weight on top. He was better than that, but for some reason concentration was not something that was coming to him easy right now.

“Two - one.”

Caranthir waited for Imlerith to get off him and took a deep breath. That was humiliating. He knew Imlerith was stronger and physically better in a fight, but it was still embarrassing. Just like the feeling of loneliness that had been following him for a week now. The thought stung his mind and he did not see when Imlerith launched at him again, his shoulder at Caranthir’s knees and tossing him over his whole body. The fall hurt, his head hit the stone and for a second he could see two of Eredin by the wall and three times more towers on the castle.

“Still with us?” Imlerith loomed over him, Caranthir nodded. “I think that was enough beating for a day.”

He had to agree. His back had started hunting on the first throw and now his head was hurting. He reached for his shirt and used it to clean the dust and sweat of his body.

“I think that was your worst in a very long time.” Eredin said as he pushed himself off the wall.

“You wouldn’t be saying that if we were using magic.” it was childish of him to say that, but Caranthir could fight, might not be as good as the other two but he wasn’t weak, just...distracted. It was humiliating and he had no one to blame but himself and maybe Avallac’h.

“Caranthir, I need you focused.” Eredin finally said, looking at him dead serious, no mockery. The navigator nodded. He needed himself focused.

The king started walking toward the castle then suddenly stopped. “The reception Ge’els has been going on for a month is tomorrow. You will both attend and you will both behave.”

Imlerith groaned, Caranthir just looked up the castle to one particular window. He had a problem to resolve, but he had no idea how.

After he changed and cleaned himself he opened a portal and walked straight into Avallac’h’s room. He wasn’t even sure why he was here, it wasn’t like the two of them had any sort of relationship left. Caranthir was still angry at him, after so many years and Avallac’h had isolated himself with his work and plotting.

His teacher was sitting behind his desk, head buried in a book. Caranthir just stood there not saying anything part of him felt like a little boy again, unable to solve a problem and going to his master to ask for help. Avallac’h did not turn toward him either even if he was aware Caranthir was there. He regretted coming here, that was stupid, there was nothong on earth Crevan could do for him, he didn’t even know what to ask.

Avallac’h lifted his head from the book and looked at him. They both just stood there, neither of them talking just looking at each other.

“What is it?” Avallac’h eventually broke the silence, but Caranthir didn’t answer. To tell him what the problem was, felt like cutting himself open and serving his guts on a platter. He was developing feelings he could not understand and he was...scared. He didn’t want to be hurt again, he didn’t want to make himself vulnerable, but at the same time that feeling he felt when he touched her and his arms were around her...he wanted that. Avallac’h was the only person he knew who had truly been in love. Probably Eredin somewhere at some point but that was just a wild guess. Imlerithw would never make that list.“Caranthir, I cannot read minds. Either tell me why you are here or leave, I’m busy.”

“You and Lara…” as soon as he mentioned the name Avallac’h eyes narrowed. “I know you loved her and then things happened. Was it worth it?”

“Was it worth what?” Avallac’h’s voice was calm but Caranthir knew him too well. He was getting angry and defensive. Expected almost every time they had one of their little verbal sparrings, Caranthir would drag Avallac’h’s feelings out there in the open.

“I’m not here to fight.” he decided to clarify, he regretted coming here as it was already but he was desperate to find some understanding of himself and who better than Avallac’h to provide that. “You were hurt after she left, your pain - was it worth in comparison to the good things you felt before she left?”

Avallac’h didn’t answer for a very long moment. His teacher just looked at him, Caranthir could bet money he was trying to figure out what was going on, after all the two of them did not speak on trivial topics anymore. Ever to be fair.

“I will assume you are not asking me this question out of concern for my current or past mental state.” Avallac’h finally said. “So I will also assume it has more to do with your mental state.”

“Forget it.” He did not need a lecture right now. He would deal with his own problems as he had always done. Most likely it will all end in ruins, but he had tried. He started opening a portal.

“Wait.” Avallac’h raised his hand. “Falling in love is to find pieces of you that have been missing. There are a lot of pieces missing from you.”

“And whose fault is that?” Caranthir said through his teeth.

“You cannot blame me forever for everything. Whatever I have done, I have done it, but you are more than hundred years old, the damage you are doing to yourself is not on my conscious.” silence again. Caranthir had to fight with himself not to snap back, instead he just started casting the portal again. “Caranthir.” Avallac’h spoke. “You are a cage in need of a bird...if you happen to find your brid, make sure the cage’s door remains open. It would be painful if the bird dies inside.”

Aine walked from one end of the room and counted 8 steps. Exactly as many as she counted yesterday. Then she did it on the long side of the room. Twelve. Yes, that many were there yesterday. Her mind was not playing tricks on her.

She stopped by the window and looked down. She was that close to throwing herself through it - what was there to lose, her life did not mean much here anyway. Nothing had happened for a week. Not a thing. Caranthir never showed up again which was a relief for the first two days. Then she was so bored even his presence was going to be a relief. She read all the books he gave her - twice. She did not try doing any more magic, she was worried she might mess up again and there was no one to stop her now. Then again who knew, maybe she should try to bring the castle over everyone’s head and that will solve all of her problems. Her mind was lost in itself, servants came and went, cleaned the room, left her food, one would almost be deceived she was not a prisoner. None of the servants spoke to her, they didn’t even look at her, but what was new. She was used to the servants in her father’s house give her these looks, as if she had any say in the matter of who she was. Aine never understood it as a child, until she understood she was also treated differently than Aen Elle. Not as a servant but as a mistake.

She walked to the window again and looked down, she could see the city and the courtyard...and there he was. That bastard. She was too high up to make the features of his face, but she recognized the hair, the frame and the cloak lined with furs. He was with two other men and from what she could make they were talking. Then Caranthir and the larger man started taking their clothes off. She had seen the tattoos under his chin but she did not expect they covered most of his body. She couldn’t recognize the signs or symbols from here. The other man was larger and looked physically stronger. Then they started wrestling, Caranthir obviously being at disadvantage. He managed to overpower the other man once and was thrown on the ground three times. Then after speaking for another moment the three of them walked away.

Aine stepped from the window and looked again at the room. Her feelings were anywhere between anger, despair, fear and sadness. What did she need to do to just get out of here. He had obviously lost interest, whatever that interest might have been which was a relief. If she didn’t find a way out she was probably going to lose her mind.

She was used to loneliness, that did not scare her, but the lack of freedom was what drove her insane. All she wanted and needed was just for that door to open so she can go back home and she won’t bother anyone. Why was he even doing that to her?

Magic...fine she could use magic, so what? She had no real interest in using it, she lived for almost hundred years without that she thought she could manage perfectly fine for whatever time was left. She also knew magic was a sure way to get yourself noticed, as already proven, so she’d rather stay away from that.

As she was debating on how exactly to get out of there something weird appeared in the middle of the room, a hole in the air and Caranthir stepped out of it. A portal. She had never truly seen one, but everyone knew about them.

Her first reaction was surprised but then it was anger.

“You bastard.” She had been holding his ring in her hand so she threw it at him, the metal hitting his chest and falling down on the stone with a loud noise. Caranthir looked down at the ring then looked at her. She suddenly realized what she did and made a step back.

“Not so scared, now are you, my little canary?” He smiled, but there was nothing warm in his smile. He lifted his ring and placed it back on his finger where it originally came from.

Caranthir could see she was on edge. Different than it was before, she was still afraid of him, but that now? That was pure anger and frustration. He deserved it for sure. Being away for a week did not change how he felt, made it even worse. He had been starving to touch her again, but now that he was in front of her all he could think was what Avallac’h said. He would never admit it out loud, but his teacher had some good ideas occasionally.

“Sit.” he pointed at the bed that was right between the two of them. He set on one end and was hoping she would sit somewhere closer, but that did not happen, she sat as far away as possible from him without falling off the damned thing. Caranthir wanted to fix that. He made it that way, his actions, as always had led to his own suffering, but he also had no idea how to be...normal.

“Let me go or kill me, but I cannot spend another day here.” she was looking him in the eyes, straight at him, not trying to avoid his face as most people did. He was impressed, but also wondered if she would be able to keep that gaze if he was to pull his hair back and show her all the ugly scars on his skin.

He had to say or do something, but he had no idea what. That is why he had avoided her for a week, because he didn’t want to mess it up. He already had, but could be worse. Avallac’h would have never gotten himself in this situation, Eredin would probably just seduce his way out, Imlerith wouldn’t have a problem by now. If he showed her who he truly was, she would hate him, but he was all he had.

A normal person in his place would probably tell her that he likes her, that she is free to go but he would like to see her again. He wasn’t normal and not being in control of the situation freaked him out. What if he never saw her? Sure he would get over it, but the need he felt? That will never be satisfied and he was not going that road a third time.

“The king has a reception tomorrow, you will come with me.” he didn’t ask, maybe he should have asked first, but why? What if she said no, it’s not like he was going to agree to it.

“You are insane.” she took a deep breath as if trying to find her courage with that. “You kidnap me, I almost died because you needed to prove a point about magic, I’m losing my mind here and you…” she stopped. He wanted to know what was coming after you.

“I will ask my servants to bring something for you to wear, they seem to be getting your size well enough.” he made a hand gesture to her clothes. “You are a nobleman’s daughter, you know how to act.”

“Bastard half human daughter...what am I to do there?” it was strange but the passion of her voice was pushing him further and further in his need to just...hold her. He wanted to tell her that she was more than that. Maybe for everyone there but not for him. She had made him feel something he had not felt in years, she was confusing him and somehow he liked it.

“Distract people from me.” was the only answer he could give.

#my writing #caranthir ar feiniel #the witcher 3: wild hunt