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manicpixiefelix · 3 months

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But, how would Felix and Vampire Reader meet? In a party? They were visiting his old friend Duncan? They had some business with Ser James that they needed to do?

Also; if little Felix saw them when he was a kid, I just know that he had a crush on them!

Okay so I've fucked around with supernatural creature lore a few different times with different fandoms, and I've mixed up yet another new version of vampires for this AU but it diverges pretty significantly from traditional vampire lore.

So in this version, Vampirism is essentially a genetic mutation that can also be passed on like an infection.

You can become a vampire by ingesting a vampire's blood. It has to be ingested; blood to blood contact (like if they bite you but they have a split lip or something) doesn't work, ingesting any other vampire bodily fluid also doesn't work (good news for people wanting to engage in foreplay with vampires and stay human). People turned this way will stay the age that they were turned until they are killed.

You can be born a vampire. Bitten vampires will have their DNA change to having two Vampire genes; vampirism is an inherently recessive gene. A vampire and a person without any vampire parents will have a human child with a dormant vampire gene. If two human people who both have the dormant vampire gene have a child, there is a 1/4 chance the baby will be a vampire. If a vampire and a human with a vampire gene have a child, there is a 3/4 chance the baby will be a vampire.

Born vampires are inherently more powerful than bitten vampires. The most powerful and rarest are those born of two full, born vampire parents.

While vampire venom is one of the many things that keeps humans coming back to them, some to the point of addiction, due to it's intoxicating qualities, especially when released in the blood stream (like when ur bitten on the neck), vampires themselves are inherently VERY allergic to any other vampire's venom. Whether it be on skin, ingested, or in the blood, it's immediately blisteringly painful (actual blisters do form if the venom comes in contact with the skin). Vampire blood and other fluids do not have this effect. Sad news for vampires looking to go down on other vampires, but as long as you don't kiss open mouthed you can still make a baby vampire that will be more powerful than either of you combined. Most vampires obviously don't bother.

All born vampires age at the same rate as humans, but stop aging at 25, once their brain is fully developed.

All this to say that I think the reader and Felix's meeting may even be a little more tragic than the original. They're still just a kid when they meet, but they're kept mostly isolated, especially from their parents, after their powers start properly developing. They're brought out pretty frequently at charity events to coerce patrons into adoring them and listening to them and spending more money when they ask. They're given lines and fake back stories and new personas to play; they're never allowed to tell anyone they're a vampire, especially since they're parents are still keeping up the illusion of being human. They're also not allowed to tell people about their parents still, because this would all look very bad for their parents, obviously.

Felix and Reader meet at the charity auction on the boat. They're both ten. For the first time in their life, the reader is desperately trying not to put out any kind of aura or charm or enthral anyone on the boat, even knowing their parents and "handlers" won't be too pleased about it.

Felix is the first person, they fully believe, to approach them of his own free will in what feels to them like forever. It takes a lot of concentration to keep their aura in check, so they know they come off quite strange, but they've never been allowed to be strange or off-putting before, and even so, Felix doesn't seem to mind.

Its also why they're so weird that first summer at Saltburn; they're working very hard to make the Cattons like them without using their aura and they're very new to that.

Duncan, who is Much Much older than even Saltburn estate itself, is the first to recognise why the reader is struggling, and ends up taking them under his wing. They do actually start off only drinking animal blood that the Cattons have delivered for him, and he's the one who gets them to eventually open up to the family about being a vampire.

The reader, however, isn't always perfect with controlling their aura, and is very worried about whether or not they've earned the affection they get. Except both big early moments/developments in their relationship with Felix (him asking them to bite him, and him telling them he loves them in a kind of childish, summer love way) happen (albeit over two years) when the reader has been making a very focused effort not to charm him with their powers, so they're SHOCKED. Flabbergasted even, that he could genuinely like them that much without any supernatural influence.

I love them possibly too much. God this was a ramble, sorry 😅😅

#head heart hand fic #saltburn x reader #felix catton x reader #saltburn imagine #felix catton imagine #vampire au #it shouts back #manic writer

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blakeswritingimagines · 6 months

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Dating Yandere Rhaegar Targaryen would include:

As a yandere, he is deeply obsessive and possessive over the object of his affections. He will do whatever it takes to ensure that you remain by his side, even if it means resorting to violent and dangerous behaviors. He will also be highly territorial towards other potential suitors and will do all in his power to ensure that he remains the top priority in his beloved's life. However, he is also prone to fits of insecurity and jealousy, and any notion of rejection or betrayal can quickly send him into a frantic spiral.

He would be an obsessive yandere who would do anything in the name of love. He would constantly follow you and do anything to protect you. He would be possessive and jealous and would not like you to spend time with anyone else. He would always try to find opportunities to be with you and would not hesitate to eliminate any threats to your relationship.

He's extremely possessive, clingy, and obsessive, and he would do anything for his loved one, including killing/harming anyone who gets in the way or hurts you.

To be blunt, he's fairly possessive of the ones he's closest to, though he keeps those feelings bottled up as he's never been good at expressing himself. On the outside, others would probably describe him as reserved and withdrawn. When he falls in love, though, those feelings of possessiveness quickly consume him, turning into jealousy if the person he adores spends time with others. He wants to keep you all for himself and will go to great lengths to ensure that happens.

As a yandere, he is also fiercely protective of his beloved and will defend you with every fiber of his being. He may not always be a perfect lover, but he will always have your best interests at heart. He will also be highly affectionate towards you, showering you with love and attention, and always doing his best to keep you happy. However, he has also been known to be too overly possessive at times, to the point where he may try to control your actions and to the point where it becomes problematic.

Beyond the possessiveness and obsessive tendencies, he is also likely to be quite emotionally volatile as a yandere. He may be prone to bouts of jealousy, rage, and paranoia, and his emotions can be intense and unpredictable. He also has a tendency to be manipulative, attempting to coerce his beloved into conforming to his desires. He may also become overly dependent on the object of his affections, to the point where he is unable to function without you, and may lash out or break down when faced with separation.

In addition to the tendencies already mentioned, he also experiences drastic mood swings and suffers from an intense fear of abandonment or rejection. He finds himself acting in manipulative ways in order to keep his beloved in his clutches. Furthermore, he also experiences frequent fantasies or thoughts of heavy violence directed towards anyone who is perceived as threatening or hindering his relationship. Overall, he is highly prone to obsessive, controlling, and abusive behaviors in the name of love.

Yandere tendencies can also include the desire to control and manipulate you, in order to ensure your loyalty and devotion. He may take steps to isolate you from others and to keep you under his close watch. This can include stalking, coercion, and even physical restraints if necessary. In more severe cases, yandere behavior can extend to bodily harm or even murder to eliminate perceived threats or obstacles that stand in the way of his desired relationship.

As a yandere, he is capable of great acts of violence and obsession in pursuit of his desires. However, he is also capable of great acts of love and devotion to you. His actions may seem extreme and irrational to outsiders, but they're all taken from a place of deep love and affection. When he is with you, he is capable of great tenderness and compassion. He will shower you with love and attention and defend you fiercely against any perceived threats or dangers. He will do anything for the object of his affection.

Yandere behavior often stems from a profound sense of loneliness and abandonment. As such, he may be overly clingy and heavily emotionally dependent toward you, seeking constant reassurance and affection. He may also struggle to understand social or romantic norms, and his behavior may appear strange or off-putting to others. Additionally, yandere tendencies can be fueled by obsessive thoughts and delusional beliefs, leading to an unhealthy and unsustainable level of attachment.

Other yandere behaviors can include possessive language and actions, such as calling you "my everything" and insisting you belong only to him. He may also engage in extreme or obsessive behaviors to display his love and dedication, such as showering you with gifts, writing long and passionate letters, or even offering to do your chores and other tasks for you when really forcing it onto someone else. He may also become highly emotional and possessive over seemingly small things, like who you are spending time with or what you are doing when he's not around.

Extreme yandere tendencies may also manifest as obsessive and delusional thoughts and beliefs, particularly when it comes to the relationship with his beloved. He may believe that he is the only one who truly understands or deserves you and becomes suspicious or even jealous of any other individuals who show interest or attention towards you. This could lead to behaviors ranging from incessant calls or texts to displays of hostility or aggression. In extreme cases, it may even escalate to stalking and harassment of the target and other individuals whom he perceives as threats.

Along with the possessiveness and jealousy associated with yandere tendencies, he exhibits obsessive behaviors such as spending long periods of time stalking or following the object of his affections, or obsessing over every little detail of your lives. It is also common for yanderes to create an idealized version of their beloved in their minds and to become emotionally attached to this fantasy version instead of the actual person. This can lead to extreme rage, denial, or delusion if reality fails to meet these unrealistic expectations.

Additionally, yandere's can possess a level of emotional intensity and impulsivity that far outpaces the average individual. He may experience emotional outbursts and sudden changes in mood, ranging from intense euphoria and affection to extreme frustration and rage. These outbursts may be directed towards you, or towards anyone or anything else that might hinder or challenge the relationship. It is also common for yandere's to struggle with feelings of guilt or remorse following these bouts of intense emotion, as he may realize that his behavior has crossed the line and gone too far.

He is capable of genuine affection and love for the object of his affection. In fact, one of the most defining features of his is that he's seemingly unhinged behavior is ultimately motivated by a deep-seated fear of losing you to whom he may be deeply attached. He will feel intense love and admiration for his beloved and will be driven to ensure your safety, protection, and happiness.

As a yandere, having children with his beloved would be a dream come true. He'd have the opportunity to create a miniature version of you, who is both genetically and emotionally bound to him. He would be constantly striving to ensure that they were healthy, happy, and successful, and would expect you to share this vision. However, at the same time, he may struggle with feelings of jealousy and possessiveness, especially if the children were to develop independence or develop relationships outside of the family unit.

However, the idea of you rejecting the idea of having children with him would be devastating. He would perceive this as a rejection of not only his love and affection but also as a rejection of the future that he had envisioned for you together. He may become frustrated and angry and may resort to desperate and manipulative measures in an attempt to change your mind. However, if you ultimately remained resistant to his efforts, he may eventually become resigned and bitter, as he would struggle to accept the loss of such an essential part of his life's plan.

The idea of marriage would be a very important step in his relationship with you. It would show to both himself and the outside world just how serious you are about your commitment to each other. He would expect the marriage to be an extremely romantic and lavish large affair, which he would plan with precision and care. After the ceremony, he would expect to spend every moment of your lives together, with no room for any other relationships or outside interference.

He would likely face opposition from people in both his beloved's life and his own. Family members, friends, and even romantic rivals for your attention may all try to convince him to change his obsessive and possessiveness behavior. They might try to convince him that he should give you more space and freedom or to try to reason with him using logic. However, the sheer magnitude of his love and devotion would make it difficult for him to listen to any outside advice, and he may feel that he knows what is best for you and your relationship.

He would likely be deeply protective and defensive of you if someone were rude or disrespectful towards you. He may even feel a sense of ownership over you, and this could make it difficult for him to accept any challenges to your autonomy or happiness. If someone were to act in a way that he perceives as a threat to you, he would likely be extremely hostile and aggressive, and he even resorts to physical violence to defend you.

#rhaegar targaryen #prince rhaegar #rhaegar targaryen x reader #dating would include #yandere Rhaegar Targaryen

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raelle-writing · 2 months

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DFF is such great show and I enjoy the portrayal of the characters and the plot. Although I am not much into JinPhee ship (even though their scene was hot) - meaning I won't actively search fics of them;-D. But I absolutely don't understand the hate this ship gets. Or Jin character gets? Like, did I miss something? Why there is so much hate towards this pairing? I don't get it. Or do they dislike Jin character so much?

So I think there are 3 main reasons that people hate PheeJin and specifically Jin as much as they do, and I'll see if I can explain it coherently below lmao

First is cultural differences.

I've noticed that by and large a lot of the hatred directed at Jin comes from international fans being extremely harsh, and I think it's partially because they don't understand some of the nuance of Thai culture. Which to be fair, why would they?

One aspect is that they get angry that Jin lied to the police without taking into account that the police are corrupt - both in the narrative and also in Thailand in general.

Another is they get mad at Jin for recording Non - which to be fair, really does suck lmao. But they make it about Jin recording Non instead of reporting the assault happening, without taking into consideration that the age of consent in Thailand is 15, which means that what happened with Non and Keng isn't technically statuatory rape. Still bad and awful and Non was coerced and assaulted, don't get me wrong - but that makes it slightly less clear cut IMO when it comes to the question of Jin seeing Non "cheating."

You can even see within the show that the reactions to that video are by and large slut-shaming and not "omg that kid was assaulted."

So to recap: Taking the video = bad. But I think people get a bit too self-righteous about the reasons why Jin took it.

Second is purity/cancel culture.

I'm sure it hasn't escaped your notice that in the internet age, if you make one mistake you're a terrible, irredeemable person and should be canceled forever. I think that's playing a part in this. All of the characters make mistakes, and because of that they're all irredeemable pieces of shit who deserve to die. Except for Non who is just a victim and has never done anything wrong (sarcasm).

In seriousness, I think that's part of it. And the fact that Non is SO sympathetic it kind of overrides people's sympathies for the other characters. I'm not 100% sure why people hate Jin the most out of everyone else considering he's the one who has tried to help Non the most out of the friend group... I guess they just have higher standards for people who try to help? Idk. Either way it seems to me that they expect Jin to be a perfectly-well-adjusted little hero who always does what's right and never makes mistakes. Instead of what he really is: a kid.

And last is fan favorites/shipping.

A big part of the reason that PheeJin shippers are getting so much hate is because TaCode shippers and PheeNon shippers have decided their ship is The Ship of the series, and think that Phee is just using Jin for revenge and anyone who genuinely ships PJ is fucked up, etc.

It's just ship war bullshit waged by largely Barcode stans, but it's certainly tiresome.

To be clear, I have nothing against PheeNon. I am of the opinion that Phee and Non were a cute high school romance that wouldn't have lasted because they had conflicting styles of showing affection and love (I'll write a post about it someday lol) but that doesn't mean I hate the ship. I thought they were very cute and it was fun to see TaCode on screen since I wrote MacauChay in my KPTS days ahahaha I just like the spice and fire of PheeJin better, and Jin is my favorite character.

I just wish that PheeNon shippers would live and let live instead of acting like they're waging some moral war. They were even crying in BOC's comment section on IG today after they posted the PheeJin poster for episode 9 saying "nooooo Phee is there for revenge he can't really have feelings for Jin!" It's exhausting... 🫠

General disclaimer: if you don't like Jin or like PheeNon better I'm not saying any of the above things applies to you. Everyone is entitled to their opinions, I'm just dissecting some of the over-the-top hate I've seen/experienced in fandom spaces lately.

#dff the series #dead friend forever #dff #pheejin #jin dff #phijin #phee DFF #non dff

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no-psi-nan · 7 months

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Torisai Genie AU

Somehow, Toritsuka gets his grubby little hands on a real life genie bottle populated by one very grumpy Saiki Kusuo.

Naturally Toritsuka immediately tries to wish for porn, sex, etc, but Saiki straight-up refuses to grant those wishes and threatens to deduct a wish if he asks for used panties one more time.

Finally Toritsuka decides to wish for a lot of money instead, which Saiki hands to him in fat stacks of cash. Except of course, any teenager having fat stacks of cash is extremely suspicious and it's not like you can buy a car with that money without a driver's license. Even if Toritsuka tries to buy a house they'll want to check his cash to make sure it's not all stolen and they'll need lots of legal documents etc, and it's such a hassle that he just doesn't end up able to do much more than buy tons of food and porn. Which is great up until he realizes this is the same shit he was doing before ANYWAYS, except now he has a judgy genie following him around and complaining about it.

Toritsuka briefly flirts with the idea of wishing for power, but fails miserably at coming up with a viable wording for it. He's like "what if you make me prime minister" and Saiki's like "you'd get fired and arrested within the week for your perv habits". He's genuinely stumped for a while as to what to ask for his second wish now that sex stuff and money were both off the table.

Finally Toritsuka realizes that he can wish for a girlfriend. Saiki refuses to coerce anyone into it though, so he has to somehow make Toritsuka genuinely attractive to a woman. He ends up having to train Toritsuka to be a little more of a gentleman, to actually wear clothes that flatter him, to throw that horrid headband in the trash, etc. They go out on fake dates, flirt, hold hands, even cuddle on the couch. During the process, Saiki kinda ends up developing his own crush on Toritsuka, to his enormous mortification.

Well, Saiki's training works and Toritsuka manages to land a girlfriend. She's pretty much everything Toritsuka wanted, down to the high libido, and Saiki is very annoyed about it, but there's nothing he can really do.

Instead, Saiki tries to convince Toritsuka to use his third wish to free him from the genie curse. Toritsuka is actually very easily convinced because a) he genuinely can't even think up a third wish to ask for, b) he's trying to NOT think of Saiki while on his hot dates with his new girlfriend but it's impossible with Saiki or his bottle nearby all the time, and also c) he feels kinda bad for Saiki who has to deal with schmucks like him or get shoved back in a bottle.

So Toritsuka wishes for Saiki to be free... but it turns out that there's a protective clause in the genie curse against that exact situation, so it doesn't work at all. Saiki is devastated but at least Toritsuka is still eligible for a third wish so he doesn't have to go back in the bottle.

Still, Saiki's not sure if it's better or worse than having to deal with watching the two lovebirds all the time. He tests his limits and tries to stay as far away from Toritsuka and his bottle as he can, and asks for Toritsuka to leave the bottle in his room and go to the girl's house instead if they're going to be doing stuff.

Except that Toritsuka is actually not enjoying this girlfriend situation as much as he thought he would. She's very forward and brazen, and Toritsuka is kinda intimidated and nervous and uncomfortable about the whole thing. It's very different to see girls do stuff on-screen or in a mag vs in real life, and he keeps thinking of how how hanging out with Saiki felt so much more natural.

It all comes to a head when the girl's making big moves on him and Toritsuka freaks out, and says out loud, "I wish Saiki was here with me!!"

Saiki gets yanked from where he was to Toritsuka's side, which takes him out of the range of the bottle, which short-circuits the curse because it usually grants the third wish and slams the genie back in the bottle simultaneously. Saiki is freed from the curse, and he stares at Toritsuka in shock and awe.

The girl screams, and they both run hurriedly out of her place, holding hands and laughing in disbelief. And when Saiki sweeps Toritsuka into a hug of gratitude, Toritsuka leans in to kiss his mouth. 💜💓

#nopsi's promptsies #<- that means it's free real estate #torisai #saiki x toritsuka #toritsuka reita #saiki kusuo #saiki k #saiki no psi nan #sknpn #the disastrous life of saiki k.#tdlosk #thanks to the bestie for helping me brainstorm this 💜💜💜💜💜

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stupid-sloot-headcanons · 1 year

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Heimdall obsessing over a Darling with some kind of ability to land a hit on him would drive him fucking insane. An ability that overwhelms his senses, a better form of sight than his own, taking his ability away temporarily...like some stranger with magic just waltzes up to Asgard, immediately takes Odin's interest, and they manage to touch HIM? TO DRAW BLOOD? TO MAKE HIM STUMBLE!?

At first it's pure hatred. He wants to know your every fear, insecurity, weakness, and drag it out to humiliate you on and off the battlefield. He wants to oust you in front of the Allfather as the unworthy little rat you are, with your magic being just some fluke. Over time, that hatred will fester until he's obsessed with you almost as much as he's obsessed with Odin. But with that comes a confusion. He's thinking about someone other than the All-father and himself, and he's doing it ALL the time? This is a new feeling for him. And he hates it.

Over time though, maybe that obsession takes a turn to something outside of violent anger. Maybe he gets a talking-to from Odin after constantly being hostile despite Darling being a guest, where Odin slyly mentions how compatible the two of you are in terms of ability. Instead of seething at the loss, Heimdall should get stronger. Maybe Darling's magic can be taught? Maybe it can be...well, inherited. And Odin's lamented just how impossible finding a spouse for Heimdall is for centuries, given his attitude. But if he tells Heimdall that he needs to fulfill this duty to him personally and take Darling as his, then he knows Heimdall will do it.

Plus, forcing them to be his spouse means he can overpower them and get his pride back in a much more intimate and traumatic way. And...he'll begrudgingly admit, their ability to surprise him makes them the person closest to meeting his standards. And they look good on his arm or trapped by him, too--surprisingly comely and dare he says, enticing.

At first he's a monster and a bully (nothing surprising) once he knows they're trapped in Asgard with him, likely due to Odin coercing them with his gift for manipulation or magic binding them to Asgard. But when he continues to go too far, Odin has to pull him aside again and sternly tell him how a proper husband should be. Ironic, I know, given who Odin is, but he knows the value of gaslighting and manipulating more than anyone. Force, mockery, hostility...that won't do what Odin wants.

"If you want to really regain your pride, then force and harming them won't do anything. You're attacking someone bound with magic; any act of harm just means you're bullying the weak. It's like beating Thor in a chess match, for fuck's sake, of course it's easy. Heim, my boy, I would've thought you of all people would understand that you need to follow my example: woo them, learn what they need and crave, and make them think you're the only one they can rely on. They're already isolated and vulnerable, I've done the work there. Use that intellect of yours and get them to WANT to belong to you. Do that, and you can defeat them without even having to raise a hand.

...besides, constant stress and pain is gonna impair you two when it comes to my grandchildren. You've got a lineage to continue and uphold, and the golden children of my golden child need the best environment they can get."

#tw: dubcon #.god of war #.god of war ragnarok #.heimdall #yandere heimdall #yandere god of war #yandere god of war ragnarok #might do a part 2 detailing heim's attempts to follow Odin's advice and how it evolves/devolves 👀

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fourraccoonsinacoat · 5 months

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So, I started up yet another BG3 playthrough - shocking! Doing another Durge run, but this time I wanted to use the white dragonborn origin and experience what that playthrough would be like. I've always loved the dragonborn models, and the Durge origin has always looked badass to me. Thus, Tsavo the male dragonborn battlemage came into existence and it's been a blast. He's a fighter/sorcerer, which has turned into a hella fun build.

Also, shocker, Astarion's unyielding attention seems to have hooked this self-conceited surly asshole of a lizard.

I'm enjoying my headcannons about these two way too much, y'all.

Both of them have always been judged based on looks. Astarion as the world-endingly beautiful vampire and Tsavo as the frightening monstrosity.

Tsavo doesn't necessarily remember details, but he has a vague recollection of being used as something of an attack dog. (I have so many headcannons about Durge and Gortash.)

Tsavo is violent and dangerous, but also ambitious and in constant need of a driving goal.

Tsavo has a vague recollection of being an orphan and street urchin. The tiefling kids in the Grove are the first thing that triggers a memory. They are the only reason he gets involved with the Grove drama.

Astarion initially started trying to endear himself to Tsavo because of how he looked. Big, intimidating, naturally imposing and highly skilled in utterly destroying people.

Tsavo initially finds Astarion humorous and flirts back just for the fun of it. Because, why the fuck not?

Tsavo knew from the second he met Astarion that the elf was a vampire. He may have a head full of holes but he'd always recognize the smell of a corpse. He let Astarion have his "secret" though.

Tsavo is a resourceful leader, looting bodies and buildings with near obsession. Astarion is confused the first time Tsavo gives him better gear - a pair of elegant leather gloves the dragonborn found while raiding an old ruin. Astarion can't remember the last time anyone gave him anything and he doesn't know how to respond.

For Tsavo, it's a forgettable interaction. He's just trying to better equip the only people who may be able to help with the dire situation at hand. So, Tsavo walks by Astarion's tent and, without stopping, tosses the gloves to the elf without warning. "Here. They're better than what you've been using." And he's gone before Astarion can protest.

Tsavo is blunt as fuck. He gets frustrated by clandestine strategies, doesn't have the patience for lying and manipulating, and would rather just kill someone outright in broad daylight rather than lure and coerce a target to a more secluded area.

As Astarion comes to understand this about Tsavo, he begins to fret over whether his seduction tactics were the best way to get close to the dragonborn. But he's in too deep now and is starting to feel things he'd rather just ignore.

While Tsavo doesn't remember details from his past, he does have vague recollections of being used, both as a weapon and in other ways. Considering the fact that one of Bhaal's purposes for his spawn is to create more Bhaalspawn, you can imagine what life in a cult would be like for someone who is told one of their main purposes is to create offspring. Ghosts of these memories haunt Tsavo's broken mind.

Astarion and Tsavo are assholes, and neither wants to humor the notion that maybe they aren't just using one another for their own amusements. That, maybe, there's a stronger connection growing beneath the sex, the flirting and all the mockery and banter.

I have a ridiculous desire to write some one-shots featuring these two because I kind of love them. That is all.

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rinbowaman · 10 months

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Suicide is Painless - Heethan x Readen Imagine *REQUESTED* MDNI 18+

yooooo....this one got me in my feels. I was happy to write it for the anon that requested but I have to say i'm so glad that the story didn't go this dark route, but if it had, this would be how i would have portrayed it. It took me the longest to write this piece because i seriously had trouble piecing it together because i just love heethan and readen too much for them to go down this path.

Warnings: Some smut, Suicidal ideations, death, unhealthy relationship, abuse of authority, abuse of power, coerced sexual intercourse, mentions of punishments.

Walking back up the stairs, you silently wept. The walls felt like they were closing in on you, you had nowhere to run…nowhere to hide….nowhere to go. Even though he was kind, gave you the world and allowed you to see family and friends, he was so controlling…so abrasive when angry, and so hostile towards anyone that ‘crossed the line’ with you….if someone so much as asked you for your number, that was considered something that defied personal boundaries…at least in his book it did.

He never took his anger out on you in the manner that you feared, though it was still something you could do without. While the rough moment of love and degrading acts of sinful passion led to the most pleasure you’ve ever felt, the aftermath had you riddled with shame as you recall the events that transpire each night. How he brought the worst in you….called you these disgusting pet names….even at your objections, it didn’t matter….he took you whether you wanted it or not…and that nearly made your insides all but pour out of you.

He says he loves you…that he wants you all for himself…that he’s protecting you…that only he knows how to care for you. What kind of love is it….when you are taken against our will? Forced to succumb to pleasures as you try fighting it off…only to be overpowered by his ferocity. Many might think you’re crazy….for wanting to leave him….but the immense pleasure, the luxury he provides, and the strict attention he is always willing to give…it wasn’t worth your freedom….which was all taken away from you.

Each time you fought and when you tried to go your own way, he always find a way to catch you. You never could get far enough to pass his reach, and the more relentless you were, the more he grew psychotic and obsessive with his posessive nature over you.

'You're mine y/n....you're all mine. Try and run....try and hide....you can't escape me or my love for you. I'm insane because of you....if you hadn't existed or crossed paths with me I would have never become the man that I am today....I love you....'

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It's been nearly a year….your phone was taken away eight months ago after he found out you had been messaging a few other people from your class, all for the sake of gaining comfort….was it wrong? You didn’t know anyone over here…in an entirely different country. Yet…

“Why them? You have me…..YOU HAVE ME.”

You’ll never forget how the look of sadness, pain, and dissapoinmnet transitioned into one of a sinister grin, as he took you into the bedroom to ‘punish’ you.

“Now hold still baby…i'm going in really deep tonight. Let’s rearrange some of your internal organs, hmm? Since you’re in the mood to talk to other men…you’re lucky they're not around here…they wouldn’t be breathing for much longer if that was the case.”

It was moments like those…when he would absolutely fill you up…and make you watch as his member would poke towards the surface of your stomach, all due to his flexing nature which he knew would bring you pain and a sense of shame, so he would only do it whenever you got him to a level of anger that was beyond fixing with a simple apology….

“Yeeeeeah…..keep taking it….you fucking like that don't you? Tell me...tell me you want more of it."

Thrusting, pushing, pulling, and dipping into you, you couldn't deny at the moment of truth, you melt at the feel of his touch, the way he fucked you so good and made you reach orgasm time after time....but was it all worth the expense of being secluded away from the free world?

"I...I w-want more.....more...."

You'd always catered to his demands as you felt him sliding in and out of you, skin slapping and burying himself deep inside you, making you choke out your gasps of pleasure and yet...tears of sorrow would always come out at the same token.

He allowed you to talk to your family, yet when it came to other people, it was as if he had severe trust issues.

Maybe you should have gone about things in a better manner. Sure, in the past, you definitely did some things out of impulse…like yelling out how much you hated him, speaking out of anger, attempting to leave him, swear at him…or even getting physical and pushing him away whenever he reached out to grab your hand or shoulder. Maybe you could have done better….

But no matter, because at the end of the day, as wrong as you may have been, it didn’t justify how far he took things.

Each time you attempted to walk out the door, he never let you get past the foyer entryway….the second time you attempted, that’s when the intricate locks, all designed for only him to access whether it be for opening or securing them, along with taking away your phone, leaving you with no manner to migrate as your car keys, ID’s, and wallet was all taken away. You were left completely stranded and stuck. All because…

“I love you….if you leave, how am I supposed to protect you from the world? How am I supposed to love you when you’re not here? How are we supposed to make babies? How y/N? How?” his words were sincere, but his face was not. For each time he spoke to you, his tone was antagonizing as was his twisted grin.

“You’re not leaving….ever. We’re going to be together forever. You’re never….fucking leaving…”

Between himself and his alter ego, you felt the pressure of having two entities claiming you, keeping you, and never wanting to let you go.

There were even moments that you were trying to be rational, yet despite your best efforts, the best you could ever get was…

“You have me, your parents, and my family. That’s all you’ll ever need y/n. Be happy with that.”

Nearly every night was filled with deceivingly sweet kisses, soft touches that were left hidden, and a display of fervor passion that felt more like a ritual sacrifice.

“n..no more! Please! I can’t!”

“Shhh…come on, one last time….dont get weak on me baby…”

He’d always shush you after making you succumb to a line of overstimulation….

You had it all…a large beautiful home, a husband who loves you…too much, wild and passionate sex every night, and his family who adored you…..so why?

Stockholm syndrome.....

‘Because i'm losing myself.....i'm scared...i'm scared of him...and i'm scared of what i'm becoming....i can't....i cant fall any deeper....i'll lose myself forever...'

You needed to do something...before you lost yourself any further. Because each and every single day, you felt yourself yearning for him, solely depending on him, seeing the light side of his actions and even started to justify it all.....exactly what he wanted and loved to see. He wanted you to depend on him...he wanted to do everything for you....he wanted to always be the one to help you and protect you...

It may sound sweet....but for you, it infuriated and dragged you down. It only made you feel worse about yourself as a respectable woman....if you could even consider yourself as such anymore....

This morning, you had tried to do your best to reason with him…one last time.

“Why are you bringing this up? Hmm? Have I not made it clear? Or do I need to…”

Grabbing you by your waist, shoving his face harshly into the side of your face, his sickening sweet display of affection had a hidden agenda as he spoke through gritted teeth…

“fuck the living Hell out of you again?..hmm?....we both know how much you LOVE that…”

You shook your head vigorously…he knew what moments like that did to you. As much as you objected, he’d do it to you anyway….and you ended up loving it….which made you feel worse afterwards. It was the same concept of over indulgence….a recovering alcoholic shouldn’t touch the bottle….yet when they do, they get a sense of relief and joy...only to find themselves ridden with guilt afterwards. Because they’re weak…they became too dependent on the very thing that was destroying them….just like you.

‘I wasn’t taught to be this way….ever since I was a young girl…I’ve always valued independence and freedom….why can’t he respect that?’

………..

“BECAUSE I LOVE YOU TOO MUCH…y/n.....accept it. Accept my love. Accept that I will do anything for you and that I live life soley for your happiness...even if you dont know what makes you happy....i do...i know what you need and want in life.”

His words echoed through your brain the moment you recall the typical response he’d give out….just like this morning.

Ironic…how his professed love for you is the very thing that became the last straw that broke the camel’s back.

‘One way or another…I am leaving…I’m leaving here…..I'm leaving him....’

His car pulls in. Hearing the door shut from the driveway, you paid no mind as you were about to depart…and finally be free.

With a simple, white sundress on…his favorite…

Normally he took you with him to work. There were some exceptions, if you had been on your best behavior, that he felt he could trust you enough to leave you back at the house upon your request...but only if necessary.

The only time he would permit you to stay back, locked up in the house, was if you presented a copy of your course syllabus and prove that you had an online exams on certain days. Expressing how the quietness of the house helped you focus, he allowed it under the circumstance that you were to answer his calls on the house phone, a landline, on the hour, every hour. All to prove that you were not only safe, but that you were still within the house. The moment you were late to the phone or didn't answer, he immediately had someone he knew or he would head over to the house himself.

He had cameras set up outside the house to cover down on every parameter, as well as the main living spaces of the house. At your earnest plead, he begrudgingly allowed you to have the master bedroom in sole privacy, at least honoring you one room to yourself whenever he wasn't around.

“You don’t like being watched when you work pretty baby? That’s too bad…I love watching you.”

He ensured that the house was cleared of anything that you could use to hurt yourself with….no knives, no access to cutlery as the drawers were all secured with a specialized locking mechanism he had custom designed….the only thing he hadn’t realize that you got a hold of….

‘Finally…..i'll be ......free…..’

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He walks in as usual, feeling the comforting sensation that his loved one was waiting for him.

He calls out her name, yet she doesn’t respond. He figures she’s napping, studying and working so hard, his pretty baby must be exhausted. With his hand delicately dragging up the rail as he walks up the stairs, he reaches for the knob of the bedroom door. Finding it locked, he senses something amiss.

‘She knows I don’t like this…I made it very clear that locking doors is prohibited.’ He casually thinks to himself.

He assumes you had forgotten or possibly was still mad from this mornings conversation.

“Y/n, unlock the door right now.” He s speaks loud and firm.

He already agreed and met you half way by granting you the privacy whenever you needed it, so why are you being so stubborn and going against his rules…the rules that are so simple to follow, and were there not just for his satisfaction, but to also ensure your safety and well being.

“I said open it!” With no response at his second demand, the raging panic infuriates his heart as he takes a single step back, and kicks the door wide open with one swift motion.

The view of the massive bedroom, delicately furnished is all he sees. It’s quiet, and dim.

“…..y/n….?” He steadily calls out. His eyes begins to grow glossy of an uneasy feeling that he sensed in the air.

‘Did she leave? Where could she have gone? She’s not familiar with this area…’

Looking at all the windows, nothing that they were still barred shut, he dismissed the idea of you leaving through any one of them as the bedroom was located on the third floor of the large home.

Walking quietly towards the large bed, he continues to walk around. Upon turning the corner end of the bed, his breath lost at the sight before him....

Off to the side of your peaceful form, a paper cutter that he recognized from work, no wonder he couldn’t find it…it had been missing for nearly a week. He doesn’t know how you snuck it through under his very nose….but how he wished he would have caught on sooner upon seeing the horror before him...the worst of his fears.

Nearly stumbling to a fall, he rushes over and witnesses as your breathing becomes unsteady, slow, and shortened.

Your eyes barely open, and your vision is coated red from the amount of blood that rubbed off on your face upon feeling the pain of your wound.

Yet....

You issued out a small smile upon seeing his face ridden with sadness, fear, anger, and hopelessness. He looked so scared...so afraid, the most you've ever witnessed out of him as he studied your blood ridden form.

He looks at you deeply, speechless as he already could sense that he was losing you....the look on your face as you were losing your heartbeat as each second passed.

"Now you got to know what happens when you lose someone you love" you issued out as you began to choke out the blood that internally rose to the surface of your throat. ".....I won.....Heeseung.....and you lost....."

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The harsh tears fall, yet his face remained composed as he looks down at you with a look of sadness and yet…there was a faint bit of hope in his eyes.

“Y/n…stop playing around…come on. Get up…..come on pretty baby....you don't belong on the floor like this....”

His eyes burning, his chest sore from holding in his breath, slowly, he breaks…

“Y/n….come on….let’s go…”

The droplets of each tear falls from his chin, he wanted to sob…he wanted to sob hard.

“Say something….please….say anything….”

He doesn’t question why or what had gone through your mind. He doesn’t even question himself, he did everything out of love for you. He loved you, he nurtured you, he yearned for your happiness and sheltered you out of compassion, not just out of possession.

“I missed you…you know that? I was at work and I missed smelling you….I missed your smile…I missed your voice…your laughter….your hair…your skin…the way you feel when I hug you….I missed it too much….i couldn’t wait to get home….”

He pauses as he stutters out a breath, triggering for him to begin sobbing…even though he tried so hard to maintain himself.

“Why are you sleeping on the floor? Hmm? You silly….” His breath hitched.

Kneeling down while propping his back against the bed, he takes your body and leans it against his chest. Moving the pieces of hair away from your face, blood smearing at his touch, he nuzzled his face into your skin just as always.

“Are you just playing another trick on me? My playful Angel….always trying to get me..” he forces a smile, yet the tears came in more than ever as his body begins to bounce from the cries he let out as he shoves his face in your hair, smelling that sweet floral scent that he has yearned for all day. The moment his hand presses against your chest, feeling no heartbeat...his fingers press against your wrists....no pulse.....he lost all sense of human nature as he felt himself going into a dark place. His other side.....couldn't be heard....he left the moment you could no longer be reached....

“You got me…you can stop now. You’re so silly…..my pretty silly baby…..I love you so much….”

Swaying his face left to right, he relishes the feeling of your strands softly grazing his skin as they stick onto his cheeks, plastered from the moisture of his tears. It felt like the softest silk fabric known to man.

“Won’t you come back?…come back…….you need me…and I need my girl….I can’t live without you, you know that…..”

Closing his eyes, presses his lips on your head, your cheeks, and your mouth as he released a series of passionate kisses. The tears on his face rub off and coat your skin, mixed with the blood that rubs off from his finger tips each time he caresses your face.

“Oh…pretty baby….if that’s where you’re going to be….you know I’ll always be by your side. We’re meant to be together…even if it’s after death.”

Gripping the paper cutter clutched tightly in your hand, he holds your hand in a unified grip.

'Together....'

“Soon….I promise soon....I love you…love you so much.” Kissing atop your head, he sobs.

The air felt as if it dropped….gravity lost all structure and the beautiful yet tragic pair lay next to one another. He cradled you into his chest as his face remained buried in your hair.

Upon the release of the media, friends and families all coped with great sadness.

“….come on babe…let’s go home.” He seldomly states with a deep depressed tone.

Leaving the funeral, Jake takes his own beloved by the hand and leads her into the car. She weeps, her face falls onto her lap as she sheds the tears of losing a friend…a sister. He copes internally yet tries to be strong in front of h/n.....

On the drive back, he stops at a local convenience store.

“I’ll get you some water…I’ll be right back okay?” He kisses her head before heading in.

Standing in line to check out, he glances at the stand to his side, amidst the magazines and newspaper articles displayed, the one that plasters the entire front section was a local paper that displayed its headline, causing his heart to drop….

“Heartbreak overwhelms city over death of young married couple, the ‘Romeo and Juliet’ suicides.”

Authors note: dont worry, it's not canon. Still a tragically beautiful read though.

#heeseung angst #enha angst #enha scenarios #enha imagines #enha x reader #heeseung scenarios #heeseung x reader #heeseung fanfic #Spotify #yandere heeseung #heeseung yandere

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misrepresentedmorallygrey · 7 months

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And Round 1 is Done!

PROPAGANDA

"Picture this: the love of your life betrays you and causes your death, then you're brought back to life later against your will and your lover is with your reincarnation. Anyone would feel bitter! She tries her best to keep living her half life and helping people. She's hated just because she's not the main character and gets in the way of the show's OTP."

"Kikyo was such an interesting character. She was murdered by the villain, who tricked both her and her love interest into thinking the other had betrayed them, brought back to life against her will only to find that fifty years had passed, the world had moved on without her, her baby sister was now an old woman, and she'd been condemned to an awful half-life in an unfeeling clay body where she was stuck in her worst moments and basically a vengeful spirit, but she eventually managed to move past it, gave up her one chance at getting revenge on her murderer to save the life of a child, and achieved some measure of inner peace before she died for good. But, she also has the misfortune of being the first love of the male lead, so of course the only thing anyone seems to care about is how she supposedly did him dirty and wasn't good enough for him. The whole fandom is chock full of meta posts about how she didn't trust Inuyasha enough and should have known he'd NEVER betray her like that. Meanwhile, Inuyasha fell for it just as easily when the villain framed HER for attacking HIM, but nobody ever tries to claim that HE didn't trust HER enough. (For further context, when she thought he'd betrayed her, she retaliated by pinning him to a tree and putting him in an enchanted sleep. He retaliated by destroying her village.) In at least 90% of the fanfics that she appears in at all, she's either the Bad Girlfriend or the Evil Ex, who either previously or is currently abusing the hero, or cheating on him, or trying to coerce him into turning human, or dating him for years only to break up with him by telling him he disgusts her because of his demon blood (huh???), none of which she did in the actual canon, solely so the preferred love interest can swoop in and kiss it all better. People will claim they're just making valid criticisms of her actions (which, to be fair, aren't always great), or saying she didn't properly earn her redemption (which is actually pretty standard for a shounen series) because she didn't apologize enough, but them multiple male characters who did far worse than she did somehow miraculously managed to escape the constant criticisms that she's subjected to, this despite having a so-called redemption that's literally just "He stopped eating people because he wanted to get into the heroine's pants", and remain very popular characters both in their own right and as alternate ships for the female lead. The double standards are so glaringly obvious, yet people will bend over backwards and jump through mental hoops that would give a gold-medal Olympics gymnast pause to insist that they're being completely objective and fair and that this isn't just about trying to score points in a ship war or holding female characters to completely different standards from male characters."

Kairi Propaganda

"The Kingdom Hearts game series is about Mickey Mouse battling the forces of Darkness with an alliance of fashionable anime boys. Kairi is a major character, and one of the few female characters. She is part of a trio of childhood best friends, with the protagonist Sora and their other friend Riku (who had a villain arc and then a redemption arc). Though Kairi is constantly and clumsily sidelined by the canon narrative, she arguably has more backstory going on than any other major characters. She is a refugee from another planet. She implicitly lost her beloved grandma at five years old in the traumatic destruction of their hometown. She was kidnapped and experimented on by an evil wizard-scientist—she escaped thanks to having a magic charm that basically teleported her to her soulmate(s). Then she had to adjust to living on a new planet and being adopted by a new family. In the very first game, when she's 14, she turns out her pure heart is one of 7 in the entire universe to be free of Darkness—she shows a full emotional spectrum of fear, sadness, frustration, defeat, but she isn't vulnerable to corruption. In KH2, she becomes one of the Chosen Ones who wield a magical weapon called a Keyblade. She loves her friends very much, and she has the unique talent to instantly recognize them even when they've been transformed into monsters. She has saved them several times with nothing but the Power Of Love in her heart randomly manifesting in, like, telepathy and teleportation and resurrection—she doesn't even consciously know that she has powers, her love is just so great that it's accepted as a tangible force of nature. She is frustrated and ashamed by her role as a damsel in distress, and she wishes to be stronger and combat-capable so that she join her male friends on their adventures instead of waiting around where it's safe. Also she was kidnapped by an evil assassin clown who's ten years older than her, and then they became friends. NOT ONLY does the fandom plug its ears and claim there is nothing interesting about this character and no potential in her story—Kairi has been demonized by the fandom for about 20 years. Somehow Kairi is useless and boring while also being a Mary Sue at the same time. She was called a bitch and a slut and a whore. She was hated for wearing too much pink and wielding a girly weapon with a floral design. She was criticized as a slut for wearing a short skirt, and for THE PLAYER being able to manipulate the camera into a contrived angle to look up her skirt to see her panties in the first edition of KH2. You can find nearly 20-year-old fanfiction and fanart of her being twisted into an evil schemer driving her friends apart, and of her being gleefully brutalized and insulted. Haters STILL comb for every crumb to make elaborate anti-canon theories about why she's an agent of evil, even though canon has FIRMLY ESTABLISHED for TWENTY YEARS since the very beginning that she's THE ONE CHARACTER incapable of growing Darkness in her heart. The theory is that she exists only as a puppet sent by the main villain to sabotage her friends (the plot for two out of the four main female characters) for all ten years of their friendship. The theory is that she's been using her powers to force her friends to love her—and their Power Of Friendship that is the EMOTIONAL BACKBONE OF THE STORY, and THE MAJOR FORCE OF GOOD IN THEIR UNIVERSE, and THE MOST CONSISTENT MOTIVATION FOR THE HEROES is all Just Misdirection LOL building up to a shitty Plot Twist. The theory is that she's secretly a custom-manufactured Chirithy (a cute talking animal companion that serves and guides humans)—and not a human girl with her own natural feelings and aspirations. AND THEN after stripping her of every important trait and role, these fans claim they're making Kairi more important and interesting than she is in canon. I don't know what causes the fandom to so desperately hate a sweet 14-year-old girl who literally canonically never did anything wrong."

#round 1 #round 1B #females fucked over tournament #inuyasha #kingdom hearts #kikyo #kh kairi #fun fact: Kairi was the last character to be submitted

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inkybloom-luv · 9 months

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Words Unsaid 10, fireworks

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Hi everyone! Late upload but w/e! At least it's a long one! I hope you enjoy my little silly update! I have worked in a little bit of Urdu, for which I will put the translations at the bottom but please be aware that it is not a language I speak, feel free to correct me! (Politely tho please)

Major Al'ab Nayira spoilers

Slightly suggestive for like,, 1 sentence

2.5+ k words.

Part 9 Masterpost Part 11

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At the Camel Bazaar Grim managed to sniff out a Shawarma stall and also managed to convince everyone to order. Six different orders, all accustomed to everyone's preferences and still Jamil could remember them and give them to the stall owner. Both Cater and Inky found that absolutely amazing, but Inky found Jamil amazing on a different level than Cater.

When their food arrived however, one seemed to be missing. Jamil's. Everyone accused Grim at first but he was obviously not it, because somehow his counter argument made enough sense. "I could have stolen the whole spit of meat if I was going to steal anything!" Or something like that, at least.

It was then discovered that a young woman, slightly younger than Jamil, maybe by a year or two, had swiped it. Her appearance sent Jamil into a sputter as it came to light she was his younger sister, Najma. The group was theorising over what was causing Jamil to loose his composure but really it wasn't because he was embarrassed, he just didn't want his younger sister to find him with.. well, his crush, NOT THAT THAT'S WHAT INKY WAS TO HIM!! Absolutely not! He just didn't know another word for it! Yeah that's it! And to top it off Najma inserted herself into the group via Cater suggesting she join them after hearing how her plans got cancelled after Mr Viper had sent her out to tell Jamil about the change in seating, though this was because their father did not quite understand phones and technology all too well. Of course, that made Cater give Najma the rundown of the group after Jamil had been unwillingly coerced into letting his sister join. Everyone else got a turn and then it was time to introduce the prefect.

"And this lovely lady is the prefect, Inky! She's super sweet and the school would probably go up in flames without her! Get this: she's actually real cammable! And her outfit today is an easy 100/10!" He said, and of course, that flattered Inky, although she didn't really fully believe that. Actually the part about the school was probably true but the rest was a little odd to her. She did try to be sweet though. It was then that Najma noticed her as Jamil had sort of stood in the way, which was totally on purpose. Najma inspected Inky a bit, noticing her brother was looking at her as well, trying to keep a stoic expression. But there was just something in his eyes that felt different, new, more.. affectionate even. And then she realised. The pretty little lady had stolen her big brother's heart and he was more than slightly in absolute denial.

"And that's the short n sweet on our little group!" Cater finished.

"Wow, honestly I'm surprised my brother has this many friends! He never mentions anyone when he comes home over the holidays!" Najma said, which made Jamil respond in a slightly agitated manner.

"They're not my friends, they are schoolmates, that's all." To which Najma ghasped in exaggerated shock, worming herself through the group to behind Inky, gripping her shoulders. Which, Inky seemed slightly hurt by what Jamil had said, though he didn't intend to make her feel that way.

"You can't tell me this little cutie of a girl you brought is *just a schoolmate*" Najma said, continuing to feign shock to tease her brother.

"Well- no, she's not just a schoolmate. She's.. a close friend. Had I the time to say anything I would have but for today I am busy." He answered, trying once again to avoid the truth. It was then Najma had a sort of lightbulb moment. She had never been more glad to be his sister and to understand what he meant by that.

"Jamil Viper..! تم اس کے ساتھ چھپ کر چھیڑ چھاڑ کرنا چاہتے تھے..!"

She said, a smug grin now plastered on her face. Her brother was making googly eyes at a girl and was trying *so hard* to hide it that it was almost hilarious!

"No! آپ چیزوں کا تصور کر رہے ہیں!"

Jamil said, almost a little too quickly. He felt immensely glad that his friends did not understand a lick of Urdu right then. Even if the little sad look on Inky's face earlier did kind of plague him. But it's not like she was his crush! He just didn't have another word! Sure she was absolutely breathtaking in her current attire, not just that, anything really and she was so sweet and- you know what? Nevermind! What mattered was that Jamil was most definitely not crushing on her and his sister was just trying to tease him!

His sister gave one last and incredibly unconvinced "yeah sure Jamil, whatever you say...~", before everyone had finished their food, save Inky, who was still holding half of hers. Odd but maybe she wasn't all that hungry yet.

One way or another the conversation drifted to a fruit vendor who was selling many high quality fruits. The group then learned that fruit grown here was high quality due to a special irrigation method since water was scarce back in the day. Malleus also learned what a dragon fruit was and Najma bought some and drizzled it with honey for the group to try.

Another mentionable fruit was the so-called silky melon, a Silk City specialty known for its taste and texture.

"It's said that sharing these with someone will make your friendship or romance last forever." Jamil explained. He couldn't help the way his eyes wandered over to her, to Inky. Would she share a melon with him? He hoped she would. He bought some for the group, himself included. Though he was surprised when Inky refused a portion. Did she not want to be tied to the group, or even him? Was it him? He had to know, so he asked her why she wouldn't take her portion, then again she didn't finish her shawarma either.

"I don't like melons much. In my home they are popular too, a summer treat but I just find it tastes.. weird. So while I would try a piece.. a whole portion would likely be wasted on me." Was her reasoning. She was eyeing Jamil's portion though. He waited until everyone was distracted with their melon bits until he turned to her again, holding out to her one of the smallest pieces from his little pile. And she did take it. Despite what she said about not liking melons she ate it. Jamil didn't know why, but she knew. It was because it was Jamil that offered, ever considerate a small piece. But they shared. And that's what mattered to them both. Cater wanted to take another picture.. but no one except Inky was down for it and she didn't have a melon so no pic for poor Cater.

They tried bread next, which made a story of little Jamil come to light. Apparently he loved to make bread when he was younger and his sister tried it once. That one didn't go so well so Jamil made Hamburger steak out of what was left. After that they saw some urns and vases at a stall, where Grim did, in fact, fall into one. Najma chose that moment to reveal that Jamil had hidden in one as a kid and scared the daylights out of his sister as her tried to leave with it in a very Link hiding in a barrel fashion. It embarrassed Jamil to no end but Inky was giggling at least.

Since it had gotten hot now they settled on going to get some coconut water. Turns out that Kalim drank it by the truckload and the Malleus Draconia cracked the empty coco-fruits for everyone to enjoy. You know, like a glorified nutcracker. No one was gonna believe that. After that, they wandered and found a stall that sold, among other things, dates! The vendor recognised Jamil and began to coerce a story out of him. The one that explained his seething hatred and fear of bugs. He'd burnt down an entire awning of the stall trying to get the bug away, but he was a child and the control he had over his magic at the time was most definitely not that great. Apparently he was crying too, according to the stall owner. But that didn't matter much because right in the next moment it was Inky that shrieked and jumped at Jamil, seemingly out of nowhere. It happened quickly enough that Jamil barely managed to stay standing and it alerted the whole group. But still, Jamil held her up as she clung to him, not daring to put her feet on the floor. Unfortunately no one in the group could tell what happened until about half a minute later when Inky lifted her head to sniffle as she slowly put her feet back on the floor.

"S-sorry..!" She stuttered out, drying her tears as best she could before she actually started to cry. "a big s-spider was crawling up my leg and I p-panicked..!"

The prefect was not scared of a lot of things, but spiders, specifically large ones? That did her in. It had the whole group scanning the floor but at least nothing was on fire. Jamil was trying to calm her down a little too, offered her a date, which she gladly took, no matter how much Jamil disliked the fruit. After that whole mess Inky held on to Jamil's sleeve for a bit. But they walked past a toy stall, so upon Grim's request Inky did actually buy a game.

Najma left shortly after to meet with her friends, not before giving Jamil another teasing look about the girl that he was absolutely head over heels for. Unfortunately that was suddenly unimportant as Malleus had somehow managed to disappear right then and there. Somehow Jamil seemed a bit too calm as he led the group to Zahab Market. Turns out those neat little bells on everyone's outfit, right? Those cute things? GPS trackers. Not only that but Kalim showed up, since he'd finished early and wanted to join the group a while, with permission of course. A bit of conversing later and it was decided that they would all go look for souvenirs to bring home from the trip, though it was likely that Inky would really only look rather than buy.

After everyone finished and they moved on Grim had somehow gotten his heart set on coffee divination. Turns out Jamil knew the basics as Najma was into it, this Grim could happily try. And for once, Inky wanted to as well, if only to try the coffee. Grim had swallowed the grounds, unfortunately, however Inky had been careful not to, so Jamil could read her fortune. He took a few looks and blinked.

"A J, which refers to love as well as a 1, the start of something new, a romantic relationship perhaps.. as well as.." he leaned in slightly closer "a 6.. for.. intimacy" he said to her, hoping he'd made his point come across and by the looks of those slightly rosy cheeks, he did. He said a few more minor things but that was about it. Those first 3 were the most important to Inky, for obvious reasons.

They kept walking and a little while later as everyone dispersed for a few more moments Inky was looking at jewelry. Waist beads to be specific. She'd always been fond of them and wanted to try them, too bad they were just slightly out of their tight budget, so they turned to the others to learn what they'd gotten instead. And while that went on, Jamil disappeared for only a moment, only to come back with seemingly nothing. But who knows how true that was.

More time passed as the sun set and they ran into the chief pyrotechnician, who struck up a friendly conversation, only to realise he'd been stolen from! Not only that, someone tried to snag Inky's poor old phone! Well, not someone, a monkey they'd seen earlier, that performed tricks. Malleus suggested using magic to stop the creature but that was quickly passed up on in favour of Jamil's plan, which, although it ended in Jamil fighting the man who owned the monkey, went well. Considering it was a great way for Jamil to blow off steam, of course it went swimmingly. Gently brushing the dirt off him, Inky congratulated him with a smile as the police went and took care of the crook, who regretted his life choices. The show was on!

Once they reached the venue and everyone had gotten a mint lemonade, which was very tasty, they waited. It was then that the pyrotechnician from earlier had come back, offering Jamil the chance to set off the firework festival's finale. He needed a lot of convincing but eventually agreed to do so, perhaps it was everyone's encouragement or their smiles.

Kalim was the one that asked everyone their opinions of the day, and they all had lovely things to say. "I loved it, I can't believe there's a place this amazing out here. Makes me wish I'd lived here all my life, maybe I would've met you guys sooner..!" Inky chuckled to herself, being the last one to say anything. The fireworks started and music played as everyone got roped into dancing, though Inky simply swayed a little to the beat, not far from Jamil, who took the chance and danced with her, once again for a little while, instructing and guiding her along the way, not taking his eyes off her and her bright smile for even a moment. When it came time however he gave the cue for the final fireworks. His heart raced as he looked at all his friends and then at Inky, who was standing there amazed and wide eyed, the biggest smile on her face. He stepped closer, slightly out of breath.

"Was.. was the timing right? Did I do it? How did.. how did everything look?" He said, turning to face the night sky, lit with blooming colours and bright lights, like stars or flowers that blossomed. Everyone was enamoured by the performance of the carefully organised spectacle. Even he allowed himself a brief moment of distraction until he felt a hand on his shoulder and something soft on his cheek. he looked to his side, seeing a flushed Inky look at him from the corner of her eyes as she pretended to enjoy the fireworks rather than stare at him. He grinned, a smile on his lips as his own cheeks grew hot. He couldn't help but intertwine their fingers and hold her hand in that moment. It was pure bliss. Alright. Maybe he did have a crush on her. Maybe he loved her even. Who could say? Jamil certainly couldn't. But he could say for certain he had fallen. And maybe that was okay this time.

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Translations:

¹; You wanted to flirt with her in secret..!

²; You're imagining things!

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A World Without Him

Chapter 8

(TW minor violence against furniture and some self-loathing thoughts)

Tang could hear the voices through the piles of broken bookshelves and ceiling bits. He didn't think they were hallucinations, as they got more frantic near his safe area and how he heard big pieces being carefully dragged outside.

He didn't know what to do. It wasn't like he could move all the layers covering him himself. Maybe if he yelled out, someone could finally hear him.

"H-hello?! Is anyone out there?!" He shouted with a shakey voice. Almost right after, he could hear the talking stop and someone sprinting over the rubble towards his area.

"Hey there; I'm with the Metrapolis first responders! Where are you?!" A woman yelled out into the crash site.

Tang scrambles up to the edge of his collapsed prison. "I'm down here! There's lots of debris covering me, but I'm alright! Please try digging to my left first. My friend is down there, and please hurry!" He yelled with a bit of desperation.

"Ok, stay there and don't move sir! We'll have more people here soon to clear all this out!" She shouted in response, most likely sprinting towards where the ceiling fell...

Tang decided to stop that train of thought. He needed to wait for the backup to arrive; someone to haul him out of here. Like always, he supposes.

So he waits. The unusual silence gives way to the grating of stone, wood, and drywall as he knows they're digging out Allan. He'll be okay. Tang stopped him from running right underneath the collapsed ceiling, so he's still alive. He must be.

Tang also knew when reinforcements arrived. The harsher steps from heavy-duty boots along with the many steps he hears overlap basically gave them away.

He stayed silent, though, so as not to disturb the now very delicate shell of debris surrounding him.

He waited for a while before he could hear a big chunck getting thrown from his left and on top of his area. The added weight caused pieces to break off and his "ceiling" to give way, now with it barely crushing his skull.

He gasped, then coughed from the debris that was shaken loose, covering him in a layer of dust. Pieces of splintered wood and some jagged metal now stick out in the corners.

More yelling started after that. Tang mostly just focused on his breathing again.

When he got back to his senses yet again, he heard picks and gloved hands clawing at his barrier of debris.

He almost cried in relief as the moonlight stone through the new cracks in his dome. He slowly watched as the hole got bigger and bigger, with more and more hands helping to carefully dig him out.

Once the hole was big enough, someone reached their hand down for Tang to grab. He gripped it tightly as he was slowly risen out of his confines.

He blinked at the sudden change in light, still out of it from his time trapped in that place. He was suddenly coerced to an emergency vehicle in the library parking lot, seeing the many paramedics wheeling in people from the library storage area.

He looked at his surroundings as they walked; he could see the ceiling was in total shreds at this point, with the standing walls looking like swiss cheese.

All the people who made it to the storage unit gained only minor injuries, as they all seemed to be walking, talking, and didn't have any blood on them.

As he continued to move towards the emergency vehicle, the ground covered in rubble turned to concrete as they made it to the sidewalk. He could feel his shoulder throbbing with pain as he sat down for the medics on site.

They did everything routinely, giving him a shock blanket, testing his cognitive ability, and so what. "You're all right, sir. Your shoulder just needs padding, and no sudden movements for it to heal up properly. You're very lucky, and you can go back to your residence now."

Tang just nodded in response, seeing them walk back towards another shock patient. He slumped into himself and took off his glasses, rubbing his temple.

Why couldn't I ever do something right, he thought. His thoughts stirred to Allan. Is he really okay? I should've done better. What if he's dead?! He can't be. He'll be okay. He'll be fine. You'll be fine.

He grumbled to himself, stopping his train of thought. He put his glasses back on and stood up, looking out for any free paramedics to ask about Allan.

He had only taken a few steps before a group of paramedics came barreling into the parking lot, rushing past him with many of them hurrying a gurney to the closest ambulance.

Tang could only catch a glimpse of the patient, but he saw their hoodie. Tang almost threw up when he saw him. It was Allan. Allan, who now had a severed leg. The bloody end of his leg dripped red liquid down onto the ground, with the jagged bone jutting out the end.

"Allan!" Tang yelled out, running up to the gurney. He was held back by the other paramedics, their words becoming jumbled as he only focused on Allan.

The rest of him didn't look much better from what Tang could see. Many scrapes and bruises covered his arms and legs, with debris covering his entire body. His eyes were glassed over with his matted hair falling on top of them. But he still had a heartbeat, even if it was a faint one.

Tang could have sworn he saw those eyes look towards him, but then the ambulance doors were closed before he could do anything else, the vehicle speeding off after they backed Tang away from getting hit.

All Tang could do was watch as they drove away, with another paramedic guiding him to a place to sit down. He had asked where the ambulance would drop off Allan so he could see him, but he was denied as he wasn't a guardian or family member.

So he walked away, back through the now dark sidewalk, and on his way home. His steps were sluggish, moving slowly as his mind went blank.

His body moved on its own as he walked into the building, up the many flights of stairs, and took out his keys to unlock his apartment.

He locked the door immeadietly after he got inside, taking off his shoes and throwing them at the wall. His other things got lost in the rubble...

Yeah, go and worry about your precious sketch book and comics as Allan is in the hospital.

Tang grimaced and looked at his apartment, everything tidy and stacked together in organized piles from his morning spree.

You were a hassle yet again. Always being dragged along because of your own incompetence.

Everything in his apartment seemed wrong. Too clean, too tidy, too nice for someone like Tang.

If you weren't there, maybe Allan would have made it to the storage room.

He didn't like the look of the room.

He could have been safe instead of carrying your weak ass around that library.

He walked up his coffee table, a vase with a single flower, and two stacks of books and papers on top of the brittle table.

He might have made it out alive if you didn't have him die-

He violently grabbed the glass vase and threw it against an empty wall.

*CRASH*

Glass scatters everywhere, some of the pieces embedding into his flimsy walls. Some even nicked Tang, but he didn't notice yet. The water from it coated the wall in a dark color.

It's your fault.

His heartbeat pounded through his ears. He took the pile papers next, ripping his useless scribbles up repeatedly until they became only scraps. His shoulder throbs with pain.

He's injured, and it's your fault.

He runs to his books after, taking handfuls and throwing them in every which way. Some hit picture frames, scattering even more glass, while some hit his other piles, causing them to tip and fall over with books, clothes, and other trinkets.

He's dead because of YOU.

"SHUT, UP!" Tang yelled. He swung his hand down onto the coffee table with startling accuracy. A sickening crunch resounded through his apartment. He could feel his tears run hot against his face.

He gasped.

The coffee table was now split in two, the impact of his hand steaming from small embers on the splintered wood. His eyes widened as he looked to his balled up hand. It had a faint orange hue.

But as Tang blinked, it was gone. Yet, when he looked back at the table, it was still steaming, just now simmering down to a small smoke.

Now, only his labored breathing could be heard as he stood still in the middle of his apartment. He could only stare at the destruction he had caused.

Now this looks perfect.

He smacked his own forehead, dragging his hand down his face. He wiped his eyes as a small breeze blew through the apartment. Maybe one of the windows got dislodged from his episode.

Tang sighed heavily before stepping carefully around the mess he made, flopping onto the ragged couch that somehow survived. His phone jumped up from his added weight before hitting the glass covered floor.

Oh, yeah. I threw it there this morning when it died...

Tang sighed slightly before picking his phone off the floor, dusting off tiny glass shards, and pressing the power button. Nothing came up. He grumbled before trekking over to his bedroom and plugging it into the charger.

He threw his glasses on his bedside table before falling face first onto his bed. The blurred shapes of his room comforted him as he rolled onto his back.

His eyes felt droopy as the colors around blurred even more. They shifted and coerced into a soft sunset orange-

*BANG, BANG, BANG*

"Tang! You better open this door RIGHT NOW!"

Tang sat up quickly, breathing fast as the knocking continued. He scrambled up and out of his bed before running to the front door, careful not to step on anymore scraps on his messy floor.

He opened the door right before his guest could harshly knock yet again. He almost had to dodge the pink fist coming his way before it pulled back suddenly.

Pigsy on all his glory stood outside Tangs door with a very peeved look on his face. Tang doesn't know if he could handle being berated for whatever he had apparently done to Pigsy after everything today.

But to his surprise, Pigsy's expression quickly turned to one of deep concern as he looked Tang up and down. "What is it, Pigsy?" Tang asked in a scratchy voice.

Pigsy didn't respond for a good minute. But when he did, almost nothing could stop that man's wrath as he started to stomp into Tang's apartment. "What the hell happened to you, Tang?! Everyone has been texting and calling you, and you never picked up! And now you look like total shit with your outfit in complete shambles! We couldn't reach you through anything, and I had to come up her myself-"

Tang hurridly pulled Pigsy back from his apartment carpet, with Pigsy now fully aware of the new "decor" he had recently put in.

Pigsy was seemingly about to go on another rant after a brief glance at his apartment, but Tang quickly hushed him. "Please, Pigsy. I don't think I can handle anything else happening today. I feel like absolute shit, I got stuck under a building for hours, and all I want right now is some peace and quiet. I promise to talk to you about this tomorrow, but for now, just give me a day, please."

Pigsy seemed conflicted at this, looking at Tang, and then past him at his apartment a few times. He eventually sighs in defeat but quickly puts up some gusto. "Tomorrow. Come by tomorrow in the morning, and you'll tell me everything. If I don't see you by noon, I'll go here and drag you there myself."

Tang just smiles at Pigsy; it's a bit strained but still genuine. "Thank you." Tang says softly. Pigsy just nodded, looking sadly at Tang as he closed the door.

Tang leaned onto the door, making sure that Pigsy's footsteps were actually leaving before letting out a breath of relief.

When he finally made it back to his bed, Tang was convinced he could drop in a heartbeat if he fell onto his bed right now.

But of course, he never got the chanceas his phone came alight and buzzed like over and over after it finally powered back on. He startled a bit, sighed, and then picked up his phone before sitting at the edge of his bed.

His phone had been blowing up with messages, missed calls, and... ads about textbook sales? Tang quickly saved the ad for later before looking through his call list.

Through his cracked phone screen, he just huffed when he saw about 26 missed calls.

Most of them were from Pigsy, with 6 from Sandy, three from Mei, and one from Mk. He hesitated a second before opening his texts. He winced as he saw there were over 40 unread messages.

Some were from the group chat, most of the first ones being pictures of Mk after the library fight holding up cheese tea a block from the library...

Tang scrolled past the pictures and instead looked for his name in any of the unread texts. He found out he was only mentioned after Mk specified where he had his most recent fight.

🌟 The Gang 🌟

8:08 PM

Mk: Yeah! It wss a HUGE guy witha a weird lookin sword this time

Pigsy: you sure you're doing ok kid?

Mk: yes im fine

Mk: the ppace we fought is in way worse shape thogh

Mei: Mk's right. When I went to pick him up, the place had been rly totaled! With the ceiling completely destroyed 'nd the walls left in complete shambles!

Sandy: Was everyone involved okay???

Mei: don't worry sm Sandy

Mei: Mk saw everyone head to the DA shelter, and they all came out fine afterwards

Mk: yeah at least the guy I fought had some sense not to aim for the flor

Pigsy: they had an entire shelter ready? Where did you even fight, kid?

Mk: it was at the Metrapolis Library

Mk: im so sad too because I can't get anymore comics from that place for awhile

Pigsy: Wait, isn't that where Tang started working a day ago?

Mei: oh yeah! I didn't see him come out of the DA shelter tho

Sandy: has anyone contacted him since yesterday?

8:09 PM

Pigsy: everyone try calling him

8:11 PM

Sandy: Tang hasn't responded to my texts or calls

Mk: i ended up having to call after texting him so many times nd he didn't pick up

Mei: he hasn't responded to me either

Pigsy: I'll keep calling him to see if he'll pick up

8:17 PM

Pigsy: he hasn't responded even once

Mk: does anyone know where he is?

Sandy: maybe someone should go to his apartment?

Mei: he has his own apartment????

Pigsy: I'm going up there to see him. I'll tell you guys if he responds or if he's even there

Tang turned off his phone after reading the last text. He could only sigh at the messages before moving to turn off all his lights, sweep most of the scattered glass to the sides, and close the open window.

When he finally got to fall onto his bed again, all he could think about was Allan. If he was okay, if he was alive, and if he could find a way to find him again.

Well, he should try that tomorrow after Pigsy's. I could try to ask about his name in any of the nearby hospitals... maybe if I... try enough of them...

And then Tang succumbed to his exhaustion, falling into a deep sleep as his world went black.

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