#would his father be ashamed of his parenting skills

[shower-phantom-ideas]

Bruh emotional support ghost kid? Well thats what they are calling him

Suicide cases in gothem are about to fucking plummet boiz cause this one weird blue eyes, black haired boy is now heading to your location.

How does he know where to be? Having a bad day and are all alone? No the fuck your not cause don’t turn around now but theres some shiny blue eyes coming at you from that dark ally. Oh shit hes here to drop some information about you and your lost loved ones that he should know. Oh god the closure. How could you have been afraid on this sweet, creepy, boy who just helped you find your way.

Meanwhile Danny is chillin in Gothem cause the GIW hate it there (none of they equipment actually functions in Gothem so it’s either super haunted or actually not haunted at all). Then all of a sudden he gets approached by a random ghost begging for his help because their sweet baby girl is about to do something horrible. Oops now all the ghosts are following their most loved ones around just to make sure they are there to rush to Danny for help when all else fails. Now hes getting to fulfil his protection obsession double time because one hes helping protect people from themselves and two hes protecting everyone in Gothem by stopping people from becoming villains for revenge. Plus he gets to see first hand how hes making a difference because all those people he saved are sending him some good vibes from all across Gothem.

Thank god he followed Jazz around so much to slightly absorb some of her phycology knowledge over the years. Plus it was actually pretty interesting so she gave him her old text books. Shes also helping him deal with the rare events where he can’t save someone. Just a moment too late or he stops them but they later succeeded in the hospital. Neither are his fault. Now only if he could convince his core of that.

Anyway why Gothem you ask? Amity Park would have been just as good tbh but imagine Batmans face when he finally gets to be face to face with the emotional support ghost boy. Why is he here? Bruce is fine. Batman is fine. Hes not gonna do anything crazy. It’s just a hard time of year. Around their death always gives him grief. But hes an adult and can manage it.

“You know they are so proud of you.” The boy states. As if it’s clear as day, even though it’s Gothem and never a clear day. Batman blinks at him, stunned for a moment. “What?” This boy can’t possibly know that. No one will ever know that, Bruce can only hope. “They see their home, full of such life. That big house that felt so empty, so cold, to them as well for years. Then you filled it with Family and Love like they had always wanted for you. They are so proud of what you have turned it into. Somewhere full of life and warmth.” A small smile graces his face as finally “you have made your parents so proud” and its all he can do to contain himself. Emotions are running high and sue him because he really did need to hear that ok. The boy suddenly looks to Bruces right with a confused face “aren’t all basements like that though?” Before Bruce can even get a word in hes gone. Just vanished before his eyes.

#danny phantom #danny fenton #dpxdc #dp x dc #batman #I just wanted to write danny walking up to the buggest toughest batman and make him cry tears of relief #danny is helping his subjects find closure while always feeding his protection obsession #let him be interested in his sisters word #also god imagine bruce just having a bad time of it cause is the anniversary of his parents death #than the ghost kid just walks up and tells him exactly what he needed to heat #yes they are proud of the word batman does #he knows he has saved lives #but what about him as a father #would his father be ashamed of his parenting skills #would his mother be discusted at how he treats his children #he always remembers his parents as good parents so he wants to do right by them by also being a good parent #anyone can risk their life for another but few can be a good father #actually it’s easy just love your kids and sont walk out and leave them with an insane bitch of a mother #dad im lookin at you #and dknt marry your fucking step sister dad #isnt our family tree circle enough. why must u follow in grandmothers footsteps #at least with him is marrage related aye? #oops im rabling about my daddy issues teehee

[gabrielsbubblegumbitch]

DROP YOUR DX FOR VOX !!!!! Please and thank you.

I would like to preface all my posts on headcanons related to psychology and mental illness with a disclaimer: diagnosing mental conditions, especially personality disorders, can be extremely challenging. It's a complicated process that relies heavily on a psychologist's interpretation of facts, making it susceptible to biases. Personality disorders cannot be diagnosed based on surface-level observations and are not just labels that we can assign to people like in the case of MBTI. Additionally, I am not a clinician with any expertise in diagnosing people. Therefore, the following post should not be taken as a reliable professional opinion. It's simply my interpretation of the internal mechanisms that may be responsible for the behavior of certain characters in my fan fiction. Furthermore, I want to make it clear that I have no intention of stigmatizing people with personality disorders by associating them with villains. A personality disorder does not determine someone's character or make them a bad person. Some characters may be evil because of the choices they make, not as a result of their mental conditions.

(I've already posted some stuff here so I'm not going to repeat myself.)

Okay, so, Vox has Narcissistic Personality Disorder (NPD). It's crucial to distinguish this from "common narcissism" (people often described as "narcissists" by others just because they are egotist assholes; kinda ableist, you shouldn't do it because it's extremely stigmatizing towards people suffering with actual NPD) . While those individuals typically function well, those with NPD exhibit all the traits – grandiosity, egocentrism, attention-seeking, intense power fantasies – but as it's a disorder, these traits lead to inflexible and maladaptive patterns of behavior and cognition.

NPD has its roots in intense feelings of shame, low self-compassion, and self-loathing. In my interpretation, Vox has always felt inadequate. His father inherited an enormous amount of money, establishing a media conglomerate in the 20's. Vox's mother, captivated by the world of movies, used them to escape her reality as a trophy wife. Despite her dreams of becoming an actress, Vox's father, possessive and protective, prevented her entry into the entertainment industry. As a compromise, he made their son a child actor, with the condition that it would be temporary. When Vox grew older, he was expected to transition to learning business and other skills, ultimately to take over the family's empire.

So, Vox was never enough for either of his parents. His father thought of him as annoying and unserious due to his talkativeness and exaggerated behaviors, attributing it to growing up surrounded by actors. As for his mother... Vox turned out to be a terrible actor, struggling to convey emotions that weren't bombastic and over-the-top. Being a teenager is humiliating enough, but imagine being a teenager bad at something and forced to do it for a worldwide audience, when the whole production crew is annoyed with you. Fortunately, he grew up to be devilishly handsome (not to be a simp, I just believe someone must be handsome to endure the ethereal punishment of having their face swapped for a TV screen) and entertaining, leading them to make him a TV host and media personality.

Anyway, NPD is all about creating a perfect self and projecting it to the world when you're deeply ashamed of your true self. It means that, no matter what you're doing, you're constantly concerned about how it looks to other people. You constantly play an exhausting game, trying to win gold stars of social admiration for every-fucking-thing, guided by superficial ideals of wealth, perfection, beauty, and, above all, power. One reason Alastor's existence bothers Vox so much is the fact that he cannot comprehend the idea of someone choosing radio over his "objectively better and correct" medium. Vox lacks the ability to understand nuanced sentiments, which ironically makes him thrive in Hell. In this anarchocapitalist, lawless society, survival of the fittest prevails, and this is a game he excels at playing.

Generally, the best approach for individuals with NPD is to pull them out of delusional thinking by confronting their beliefs about the world and themselves with reality (it should be performed by qualified therapist, especially when someone hasn't completed any kind of therapeutic process yet). However, in Hell, Vox's behavior was no longer in violation of social norms; on the contrary, it was highly rewarded. Consequently, he completely lost his shit, became unhinged, and began acting on all his previously suppressed urges. He finally fulfilled all narcissistic power fantasies and became (almost) untouchable. Now, he's ready to kill anyone who questions him, seeing it as threatening to his fragile image of the perfect self.

He exhibits strong bipolar tendencies. Most of the time, he's power-tripping in a semi-maniacal state. Periodically, he undergoes deep, depressive episodes, locking himself up in his apartment and avoiding interaction.

Constantly guarding this fragile image of the perfect self that he built is exhausting. The bigger this image gets, the more fragile it becomes, like a house of cards. And guarding it becomes more and more exhausting. But there's nothing scarier than the idea of the facade falling apart and people seeing him as he is: imperfect and vulnerable, damaged and ashamed, rotten and evil. Deep down, he knows he's unlovable, and it hurts. He knows that true love exists; he craves this ultimate form of admiration and devotion, but it requires vulnerability and honesty, which he's not capable of. He's only vulnerable with Valentino, and only occasionally when he's intoxicated or when Val fucks every last thought out of his body. He's very much a controlling top insecure about his masculinity, so the latter happens rarely.

Also, drugs. Oh, do this man enjoy some coke. Other drugs and booze, not so much; they make him feel less in control. But getting coked up, going out, causing a scene, killing some poor souls, and relishing this feeling of being completely untouchable? Feels so good.

When it comes to Alastor, he hates him because he's jealous. Despite all his efforts—building a perfect persona, a perfect company, perfect entertainment—this stinky, outdated, and boring radio demon gets so much attention and admiration that should be his. Moreover, he feels that Alastor can see right through his bullshit. He's so paranoid about it that he's almost certain Alastor knows about his childhood traumas, about his death, about all his truths, and could one day broadcast it for all people of Hell to hear. So, he needs him dead.

Note: these headcanons (especially Vox's past) are very important part of my fanfiction. Please feel free to use them in your fics but I'll appreciate if you tag me 🩷

Velvette hc | Valentino hc | Vees + Angel hc | VoxVal hc

#vox #vox hazbin hotel #Valentino #valentino hazbin hotel #voxval #staticmoth #headcanon #character analysis #ask

[igotanidea]

Bonding: Damian Wayne x sister!reader

Request: from the prompt list : 4: "Didn't know you liked being pinned to the ground this much

Warning: nothing, it;s just fun and fluff, most likely set in the WFA universe.

***

„What happened to you two?” Dick could barely hold back the terror in his voice upon watching his younger siblings. Jason however was not so considerate and  straight forward started laughing at Y/N and Damian, the former with the nose swollen and red like a Rudolf and the latter with childish patches all over his forearms.

“Have you two escaped the circus? Sure as hell with such look you would fit there!” he let out a laugh so loud it captured the attention of no one else than Bruce, who became alerted in an instant. It wasn’t usual for Jason to be this happy and chuckling and it was …. suspicious. 

Similar to Dick’s, his face dropped upon seeing his kids in such damaged state and just sighed deeply.

“What did you do?” he rubbed his forehead, looking up to the sky probably wondering what mistake did he make (well, the question should have been – what mistake didn’t he make?). Never before had he looked so fatherly, like when Y/N and Damian started their mischief.

Y/N was the middle child, younger than Dick and Jason, but older than Tim and Damian, but Bruce could swear that sometimes she acted like a literal five year old. Especially when any of her brothers started messing up with her things. Especially when Damian did. No one could ever tell what atrocities she could resort to when he grabbed something that wasn’t his.

“It was all his fault!” Y/N cried out, her voice muffled by the swollen nose and she sounded more like a wounded animal rather than a human being.

“I am beyond your level, Y/N and cannot be blamed for…..”

“SIT!” Bruce growled in desperation, but neither of his kids listened. If anything they started bantering even more.

“Not many parental successes on your account, right Bruce?” Jason mocked, but the oldest Wayne didn’t bother answering. Instead he grabbed Damian by the collar and yanked him back and in the air so his feet started dangling above the ground. Luckily Y/N was too tall to do that to her as well.

“This is derogatory” Damian crossed his arms and pouted, the funniest look of her brother making Y/N laugh loudly “put me down, father so I can kick her ass again and….”

“Again?” Bruce eyes focused on his youngest son “what do you mean, again?”

“Nothing!” Y/N chimed in, desperate to keep some kind of secret

“Oh, are you ashamed to admit you got beaten by me in the combat, dear sister?”

“Shut up you little rascal!” Y/N threw herself at him, but this time it was Dick who grabbed her and hold her back

“What did he do?” Grayson asked, knowing well enough how much of a menace Damian could be

“NOTHING!” the boy struggled against his father’s grip

“Who’s afraid to admit what now?!” Y/N smirked at him.

“Ok, that’s it” clearly it was Jason who lost patience first “talk or I’ll draw blood.”

“You wouldn’t dare.” His sister threw him a daring gaze

“Wanna try me, sis? You already got a swollen nose and I can bet that this guy you like…..”

“SHUT UP JASON!”

“wait, there’s a guy?” Bruce was confused “who is he? Why didn’t I met him? How much does he know about us?”

“Not the time, Bruce!”

“LET ME GO DICK!!”

“Sorry, sunshine can’t really do that. Unless you tell us what happened.”

“fine!” she hissed “fine! I’ll tell you!”

An hour ago

“DAMIAN WAYNE!”  her voice echoed through the whole Wayne Manor and made the glassed windows shake. Honestly, how could no one in the family of vigilante hear that was beyond her. “you little piece of shit, where the hell are you!?”

“Have you called me sister?” Damian emerged from his room, looking nothing but innocent with the play-pretend smile. But Y/N knew better. She was fairly aware that he was skillful in using that Wayne gene trying to charm people. Too bad his eyes were glistening with mischief.

“You can’t play me, you demon.”

“Did something happened?” he titled his head in curiosity, observing his sister getting more and more angry. Oh, how entertaining it was to see her face get red, her fist clench. Fascinating how girl’s hormones worked.

But clearly, he underestimated Y/N. Yes, she was an emotional young woman surrounded by no less than four brothers, but she was also an adopted Wayne. And the realization of that fact made her calm down. Damian wanted her to get mad. Which meant he had some sort of plan.

“My little, sweet, wonderful, lovely brother.” She quickly changed the method of acting

“Huh?” Damian frowned, still not used to people acting nice towards him. This was…. unexpected. Y/N was clearly cunning and he had to be prepared.

“Tell me, did you happen to see my phone somewhere around?”

“No.” the answer was clearly too fast to be convincing.

“Really?” she smiled and looked over his shoulder inside his room. The perks of being taller and seeing more. “Then what is lying there on your desk?”

“That’s mine.”

“Damian…..” her voice became serious, her posture tensing “give it back to me. Now.”

“No.” he crossed arms, mimicking her position. Oh, they were both preparing for a fight, neither even beginning to consider the option of relenting. “does father know about your little crush?”

“YOU WERE READING MY TEXTS?!!?”

“Do you even realize in how much danger you put us because of your silly little….”

“AH!!” he did not get to finish the sentence when she went at him taking him by surprise. However, not enough of a surprise that he didn’t manage to step back. Instead of pining him to the ground she tripped and dashed into his room, immediately reaching towards the bed to grab her mobile, but Damian grabbed her arm and yanked her back.

“You little rascal!” she yelled, when they started a real Batman-style fight. “It’s mine!”

“it’s a violation of the rules!” he spat back “we’re not supposed to be in a relationship with civilians!”

“what would you know about relationships?!” Y/N blocked his punch, turning around and tripping him up. “you were raised by freaking assassins!”

“How bad we don’t get to choose family, right?” he hissed, falling on his back on the ground but immediately getting up and attacking her again.

Y/N was good, skilled and intuitive, but Damian was smaller and maybe a bit faster and that’s why she did not see it coming when he glanced off the mattress and landed on her back, trying to tackle her to the ground

“GET OFF ME!” she yelled trying to untangle his arms from her neck

“Not a chance!”

They were struggling so hard that at one point this fight moved towards the corridor and with just one wrong step they started falling down the stairs, still doing their best to damage one another. Damian was pulling at Y/N hair, while she covered his eyes in an attempt to blind him. It took a few minutes of weltering, grunting and dapping before they ended up at the base of the stairs.

“Auch…..” they both moaned in unison, their bones and bones already bruised and damaged. It really did hurt.

“HAHA! I won!” Damian yelled as he realized that the position in which they landed allowed him to sit on top of her sister, his weight holding her down.

“Get off me you idiot…..” she whined trying to push him away, but not succeeding at all.

“Didn't know you liked being pinned to the ground this much, Y/N” Damian laughed at her poor, week attempt to get rid of him.

“AH!” she cried out again and started waving her hands at him, Damian instantly started the same and now they were laying on the floor, with him still on top of her, acting like toddlers and emitting battle cries.

“MASTER DAMIAN! MISS Y/N!”

Shit.

Alfred.

The butler just sighed deeply, too used to many very strange views and behaviors around the manor. Too many to care and ask questions.

“Please get up from the floor. Miss Y/N, your nose is bleeding and as for you, Master Damian you got bloody scratches all over your arms.”

“Sorry Alfred.” They followed every word Alfred said to them and stood beside him with their heads hanging low.

“Let’s patch you two up.” Alfred motioned them towards the living room, gathering medical supplied on the way.

Now.

“And he gave you a animal shaped patch!” Jason laughed so hard he had to grab his belly, almost rolling of the couch

“Didn’t you hear a word, Jace? He took her phone! She had every right to be angry and act irrational…” Dick took his sister’s site

“Hm.” Bruce grunted

“I can’t believe I’m saying this, but good job on being stealthy” Jason chucked towards Damian “normally it would be Tim to try and do such thing.”

“Are you taking his side now?” Y/N’s eyes went wide “I can’t believe….. ah!” sudden outburst made her nose bleed even more and she held the nearby cloth tighter to the bruised part of her face. “mhmmmhmhm” she mumbled grumpily

“Hm” Bruce grunted again

“Aren’t you gonna say something?” Dick turned towards his father in a bit of shock. Normally Bruce would be the one to punish them  both for disobeying the rules of the Manor but now he was just sitting on the couch, his mind wondering elsewhere.

“no.”

“What?!” four pair of surprised eyes landed on him in pure disbelief of how he acted.

“Wouldn’t make any difference. Another day another fight. Just…. apologize to each other. I’m going to the batcave. Dick, Jason come with me.”

“The hell I’m going to ….” Jason started but the look in Bruce eyes made him relent. And that was how Y/N and Damian ended up alone in the living room, sitting next to each other, eyes on the floor.

“Does it hurt much?” he asked

“Not much more than yesterday. I’ll be fine. “ she shrugged like nothing happened  “Do you think they know?”

“About what? Our secret plan to make them all crazy and take over the manor?”

“Pretty much, yes.”

“Not sure. Might need some more observation on the matter.”

“So….. we do it again tomorrow?” she smirked

“Oh, absolutely” he smiled back at her, eyes sparkling. It was always fun to fight with her.

“Then can I have my phone back?”

“Sure, I’ve seen all there was to see. “

“I hate you, Damian.” Y/N grinned looking at him

“I hate you too, sis.” He replied with a smirk

And just like that, they bumped their fists. All was good between them.

****

Meanwhile, Tim was hidden in the batcave, glued to the computer, not realizing anything of the events happening upstairs. He only raised his head once he heard Bruce, Dick and Jason entering.

“Did they do it again?” he asked seeing Bruce’s harrowed face, being enough of an answer “Ha! Life never gets boring with those two troublemakers around!”

#damian wayne x reader #damian wayne x batsis #damian wayne x you #batfamily x batsis #batboys x batsis

[witlesswitnesstm]

I am a firm Marvin Gardens BPD/NPD truther, so here’s all my evidence.

This is a very long post, so buckle up.

• Narcissistic Personality Disorder

Let’s go through the symptoms he shows, shall we?

- Has unreasonably high sense of self importance, and requires constant admiration:

Marvin, especially as a child, exhibits a large amount of grandiosity. This is most evident in How Marvin eats his breakfast and My Highschool Sweetheart.

He thinks of himself as above the maid staff and he constantly threatens/accuses them. Then he’s given the role of Columbus, and highly identifies with him to the point where he claims he *is* Columbus. That he’s this grand explorer, who’s the king of the ocean. He believes he’s powerful because of the role.

Then as an adult, Marvin has a constant need for adoration. He needs people (like Whizzer and Trina) to love and want him in songs like Thrill of first love and This had better come to a stop. That might even be a reason he got with Trina in the first place. He wanted to feel needed, without the responsibility of having to love back.

Not to mention the line “Kid. Be my son.” In Father to son. He wants Jason to fulfill the role as his son (and subsequently love him), not really acknowledging he’s his own person. But he still deeply cares about Jason, and wants him to succeed, he just does it through the only lense he understands; himself. Also, I noticed that Marvin literally moves the chess board aside and makes Jason face him during that song, even though he clearly doesn’t want to.

- Believes they deserve special privileges or treatment:

The R of Ms. Goldberg shows Marvin is obsessed with getting what he wants, for no other reason besides the fact that he wants it. It’s also implied that he didn’t even necessarily have the acting skills required to be Columbus, Ms. Goldberg just conceded because he kept pestering her. He believed he deserved it, so he got it.

- Make achievements and talents bigger than they actually are:

Again, Marvin obsessed over being a star actor. He also consistently exaggerates his intelligence with lines like “I can read her like a book” in How Marvin eats his breakfast and “I'm not so rich but hell I'm smart.” In This had better come to a stop.

In I never wanted to love you, Marvin also claims that he’s in demand, when he’s most likely not and is just trying to cover for his ego.

- Preoccupied with fantasies of success, power, brilliance

Oh wow. Ok, so we all know about the metaphor for games at this point. Marvin loves winning, he literally says it’s everything to him. He also says that he wants it all multiple times which is just, really driving home the point that he craves success and power over everything else.

Marvin is also characterized as being rich, which again emphasizes his need for success. I’m thinking he climbed the corporate ladder for the sole objective of looking like he’s successful.

Side note, I think the reason he never acknowledges how rich he is might be because he’s ashamed of being a trust fund baby. He had a whole maid staff as a kid, so it’s implied his parents had mad stacks. He might’ve sought success outside his parents’ money so that it was his own accomplishment, not his family’s.

I want to touch on My chance to survive the night, specifically the line “I played a game. She was as cute as a dime and couldn't spell. I asked her to spell my name. That's it for girls.” Marvin has a history of using games as a basis for breaking up with people because of his insecurity, even before Chess game. He gets a lot better with this in act 2, and this is evident in the racquetball matches. He seems a little unconfident, but he’s not devastated by it in the way he would be before.

I’ve mentioned this in a separate post, but The r of Ms. Goldberg can also be interpreted as a fantasy for power, since Marvin isn’t actually interested in having sex with Ms. Goldberg, and instead just wants to have control over her.

- Is critical and looks down on people they feel aren’t important:

Marvin consistently ignores his sweetheart even when she begs for his attention. When she tries to tell him she’s a person, he calls her ridiculous.

Marvin also just generally acted out as a child because he considered everyone as beneath him.

This trait is especially highlighted In Tight Knit family reprise, where he just straight up talks shit about Mendel, not being able to believe that Trina can love him. It’s also shown in Marvin hits Trina, that he dislikes her platitudes and expects substance from her, and then goes on to again beg for admiration with the line “How could you ever deny what we had?”

- Expects others to do what they ask without question:

This is best shown in This had better come to a stop and Chess game. Marvin expects Whizzer to play the housewife, while not acknowledging that he’s his own person.

This is also displayed in Tight Knit family, where he expects everyone to go along with his perfect vision of what a family should be.

- Has an inability or unwillingness to recognize the needs and feelings of others:

This is most clear with Sweetheart and Trina. As I’ve said, Marvin blatantly ignores sweetheart’s attempts to love him, and completely disregards her. I want to note how he does this in favor of being attached to Ms. Goldberg and playing Columbus which are his power fantasies, essentially.

This trait is also shown in Breakfast over Sugar when Marvin basically tells Trina to shut up and that she’ll get over it when she’s having a a pretty expected emotional outburst to him divorcing her. He completely disregards her feelings, showing no empathy to her.

- Acts arrogantly:

This can just be interpreted as confidence but Marvin says that he loves being himself multiple times over the course of In trousers.

• Borderline Personality Disorder

- A strong fear of abandonment:

This ties into Marvin’s need for admiration, but he constantly asks others for validation, and even doesn’t want Trina to find new partners because he interprets it as abandonment of his family.

There’s also the workshop version of This had better come to a stop, which is all about how Marvin is terrified that Whizzer’s going to leave him again in act 2, but he tries to bury all those feelings down so that he doesn’t appear needy. One of the lines is “I sit here and slowly rot. Wait for Whizzer, wait for answers, and get none.” Which just really nails down this point.

There’s also Unlikely lovers, when Marvin refuses to leave Whizzer’s side in the hospital.

- A pattern of unstable, intense relationships:

I’m sure we all know where this is going.

Marvin has a lot of opinions about Trina. He says that he thinks she’s perfect in I have a family, but that at the same time, he says that he hates her in I swear I won’t ever again.

His wants are contradictory. He wanted Trina to leave him alone when he divorced her, but couldn’t accept that she married Mendel. Also, he fights with Trina consistently, even throughout Act 2.

Onto Whizzer, their relationship is driven solely by chaotic passion. Their relationship is *built* on fighting and making up with hate sex.

Whizzer has no idea how to feel about Marvin because of how unstable he is. Marvin can be gentle, but he expects everything to go his way. He’s affectionate but highly judgemental. (Then again, so is Whizzer.)

- Quick changes in how they view themself:

This is best shown in Your Lips and Me reprise. Marvin goes from hating who he was and what he did to Ms. Goldberg to having a whole ass victory song about how he loves being himself.

This might be sarcasm, but Marvin is also self deprecating in Tight knit family reprise, with the lyric “I'm too damn peeved, self-absorbed, self-deceived. Who knows?”

- Periods of stress related paranoia and loss of contact with reality

This is a stretch, but Marvin’s exes always hovering around him in In trousers might be paranoia about his past manifesting itself. This is especially clear in I can’t sleep and Your lips and Me reprise where they physically interact with him, preventing him from sleeping or reminding him of his past.

- Impulsive/risky behavior:

Bro got multiple STDs, presumably from unsafe sex. Also, it’s implied that he also got HIV after Whizzer.

Hitting Trina could also be seen as impulsive behavior.

- Wide mood swings:

This is where Marvin’s giddy seizures comes in. He has periods of extreme laughter and giddiness, sporadically.

- Inappropriate levels of anger

Marvin hits Trina. I mean, what else do I have to say? This whole song is about Marvin’s anger taking over his actions and causing physical harm because of it. He also shows inappropriate anger when he brings out Whizzer’s belongings after the Chess game.

Ok Jesus Christ that was a lot of words. Keep in mind that these are just my headcanons and you’re allowed to interpret Marvin in any way you want.

Also I don’t have these disorders myself and I’m not a professional psychologist or anything so let me know if I got some things wrong. I just care way too much about the Marvin Trilogy and I’m also interested in becoming a psychologist.

#falsettos #marvin trilogy #in trousers #marvin falsettos #falsettos 2016 #falsettos obc #I have thought too much about this #god someone save me #character analysis #google ​how do I stop a hyperfixation?

[onskepa]

Heyy!! I have been looking FOR ANYONE WHO HAVE THEIR REQUESTS OPEN CAUSE I AM DYING FOR NETEYAM/LO'AK AND HUMAN READER SOOOO

What if!! The reader (fem!human) is kinda close to spider and they playfight a lot but no feelings just sibling vibes BUT NETEYAM/LO'AK (you can do both or choose whoever you want it's up to you) begin to feel kind of jealous of their closeness and be insecure cause hey think the reader would choose spider over them cause spider is human like her you feel me.

No pressure at all if you don't like this idea. THANK YOU🤍🤍

Hellooooooooooo!! So I have decided to do both! I hope it is to your liking!

General headcanon of _____

Like miles who is nicknamed spider, reader has a nick name called "ninja" due to her just popping up out of nowhere and be deadly silent about it.

A bit of a tom boy but has a femininity side.

Prefers sour over sweet.

Much like spider, ninja would paint her body with blue stripes to fit in with the Na'vi as much as she can.

Enjoys hunting and making traps.

Spider and ninja are the first humans to be born on pandora.

Rather call themselves na'vi and not pandorans.

Fmokx

Neteyam Route!

Being the son of Olo'eyktan aka, Toruk Makto, Neteyam Definitely has some level of confidence and insecurities.

Yes he is confident in his hunting skills and fighting skills, he is good and he knows it.

but one thing he is insecure about, its friendship. He doesn't have many friends since he tends to be busy, and the only times he does enjoy some time off, is when he is watching over his siblings doing who knows what.

Kiri introduced two special humans when they were smaller. Spider, and ninja. They were 4 months apart in age.

spider and ninja were the best play mates to have. Always making up games, tugging, tackling, even ninja who is a girl can stand her ground pretty well.

More often than not would neteyam be slightly creeped out about ninja, having the habit to just pop out and throw him off guard.

However, with time and playing together, ninja and neteyam have gotten to know each other. And it was like that for a good amount of years.

Until they all became teens.

Neteyam began to view girls in a different light. He would appreciate beauty and if he feels extra, would complement a girl.

But for ninja on the other hand. He finds it difficult to say anything to her at all.

Ninja is confident in her skills and more than not, compete with spider on who is the best.

In fact, ninja and spider spend a lot of time together, even with they are not with the sully siblings. They would hunt together, play together, rough house around, all that.

Neteyam began to think that spider and ninja have something going on. Making him feel a bit...unsure of himself.

He wants to get closer to ninja but cant seem to find it in him to ask her or take a moment of her time.

Makes sense that spider and ninja are close since they are the only humans of their age. But it hurts to think that one day they be mates or possibly-

"HEY NETEYAM! I WANNA TELL YOU SOMETHING!!"

Maybe there is a chance after all.

Lo'ak's route!

Lo'ak was proud to say, he is the jokester of the family.

More than happy to bring laughter to his parents and siblings. Not ashamed to be in trouble, and whatever shit he did, he would do it again.

But the thing he likes, he that he isn't alone when pulling pranks or causing mischief.

He partner in crimes? Spider and ninja!

Despite being the butt of the joke, lo'ak time to time would feel insecure because of his human features, and would often go with kiri with play with their human friends.

Spider and ninja are his closest friends and treasures them both close to his heart.

But as time goes in, and when his father is having lo'ak take his training more serious, he is often no able to play or mess around with his friends. Leaving spider and ninja to spend alone time.

It would make sense, they grew up together and live together in the human base.

However, as time goes on, lo'ak would specifically miss hanging out with ninja. He liked how he didn't need to call out for her name. Ninja would just show up.

But, when he sees ninja and spider together, a bit of jealousy would grow in him. Wishing that he was fully human so he can be a lot closer to ninja.

To him, its only natural spider and ninja would be together, and be as one when they become adults. Something he fears to witness.

"LO'AK! COME HERE! I WANNA SHOW YOU SOMETHING!"

Whenever ninja calls for him, it makes his heart flutter.

Fmokx = Envy, jealousy

I hope it is to your liking! I put my best in this one!

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[xcixmoon]

introduction

ulti. masterlist

zero masterlist

this is part of my series for zero. this story is 18+, i advise that if youre underage that you dni.

trigger warning: reader's (you) will be given a backstory in this series. i usually dont like to do this in a character x reader series but it will give better structure for me to write and tell you the story as you read along. there will be talks of neglect.

life wasnt easy for you.

you had a childhood that made you always in either fight or flight mode.

your mother was at a constant battle with herself that she took it out on you. she blamed you that she had to grow up quicker than what she wanted and was forced to deal with you.

your father was great from what you remember but ultimately he left you and your mom. you didnt understand of course when you caught him packing his belongings and seeing your mother sit on the bedroom cry with a bottle or two in hand.

you remember asking where he was going and he just told you that he'll back so you waited and waited while dealing with your mother.

he never came back.

as you got older you told yourself that once you hit 18 you would leave her to allow her to sit in her self-pity but she beat you to the punch.

you got home one day after school with the house empty - no note, food or anything. you just figured she went out drinking once more but then that day turned into days where you were just sitting alone.

she left you just as your father left you.

you luckily had one close friend in high school where her parents took you in.

they were never mean to you but they pitied you.

a young teenage girl left by both parents? how could they not feel bad for you.

you kept your distance from people far more than ever but were still ever grateful for them that they gave you a space to sleep.

as high school ended you already had in your mind that you were signing up for the military. it was an easy choice for you.

you had no childhood to bother to think of what you wanted to become in life and this was the best choice at the moment for someone who didnt want to worry about the future.

days in the military flew by for you.

you spent endless minutes, hours and days focusing your time to learn every weapon possible and the one that pulled your attention the most was a sniper rifle.

a M200 intervention to be exact.

as you took time to learn the weapon more, you became a bit well known around base. people always loved to whisper and gossip. you never understood it but that was their entertainment for the most part on base.

you were a lone wolf, a nobody as most people would say, but you were someone who taught herself how to be highly skilled with your rifle.

you became zero.

you were friendly with very few and most people hated that.

they thought you were a snob but you were far from it. you just wanted to get through life and this was the life that you were living until the end.

as you hit 25 in the military, you noticed that every memory sort of started to become one. you didnt have a different life to balance you out when you would think of the past and it was pretty common that people who experienced emotional and mental abuse that they try to suppress their memories.

you would unintentionally mix memories or easily forget about a day in total.

you felt a bit ashamed that you didnt have a life outside the military but these were the cards you were dealt.

your life changed for ever ever since captain price walked into your life.

to be continued...

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[inlovewithpandora]

- New Beginnings || Father’s Day Special -

Pairing: Agedup!Lo’ak x Fem!Omatikaya!Mate!Reader

Synopsis: You find out your pregnant just in time to suprise your mate for Father’s Day

Content: Fluff, mated pair, nausea/vomit, Dad!Lo’ak, Lo’ak being a little confused, him worrying about his parenting skills (reader reassures him), reader surprising him, just a really cute fic

Author’s Note: I decided to do a FD themed Lo’ak fic because I don’t see enough Dad!Lo’ak or Lo’ak x pregnant reader and I just thought it would be cute!

- I will be writing more Dad!Lo’ak/Lo’ak x pregnant!reader in the future so feel free to send in any requests!

- Please excuse any mistakes!

Word Count: 1.4k

Glossary: Sempu - Daddy || Yawne - Beloved || Tìyawn - Love

Extra: Requests are open! Please read rules prior to requesting!

Links: Navigation || Masterlist || Taglist

You were currently helping Mo'at in the healing pod when you began to feel ill. Your stomach was beginning to feel agitated, it was like someone was physically shaking you.

As you continued to do the list of tasks Mo'at assigned you to complete you tried your best to shake the feeling of nausea away, hoping it would soon pass. As you tried to stand up from your current position on the floor, you began to feel slightly lightheaded and your legs felt as if they were going to give out on you any second, "my child are you okay?" Mo'at rushed over to your side and help you sit back down on the mat.

"Yes, I'm fi-" your sentence was cut off by the feeling of this morning's breakfast attempting to make a reappearance.

You quickly grab the closest bowl in your reach and begin to expel the content of your insides. Mo'at gently pulls your hair up so it doesn’t get in the way and once you’re finished Mo'at immediately took the bowl to discard it.

As you grab a cloth and begin to clean your mouth you heat up with embarrassment, feeling it spread from your chest up to your cheeks, knowing that you just vomited in front of your Tsahìk and even worse your mate's grandmother.

When Mo'at walked back inside she could see the tears welling up in your eyes, "no need to cry my child, everything is fine. Nothing to be ashamed about..." she speaks in her usual light and sweet tone, reassuring you that it was nothing to be embarrassed about.

With her being the Tsahìk for many years she has seen any and everything so a little accident like this didn't phase her one bit.

"Let's just get you to lay down so we can see what's wrong okay?" you nod your head in agreement and began to lie down on the mat below you. Once your flat on your back Mo'at began to examine you.

She began to touch and take in a full look at your appearance. She could see the tired look in your eye and the slight swollenness of your breasts. She then began to lightly touch your stomach, "How long have you been feeling sick like this?"

"A few weeks now..." Mo'at just nodded her head in response and reach over to her basket full of medical instruments and grabbed a wooden Pinard horn. She placed it gently on your lower stomach and pressed her ear against the other end.

Once she was satisfied with her findings she placed the instrument back in its proper place. As you looked at her you were trying to read her facial expressions to see if the news would be good or bad but her face was restful, not a slither of emotion in sight.

"What is it? Is everything okay?" you questioned in a soft voice hoping the news wouldn't be bad.

"Yes everything is great, you are with child" As she speaks her lips curl into a smile, happy that she will be welcoming another great-grandchild into the world.

As her words rang through your ears, your eyes immediately begin to water. You were so happy to hear the news that you were pregnant. You and Lo'ak have been trying for a while so to know that you were now carrying a child, his child, in your stomach made you feel overwhelmed with joy.

"H-How far am I?"

"Almost two months, you aren't showing yet but in due time you will"

You gently place your hands on your stomach, rubbing it softly with a smile on your face knowing that Eywa has finally blessed you with the gift of conceiving. Knowing that your stomach would eventually swell with the growth of your baby made you feel warm inside, it was as if your motherly love was growing stronger by the second.

—

As you were walking home, still feeling the happiness of finding out about your pregnancy you could hear someone calling your name, "Hey y/n!"

you turn around and see Tuk running up to you with a newly crafted armband, “That looks great Tuk, your getting so good at weaving”

“Thank you, I made this for my Sempu for Father’s Day”

You almost forgot that Father’s Day was coming up for Jake since you were Omatikaya and the clan didn’t celebrate those type of holidays like on Earth.

“When is Father’s Day Tuk?”

“Tomorrow”

Since Father’s Day was tomorrow you came up with a perfect plan to surprise Lo’ak with the news of him being a father.

After talking to Tuk you began making your way to the biolab so you could talk to Spider.

Once you made it inside you saw Spider talking to one of the scientists, “Hey Spider”

“Hey y/n, what’s up?”

“I need you to help me with something…”

—

After explaining your idea to Spider he instantly agreed, excited to help you in any way possible.

You brought him back to your marui and both of you began to work on the surprise, after a few hours you finally completed it.

“How do you think it looks? Do you think he’ll like it?” You asked Spider as you showed him the final product

“Amazing, when he sees it he’s going to love it”

—

It’s now the next day, Father’s Day and you were so excited to surprise Lo’ak. As both of you started your morning as normal, talking, eating breakfast, and getting ready for the day you were waiting for the right time to tell him the news.

“I’m leaving to go give my Dad his gift for Father’s Day” Lo’ak told you as he walked next to you and kissed you softly on the cheek.

“Okay well before you go I have something to show you”

As Lo’ak watched you walk to the other side of the room he began to wonder what you wanted to show him. After a few minutes, you walked back in front of him and held up a woven blanket.

At first, he looked at the amazing patterns it held, he could tell your skills came to life as you weaved. As he continued looking at your work his eyes went to the middle and he began to see words but they weren’t written in Na’vi, they were written in English which took him by surprise since you couldn’t write in English but thanks to Spider helping you yesterday you were able to get it done.

“H-a-p-p-y F-a-t-h-e-r-s D-a-y” he slowly spoke the words under his breath and his brows furrowed, “why does this say Happy Father’s Day? Is it a gift for my Dad?”

You begin to chuckle at the sound of confusion in his tone, “No yawne it's for you”

You saying that only made his face contort with an even more confused expression than before, “Me? How is it for me?”

“Think about it Lo’ak, think about it really hard”

Lo’ak began to ponder on your words, hearing you put such emphasis in your voice made him think as hard as he could. Once he thought about it for a while and truly processed your words his golden eyes lit up instantly, “Wait…You’re pregnant?”

“Yes, I’m almost two months”

Lo’ak just stands there awestruck for a moment, he couldn’t believe his mate, the love of his life was now carrying his bundle of joy.

Lo’ak walks up to you and immediately pulls you into his embrace, squeezing you so tight that you would almost burst. Once he let you go he began to plant kisses all over your face, “I-I can’t believe it, we finally have a baby together”

“I know I’m so happy, we finally have our own little family. we’ve created a life, a new member of the clan”

As Lo’ak began to think of having a child he was happy of course but he also had a small voice telling him things, things that always made him doubt his future parenting abilities, “y/n, do you think I'll be a good dad?”

You knew he always had doubts in the back of his head, telling him he wouldn’t be a good father because he had a strained relationship with Jake.

“Yawne..” you grab his hand and place it gently on your stomach, “you will be the best father to our child, they will feel so loved by you. You will have the best relationship with them” you smile at him, reassuring him that no matter what he will be an amazing father.

“Thank you tìyawn” he pulls you in for a tender kiss, you could tell by your reassuring him it gave him a new wave of confidence.

You pull back from him and begin to gently caress his cheek and look up at him with eyes that shined with love, “Happy Father’s Day Lo’ak”

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[flowerandblood]

A Winter Beauty (12)

[Aemond Targaryen x fem!Stark reader]

[warnings: smut, sex content, domination kink, fluff]

[description: Aemond and his family arrive at Winterfell for Rickon Stark's Name Day. There, Aemond meets his daughter, who arouses his desire. I changed some names and facts for the sake of the plot. Viserys is also slightly younger in this version.]

* English is not my first language. Please, do not repost. Enjoy! *

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Aemond had never felt so fulfilled and happy in his life. He looked at his wife, sleeping in his arms, nestled against his chest, listening to her calm breathing, gently stroking her hair. He knew that they should have gotten up long ago, that the servants must have noticed their absence. He was amused to think that it didn't bother him.

For some reason, he wasn't afraid to tell his father and mother about what he had done. He didn't even feel ashamed, though he should have. He married the woman he wanted, spent the night with her, and felt at peace.

Her soft murmur snapped him out of his thoughts. She snuggled closer to him, and he felt her inhaling his scent. He kissed her hair tenderly, still stroking her head, her contented sigh answered him. They could hear birds chirping outside the keep, a nice cool breeze flowing into the chamber.

Y/N lifted her head to look at him. Her eyes were still hazy from sleep. Her gentle hand touched his cheek tenderly, and he returned her gesture. They both hugged each other's faces, looking at each other in silence. After what seemed like an eternity, he leaned in and brushed his lips.

"Ñuha dōna ābrazȳrys." He whispered and she blushed. She knew the last word meant "wife" because it had come up earlier when he was explaining to her what the priest would say at their wedding ceremony.

Aemond had then greatly appreciated her confession that she wished he would teach her the language of his ancestors. He decided that it was indeed a skill worth and desired in his future wife. Aemond pursed his lips as he saw her brows furrow at the realization of what they had done.

***

He warned her that he wanted to talk to his parents himself, and that if they asked her anything later, she was to claim that he forced her to marry. That he told her that if she didn't, he would break off their engagement.

Lady Stark didn't like the idea of throwing everything at him, fearing that her parents and brother would never forgive him. But she had no better idea how to solve it.

When they finally appeared in the royal part of the keep, Ser Criston immediately approached them, clearly frightened.

"My prince, my Lady, where have you been? The queen and the king were very scared when they found out that you disappeared, they already wanted to plan a search and…”

"Tell the king and queen that their son wants to see them alone." Aemond said dryly, Y/N looked at him scared, her lips pursed. He didn't even glance at her as Criston nodded, and the two of them started walking towards the king's chamber.

The queen jumped up from her seat at the sight of him, avoiding the table, her face a mixture of horror and relief. She squeezed her son's shoulders as if to make sure he was okay. She shook her head, looking at him questioningly.

"Aemond, where have you been? What happened?" She asked, clearly hoping to hear a good explanation for the whole situation. Aemond stared at her calmly, his face stony.

"I married her, mother."

Alicent frowned at him in disbelief. She opened her mouth and closed it, looking at her husband-king, who was staring at his son as surprised as she was. The queen swallowed, looking at him in horror.

"What do you mean by 'married'?" She asked, her voice trembling and full of disbelief.

“I married her in the tradition of my Valryian ancestors and took her to be my wife. I consummated our marriage by taking her to my bed." He answered without a trace of embarrassment or fear. It amazed him how confident he felt, how little he cared what they thought. It was too late and there was nothing they could do about it.

Alicent placed a hand on her chest as if to calm her pounding heart. Only now did she notice the cut on his lips. She shook her head, unable to believe what he was saying. She decided that her most prudent son had lost his mind.

"What are we going to tell her parents now? That you disgraced her while she was under our protection? That you took her like some common wench?" She asked, almost screaming in despair. Viserys rose from his chair, sighing heavily.

"Alicent, it's done. The fiery Targaryen blood went to his head, not he first and not the last. Why be so mad? They're going to get married anyway." He said, slightly amused. Aemond stared at him in shock. His father never stood up for him. Alicent stared at him in disbelief.

"So what do you think we should do? Keep quiet?" She asked annoyed and waved her hand impatiently. "Pretend to her parents that nothing happened?"

The king stepped closer to them with an effort, leaning against the table. Every step seemed to cause him pain.

"What would you like to do? What good will this information do for them and for us? It seems to me that my son, since he knew how to take his wife to bed, also knows how to prevent her from becoming pregnant yet." He said, looking at his son expectantly, raising his eyebrows. Aemond felt himself crimson with shame and looked down.

"Yes, Father." He replied quietly.

Viserys nodded and looked at his queen-wife.

“Even if something happens, there's always moon tea. I know you often ask our maester to produce it for our second son, my dear wife." He said kissing her hand. Alicent's lip quivered as if she was about to cry. “Just look at them. They're still kids. In love with each other, fire pulses through their veins. In a few months they will marry in Sept. Hasn't our son suffered enough pain and humiliation already?"

***

Y/N jumped in place as Aemond suddenly entered her chamber. They stared at each other with wide eyes for a moment, then threw themselves into each other's arms.

Lady Stark clung tightly to her husband, fearing the worst - that the queen would order her to return to Winterfell. To her delight, it turned out to be quite the opposite. She will stay in Kings Landing until their wedding and will be given a chamber next to her husband.

Aemond told her everything. The king informed their closest servants that they were married and should be treated as such. However, they could not tell anyone else. Viserys promised them that if this information leaked in any way, he would have their tongues ripped out one by one.

The king said he would talk to Lord Stark and his wife himself and figure something out. Aemond couldn't believe his father had treated him so kindly. After all, he came to him once more, to show his gratitude for his support at least in a few words. He felt he owed him it. Viserys looked at him, tired.

"I know I haven't been a good father to you. I didn't support you when you asked me for her hand. You can count on me this time, my son."

***

The two weeks flew by quickly, leaving only four days until Aegon and Helaena's wedding. Lords from all over the country were slowly coming to the capital, every evening boisterous feasts and dances were organized. The entire fortress was full of excited voices and visitors.

Only Aemond, Lady Stark, the king, queen, and their closest servants knew that their chambers were connected by a passage in the painting. This meant that, even though they had promised the queen they wouldn't, they spent the nights together.

Aemond did not allow his servants to enter his chamber without permission in the evening and in the morning, because he knew that his wife would be waiting for him in bed. The sight of her, lying in a see-through nightgown, smiling at him, woven into his sheets made him hard right away.

Practically every night he fucked her, and when she was too sore from their raptures, he spent the nights with his face between her thighs. They pleased each other and slept completely naked.

Aemond did not allow a situation where his wife could fall asleep next to him in even a piece of clothing. He loved the feel of her skin pressed against him, her heartbeat, her warm breath.

They were both learning to touch each other's bodies, looking for interesting positions and enjoying everything they could. To his and her delight, they teased each other constantly, their shameless and unholy words driving each other insane.

Aemond knew that their love was fiery, and that he would never have known that pleasure with any other woman. Lady Stark read him like an open book and, to his despair, used all his weaknesses to drive him mad.

Often when they were lying down after their closeness, Aemond would light a candle, take a book, and teach her the Old Valyrian language. She loved those lessons when they were naked, hugging each other.

Aemond read her individual sentences, then translated them. Then she tried to pronounce it, imitating his accent. They read short phrases together, and when a word she already knew came up, he questioned her about its meaning, so that she would consolidate her knowledge. To his satisfaction, she was very eager to learn and had an easy time recreating the correct sounds.

When they were alone, he sometimes spoke to her in that language as well, wanting her to get used to the sound of it. To his delight, she was able to formulate simple answers on her own, and she delivered them flawlessly.

One afternoon during training, he couldn't concentrate after she'd told him earlier that she'd like to try something different with him. The thought of it excited him greatly. Two hours of fighting seemed like an eternity to him. Even though Criston and he usually had a chat afterward about what they were going to practice the next day, he brushed him off this time, saying he had important think to do.

He entered his chamber, hot and excited. When he saw her body on his bed, how she pushed herself up on her elbows when she saw him, he felt his manhood throbbing wildly in his pants. She must have noticed it, because she smiled, amused.

"You came back early today, husband." She said innocently and softly as she sat down on her lap, only a transparent, thin nightgown on her body. He could clearly see the outline of her breasts, which he now sucked and caressed so often with his mouth. He swallowed hard at the sight and walked over to her, his expression impassive.

He took her chin gently in his hand and lifted it to make her look at him. For all the innocence on her face, he knew what she was capable of. What she said and did with him in bed. His cock throbbed again at the thought.

"What did you want to show me, my sweet wife?" He asked matter-of-factly, trying to hide his excitement, knowing what is really hidden under her sweetness. A vein throbbed hard in his throat, betraying the rapid beating of his heart.

Lady Stark took his hand in hers and kissed it tenderly, reverently. Aemond's mouth dropped open at the sight. She often did that, before and after their intimacy. She constantly showed him her total devotion, which turned him on even more.

She rose on her lap, undoing the buckles of his leather jacket one by one. He swallowed silently at the sight, his fingers brushing lightly over her neck and shoulder. He felt a shiver go through her.

She took off his jacket and shirt and told him to take off his pants. Once he was completely naked in front of her, she pulled him to her and they kissed hungrily, his tongue immediately sliding into her mouth. He was hard all day because of what she told him. Y/N pulled away from him and looked at him excitedly.

"Lie on your back, my prince." She said with a warm smile, her eyes shining. Aemond swallowed hard. Until now, even though he had also taken her from the side and from behind, enjoying the sight of her beautiful body and his cock penetrating her with all his strenght, she had never sat on him.

He didn't want to propose it to her, it reminded him of the whores Aegon had taken him to visit once, and who had ridden him for hours, and he, discouraged, wished only to leave.

But now, with her, her words made him feel hot. He obediently did as she told him. He decided not to take off the blindfold. He did it sometimes when she felt like it, let her take it off whenever she wanted, but he never took it off of his own accord.

Aemond's lips parted lustfully as Lady Stark, looking him straight in the eye, took off her nightgown, leaving her naked, her loose hair swept back.

She scooted over to him and straddled him, pursed her lips in satisfaction. He could see that she had obviously been preparing for this for a long time and wanted to do it very much. The thought turned him on even more.

She noticed this because she smiled in amusement and pressed her warm, wet entrance against his manhood, massaging him up and down. Aemond gasped at the sensation and grabbed her hips, moving with her. He liked being able to see her body in all its glory.

"I thought, my husband, my prince, that I would also like to be a dragonrider." She said quietly and timidly, moving slowly on him, an innocent smile on her face, her hands resting on his chest. Aemond looked at her in surprise and swallowed softly.

"I don't understand, my wife. Do you wish to have your own dragon?" He asked in disbelief, wanting to make sure he understood correctly. He frowned as she laughed lightly at his words.

She rose slightly, taking his manhood in her hand. They both moaned low as she slowly began to lower herself onto him, his tip entering her easily.

"No, my prince. I want to ride the greatest dragon in the Kingdom." She said, teasing him, bouncing up and down a little bit without putting herself all over him. They both gasped at the delicious sensation, his hands tightening on her buttocks, he listened in disbelief.

"You once told me that a dragon cannot be stolen, that it must be tamed." She whispered, lowering herself all over him, and he moaned loudly, throwing his head back slightly. His chest heaved in an uneven rhythm, and he stared at her uncomprehendingly.

"Lykiri, ñuha valzȳrys. Lykiri. (Easy, my husband. Easy.)” She whispered tenderly, seeing how it affected him. She grinned widely as his eye widened in shock. Only now did he understand what she meant.

His jaw clenched, his cock throbbing painfully inside her. He gripped her hips tightly and thrust into her with brutal force, causing both of them to moan loudly in pleasure. He knew, that she decided to drive him insane. He stared at her with his mouth parted, knowing inside himself that she could ride him like that every night.

"How could I deny myself the pleasure of riding the largest dragon in Westeros?" She asked, lowering herself on top of him and rising in a quick, sharp rhythm, the wet sounds of her hot cunt echoing around the room. They both began to breathe louder, he lifted his legs and bent them at the knees, his hands tightening on her buttocks, forcing her to speed up.

"Do you want me to tame you, my husband?" She asked softly, panting heavily, plunging violently against him, stuffing herself to the brim with him, rubbing where she needed it. Aemond watched with his mouth parted as his cock disappeared and reappeared deep inside her with a wet sound.

"Do you want your wife to ride you?” She whispered, her skin glistened with sweat, her lips were slightly parted with desire, a slight smile appeared on her face.

Aemond moaned low at her words and looked at her pleadingly. He fucked her brutally, lowering her hips on himself with great force. He didn't have the strength to lie to her or to himself, he felt wonderful, her words aroused in him an unbearable heat.

"Yes… yes, gods, I want it" He said helplessly, panting heavily, feeling that if he kept going like this, he wouldn't last long. He watched her breasts rise up and down with a wet slap, grabbed one of them in his hand and began to squeeze it, not slowing down, her hot, tight cunt pressing mercilessly on him.

"Dohaeris, valzȳrys (Obey, husband)" She moaned with satisfaction seeing how much he was turned on by what she was doing. He looked at her pleadingly, panting as they fucked hard, their wet bodies hitting each other fast and greedily, his belly wet with her juices. They both moaned loudly, feeling that a few more moves and they would come.

"Qogralbar nyke (Fuck me), Aemond, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me” She moaned almost like a prayer, his animal groan startled both her and him, he pushed his cock inside her a few more times and they both came moving in pleasure, panting and moaning helplessly, their hands clenching their bodies as his hot semen spilled inside her.

"Fuck!" He gasped in despair, throwing his head back, he had never had such a strong orgasm before. He was furious with himself for coming inside her, but he couldn't help it, it felt too good. They both panted as they looked at each other, her hand touching his cheek tenderly.

"Don't worry, my dragon. From the books I read, I learned that a few days before a moon bleeding, a woman has little chance of becoming pregnant. I told you I was well prepared."

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[aria-ashryver]

Meet my OC - Viktor Ivanov

Name: Viktor Ivanov Book: Immortal Desires Orientation: Bisexual Pronouns: He/him Birthday: 12th October 1997 Sign: Libra Born: Dunedin, New Zealand Raised: Sydney, Australia, and Inverness, Scotland (with some short stints in both NZ and Croatia) Heritage: Croat

More under the cut! 🖤✨

Family

Henrik Ivanov (younger brother) Mother (name tbd) Father (name tbd)

Viktor’s closest family member is his younger brother Henrik (Henri, as a diminutive), who is eight. Henri attends boarding school, so they do not see each other much, but Henri idolises his big brother and Viktor would do anything to keep Henri from being hurt. He believes his parents treat Henri as the “do-over” child, and that they think Viktor “lacks ambition” and “refuses to take anything seriously”. There is a lot of pressure on Henri to perform well academically and to follow in his father’s footsteps, career-wise.

Viktor’s father’s career remains something of a mystery to him — he knows it is a somewhat high-ranking governmental position that requires him to travel a lot, so his father is only home for short stints every few months. When he was around 12 or 13, Viktor decided he would ask his dad outright what his job actually was the next time he showed an interest in one of Viktor’s hobbies or interests.

To this day, Viktor has no idea what his father does for a living.

His mother is a stay-at-home housewife. She is the family member Viktor sees the most often, and also the one he has the worst relationship with.

Skills / Hobbies

Sketching, painting, singing — frontman and founder of grunge/rock band Your Bisexual Awakening. Also plays bass

YBA cycles through names often, all of which have a story attached. They choose a new name via the following system: if a band member says something stupid or memorable in conversation, and two or more members simultaneously say "band name", they must change it to whatever was just said. I.e.

Cal: seriously, guys? again? Ava: my bad. Angel's refractory period is more like a Refractory Comma Angel, Viktor, and Luca, simultaneously: band name Ava: aw, fuck.

Random Trivia

Moved a lot as a child — growing up jumping between Scotland, Australia, New Zealand, and Croatia has left Viktor with the weirdest accent. Its mostly Scottish... ish? Kinda?

Enjoys anime — once described watching Tokyo Ghoul as the purest spiritual experience of his life (and then sulked inconsolably for a week when he found out the final season was copaganda)

Scared of dogs (was bitten when he was younger)

Loves having his photo taken, but also can’t look at photos of himself sometimes, because they often bring on depersonalisation episodes

Huge collection of slogan t-shirts he crops and alters himself.

Can do overtone / polyphonic singing (but not well)

When he shared a dorm room with Luca at Avalon, for a while his alarm was this Marc Rebillet song (until Luca threatened to beat him to death with a pair of socks unless he changed it)

Has a crush on Kylo Ren

Is deeply ashamed of his crush on Kylo Ren

Favourite movie is Sucker Punch (will rant AT LENGTH about how people completely miss the feminist read)

His fashion sense is varied and questionable. One day he’ll be in gritty, black techwear, the next he’s full flower-boy poet. Then he’ll be Grandma-chic, and the next day he might be wearing a three-piece suit patterned exclusively with cobs of corn.

He does really love garments that drape and flow, though, and is a bit of a sucker for glitter and fun textures. No matter how loud, he somehow manages to always wear the outfits, and not have them wear him.

Viktor’s goals are informed by an odd mix of wanting a sense of agency and independence, while also just wanting to be taken care of and not have to think

Pathetic Babygirl of All Time

Personal Life

cw!! for talk around mental illness, suicide, and substance abuse

Viktor’s childhood was extremely difficult in that his mother simply does not believe that mental illnesses and neurologic disorders are legitimate conditions, and denies that Viktor’s many conditions are real. She believes he is making everything up for attention. Viktor has had this rhetoric drilled into him since childhood — there is nothing wrong with him, he’s just weak, lazy, a failure, a troubled child.

As such, he has never been diagnosed with anything on record.

He is quite mistrustful of authority figures as a result of his upbringing.

The first real, healthy parental influence in his life was Terri O’Rinn. She was the one to refer Viktor to a specialist doctor — she called in a favour from a friend/colleague, who was able to confirm Viktor’s diagnosis of mild to moderate Tourette Syndrome. This diagnosis remains strictly off-record. He primarily has motor tics, but he does have some verbal ones too — many of his tics are indistinguishable from the way he carries himself and his usual, somewhat eccentric mannerisms of speaking and moving.

Viktor also suffers from depression and generalised anxiety disorder. Luca has “diagnosed” him with “ADHD by peer review.” Viktor also deals with frequent bouts of passive suicidal ideation. Luca has had to talk him down on two separate occasions when he has threatened attempts. He has attempted once, on his own, and has never told anyone about it. Viktor loves Luca like a brother, as they do him, and their bond is fundamentally unshakeable.

Viktor fell into performing initially as a means to cope with his Tourettes — music helps to help him feel in control of his symptoms, so he can often be found singing, humming, or whistling to himself as he goes about his business. Alcohol and weed incidentally dial back his premonitory urges as well, allowing him to more easily suppress his tics, so there have been patterns of substance abuse throughout Viktor’s life when he’s been in a bad place mentally.

In classes at school, he was something of the class clown — Viktor quickly realised he liked dictating the kind of attention that was on him (and that he actually really loves attention when its the kind he has sought out himself). So rather than people staring at him because of his tics, he’d rather enrapture them on purpose with beautiful and hypnotic performances. Leaning into his role as the band’s vocalist and frontman did wonders for his self-confidence and overall quality of life.

Also — he’s just really, really, good at singing 🖤🖤🖤

You can find out more about Viktor via my masterlist, or read about him in my longfic, snow in crimson, starlight in gold on AO3! 🖤(direct link, fic is rated Explicit)

tagging: @choicesficwriterscreations

#i release the boy into the wild hes your problem now #SICSIG #viktor ivanov #meet my oc #cfwc meet my mc #immortal desires #playchoices fanfic #choices fic writers creations #🏳‍🌈🏳‍🌈🏳‍🌈

[violettaskies]

The One

Pairing: Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader // Eddie Munson x you

Genre: fluff, shy reader, cute crushes, first meeting

Notes: SUITABLE FOR ALL AGES // a small blurb from my very first fic ever, Every Summertime (completed story on ao3 as well) // if you do decide to read the entire completed story, thank you! but there are more content warnings there // this blurb is very sfw in comparison to the rest of the story lol // very small mentions of Eddie’s parents // hope you enjoy reading

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When you were little, you never understood how friendship worked. An only kid, living in a trailer park that was far away from your other classmates, with a shy little voice – it all added up to you not making a close friend until you nearly reached middle school. Of course, you were still able to socialize during class and recess if necessary, or were given pity invites to a few birthday parties here and there; but, none of that compared to when your friendship with Eddie Munson began to blossom. Like you, he lived in Hawkins his entire life. However, he was moving from apartment to apartment until he was taken in by his Uncle Wayne.

Seeing him around school was one thing, but it was around the time you just turned nine when he moved to the trailer next to yours. Your parents wanted you to give a formal introduction to help grow your social skills, but seeing him so close in a personal setting was a bit daunting.

The boy who gave the teachers a hard time, but they still wanted to help the kid with big eyes and an ever-healing bruise or two on his arm. The boy who talked about rock music so loudly during the lunch break and would play air guitar on top of the tables. The boy who, no matter what, held the door open if there was a girl walking behind him, because that’s what a gentleman would do. That regardless of how his father treated women, he wasn’t going to continue that cycle. The boy who saw you didn’t have a partner in music class so he came up to you with a smile and asked if you could do him the honour of helping him play the recorder. The boy you harboured a crush on all throughout your elementary school days, Eddie Munson, moved right next door.

It was scary to say the least. At school, you could easily walk a little faster in the hallways with your head down if you were blushing and didn’t want him to see. Or maybe even try to sit a few seats away so you wouldn’t need to awkwardly interact with him. Now, he’s right next door and you couldn’t get your heart to stop leaping out of your chest.

The thing was, Eddie’s heart was doing the same thing when he noticed you were his neighour.

Nothing in his life was stagnant: from his parents, to his home, to his grades in school. He was lucky to make friends with the people he now calls his bandmates, which gave him a small sense of stability. But how was he going to make his pulse stable? He would never know.

Seeing you so close and yet so far made all the butterflies flutter in his stomach. You were the one who mainly kept to yourself during school, no matter how much the teachers tried to get you to keep participating in class discussions. The one who read books every lunch period to pass the time, and would sometimes lift your eyes from the novel if you sat next to a really talkative person; you would smile, and slowly get over your bouts of shyness – how he loved to see it. The one who, no matter what, would secretly share your packed lunch with the kids who couldn’t afford what was offered in the cafeteria. Since you knew what it was like to be ashamed of not having enough food, and you didn’t want anyone else to feel that way. The one who even did it for Eddie once when you sat next to each other coincidentally. Your eyes didn’t leave the book you were reading, when you lightly kicked him under the table and dropped half a sandwich and chips in a plastic bag onto his lap.

The one who has a heart of gold that he wanted to get to know better. The one who was always trying to make a friend, but was too scared to make the first move. The one who sat in the corner of music class with a recorder in your shaky hands when everyone partnered up around you. He knew that was when he was going to say thank you, by asking to be your partner and seeing you smile again. The one who he was head over heels for – you were his new neighbour. 

It only took about a week after Eddie settled in before you made formal introductions as each other’s nextdoor neighbours. Your parents were working and you wanted to savour the last bit of summer. So you decided to sit at the communal picnic tables with a red solo cup of lemonade and read the last few chapters of The Hobbit. As you were just about to turn the page, a large gust of wind made your book fly out of your hands.

“Ugh, of course,” you said to yourself in an exasperated tone while getting up to go find the book somewhere in the grass nearby. The area around you was clear, so you started to scan your eyes a little further until you landed on a figure in black jean shorts and oversized baseball tee, holding the book in his hands.

His eyes were wide when he looked at you, his smile even bigger, when he said: “no way! You’ve read The Hobbit? This and the Lord of the Rings trilogy are my favourite books ever. It looks like you’re almost done too.” The boy handed the book back to you and continued, “is this your first time reading it? Do you like the story too? How about,” he paused, “oh sorry, I keep talking too much.” The blush of embarrassment flooded his face which made you smile.

“No, it’s alright really. Thank you for grabbing my book. I was just doing a reread of Tolkein’s work this summer vacation, but wasn’t able to find my copy of The Hobbit until last week. Just my luck,” you said, looking between your feet, the book in your hands, and his eyes.

“The name’s Eddie Munson, by the way,” the boy spoke on. “You probably already know that by now since we’ve been going to school together for years. It’s a pleasure to meet you, neighbour,” his voice cracked as he spoke in the softest tone you’ve ever heard from him.

“Of course I remember your name, E-Eddie. But it is nice to meet you now as the boy next door.” You gave him your name in return, then gestured to the picnic tables before continuing, “I was just reading over there, but I feel like having lunch before finishing up the book. W-would you like to join me?” The words came out nervously as you remember parts of the little script your parents made you practice for when you wanted to make a friend.

“Well if you insist, mi’lady, I suggest you lead the way,” with a bow and wink he said, “to the kitchens?”

“Yes, to the kitchens,” you giggled as you grabbed his hand, a move you never would have done with others in your life. Then you led him to your trailer so that the two of you could make lunch and talk about all of the nerdy things you both enjoyed.

It was that summer when the two of you finally made a friend you could count on. The blossoming beginning of a life-long friendship. A friendship of mutual love and respect, always urging the other to grow, allowing the both of you to find your true selves in the midst of teenage angst.

He was the one who never forced you to talk, but would listen intently if you did; the one who told imaginary stories over the phone before bed, which helped you forget that your parents weren’t home often; the one who never failed to make you smile when you cried; the one who you would use your loudest voice for, if it would lead to his bullies to get off his back.

You were the one who never looked at him with disgust at school; the one whose smile had the power to overcome negative memories of his parents that clouded his mind; the one who held his hand to calm him down whenever he needed it most; the one who he would willingly climb the tallest mountain for if it meant he could hold your hand forever.

You were each other’s The One, but neither of you knew it just yet. 

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#this is from my story Every Summertime on ao3 and it was honestly the first time I felt proud of a piece of writing lmao #Eddie munson #eddie munson x you #eddie munson x fem!reader fluff #Eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x female character #my fic #fic #fanfic #fanfiction #writing #st fic #fluff #Eddie munson fluff #cute #stranger things #stranger things fanfiction #stranger things fanfic #Eddie munson x oc #eddie munson x f!reader #eddie munson x best friend reader #eddie munson x y/n #no use of y/n #reader insert #eddie munson reader insert

[deadbydangit]

So I just read your Dbd Killers as parents and I was wondering if you could do the knight and the Oni too I'm sorry but I just love them so much and I just want to know what they would be like as parents you don't have to if you don't want to of course have a good day or night.

I absolutely can. I'm going to add another killer on there if that's alright. Please enjoy

Killers as Parents

Knight, Oni, Mastermind

Knight

First off, he doesn't really want to be a dad.

He never had any interest in children.

But he's also afraid he'd be an awful father.

He's terrible at expressing emotions other than rage.

The moment he lays eyes on the child, everything changes.

He'll become a papa bear.

His men are always around too, so the kids will have four 'uncles' to help out too.

God help anyone who lays a hand on this child.

Tarhos has very traditional views on what men and women should be doing.

So, if you have girls, expect him to be spending a little less time with them.

He will have a heavier focus on the boys.

From the moment they can lift a sword, they'll be trained.

If his daughter is interested in learning about the use of swords, he'll be hesitant.

You'll have to really prime him to understand that gender roles don't apply anymore.

If our son doesn't want to fight, he doesn't have to. If our daughter wants to learn how to use a sword, she can.

It might take him a while to understand, but he'll eventually get it.

He's not the most cuddly dad in the world.

But his children will always feel protected.

Even though he doesn't say it often, his kids know he loves them.

Oni

He's ecstatic!

Someone to carry on the family name.

Kazan never thought this day would really come!

He had a wife and son before, but he wasn't ready at that point in his life.

He's very ashamed at how little he paid attention and cared about them.

Now he's ready, and he's willing to make up for what he did.

He knows it won't change the past, but it at least brings him some solace knowing that he's really going to try this time.

However, he can't bring himself to hold the baby.

He's terrified he'll hurt them.

Just coach him through it and he'll slowly start to relax.

Kazan just needs you around to help him.

He used to be very traditional.

He had a very ridged view on what men and women should be doing.

However, after all he's seen in his life, his views have changed slightly.

If his son doesn't want to be a samurai, he'll be disappointed, but he won't hate his child.

But he'll still be teaching him basic self-defense, that's not up for negotiation.

If his daughter wants to learn how to use a sword, he'll be apprehensive, but he'll respect and teach her.

He's still going to want to put pretty clothes on her and put flowers in her hair.

He wants to see that beauty.

No matter what his kids end up doing (as long as it's something positive and productive to society) he's proud.

That being said, he can be very strict, but it's only because he wants to see his children grow up to be strong respectable adults.

But, in the end, it's because he truly loves them, just as much as he loves you.

Mastermind

Wesker is actually very excited to be a father.

Both of you, perfect beings, bring another perfect being into the world.

But he's also anxious about it.

He has so many enemies, and he's worried that you and the child will be a bargaining chip.

So, as much as he hates to do so, you both have to be a secret in his life.

It pains him to not be able to talk about how amazing his child and partner are.

But it's for your own safety.

He's often traveling for work, so he can't always be around

When he is able to be around, he's an excellent father.

He's willing to do his share of the housework, if not more, so you could get a break.

Playing with your children, teaching them skills, occasionally spoiling them.

He knows it won't make up for the fact that he's gone, but it's an effort.

No doubt they'll be athletically adept, so he would very much for them to find some physical activity to hone those skills.

His children will be respectful, polite, and well spoken.

He doesn't care if they go to work with him, or somewhere else to work (Just not the BSAA).

It's their lives.

As long as they make something of it, he'll be proud of them.

Those children will grow up to be honest, hardworking, intelligent people.

And, not for a second, will they deny that they had an amazing father.

#dbd imagines #dbd ask blog #dbd x reader #dbd killer #dbd knight #dbd oni #dbd mastermind

[yanderes-galore]

TF2 lol Blu scout crushing on Blu medic darling is cute, how'd you write a concept for him? Like Blu Scout is almost like Darling's assistant as they practice wrapping wounds, without hurting Scout, they're like son and parent, almost until Scout's feelings start turning into love, despite Darling seeing scout as their friend

Sure! Bringing back the BLU Scout from this short, say hello again to Jez (The name of BLU Scout in my fics so Red can stay Jeremy)

Yandere! BLU Scout with BLU Medic! Darling

Pairing: Platonic (Darling)/Romantic (Scout/Jez)

Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, Jez is a fan name I made, Platonic relationship turned romantic, Brief mentions of poor family life, Obsession, Slight stalking, Jealousy/Possessive behavior, Delusional behavior, Forced relationship, Mentioned/Implied kidnapping, Drugging, Manipulation.

As BLU team's Medic you've always been kind, too kind at times.

The perfect counterpart to the RED team's Medic, Ludwig

Jeremy's counterpart is Jez, the BLU Scout.

You've noticed the two Scouts look eerily similar... but so do most of the counterparts.

Jez is reckless, not quite raised with self-care in mind.

But unlike Jeremy, he's kinder and not willing to hurt his darling for the most part.

Jez gets attached to you because you patch him up.

Not wanting the young merc to hurt himself... you even teach him how to wrap his own wounds.

Jez likes you for your caring personality and the fact you look after him.

You find out later during a conversation with him that it's because his father wasn't around for him all the time.

It was just him and his mother before he left for merc work.

When you offer to take Jez in as an assistant when not in battle, he's surprised.

Although... Jez quickly becomes eager to assist you around the medbay.

Jez sees you as a close friend at first.

You give him the care he yearns for and he learns some important life skills.

The bond between you is that of teacher and student, despite your ages being so similar.

Many on BLU team know how close you two are.

Although it gets annoying when in the heat of battle Jez refuses to leave your side, begging you to pocket him.

Jez loves to learn from you because it's an excuse to spend time with you.

You tell him what certain medicine does, like pain killers.

You also show him how to properly bandage wounds.

Jez looks up to you... he cares deeply about you.

A specific event has to happen to make him realize he loves you more than a friend.

Maybe you accidentally brush against him, causing his face to flare?

Maybe he sees you talk to someone else and he feels anger?

That or maybe a deep conversation makes him rethink things.

The point is something has to happen between you two for Jez to fall for you.

At first he's hesitant or even ashamed he feels this way.

Yet soon he wishes to pursue these feelings one way or another.

Jez still struggles with flirting and romance like Jeremy.

After all, Jez follows you like a lost puppy.

He tries to keep signs of his attraction subtle but others can tell.

Spy can tell that Jez looks at you like an idol.

Jez definitely pilfers through your medbay in search of something to keep or learn more about you.

He's embarrassed to ask Spy for help, but he just can't stop thinking about you.

He wants to be the best man for you!

Although... Spy sees how eager Jez is and tries to calm him down.

Something feels... wrong deep in Spy's gut.

"Okay... I want to tell 'em I love 'em. I want to know how to show dedication! Y'know... so they don't look at anyone else but me...."

"Are you sure you want to this, Scout? You may be making a mistake...."

"Mistake!? Never! I love 'em... nothing's gonna change that."

"And if they don't feel the same?"

"... they gotta. Why else would they take care of me? Why else would they show signs!?"

Jez does a lot more for you in his obsession.

He watches you when you aren't looking and is a very attentive assistant.

"Ah... I forgot something."

"Got it right here, sweetcheeks. Here!"

He loves the idea of it just being the two of you....

Jez may even be delusional, dedicated fully to the idea of being the only one for you.

He does everything he can to show you he loves you.

You see it as him being a friend... a close companion who you took in.

The moment Jez realizes his attempts at having you are fruitless... he tries other methods.

There's no longer any need to be subtle.

He confronts you alone, clinging to you in an attempt to make you feel what he feels for you.

He tries to brush against you, he spills private info to show he confides in you.

Jez prefers manipulation to get your attention.

He's still capable of violence but for the most part he just wants to use sabotage to earn your attention.

If you like someone else, he'll make up some rumor.

If you're oblivious or are attempting to reject him, he refuses to accept it.

He hates the idea of losing your attention!

Who's a better lover than him? Your assistant?

Teaching him medicines becomes dangerous as how he knows what drugs do what.

Expect either and injection or chloroform over your nose as Jez hushes you to sleep.

He doesn't like the idea of drugging you but will if he has to.

He promises to take care of you.

After all, you've taught him everything he needs to know yourself!

"I love you, baby... I promise I'll not only be the perfect assistant, but boyfriend too."

#yandere team fortress 2 #yandere blu scout #yandere tf2 #yandere tf2 scout #yandere tf2 blu scout

[kckt88]

Drowning Inside You - Aemon & Ryn

Summary:

All his life, Aemon believed he was going to be an Alpha like his father, but he presents as an Omega and his life falls apart.

Unable to comprehend his presentation, Aemon lives in despair, until his younger sister Ryn becomes an Alpha and Aemon's world changes again.

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!!

Warning(s): Self loathing, Despair, Anger, Mention of Self Harm, Eventual Acceptance.

Word Count: 2200

Author Note: An Alpha/Omega Story.

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the House of The Dragon or Fire & Blood characters nor do I claim to own them. I do not own any of the images used.

Comments, likes, and reblogs are very much appreciated.

Aemon smiled as he ran his fingers over the fresh mating mark that graced his neck.

Yesterday he’d married his Alpha sister Ryn and now they were mated for life.

But this wasn’t always what he’d envisioned for himself.

Before his presentation he was convinced that he was going to be an Alpha.

Just like his father, he’d dedicated himself to his education and training with the sword.

He spent hours poring over books and scrolls in the library.

He lingered in the training yard far longer than his older brother.

Vhalarr was the heir to Driftmark, and he was a second son in line to inherit nothing, but he accepted his position in life and vowed to make both of his parents proud.

His Alpha father was a skilled swordsman, and people from all over the seven kingdoms would travel to Driftmark just for the chance to challenge the great Aemond Targaryen.

His father remained undefeated, not even the Rogue Prince and his blade Dark Sister could dent his father’s victories.

Which frustrated his 'step grandfather' very much.

Aemon wanted to be just like his Alpha father, the rider of the mighty Vhagar, Queen of the sky.

Yet the day he presented as an Omega, all his hopes for the future came crashing down.

No, it wasn’t supposed to be like this.

Aemon writhed in agony on his bed as his organs rearranged themselves and the blood from his new womb ran down his thighs.

His Omega mother tried her best to comfort him, but he didn’t want to know.

I’m nothing. I’m weak. I’m a failure.

I should be an Alpha. Not an Omega.

Why have the gods cursed me?

Aemon couldn’t even face his father.

He became convinced that his father would be ashamed of him.

He spent weeks holed up in his chambers, refusing to see anyone.

How am I supposed to live my life now?

I wanted to travel to Essos. To fly with Vhagon over the ruins of Old Valyria.

Now I’ve been reduced to nothing but a prize to be sold off and used for my Valyrian blood.

I would rather die than submit to some fat lord who only sees me as a broodmare.

No. I will run away. I will take my dragon and never come back.

Just when he thought it couldn't get any worse, he experienced his first heat, as he was newly presented it only lasted two days, but it was horrible.

That voice inside him yearning desperately for relief.

Clawing and screaming inside his head as he buried his face into his pillows and cried.

Make it stop. Please. I don't know how.

Eventually the Omega inside him quietened down and the longing stopped.

Heats were something he would have to endure alone for the foreseeable future as he didn't want an Alpha.

Mayhaps he should slit his own throat and be done with it.

But he couldn't willingly subject his mother to the pain of a losing a child.

Even if he hated what he'd become, he still loved his mother.

When Aemon did eventually emerge from his chambers, it was with sheer reluctance on his part, but his father had threatened to drag him out by his ears if necessary.

He knew that his mother had just given birth to another pup; a girl named Corla in honour of their great grandsire.

Aemon also knew better than to disobey his Alpha father, and he was rather fond of his ears being attached to his head, so he made the decision to go and see his mother.

She was safe. She was understanding. She would care.

As he entered his parents shared chambers, the scent of fresh milk lingered in the air.

After weeks of self-seclusion, the sight of his Omega mother holding a tiny snivelling pup to her chest was truly something to behold.

As soon as he locked eyes with his mother, he folded to his knees bedside the bed and cried.

“Oh, my sweet boy”

“I-I don’t know how to stop feeling like this” sobbed Aemon.

“It’ll be ok son” whispered Aemond as he knelt down and wrapped his arms around his crying son and held him tight.

“I don’t want to be a disappointment” muttered Aemon.

“You listen to me. Never ever think that. You’re never going to be a disappointment to me or to your mother” replied Aemond.

“Listen to your father sweet boy. We love you more than anything in this world”.

“I know I just-“

“I will admit that you presenting as an Omega was a surprise, but it doesn’t have to mean what you think it does” said Aemond.

“It-it doesn’t?” asked Aemon.

“No. You don’t have to change who you are or what you do. Carry on training with the sword, fly with Vhagon as far as he’ll take you. Just be yourself” replied Aemond.

“What about when I’m older and-“

“If you do not wish to marry, then we shall not force you. It will be entirely your own choice. We just want you to be happy” urged Valaera as she took Aemon’s hand and squeezed it.

“I would be happier if I was an Alpha” mumbled Aemon.

“Do you think me weak?” asked Valaera.

“N-No mother. Never”

“Well, there you go. I am proof enough that an Omega can rise beyond their presentation”.

“Whilst your mother may indeed birth my pups, she also sits the Driftwood throne and is Lady of Driftmark” said Aemond.

“You are Aemon Targaryen, rider of Vhagon and you are everything” exclaimed Valaera as she gently rocked Corla in his arms.

The sound of his mother's soft voice was soothing, it made him feel calm.

“On the morrow you will report to the training yard at first light. You’ve missed many weeks of training, and I shall see it corrected” said Aemond firmly.

“Yes father” replied Aemon.

“Don’t for one second think that I will go easy on you. Because I won’t” retorted Aemond.

I will be like mother, I will do my best and rise beyond my presentation.

Aemon smiled as he felt his father pat him on the back affectionately.

Maybe things were going to be ok after all. 

So, Aemon resumed his training with the sword and after a few weeks, it was like he’d never been away.

If anything, his presentation as an Omega pushed him even further than before and he soon defeated every knight on Driftmark.

Yet his father still reigned as champion. But Aemon was determined, and he vowed that one day he would defeat his father.

Aside from training with the sword, Aemon would spend his days with Vhagon.

Admittedly he did still struggle with the notion that he was indeed an Omega, but his parents and sibling were a constant support and he felt very lucky to have such a family that loved him unconditionally.

Once he thought he’d come to terms with being an Omega, things changed again.

The day his younger sister Ryn presented as an Alpha.

He never gave much thought to his sisters scent before.

But after her presentation, she’d walked past him in the corridor and that’s when he smelled her. It was a combination of the sea and fresh fruit. Entirely unique to Ryn.

It plagued him, every waking second of the day.

When he thought about her, he would feel an odd fluttering sensation in his stomach and his heart would beat faster whenever she was near him.

The pair had been close before either of them presented, but now Aemon was driving himself to madness at the thought of his sister.

One night, he’d caught sight of her emerging from the bath in her chambers and he felt a wet feeling in his small clothes. He realised that what he experienced was arousal and according to a book he found in the library, it was completely normal.

It was shameful. It was indecent. It was depraved.

But Aemon couldn’t stop thinking of how Ryn’s body had looked and how her long wavy brown hair cascaded down her back.

He began touching himself at the thought of Ryn.

He would put his fingers inside himself and imagine that it was her, he would bring himself to peak every time with her name on his lips.

But eventually he became frustrated, being an Omega was hard enough, but now he was having improper thoughts about his sister.

Surely their father would go crazy if he found out.

Aemond Targaryen was widely known to be very protective over his pups. Especially his daughters.

Yet here was his own son, lusting like some unchecked whore over Ryn.

Even worse when he went into heat and Ryn was all he could think about as he writhed around on his bed.

He felt empty and his inner Omega was screaming inside his head.

The need for Ryn was almost unbearable. He cried, screamed and raged for relief.

But it never came, and afterwards he felt so ashamed of himself that he figured it was for the best that he avoided spending time with Ryn.

He declined her invites to go dragon riding, he refused her requests to train, and he most certainly ignored her when she would ask him to go the library with her.

She would stare at him with those big eyes and he would simply shoo her away.

He felt awful, as he knew it was hurting Ryn’s feelings, but he just couldn’t be around her anymore.

Until one day she cornered him outside his room and demanded to know why he was avoiding her.

He couldn’t speak. He just stood there not moving or breathing as she clutched at his leather doublet.

She’s too close. Much too close. I can’t have her near me. She smells so good.

Then she surged forward and kissed him.

It was unlike anything he’d ever felt before.

Her lips were soft and sweet against his.

Growing more confident, Aemon pressed Ryn against the wall and slid his tongue against hers.

Ryn slid her hands in Aemon’s long silver hair and scrapped her nails against his scalp.

“Ryn” moaned Aemon quietly.

“I’ve been wondering what it was like to kiss you” exclaimed Ryn sweetly.

“Y-You have?” asked Aemon.

“Yes, ever since my presentation, your all I can think about. Your scent is driving me crazy”.

"M-My scent?" asked Aemon.

"Sweet like freshly baked lemon cake. I crave you every minute of the day" muttered Ryn.

“I feel the same way about you” muttered Aemon blushing.

“If it’s ok with you. I would like to explore what’s happening between us, We'll go slow and take it one day at a time” said Ryn.

“I would like that” whispered Aemon surprising himself with his rapid agreement.

“I just want you to know that I would never try to change you. I think your prefect, just the way you are” exclaimed Ryn.

She thinks I’m perfect just the way I am. She accepts me. She wants me.

Over the next year, Aemon and Ryn spent as much time together as they possibly could.

Training, reading in the library, flying with Vhagon and Silver and stealing kisses when no one was watching.

Ryn was true to her word, she accepted him for who he was, and in a way, she saved him.

Omega’s were supposed to be soft and submissive, yet Aemon was defiant and strong willed.

Ryn seemed to like that about him.

He fell deeply in love with her and knew there was never going to be another for him.

Aemon never thought he would want to get married, not after his presentation as an Omega, the thought of some Alpha sticking their knot in him made him feel sick to his stomach.

But now, he wanted Ryn to be his Alpha and the thought of her knot, made him happy.

I want to marry her. I want her to mark me. I want to be with her forever.

So, he worked up the courage and asked their father for his permission to marry Ryn.

Which he readily granted. As it turns out their secret relationship wasn’t so secret after all, and their parents had known all along.

“We knew you’d find your way to one another” exclaimed Valaera happily.

With their parents approval, the wedding preparations were well underway.

But Aemon couldn’t shake his anxiety at the thought about consummating the marriage.

He’d never had any experience with sex, and Ryn was his first ever kiss.

So, he decided that he wanted to go to bed with Ryn before they were wed.

It was his choice and whilst it might be considered improper, he didn’t really care.

He loved Ryn and she loved him, and it was because of that love that Aemon had finally accepted who he was.

His parents had tried, but ultimately it was Ryn, and she would have his heart forever.

He’d even suffered through a rather embarrassing conversation with his mother about Alpha coupling’s with male Omega’s, but it was worth it.

When he asked Ryn to take him to bed, she was a little hesitant as she didn’t want to sully his virtue but when he assured her that it was truly what he wanted, she nodded and took him to bed.

He was nervous, but his sister was gentle and patient.

It did hurt a little bit when she first entered him, but the pain soon gave way to pleasure.

The feeling of Ryn inside him was something he would never forget.

She moved slowly savouring their coupling, stroking his pale skin, and placing gentle kisses along his neck.

She was patient and understanding. Taking her time.

The knot hurt, but the feeling of his Alpha pumping full of seed sent him over the edge too.

Being locked together with Ryn was a revelation.

He’d never again be this close to anyone in his life, and he wanted to do it again.

He soon found himself becoming insatiable, they would sneak into each other’s chambers at night and spend most of the night locked together by Ryn’s knot.

She even managed to help him through his heats and what a difference it made.

Before when he'd had his heats, he felt empty and everything hurt, but now he was happy and fulfilled.

If anything it made him fall even more in love with Ryn.

Unfortunately, their secret was soon discovered when their father happened across them when they were in the middle of harassing one of Driftmark's Maester’s for moontea.

Their father actually took it better than they thought he would. Of course, it helped that despite his protective nature, he was weak for his daughters.

Aemon did have to stifle his snigger at his Alpha father's crumbling resolve when Ryn gave him the 'look'.

It was the same look mother would often give him whenever she wanted something.

And it always worked.

The greatest swordsman in the realm reduced to mush by one look from one of the women in his life.

It was truly something to behold, until of course his father made him swear never to repeat to anyone what he'd just witnessed.

Their wedding was almost upon them, but Aemon was in a panic.

His monthly bleeding hadn’t come and now he felt sick.

But I took the tea. 

Didn't I?

He’d seen his mother pupped enough times to know what his symptoms meant but it didn’t stop him from being in denial until he ended up confessing to his mother on the day of his wedding no less.

His mother was understanding and very helpful, especially when it came to discussions of the consummation.

After they’d left the celebrations and retired to their shared chambers for the night, there was a sense of relief in the air.

After tonight they would be a mated pair.

They would give each other the bite and be bound together forever.

Their wedding night was filled with passion and love.

When Ryn sunk her teeth into his mating gland as she knotted him, he could feel her become part of his heart and soul.

Then Ryn offered her neck to him and as the bond snapped into place, he could see the realisation in her eyes.

“Y-Your with child” exclaimed Ryn.

Aemon smiled nodded. He hoped his Alpha wasn’t angry with him for keeping it a secret, but through the bond he knew she was happy, and his Omega purred for the first time.

They fell asleep in each other’s arms, content with the knowledge of their pup’s existence.

Ryn had even placed her hand on his stomach and smiled widely.

Alpha is pleased that I carry her pup.

“I love you” whispered Ryn.

“I love you too my sweet wife” replied Aemon.

Once it hard been hard to ever imagine that he would find himself with child.

Willingly anyway.

But here he was, carrying his Alpha’s first pup.

In the months after the wedding, his stomach began to swell and it suddenly became very real, that he was going to be a mother.

He prayed nightly that he would be just like his sweet mother.

She supported him through the pregnancy and answered every question and worry that he had.

Ryn of course had developed a possessive streak and wouldn’t let anyone within reaching distance of Aemon, especially after an incident that involved his uncle Aegon trying to touch his stomach.

Ryn went berserk and it took two Alpha’s to even hold her back.

All through the pregnancy Ryn was convinced their pup was a boy, but Aemon thought the pup was a girl.

Turns out that Aemon was right and on one stormy night, he gave birth to a girl named Adelynn, who had inherited his mismatched eyes.

As he held his daughter in his arms, Aemon made his peace with the gods and thanked them for allowing his presentation as an Omega.

This was always meant to be.  

#house of the dragon #aemond targaryen #hotd aemond #hotd fanfic #hotd fic #alpha omega #original character #aemond fanfiction #aemond x oc #aemond x original female character

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Random S5 headcanons (part 1)

Army

His real name is Ernie

Stress bakes; one time he got so freaked out over something that he baked THREE WHOLE CHEESECAKES. They were very tasty and he would’ve been more proud of it had he not been so scured at the time

Speaking of, he has anxiety too. Folks call him paranoid all the time

He actually also has anger issues too, but he’s good at keeping himself leveled. He’s kinda ashamed of it, even though everyone else tells him not to feel bad about it. He’s just always so worried that someday he’s gonna do or say the wrong thing that he won’t be able to take back

Book smart for the most part (pun not intended)

Octoling—or inktoling really. He wasn’t born in octarian society, but rather he’s a hybrid of an octoling and an inkling but he happened to inherit most of his father’s genes (there’s really more to it, I’ll make a separate post explaining my headcanons on splatoon reproduction sometime). The reason no one could ever tell was because he applied makeup, hid his hair, and had his ears carved to represent that of an inkling’s sharp ears. His grandfather was the one responsible for that

As you can imagine from the last point, yeah, his grandad was pretty strict, even abusive. He grew up with his grandad actually on a ranch in a rural part of Inkopolis. Perfect storm to happen; Army’s father got mugged and murdered by somebody and his mom died from an unknown sickness. His other family members had moved far away so, he was left with his grandfather. His grandad didn’t like how he was a half octoling and gave him hell for it. Grandad was actually a soldier during the Great Turf War so… Wasn’t too surprising that he wouldn’t be too happy about having an octoling as a grandchild.

Army’s grandad was more on the verbally abusive side. When it comes to physical abuse it was mostly when he makes Army do an excessive amount of manual labor, like lifting and tossing heavy stuff on the ranch, repainting the fences whenever they start chipping, that kind of stuff. Although, he was no stranger to getting more physical with Army, mostly striking him across the face or stomping his heel on Army’s feet. When people asked about the big red marks on his cheeks or his swollen feet, he’d tell them he hit his face with a branch or he stubbed his toes. Neither story ever convinced anyone.

Knows some martial arts, like judo and taekwondo. His grandad taught him that, too. He’s actually really good at it, mostly because he takes note of every move in great coherent detail. He never has anyone to train with, though, other than grandad. Even then, grandad isn’t always the most motivating partner

Because he’s an inktoling (with mostly octoling dominant genes) he’s got a pretty shitty immune system. He gets sick white often, so it’s seen as a bigger deal whenever he and his team come out to do turf wars, since he also has to balance time practicing martial arts, jotting down in his manual, doing farm work, the likes.

Short shit. He’s the only, and I mean the ONLY S5 member who’s under 5 feet. He’s 4,8 lmao

However, he’s built as a brick garage. Tossing tons bags of hay around a day at a time will do that to you. No one ever notices because he’s always got his parka on

His military persona is also from the influence of his strict grandad. Army also believed it would better improve his skills in turf war, which he strived to be good at since it felt like it would be the only way to get his grandfather’s approval. Now? He doesn’t care no more. Still, he holds his personality true, but he’s settled down a bit

Goggles was one of the first people to find out that Army was an Octoling (inktoling) and the moment he did he was like “bro, you’ve gotta meet my parents”

Army was THRILLED when he met Goggles’s parents, because Goggles’s parents are actually octolings too! Same with his little twin sisters. (Based on a headcanon between me and an oomfie on Twitter) For the first time Army felt like he belonged somewhere, truly as an octoling. They were so nice to him too, and they welcomed him in with open arms. They also even offered him a place to stay when his grandad kicked him out after a fight they had. Goggles’ mom immediately called the police on his grandfather when that happened. Army didn’t stay with them for too long before he eventually got a place with Mask in Splatsville. Even then, he’ll always be in their debt.

Not only that, but Army was also the first to find out that Forge was an Inktoling too, as vice versa. Those two were in a silent solidarity until octolings became a more open part of society, so they’re solidarity became less silent :) they are still friends

Army had a real cheesy crush on Forge at one point. It was like a tragic romance written by a medieval writer where he never had the courage to confess his love for her. It was even worse because she was a lesbian so he never stood a chance 😞

Even after leaving his grandad, he still misses him sometimes. Sure, he was a shitty person… But he was one of the most familiar people he ever knew, and there was still some love for him somewhere in Army’s tight and damaged heart. Nonetheless, he never went to visit his grandfather in prison

Actually enjoys going to parties hosted by Aloha, as long as nothing goes too far or out of hand. He always brings his teammates over too and they have a lot of fun. For him, it’s always a great escape from his shitty home life, and he loves to find ways to enjoy himself amongst familiar faces. Even if they don’t know who he really is underneath his beret and eye makeup. Even after his life started looking up, he’d still find it in his time to attend some of those parties; plus, he enjoys bringing some desert or curry he makes!

Cooking also brings a source of relaxation and comfort to him, especially if he gets to share it with people he cares about. His grandad would never admit it, but he was impressed by every single curry recipe Army came up with

He started forming a crush on Goggles when they got closer because of Goggles’s octo family. It was also the fault of the parents cuz they tried hooking them up together (you know they showed Army ALL of Goggles’s baby pictures)

Credit to RHebe12 on Twitter (we were interacting after they were the one to come up with the octo family headcanon and I came up with the Goami idea)

He also has a crush on Rider and Skull because I said so. Skulgoamirai for life

Aloha

His real name is Lee

Absolute introvert. He just has this talent of getting along with just about anybody. When he got an apartment in Splatsville he started bunking with this giant ass, stone cold, socially detached butch lesbian. Just a week later and they started acting like best friends. It’s that friendship rizz he got

He likes to tease people a lot, not in a mean way, he just likes to get under people’s skin as a way of playing with them. Lilith tried to clock him in the nose for it one time, so he doesn’t tease her anymore… Or at least not as much (he can’t help it!)

Fashionista mofo. If you’re looking for him, you’ll typically find him at the mall or the beach if he’s not at Mahi Mahi Resort. He loves getting his nails done, dying his hair, trying on some new clothes, checking out all the babes, and dragging all of his buddies along with him

He likes to style his hair a lot, mostly just changing the colors and ombré shades. Sometime the ombres also appears in his ink at the tips of the splotches.

His hair and ink are also kinda glowy, too. That’s because he’s a Firefly squid 🦑

Pretty good at dancing. He’s also a pretty decent singer. He tried doing both at the same time once but he didn’t have enough breath in him for that. I’m, three dots from, stardooooom

Sometimes he likes to sing when he thinks he’s alone. If you catch him and he notices, he’ll scream like a little girl and pass out probably. Mans is shy

Pansexual. He’s better at flirting with anyone when he’s only doing it for show, because he has more confidence due to not worrying about rejection. However, he absolutely fumbles and stumbles over his words if he’s tryna get with someone who he sincerely has an interest in. He’s also not good with receiving flirts back, cuz the moment he gets complimented he melts like an unsupervised popsicle in the summertime.

Transmasc. He loves to show off his top surgery scars by keeping his shirt opened up whenever he can. He’s also got a little bit of bust from the testosterone, and he loves to flex for the ladies, lads and enby chads

His ethnicity is Hawaiian Puerto Reefian (Puerto Rican) it’s an aquatic ethnicity pun.

Asymmetry is his distant cousin (she’s more Filipino tho). They are friends :)

His parents are on the verge of divorce. He’s not too surprised, as all he remembers is the both of them fighting over everything and finding nothing to agree on, so as he got older he was kind of waiting for it to happen. He’s kinda sad about it tho, but it’s not like they treat each other too badly, or treat him badly.

In contrast to Army, he’s more street kind of smart. Pilot Cosmo voice: “this magnificent charm is secretly a curse ✨”

VERY fast runner. If you are running for your life from him then ooh child you better count your seconds and say your prayers. (He’s a runner he’s a track star 🏃‍♂️)

Unlike every other cephalopod, he’s actually tried to learn how to swim because of the fact that he goes surfing. He’s… Getting a little better at it (the jelly lifeguard is sick of seeing him even NEAR the pool)

He’s also the hugger of the group. Had a bad day? “C’mere mf let lemme give you a hug-“

Army has needed many of his encouragement hugs from, and Aloha always delivered and never judged him at all for it

Important to note: He has a bit of a temper. At one point people thought he had anger issues, but it’s not that extreme. He just has a hard time keeping his patience with some people. He also has a hard time concealing it because he doesn’t ever consider his temper to be an issue. It’s not like he gets mad often, but if you press the right buttons then he’s gonna get as steamy as a train

His parents are in charge of the grand bar Mahi Mahi resort, so that’s why he and his team or just about anybody he has along with him are able to come and hangout 24/7.

He knows how to make alcoholic beverages, but he’s responsible about who he serves to (to an extent. But he always makes sure his buddies never drink too much and that they have some water at least while making sure they don’t do anything too stupid.) He always keeps a bottle of gin in his drink cabinets because Army likes that stuff, apparently (gin tastes like shit), and he loves watching Army get absolutely wasted and fall to the floor. It’s the goofiest shit. He’s always willing to care for his hungover ass afterwards, anyways

He also hosts a bunch of parties over at his place, and depending on the kind of people or how many people he has, he he might open up his mini bar. Still, he makes sure not to serve anyone too underage or if they can’t hold their liquor well.

He’s also very strict about any tampered drinks. He and his team take upon the role as drink supervisors at his parents’ bar and his own house parties. The millisecond they see any drinks with the ice sinking, change in color, excessive bubbles, or a foggy appearance, it’s out of the field; they’ll spill it in a potted plant, sink, hell, they’ll even shut it out the window. Aloha doesn’t stand for that shit. Everyone at the bar and his parties are supposed to have fun. No one was gonna get hurt on his watch.

Typically, when he catches drink tamper culprits, he’ll deal with them himself. Sometimes he’ll get someone strong like Diver, Rider, Army or Skull to hold them down while he… Teaches them a lesson. He’s very serious about this kind of stuff. If you wanna know why, ask what happened to his mum when she was in high school.

Anyways- he’s very, very verbally affectionate with any significant other he has. Words of affirmation is his strong long language. Whether they’re a boy, girl, or enby he’ll always find new things to compliment them for every day. He’ll say things like “my BIG STRONG handsome boy ☺️” “man, I’ve scored such a gorgeous lady” “you always looks so wonderful every day. What’s your secret, love?” I just wanna see him be verbally affectionate.

He’s also physically affectionate. I’m talking peppering his love’s face with kisses, nibbling on their ear while hugging them from behind, back neck and shoulder kisses. He does everything he can to make sure his lover is truly loved

Btw forgot to mentioned but Aloha’s got a GIRLFRIEEEEEEND! She’s a beautiful, tall, strong and blue haired octoling lady who he loves to pieces! AND SHES TRANS TOO! TRANS FOR TRANS! Her names O’sana, but her nickname is Beach and she’s eventually became part of Lilith’s team in Splatsville and she wields the custom goo tuber and loves to octo bag with it. She’s also pretty good at breakdancing, and they love to dance together 😊. It’s also ironic though cuz she’s also known to be very clumsy. They met during a 1v1 tournament in Splatsville when they were playing against each other, and the moment she winked at him once he was head over heels and on his knees for her. So much so that he couldn’t even flirt properly when they met after the match; “Hey girl, are you a girl, because- I- I love you, I- What the fuck how is this happening I’m usually so good at this, ARE YOU SINGLE?!”

Beach: “Yeah 😁”

Aloha: “Well, d-do you wanna go on a dat-“

Beach: “Yeah! 😄”

I shit you not that’s how it all happened. Both have W rizz. You can see a drawing I did of her here

Well that’s enough for now. I hope you like my headcanons. See you all again soon with more! 👋🏻

(Post is ever changing. Check back every so often to find changes!)

Here’s the second part (Mask, Skull and Rider) >

#coroika #splatoon #コロイカ #splatoon manga #coroika headcanons #Splatoon headcanons #coroika aloha #coroika army #skullamigorai #coroika S5 #Coroika s4

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Son of Hades

PAIRING | p.js x g.n reader x ft. taeyong

GENRE | angst fluff

WORD COUNT | 12.8k

NOTE | this has been rotting away in my wip for more than a year. endings is a little rushed but I hope it’s okay enough.

WARNING | depictions of parental abuse, bullying, and character death

SONG | welcome to the show - dpr ian

SUMMARY | Park Jisung had always been quiet about his godly parentage especially because of his powers still trying to adjust to his body after years of living in the underworld.  His only friends were Zhong Chenle and his partner from the Hephaestus group. Somehow, Jisung stumbles in your path and wonders if the blush on his face is as noticeable as he feels it to be. You find yourself caught in a whirlwind of shy glances, pretty smiles, and awkward greetings that make Jisung wonder if you feel just as he does. His heart breaks a bit knowing your Y/N, Artemis’ greatest hunter. Not only that but he feels a strange presence attach itself to him. He wonders if you’ll remain loyal to your oath or if he could become the one you’d leave it for.

The world taught children to fear the monster under their bed. To quiver with unspeakable fear or to scream their throat raw to be saved. It didn’t matter what it was or what form it took, repulsion clawed its way up. The monster was to be feared and rejected. However, the little boy who had no one to turn to had become well acquainted with the monster. Its name was Suffering and it curled itself deep within the boy's chest, rested there, and snarled at any attempts of riddance.

The child was not like any other. Even among his kind he considered himself an outcast. Humankind would call it a power, demigods a gift, but for Park Jisung it was a burden. Perhaps if he had been born as a mere mortal he could have had a chance at a normal life. But his dealings with all he came to know were as his bloodline meant for it to be. Suffering was simply a byproduct of his upbringing.

It is said that children born of Kronos’ eldest son had to accept a life of sadness and pain. It was a curse to be related to the King of a dreadful realm. People feared having to be judged for all their doings and having to be assorted. As much as the King would have liked for people not to dislike him so, he knew it was futile. He was no god of skies, oceans, or music. He was Hades, King of the Underworld and would remain so for all eternity.

Overtime, these feelings became trivial. Hades had accepted the role he had to play among the Greek gods. If anything, he rather enjoyed being away from all the dramatic antics of his brothers. He also preferred the stronger ratio of monochromatic colors compared to the blinding golden swirls of Olympus. Contrary to popular belief of mortals, the Underworld was not visually horrifying. Those tortured souls that screamed in agony were sealed to Tartarus alone. In the same sense, the happy and joyful voices remained in Elysium.

Every day had felt the same to Hades until the birth of his son, Park Jisung. He knew that his parental skills were not perfect and lacked in certain aspects. His godliness did not immediately assume perfection. However, that had not stopped him from trying. Years ago he had a son who taught him a great deal about being a proper father. He would be ashamed to let the child know he had repeated his mistakes. Alas, it would always be trial and error when it came to humans.

The mortal identified as Park Eun was the mother who hardly tried to raise Jisung. In her youth she was a tempter,  a sin disguised as an embraceable beauty. Those who caught sight of her could testify that they had been drawn to her from the very first sight. They saw her as a pious woman. A loving heart with a gentle hand. It was why Hades searched for her believing she would be suitable to nurse his future son. Little did he know, that woman had no ounce of love for anyone but herself, much less any motherly instincts.

It began as a slow and formal courting. Hades had also a way of presenting his own charming qualities that instead of outweighing Eun’s own beauty, was unified with hers. The two of them standing alongside each other was a sight to behold. They were the object of everyone’s gossip, compliments, and jealousy. Eun had relished in this, holding her head high with immeasurable pleasure. Hades had only begun to observe this time after. When he realized her true self it was far too late, what seemed to be the ripe apple he had chosen was rotten from the inside.

Eventually, Hades had to reveal his true nature, knowing that she carried his son. When the truth came out, he saw the greed that shone in those hazel eyes. She wanted more, implored him to give her everything she dreamed of. But seeing his actions and responses to her made her believe that she was being confined to a “lesser” life than she deserved. The mansion, selections of jewelry, and expensive brands weren’t enough for her. She needed everything to fuel her grandiosity.

In her descent into madness she became another person entirely. One that was true to her selfish ambitions. The bright hazel eyes became dark and angry. Her luscious painted red lips mirrored a smeared and bloody mess. The graceful posture she once held curled into that of a taloned creature. 

Screaming ensued, matches that Hades would always end with silence though he knew all too well he lost. He could never win against her because it was his mistake for falling in her trap. Knowing he could no longer bear to stay at her side, he left to continue his godly duties as King of the Underworld. It tore at his heart when he had to accept that he could not take his son with him. Not yet at least.

The most Hades was able to do was hire a small staff to overlook the home, Eun and Jisung. At first, Eun avoided the baby at all times. She resorted to going out, losing herself in gambling and drugs. The mansion became less of a home and more of a prison. As the years went by she found a means to release her emotions in the form of her growing son. Jisung had been the spitting image of Hades with his black eyes and pale skin. He reminded his mother of the life and man she could no longer have. 

It was her greed and arrogance that caused her insanity. A woman who once glorified herself had become destructive. Everything she ever wished for came down all around her, Jisung being the only one who remained. She couldn’t stand looking at him. Especially when there was a trace of happiness on his face. Hades had taken away all she wanted to keep her content and so she retaliated by doing the same to him.

Jisung was much too young to remember the change in scenery. The limitations of food and basic necessities had become the norm he knew. In the little downtown that his mother forced them into, he had become a punching bag for all. He was scrawny, barely strong enough to stay awake after beatings from bullies. His mother had also taken to beating and verbally abusing him. As the older children simplified it, he was a waste of space.

~

It was all so…tiring. The beatings, judgments, harsh words, and cruelties. In the end, Jisung had sadly accepted that he was a burden, a punching bag that served to make others feel better. He didn’t process how inhumane it all was. A child who had only known darkness and nothing more. Jisung eventually thought it was okay because everyone else was sad and the only way to make them feel better was for him to take their sadness away, even if only temporarily.

Jisung felt that although his mother constantly committed atrocities towards him, he had to love her. She was his mother after all, the one who brought him into this world. She was the only family he had known. Besides that, all the storybooks at his school depicted the relationship of a son always loving his mother. It never did quite display what he was used to but he knew better  than to question anything. However, it was at the tender age of ten that Eun did something that shattered any ounce of respect Jisung tried to hold..

In those horrid years, Jisung’s only source of true happiness were visits to his grandfather’s home. The man had doted on Jisung, rightfully leaving him starved for more affection. Whenever Jisung would close his eyes years later, he could remember the thin fingers that ruffled his hair adoringly. It wasn’t often that Jisung would visit but when his mother decided to go he was allowed to accompany her. Of course, he knew why his mother would let him tag along. Shamelessly she would beg for money, giving excuses of not having enough to maintain and feed her little boy. Embarrassingly enough both child and grandfather knew better.

Eun was the woman he had tried to raise and steer to the right path. A man of his age should have not felt the overwhelming anger that surged at the sight of the broken family. He knew of the father who had left. He couldn’t blame him entirely for not being able to stand Eun but he could never forgive him for leaving his grandson to fend for himself.

Jisung’s grandfather could not sit idly as she begged for  things he knew would never land in the boy's hands. This was how Jisung learned to hide things extremely well from his mother at a certain point in his life. His grandfather was adamant when he explained how any bits of money he’d give him could not be seen by Eun under any circumstance. Jisung had respected his grandfather greatly and listened well to his words. It remained their little secret that had never reached the light.

Eun would sometimes curse her father for not caring enough and he would blatantly tell her that Jisung should be in his care. Just as she did with Hades, she would not allow anyone else to take Jisung to spite them all. She needed her little punching bag; if she couldn’t be happy anymore neither could her son.

The broken relationship between mother and son took its final course after Jisung’s grandfather died. He had passed away peacefully in his sleep. Jisung had heard it from his mother after she locked herself in her room for a few days. He remembered the instant denial. Tiny hands clutching painfully at the edges of his worn out shirt. He couldn’t believe it at first. It couldn’t possibly be true. Not his grandfather of all people. In that moment, through all the choked sobs, he had a sickening thought he never dared to tell anyone. He wished that his mother had been the one that died that night.

Jisung was distraught, confused, and in pain. He cried for long hours and barely ate. He avoided his mother at all costs  because she couldn’t make him feel better. He knew his mother was upset too. He had never witnessed another time in his life where his mother genuinely felt anything for anyone other than herself. He almost thought it impossible but was surprisingly proven wrong.

It had all happened slowly and silently on a cloudy evening. Hazel eyes that Jisung could only remember as angry were filled with sadness and remorse. He could see her silver dyed hair swept to one side of her face. The porcelain doll under the rising moon was what she reflected. They sat together, for the first time, in front of his grandfather's gravestone. It was the only place his mother bothered keeping clean and regularly changed the flowers. 

Jisung wondered why people felt so sad all the time. Truthfully, he was getting tired of feeling it. He felt an unbearable emptiness inside of himself. Something incurable. He wondered what would bring his mother happiness. If he could see inside her mind, he would learn that all she dreamed of was fame, richess, and everlasting beauty. Jisung offered nothing in comparison.

But perhaps contradiction was a characteristic that was in her genetics. As much as she claimed to hate and abhor the child she had given birth to, she couldn’t help but remember whose eyes those belonged to. At another time, Jisung could have sworn he saw a flicker of guilt in those cold eyes. He couldn’t have been quite sure, it wasn’t an emotion he could imagine his mother being acquainted with.

It felt strange the way she reached out to him, gesturing for him to comfortably sit on her lap. It was awkward but he couldn’t complain as her delicate fingers threaded themselves through his hair like grandfather would do. It was the first time she had let him embrace her. Her chin rested upon his head and his ear laid softly in her chest, listening to the gentle beating of her existing heart.

He couldn’t remember for how long they stayed like that, only that he had fallen asleep. When he woke up on the cold ground, his backpack and teddy bear perched on top of it, he panicked. His mother was nowhere to be seen. He called out to her once, then twice, and finally screamed until his throat felt raw. Among humans in a world so vast, they could all feel agony. They knew what it was to be afraid. But it was nothing compared to the innocent child whose face scrunched up in wild fear and hurt. Tears staining his face endlessly, hiccups loud for those to hear, hands bunched up in small fists, and sobs of a mother that would no longer hear him.

He was silenced at the sound of strange whispers that rose all around him. Opening his swollen eyes, blinking his surroundings into clarity, he saw a terrifying sight. Ghosts, shadows, skeletons, people with rotting flesh, all rising from their graves. Hands protruded from the ground, clawing out in a desperate need to escape. Jisung felt the feeling of throwing up that threatened to rise in him. He screamed louder, curling into a fetal position on his grandfather's grave. He couldn’t think about anything besides the fact that no one would realize he would be dead at the hands of the mangled corpses. For a while, he stayed there shaking terribly. He couldn’t hear anything at one point and when he opened his eyes he saw the figure of a man, flesh falling apart, body void of blood, bones protruding, and empty eye sockets staring down at him. He passed out from the shock.

~

When Jisung had woken up again he was in a bed that engulfed his small frame and was covered in black silk sheets. He couldn’t make out where he was or how he had gotten there. Blinking away his drowsiness he started to notice that the room was nothing compared to his shabby home. The room alone made up his entire apartment. 

On the opposite of where he had been resting was a long six drawer dresser. A square mirror hung above it, his reflection staring back. He looked away immediately, avoiding his puffy and swollen eyes. Looking around the rest of the room Jisung noticed very minimal decor with what seemed to be kids toys grouped together in one corner. The only thing he could recognize was his backpack on the nightstand next to the bed and his teddy bear resting beside him. Before he could gather his things to escape the strange place he heard a knock on the door. 

Jisung wasn’t sure what to expect. He felt frightened at whatever or whoever was behind the door. When a man came into view, Jisung felt a strange sense of familiarity. But that had to be impossible, he’d never seen this man in his life. He would remember someone who looked as charming as his mother used to be.

The man's complexion was pale, raven hair that was tousled in a voluminous mess, the back of it sticking to his neck and the rest covering his ears and eyes partly. He wore black dress pants and a collared dress shirt. He seemed to be someone who could cause fear but enchant at the same time. Just like his mother. 

The biggest difference was the shy smile that graced his face as he stood by the door, not taking another step to avoid frightening the boy further. When his voice rang through the room Jisung was surprised to hear the softness that contrasted his cold appearance.

“Do you recognize me Jisung?” Jisung shook his head and observed the sad sigh that escaped the man in what seemed like a vague look of disappointment.

“Has your mother ever told you about me?” Jisung didn’t hesitate when, once again, he gestured a simple no. He pondered the question for a bit, curious as to who this person was. What relation did this man have to his mother? Was he going to harm him too?  The man fidgeted awkwardly in his position, not knowing how to move forward but having to resolve the situation in some way.

“My name is Hades. I’m your father,” Hades didn’t know how Jisung would react. He wasn’t really sure there was a way to ease a child into a reveal like that. But he could see a recognition in Jisung’s eyes, the tears that welled, and his trembling lips forming the words he longed to hear.

“F-father?”

Hades’ gaze softened, walking up to the boy. Albeit slowly at first with hesitance but then clumsily did the boy stumble into his father’s arms in his haste. Hades let out a small grunt at the sudden attack and wrapped his arms securely around Jisung who dug his head deeper into his fathers chest. Hades let his cheek rest upon Jisung’s head, rocking him back and forth like a baby. He cooed at him, whispering words that reassured him that he was safe and most importantly, that he had someone who loved him.

~

Two years after being reunited with his father, Jisung had grown comfortable living in the Underworld. He learned a lot during the time he bonded with Hades. All the tales of gods, demigods, and other mythological creatures of Greek culture. When he turned twelve, Hades spoke to him about attending the Academy for Demigods. It was a place where all demigod children learned in more depth about their history and honed in their powers and skills. It was a rather prestigious school but it was also a home.

It was a great opportunity for Jisung. Especially at that time when he had learned to get past the intense fear he used to feel. His development changed for the better. He went from being malnourished and scrawny to a healthy person with renewed childness. Jisung would always understand sadness and pain in the world. But it didn’t dictate his life anymore. He was now free to be happy and engage in a better lifestyle.

That wasn’t to say he didn’t feel nervous starting school, he panicked a bit wondering what would happen. He didn’t know if he’d be able to make friends or if people would want to approach him with ill intentions. He was delighted to find out that no one paid any attention to him. Everyone went on about their business and he preferred it that way. However, he did appreciate the welcome from another student named Zhong Chenle. 

Apparently, Hades had asked Hermes to have one of his sons guide Jisung during his time at the academy. He quickly recognized the playful and mischievous glint in his eyes but it seemed to dissipate as Jisung introduced himself. He garnered his affection rather quickly and soon enough the boys had become attached at the hip. Although he was disappointed that Chenle liked to mess around with people, he knew he was just like him. Chenle had gone through events in his life that shaped his view on the world. Just as Jisung’s views were changed by his childhood.

~

In his first few years nothing crazy happened. Jisung demonstrated to be studious in his classes. However, his strength was very average compared to other students. This was when the invisibility started to wear off and students took note of his skills. He took a long time to manage a sword decently. His reflexes were a bit slow as well. Sometimes he’d trip over his own feet and fall clumsily. There were students, mostly from Ares and Aphrodite’s side, that would laugh and mock him for not being able to hold himself up in a fight. He was a pitiful sight to behold in the eyes of his peers. A demigod who hasn’t been claimed and couldn’t keep up in a duel wasn’t much of a demigod to others. 

Jisung had ignored them all. He knew who his father was, there was no need to make a grand show of being claimed. They weren’t worth his efforts or worry. He continued on with his life as he always had to. Some time after, Jisung realized no one stepped up to mock him, people ignored his gaze. He had a feeling it had something to do with Chenle but he didn’t question it. Still, even if they didn’t have the courage to say it in his face they did do it behind his back. Or at least tried to.

Years of training did help him but he wasn’t up to par with the well skilled students. Sometimes he’d watch Chenle spar with others and look at him in awe. Chenle knew what his opponent was thinking. He seemed to know where they would step, jab, or turn. He was too fast, sneaky, and dangerous. Even the Ares children had become frustrated with him always winning. Of course, Chenle lost his fair share of fights but it didn’t outweigh his wins in the slightest. In times like those, Jisung wished he could relate.

It wasn’t until he turned seventeen that his power started to slowly manifest itself in him. It began with a small shadow of someone's silhouette that moved across his wall. He wasn’t surprised when the shadow took the form of a ghost. When the black faded away from the silhouette, disappearing at its feet, he saw a boy around his age. He blinked at Jisung, a small smile stretching on his small face. 

“Ah, you can finally see me. You are the young prince of the Underworld. It’s a pleasure to meet you.” 

Jisung felt strange at the title. Nevertheless, he stood up from his relaxed position on his bunk and walked closer to the ghost in front of him. He seemed young, too young to be dead. But Jisung knew death did not discriminate. It took anyone whose time was at its end.

“You don’t need to refer to me as such. You know who I am but I don’t know who you are?”

“My name is Shotaro. I was a student here some time ago. I can’t remember. Time after death doesn’t really exist. At least I don’t feel like it does. Well, that aside, there has been talk about your presence. It has been a very long time since another child of Hades was born. The Underworld has felt the awakening of your power.”

“It feels strange that you know so much about me.” Jisung put his hand behind his neck, rubbing at it shyly and awkwardly. Shotaro looks at him, nervous at having made the boy feel negatively.

“Yes, I know a bit of how this functions with demigods born from Hades. I have been around, hearing whispers. Your powers have been strangely dormant since you were born. But then they got better as you practiced. You have lived in the Underworld for some time and you have been trying to adjust to the mortal realm.”

“Sorry, I don’t mean to make you uncomfortable.”

“Awakening?” Jisung pondered that for a bit.

“Don’t worry, it’s just that you know more about me and I don’t know anything about you.”

“Oh…well I’m Osaki Shotaro. Apollo is my father. I was very talented in music. I was a very quiet student, much like you are. I had a friend, his name is Sungchan,” Jisung could feel some of the pain emitting from the boy's emotions as his eyes avoided his, “We used to do everything together. Play games, pranks, study and so on. I got sick one day and never got better. It was rather a slow death, hours turning into days. Days into weeks and weeks turning to months. I died a year later. I watched Sungchan mourn me.” 

Jisung doesn’t say anything, gesturing for the boy to continue. Shotaro takes a breath before continuing.

“I’ve been watching over him since that day. I watched him get better but I can still see that look in his eye whenever he gets silent. He has a family now and he’s retired. I wish I could have said something.” 

“Do you want me to pass on a message?” Shotaro’s eyes widened, his hands shaking in a gesture that rejected the idea.

“I wouldn’t want to bother you with such trivial matters. I was just rambling.”

“Hey don’t worry about it. In fact, I should be able to make your presence apparent to Sungchan. Father taught me how to do it but I wasn’t able to try it without an amplifier of some sort.” Shotaro looked near tears as he watched the boy in front of him. His offer was kind and the ghost knew it would probably be some more time until he could see his dear friend. Softly he whispers to Jisung, “I would really appreciate that.” And Jisung reciprocated with a smile of his own.

~

Jisung’s time at the Academy was uneventful for the most part. But he enjoyed every moment of it. He had a friend, a father, even a stepmother who loved him. Persephone was a kind goddess. And a very rightful Queen for the throne. He finally had a family of his own and truly, he couldn’t have asked for more.

Along the way, he did make a friend besides Chenle. They were the child of Hephaestus. He fondly remembered the journey they took together. Triple H as Chenle would jokingly call them. They were strong, ferocious, and knew how to put Chenle in his place. Jisung never said anything but he knew there was something off about them in the beginning. If the lack of a heartbeat was anything to go by. All he could do was observe them during the quest.

Jisung’s body had been weak since birth. His demigod powers had not properly adjusted to his body especially with all the psychological and physical abuse he’d gone through. It wasn’t until he started living in the Underworld that he had the opportunity to become stronger. He practiced all that his father taught him. Unbeknownst to him, his power had not reached its full potential. The time at the graveyard was a small power surge from the psychological overload. 

During his time in the Underworld his powers kept growing. But as soon as he went back to the mortal realm his powers were harder to bring forth. This explained Jisung’s clumsiness and lack of stability in his fighting. It was as if the difference in the mortal realm was weighing down on him.

However, he was able to at least function enough to be a useful asset during the quest. Especially with his shadow travel. That was always fun to him but it drained him a little more quickly. But his power was enough to get Cerberus out of the cave Jungwoo had him in. Just remembering his name made him feel unusually angry. All that he made Chenle and his friend suffer was unforgivable. He could still visually see the pain in Chenle’s eyes when he walked through his father’s mansion, his friend’s arms and head dangling. 

He knew what death was and although he couldn’t feel their heartbeat, he could understand the empty corpse that Chenle had in his arms. If he’d ask Hades to do something about the situation he knew his father would accept. But for the second time in Jisung’s life, Hades had denied him this. He argued with him for the first time. Hades had shut down his request almost immediately. It was after a moment of silence that Hades let the tension go, his hands limp at his sides.

Jisung, that demigod was not born of nature. That is one of Hephaestus’ many creations. I cannot bring life to them because they have no soul that I can place in their body. I would make this exception for you but I physically cannot do it. Hephaestus will help him. Do not worry yourself too much, death is only the beginning of another life here. You know this. In their case, they will walk among the living once again.

Still, Jisung felt upset and hurt at the turn of events. But it was later on that it became known of their return to campus. Their first stop was the Hephaestus workshops, a place where Chenle had found himself withering away day after day. Apparently, Chenle had almost lost his mind when he saw them, thinking they were a figment of his imagination. But it had been true, Hephaestus had fulfilled his deal and the friendly trio was restored.

Jisung was happy again. He was doing better with his life and he was grateful. It was all well again until he nearly got skewered with an arrow by you.

~

“For the love of the gods!” Jisung screamed, stumbling backwards and falling onto the ground with a pained grunt. His hands flew to his face and then his heart as he tried to calm down from the arrow that nearly left him lodged into a tree. His wild eyes looked around and then up to the person standing some feet away from him.

“Idiot…you…any idea…blind…” Jisung couldn’t process the words coming out of the person's mouth. They were blurred as the whistle of the arrow and his raging heart beat deafened his ears. He blinked a couple of times and then looked up again. 

“Hey idiot! Are you even listening to me? Are you so blind that you’d fail to notice an archer right in front of you!?” 

“Who…who are you?” You look at him, scoffing at his question. 

You mutter under your breath, “unbelievable.” You grabbed him by his wrist and pulled him up much to his surprise.

“What does it matter to you?” Jisung was frankly starting to get annoyed at your attitude. His previous fear slowly morphs into a frown.

“It was just a question. I think you’d at least owe that much for almost killing me.”

“Well, if you had been looking where you were going instead of aimlessly wandering about with your head in the skies, maybe you wouldn’t have walked in my way.” Jisung wanted to throw something back but as soon as he opened his mouth, he realized you weren’t wrong. Entirely at least.

“W-well, you’re not supposed to be here! This is the academy’s forest training ground. It’s closed to outsiders.” That makes you scoff yet again.

“Dreaded academy. Confining yourselves to that little institution.” Jisung does take offense to that.

“It’s not dreaded…it’s a nice place.”

“You seem to be convincing yourself and not me.” Jisung gave a small pout which made you scrunch your face in disgust. You start walking away, without saying more but the boy you just met decides to walk in front of you. Raising his hands a bit at his sides as if trying to stop you. You could almost laugh at his ignorance.

“Are you serious?” Jisung blushes. Perhaps it was his curiosity or maybe those pretty almost silver eyes of yours, but he meant it when he wanted to know who you were.

“You still haven’t told me who you are.”

“I don’t have to tell you anything.”

“Considering you almost killed me, I think you could at least tell me your name or what you’re doing here?” You glared at him. You could hear the underlying message of getting in trouble with the Academy. Of which you’d rather avoid.

“Artemis…I’m one of Artemis’ hunters. And we don’t particularly take to little demigods like you. So get out of my way and go back to your little dollhouse.” This time you weren’t so patient or kind as you pushed the boy out of your way. Still, he watched you as you disappeared into the forest. So mean for someone as cute as you.

~

You weren’t very well known among demigods. And you liked to keep it that way. But that didn’t mean they didn’t know of your other…persona. The Moon Hunter. Stories told of a hunter who was incredibly strong, quick, and lethal. Those sharp eyes of yours could see just about anything and calculated within seconds. You were a dangerous person even among demigod standards. 

Artemis’ hunters were a group that vowed loyalty and swore off romantic pursuits of any kind. They dedicated their lives to hunting and keeping monsters at bay. They took care of each other and became a true family. But with this oath came another promise. The promise of immortality.

You couldn’t remember exactly how many decades you lived through but you adapted pretty quickly to the changes. Nothing less could be expected from the famed Moon Hunter. But even then, the name started to become a stranger to you. As if though, that person was someone else. A person you used to know who would take joy and pride in their work. But you? You had become a hollow shell of the former. Days went by, feeling prolonged and repetitive. Boring and useless. 

You continued to practice even though your skills were by far the best anyone could ever dream of having. You had left the other hunters to journey on your own, much to their sadness. But they could only let you do what you wished, they still yet had not understood your aging pain. In this journey of silence, you met the boy who had his head in the skies.

Or moreso in the underworld. His skin was pale, eyes a little sunken, and hair a floppy mess of raven black. You noticed the weakness in him immediately. As if though his body was not yet properly maintaining the chaotic power in him. But you could tell a child of Hades when you saw one. He rarely did have any children, being possibly the most responsible in that aspect among his two brothers. This demigod though seemed different from the last one you’d seen years ago. More of a childlike aura to him. He was stupid enough to not watch where he was going. 

You put those thoughts away as you walked on. After having left the forest you made your way back to the small home over the mountain. The mountains were what separated the academy from the outside world. You weren’t a fan of the institution but you had made a promise to someone that you would move on with life and live calmly. And you acted upon those wishes because there was nothing more for you to do. At least that’s what you believed.

~

The second time you were found, Jisung was more aware of his surroundings.  The boy had been left curious by you. And his curiosity was one that he wanted to fulfill. Every day he’d take a walk around the forest, hoping to find you again. But you never did show up so he decided to wander a little farther. This time he found you making more arrows for your bow. You didn’t have to look up to know of his presence. But you didn’t ignore it either.

“You find me once again. You avoided having your head in the clouds?” Jisung reaches out to push the hanging branch in his way and steps out into the open space you were in. He observed the pile of silver arrow tips among other supplies neatly placed on the wooden work table next to  you. You look up at him, bringing your motions to a slow stop.

“H-how’d you know?” You go back to putting your arrows together.

“Let me guess, you feel sick to your stomach just thinking of traveling by sky?” Jisung blinks, surprise shadowing his features.

“A son of Hades. I could tell what you are from the moment we met. Now why is it that we’re meeting again? I’m getting the impression that you’ve purposely seeked me out.”

“I’m not very fond of clouds to be honest.”

“I- well…I was curious about you. You seem different from the people I’ve known. And you’ve managed to pass through the academy’s barrier. Not only that but you also know who my dad is.”

“Such useless thoughts. Instead of asking so much why don’t you just go back? There’s nothing for you here and I’m not worth being curious about.”

“I would hardly say you’re not worth it, if so I wouldn’t be here.” It almost surprises you, the little quip.

“I’ve heard about Artemis’ hunters. You trade a life of partnership and romance for immortality. That doesn’t seem entirely fun. If anything, it feels quite long does it not?”

“It’s a relaxing lifestyle.” Jisung doesn’t move from his place. If there was one thing you could admire of him was the way he was trying to read you without being read himself. His eyes were quite difficult to discern beyond the growing curiosity. But you see a small, kind smile tug at the edges of his lips.

“Isn’t it lonely?”

“Lonely is not bad at all. As I said, it’s rather relaxing.”

“I know what it is to be lonely. In a world where anyone could care less. In a place where things stop to matter. It’s not fun. Nor is it relaxing. If anything, it’s dreadful.” You want to snap the arrow in your hand in half but refrain. Just what was it with this kid and why was he talking so much?

“I didn’t ask for your life story and I’m the last person you should be trying to pitch your advice onto. I’m past the age of needing advice.” Jisung simply smiles at you, this time he does walk closer. His hand comes up to place something on your bench and you glance at it.

“I bought you something to drink. I wasn’t sure what you liked so I bought a few different ones. You seem to be the type to wander alone. I think you could use some company.” He ignores the annoyed sigh that escapes you.

“I think you’re painfully dense. I don’t need-”

“I’ll come by again tomorrow. I hope we can be friends.”

“I don’t need friends!” Jisung laughs oddly with optimism at your sudden outburst. 

“I’ll see you tomorrow!” And with that he joyfully bounces away leaving you with a now snapped arrow and a growing headache.

~

Jisung kept true to his promise. He came back frequently to see you. It became part of his routine to visit you that even Chenle started taking notice. At first it was nothing. Jisung would disappear for an hour or two. But then it became an almost everyday thing. He could visually see the happy glint in his eyes. It made him question just what was going on in Jisung’s life at the moment.

When he confronted his friend about it he was surprised to see how quickly he opened up. He had met a hunter of Artemis and had been meeting with them. He called them a friend. Chenle was happy for Jisung, seeing how he was making more connections outside himself and his partner. 

He noticed the little smiles, the gifts he’d make, the blush on his face whenever he brought them up. His friend was undoubtedly falling in love. And although he supported the idea, there was something that concerned him. Jisung was a kind person, he was a caring person indeed. And it was completely plausible that he had fallen in love with this hunter. But after a year of being acquainted with the hunter, there was a subtle change in Jisung’s affection that didn’t sit right with Chenle.

For starters, Jisung wasn’t exactly the best when it came to art. As far as Chenle knew, Jisung never picked up a paintbrush in his life. But on a particular day that he’d walked into their dorm he saw a beautifully painted person on a canvas. Jisung being the artist in control of the paintbrush. The second part that felt weird was Jisung’s use of language. Sometimes he would slip into a different accent. Say words that felt too proper. There was something definitely wrong and he had to find out why.

Chenle being the person he was, tried of all different ways to find out what was going on. He started to follow Jisung around. Whether it was walking with him to morning classes or trailing him to the Hephaestus workshops where he frequently seemed to be creating something. Even his partner had a say in all of Jisung’s frequent visits. 

“Chenle, I think there’s something wrong with Jisung.” Chenle sighs, a look of concern blooming.

“I agree. Have you noticed how he’s been speaking? It sounds like he came out of the 1950s. And the hobbies he’s taken up? I know for sure one can’t learn how to paint like that in the span of a week. I don’t even know how long it took him to do it.”

“I think…look it might sound weird but it’s the only conclusion I could make that is sensible.”

“You’re kinda scaring me.”

“I think Jisung’s being controlled by a ghost.” Chenle looks up, eyes wide. His mind starts to play back everything that’s happened since Jisung’s turn in character. If he applied this logic, it fit extremely well. Jisung’s never been one to paint, he’s never spoken in any other accent other than his own, making crafts was also something Jisung never showed interest in. Even when it came to his fighting style in class, it had radically changed. He wasn’t as clumsy but instead of using his right hand he’d use his left. There were just so many things that have changed.

“If it were true, how would we go about it? I don’t think the ghost will tell me who they really are.”

“I’ve already made a contraption for this. I need Jisung to walk into a metal cage I’ve made. It’s invisible but once he steps inside and I seal it, I can separate the ghost from his body. They’ll be completely divided and Jisung might have an answer on what to do afterwards.”

“Okay but how do we get him to walk into it? Jisung can sense things around him. He’s sensitive to all around him, it’s also why he has trouble controlling his powers.”

“I’m 99% sure that he won’t notice but just in case we’ll have to create a scenario where the object of his affection is in perilous danger to the point where he won’t notice. The only way to do that is to inform this person. You have to follow him to where they meet.” Chenle looks at his partner, mischief written all over his eyes. Of which he receives an eye roll in response.

~

You could no longer remember how long it had been since Park Jisung had crossed your path. He kept coming back even if you pushed him away. He treated you as a friend even if you didn’t reciprocate. You would say it was taxing but really, you started to grow fond of him. Instead of the usual jabs at his clumsiness, you started teaching him how to fight better. There was an understanding that the mortal realm had its effects on Jisung’s body and powers. He had been trying to get accustomed to it but it was a slow process.

However, after a while, the more you had practiced with him and lectured him on important topics like hunting, using your surroundings to your advantage, and how to cook, the better Jisung had become. At an alarmingly quick pace but you didn’t think too much about it. He’d ask for your critiques and advice frequently of which you were surprised he accepted kindly. 

But among it all, you knew that there was a change in your relationship with the boy. Jisung had become…different. Yes of course you’d expected his clumsiness to lessen after practicing beside you. However, Jisung had surprised you on certain occasions and that was something that people ever rarely got to brag about. Standing in the training area of your yard, you began teaching Jisung how to use your bow and arrow. Before this you started with sword lessons but after seeing his improvement you let him move on to use your bow. 

“You have to concentrate on your target. Pay attention to your target but do not ignore your surroundings. Steadily hold it,” you help Jisung position the arrow, “now aim and…let go.” The arrow zipped through the air, landing exactly in the center of the target you placed on the tree ahead of you. Jisung let out an excited gasp looking back at you. He had been hyper aware of your proximity before but had underestimated just how close you really were. When he came to face you, your face was a mere few inches from his. From where he was he could see the beautiful specks of color in your eyes, the shape of your parted lips, he could even hear your faint breathing. His eyes had flickered to your lips, imagining just how nice it would feel to kiss you.

You cleared your throat, backing away from him swiftly and murmuring a good job. But he smiled, looking down to the ground realizing the unmistakable blush of your cheeks. When he looked back to you, you were cleaning up the practice area and avoiding his stare. 

“Would it truly hurt you to look into my eyes?” You don’t stop moving, trying to avoid where the conversation was headed.

“I have no idea what you’re talking about.” At this Jisung lightly scoffs.

“You cannot deny that there is something between us. I have come here many times not only grateful for your teachings but also simply to see you. I know you feel something for me too.” In a rise of frustration you throw the equipment you had in hand onto the table, turning to look him in the eyes just as he wanted.

“Jisung, I’m not sure what you want from me. I’ve welcomed you as a friend and nothing more. I’ve let myself accept you because you were right, I was used to being alone for years, decades really. And I appreciate your company. But I am Artemis’ hunter and I do not wish for a romantic relationship. I prefer my immortality as is.” You could see the frustration growing in those dark eyes. The way he wants to say more but doesn’t. Instead he walks up to you, gently handing you back your bow. He walks away but not before whispering closely in your ear.

“You loved me once Y/N. Don’t you remember? We made a promise but it seems you’ve forgotten. I may not look the same but I know you can feel the difference.” Jisung looked into your eyes a little longer and smiled. You felt a cold prickling throughout your body. The silence around you deafening as Jisung walked away into the forest, leaving you alone with your thoughts and the painful memories of the name you uttered softly.

“Taeyong?”

~

The young boy had been a mere mortal. He was no son of the Greek gods but he was surely recognized by them. His features had been too beautiful to ignore, to not look at. Everywhere he went, he was doted on. Watched with fascination and adoration. He didn’t pay it any mind though. At five years old, Lee Taeyong just wanted to play with his friends and enjoy meals with his parents. He was a caring boy, full of sensitivity for others and love. 

It was how you became attracted to him. You had grown up besides Taeyong since birth, both families having been friends since their teenage years. You had gotten accustomed to Taeyong’s cute hugs, soft kisses on the cheek when you scraped your knee or started crying. You were only five but you understood the feeling of love that soothed your chest. People liked each other and they got together because of love.

The two of you were inseparable. Truly aligned soulmates that were meant for each other. At twelve years old, you went to the school dance together. Although all the kids ran around and played, you stood beside Taeyong for the remainder of the evening. Giggling, laughing, talking about anything that came to the mind of a twelve year old. It was when Taeyong asked if he could kiss you on the lips. You were flustered to say the least but accepted the request willingly. It was weird but a good type of weird. You nervously held onto his hand and he brought them around his waist. His hands moved up to hold your face, just as he always did when he’d kiss you on the cheek. 

You were just kids but you never forget that night. After that, you told him that you wanted to be his partner but that it would be nice to take it slow. Of the two, you were always the one who had a sense of clarity, perhaps maturity, when it came to relationships whether a friend or partner. As time went on, Taeyong had finally asked you out at fifteen. It was usually an awkward time for teenagers who had a lot to explore about the world and about themselves. But just as it had been before, everything felt right when you were with him. You didn’t explore the world on your own because you had Lee Taeyong by your side and you couldn’t ask for more.

It had been on a sunny day that Taeyong took you out to a local festival. Your arm looped around his, both of you wandered off into the streets where all the excitement was happening. Games were played, foods were shared, hidden pecks were exchanged. When it started getting dark he walked you home. But before you reached your house, he led you to the park that was around the corner. It was silent, the breeze blowing a bit, and distant laughter could be heard from the festival. You had walked ahead of him looking up to the stars and admiring them. The smile that was on your face was a sight that would forever be engraved in Taeyong’s mind.

“Y/N?” He called out to you softly and you turned back to look at him, responding with a little hum.

“Remember the day you said you wanted to go out with me but to take things slow?” A blush spread on your face, a shy smile making its way to your lips.

“Yes. What of it?” You were expecting it now. You were hoping for it and you weren’t disappointed.

Taeyong came closer to you, putting his hand out and softly asking to dance with you. It was a surprise but you couldn’t say it wasn’t entirely unexpected. Taeyong was a great dancer and a wonderful starting musician. His voice always soft and melodious in your ears. You placed your hand in his and let him close the gap between the two of you. He looked down into your eyes, infinite love within them and you only hoped he could see the same in yours.

“Y/N, would you grant me the greatest honor of being your boyfriend?” You couldn’t even speak, not with how tears of happiness welled in your eyes. Your heart was moving too rapidly, his words and his proximity being too much for you to handle. So instead of a verbal response, you gave him a kiss. Within that kiss, the both of you smiled, giggled, and sighed. It was your happily ever after. Lee Taeyong would always be your happily ever after.

It wasn’t fair. That’s what you told yourself repeatedly. But reality couldn’t deny the digression of Taeyong’s physical beauty and health. You couldn’t remember what he was diagnosed with because you refused to believe it. You refused to believe that the love of your life was dying and leaving you behind. He didn’t want to tell you, his first few weeks full of sobbing and painful headaches. He wasn’t ready to go, he was only twenty. He was looking forward to finding a nice little apartment for the both of you. But by that time, he had collapsed and his parents had to take him to the hospital. The diagnosis was Taeyong’s worst moment in life. But then he realized that he’d have to look into your beautiful eyes and tell you that he couldn’t be with you. And that had truly torn him apart. Why had fate been so cruel?

He didn’t want to tell you but avoiding you could have only gone so far. When you showed up to his door, his parents had let you in. You too had been crying. Phoning Taeyong was challenging because his parents had always answered instead of him. Visiting him was always rejected with apologies. But this time you didn’t take no for an answer. When you pushed his door open you saw him curled up on his bed. He was a complete mess, his hair sticking out oddly, his skin looking paler than usual, and those pretty eyes of his were puffy. A sign that he had been crying.

When he saw you he teared up again, shaking his head as he tried to tell you to leave. He didn’t want you to see him like this. But you put away all of your frustrations of his negligence and sat next to him. You reached out to him, pulling him up into your arms, and placing your forehead on his.

“What is wrong? Why are you like this? Please love, talk to me. You can tell me.” You tried to get him to talk but when those words came out he just broke down. You couldn’t remember how long he held onto you, all you could hear were his choked sobs and feel his tears on your neck. Taeyong had always found comfort in the way you ran your fingers through his hair and he realized that he missed you too much for words to convey. When the sobbing had ceased to little sniffles, Taeyong pulled away and told you everything.

You called him a liar. But you knew he wasn’t. You called him a bastard for trying to fool you with such a mean joke. But you knew it wasn’t true. Taeyong could only cry as he watched you fall apart. Hitting his chest, roughly rubbing at your eyes, your head shaking in denial. Finally, you both laid down next to each other, too tired from the tears. You asked him questions he wished he didn’t have to answer. He didn’t know how much time he had. So you made him promise that he would never avoid you like that again.

“Lee Taeyong, don’t you ever pull a stunt like that again.”

“I’m sorry my love. I am so sorry.” 

“It’s better now. We have talked about it. There is only one thing left to do now.” Taeyong looked into your eyes that reflected his melancholy. He gave you a weak smile with a question, “And what would that be my love?”

“Enjoy our life together faster than anyone’s ever witnessed.” Taeyong didn’t know what he did to deserve someone as loving as you.

Ultimately, that was what you did. You moved into an apartment with the help of both your families. You did your best to work and bring what you could to the table. If it weren’t for the support of both parents you didn’t think you’d make it. But they understood the fear and the rush to enjoy life with Taeyong. He would become a fleeting moment and you wanted to enjoy him as much as possible.

Taeyong felt like he had burdened you. But everytime he had those thoughts or had that look in his eyes, you had to reassure him that you loved him no matter what. That he was stuck with you because you could never let him go. As Taeyong’s health declined you found that you couldn't work anymore. Taking care of him was now your priority. Towards the end of his life, Taeyong had to stay in bed, machines doing what they could to prolong his life a little bit more. But he knew his end was near and seeing you trying not to fall apart hurt him.

“You have to promise me you’ll fall in love again.” You didn’t want to have this conversation with him again.

“I don’t want to! Stop saying that please.” Taeyong could only watch as your heart fell apart so visibly through your tears. He whispered to you, voice barely strong enough.

“Darling, you need to live. You need to go on. You’re always so sad.” Everytime he started with this you’d cry loudly, grab at his hand and hold it to your heart. You knew he was weak, his body not strong enough on its own. You wished for him to understand that you could never love anyone the way you loved him. You’d always be the one to take his hand and put it against your cheek as you’d whisper everything you felt for him.

“I do not want anyone else! Stop trying to give me away. I only want you. I will never love anyone else like I love you Lee Taeyong. Accept it. Accept that I do not wish for any man in this world that is not you.” God did he want to, he loved how you wanted him so badly. But he knew it wouldn’t be right. However, to ease your sobs he made a promise.

“Fine then let us settle this with a promise. We will wait for each other. And when the day comes that we finally see each other, we will stay together for all eternity. I will always love you Y/N. I love you my darling.” Taeyong’s coughing started to take over him and you dreaded that this was the moment. You called for a doctor, for help, but Taeyong could only look at you with his last smile. You didn’t realize you were screaming until your mother came by to check on the both of you. She tried to pull you away but could only let go and cry as she watched you mourn the love of your life.

You didn’t want to remember life after that. You vowed to never pursue a romantic relationship again. You became cold and you knew Taeyong would have been upset to see the person you’d become. He took away with him all the love and warmth you had to give. Your vow is what brought Artemis to you. You learned from her all you knew and more. You became Artemis’ infamous Moon Hunter. You had to explain to your family what you had become. They believed it as they realized that you stopped aging. After, you mourned everyone else around you. Your parents, Taeyong’s parents, and your few friends. 

When those you knew left, you vanished from that town and never looked back. Instead, you carried your duties. You continued on with life. And it may have been selfish because you knew Taeyong was waiting for you. You knew he had to be. But you were alone. You had no one else and your mental state had suffered greatly. Eventually, you put away your past and Lee Taeyong had become a buried memory within your heart.

~

There was a knock at your door. Walking away from the dishes you were washing you grabbed a rag to dry your hands as you walked to the door. Upon opening it there was a boy with mint green hair and clear eyes of a snake. You leaned upon the doorframe, arms crossed in front of you.

“And what do I owe the pleasure of meeting Hermes’ prodigal son?” Chenle eyebrows furrow confused as to how you know who he is. Before he can ask, you speak up again.

“Don’t ask how I know. I’ve been alive for so many decades I’ve become a book of secrets. And your little friend talks a lot about you. Now what is it you want, Zhong Chenle?” Chenle could see the bits and pieces of what Jisung had told him about you. The way you presented yourself, your silent disposition that was calculating. You were confident and unafraid. An interesting match for his friend who was a little more bubbly.

“I need your help. It’s Jisung, he’s been acting weird. I thought you might know or be able to help.” You laugh.

“You're a smart person. I think you already know what the problem is.” You push yourself off the doorframe and invite Chenle in. You let him settle in and bring him a drink of his choosing. Now settling on the opposite chair of the dining room table you sigh. Beforehand it wasn’t noticeable, but seeing you unwind for a moment Chenle sees that you are beyond tired. Moreseo mentally than physically. 

“Who is it?” Chenle asks, getting straight to the matter at hand.

“His name is Lee Taeyong…” you hated yourself for feeling emotional but you knew how to control your voice, “he was my husband.” Chenle’s eyes widened in shock. He assumed he was a lover but for someone who seemed as young as you, a husband did not cross his mind.

“He died in his early twenties from an illness. We’d known each other all our lives. Madly in love and whatnot. We had our lives planned out, our entire future. But we found out he was sick and so I pushed for us to marry and live together. A love experienced faster than anyone’s seen. What I dreaded had become a reality and Taeyong became a distant memory. I vowed to never fall in love again and Artemis found me. Turned me immortal.”

“So that’s who he is. Hm, I did wonder how Jisung was able to paint so well. He’s never been into art and crafts.” You don’t look at him, remembering how much you loved seeing Taeyong’s work. You move on from his comment.

“How do we get him out of Jisung’s body? I assume you already have a plan.” Chenle starts to actually fear your intellect and reading abilities. It’s like you already knew how everything would pan out.

“My partner, their a child of Hephaestus. They’ve made a cage that will separate Taeyong’s soul from Jisung’s body. It’s invisible but we’re afraid Jisung’s body will react to it. We’re not quite sure how far possession goes in terms of connection of soul and host.” You wave your hand dismissively. 

“Taeyong was mortal. Even if he could tell, Jisung would be made conscious of it and they’d fight for control. There were times he’d contradict himself but now that it’s confirmed I understand why. Jisung’s been awake the entire time. He’s been fighting for control but he’ll be able to get it back. How are we going to get him to walk into it?” At this the boy nervously laughs.

“Well we thought we’d have to create a scenario where you’re in grave danger. He’d only be focused on you and hopefully not entirely aware of his surroundings.”

“You barely know me and already treat me as bait.” Before Chenle could try and explain himself you put a hand up to stop him. 

“I don’t care as long as they can be separated. The longer we wait the more problematic the situation can become. Tell your partner to bring their contraption. I will take care of the rest.” Chenle thanks you, informing you of the preparation of the contraption. Before he leaves he asks you a question you weren’t expecting.

“Will you be okay after seeing Taeyong?” You don’t look at him, instead telling him to close the door on his way out. Your facade was fading and you needed to come to terms with the painful piece that was your love. The one you buried under all the coldness and sternness that was your personality.

~

Jisung did not come back to you for about a week. You assumed it was to give some distance between the two of you. You felt conflicted but you knew what had to be done. You weren’t sure what it was that Chenle had said or done but Jisung was running hurriedly through the forest. He needed to find you. Apparently, there was a gadget of some sort that let you see another person. That was totally and not entirely Chenle’s partner’s many creations. It was a communication device and when he tried to use it, he saw you out in the open on the ground with what seemed like broken items around you. As if you were in a fight.

When Jisung walked into the open area where you were, he realized his mistake too late. The moment his foot stepped on the invisible trap, a glowing white fence formed behind him. He reached out to push it but retracted his hands when he felt a slight bolt of electricity. He looked around him, worried and panicked because of the cage and your body on the ground.

“Y/N! Y/N! Wake, please wake up!” He got as close as he could to the side of the cage that was facing you. He looked out with worried eyes, hands yearning to reach out to you. When he watches you move, he sighs in relief. Your hand comes up to clean away at the dirt on your face; looking up you stare straight into his eyes and you see some of the relief turns into confusion.

“Why do you stare at me with such eyes?”

“Tsk,” you shake your head, “when were you planning to tell me?” Jisung’s eyebrows furrowed.

“I do not understand what you are asking. I thought- I thought you were hurting?” You get up and dust yourself off, Jisung’s eyes following your every movement. You walk closer to him, sit down in front of him and observe.

“Taeyong.” Realization overcomes his expression, a sad smile playing on his lips as he remembers your last encounter with him.

“You do remember me.”

“It’s been decades, we may have known each other from a different time but I would be blind if I couldn’t recognize the boy I met and the boy I see now.”

“Have you always doubted me?”

“Jisung uses his right hand. You use your left. Apparently, he’s never picked up a paintbrush in his life,” Taeyong lets out a soft laugh, “and Jisung could have never known the lyrics to the song you hum all the time.” He can see that under that stoic mask, you’re hurting just like the first time. He wonders why fate had to be this way. All he wanted was to be happy with you but why was it that you always looked so sad.

“I am sorry for lying to you-”

“For how long?” Taeyong looks like his next words were too painful to say.

“Long enough for you to fall in love with him and not me.” You looked at him confused.

“I have only been in his body for three months. The Jisung you know was the one you fell in love with. And the one you questioned was me. He has a warm heart that was torn at too much. But he found guidance, family,” he looks into your eyes, “and love.” There was a time when you were drowning in happiness to just be able to talk to him. To be in his embrace. He was your first and who you wished to be your last. But the world had taken him away from you and you grew accustomed to not having him anymore. Hearing him now reminded you of the times where you were simply a mortal enjoying life and loving the boy who kept a piece of your heart.

“I mourned you Taeyong. I watched you die and I fell apart. But that was decades ago. Everyone left and I was alone. I chose this. So how and why are you here?” Taeyong scrambled closer, forgetting about the electric shock the cage caused. He flinched and moved his hands away.

“I was supposed to be judged by Thanatos. I know that but I was pulled away for some reason. I do not remember for how long but eventually, I saw you. You were different but I knew it was you. I was by your side for a decade but you could never see me. I guess I was not strong enough but Jisung came along. I practiced and practiced until eventually I was able to take hold of him. He fights me for dominance and I know, I-I know this is w-wrong-” tears escape you before you realize as you watch him break up in front of you, “but I needed to speak with you. I missed you so much. It has been everything I have ever wanted, being by your side and not feeling sick. I would remember all the things we used to do.”

“You can’t be here Taeyong. It’s been too long and although I loved you dearly once, I gave everything up to be here.” Taeyong looks like he wants to scream. All he wanted was to be with you. He knows he made you promise to move on with life but being with you for the past three months reminded him of all the other promises he wanted in life.

“A love experienced faster than anyone’s ever seen. We already lived it Taeyong. But you are dead. You need to move on just as I have.”

“But you promised you wouldn’t! You promised you promised me you wouldn’t! You said you could never love anyone the way you love me. Why can you not keep your promise to me? I am here just for you.”

“I do love you Taeyong, I do, please understand that. But I am no longer in love with you,” you watch him crawl away from you, pained not only from your words but the process of separation that was beginning, “we’ve been apart for far too long and I’ve made a life for myself.”

“You said we would wait for each other. Why would you choose to be immortal instead of being with me?” You feel guilty but there was truth in his words.

“I grew cold Taeyong. I was tired. But I do not regret anything between us. Your actual promise to me was that I’d move on and fall in love again. And I have. I will leave my immortality for Jisung because it’s true. I do love him. He’s been a friend to me in such a short time but he made me feel again. And if you’ve been there for me for so long, you know I have tired of this life. Hades and Thanatos will not be happy that you’ve taken over Jisung’s body. Only he will be able to get you in their good graces and forgiveness. I love you Taeyong. But you have to let go.” It hurts you the way he looks at you, the way Jisung’s facial expression reminds you so easily of Taeyong’s. He always looked like a hurt and wounded child. His teary eyes look into yours.

“Will I see you again?”

“Yes you will, Taeyong. I promise you that we will see each other again. No matter what happens, we will get there eventually.” And although Taeyong feels wounded and hurt, wanting to at least get a kiss from you, he nods in understanding, whispering his final “I love you” and letting go.

~

After Taeyong’s soul was separated from Jisung’s body he personally escorted him to the underworld. Neither of them said anything to you as they vanished. You were left to grieve once again. But this did not hurt as badly as the last. Although in your hurt and weakened state, you called out to Artemis. Wanting to get over all that has happened in the last hour. You hear her voice in your mind as you stare up at the moon that shone brightly.

Are you sure you want this? I cannot take you back into the group if you decide to give up your immortality for love.

Yes, this…this is what I want. I enjoyed my time as a hunter. And I will never forget everything you’ve taught me. But I realize now that I am not strong enough to remain this way. I grew tired and I wish to settle down and accept life.

Well then, it shall be as you wish. I will strip you of your immortality. But I will not make you into a mere mortal. I will give you the powers of a demigod and you will be blessed with the knowledge of Apollo’s children. My brother will take care of you just as I have. Be well my dear hunter, and may you find happiness in love.

Thank you mother.

The process of losing your powers wasn’t all that grand. You could only watch the light silver dust that swirled around you, taking away the immortality you had once vowed to keep. You felt lighter and more free than before. You could only wish that Taeyong could say the same.

~

Chenle had sent you news that Taeyong was able to make it into Elysium. You were relieved to say the least. But there was something else on your mind and he knew.

“He’s healing if that’s what you’re wondering. After everything, he said he needed some time to be away from people. He doesn’t hate you or anything. I know he misses you a lot.”

“He should hate me though. My dead husband possessed him for a few months. But he still let him get into Elysium.” Chenle could only watch you.

“You should enroll in the academy. You know, being Apollo’s kid and all.”

“You sneaky little snake,” you scoff.

“I didn’t see anything, I swear.”

“Liar, go away Chenle.”

“Enroll in the academy. It’ll be good for you and easier for Jisung. You’ve done a lot for him this past year but I know he’s done good for you too. He used to be scared of love. But you’ve changed that for him.”

You bid him goodbye as you walked back to your little cabin. Most often you were a person of very few words. But it took someone like Chenle or Jisung to understand what your silence meant. The microscopic expressions you’d make before turning away. You knew what you would do. You could only hope that everything would turn out well.

~

When you see Jisung again he almost falls over. He had been in his Demigod Healing and First Aid class. After the episode with Taeyong’s soul, Jisung’s inner balance was strangely put back together well. His powers had finally manifested properly in his body and he wasn’t as weak before. He knew it had to do something with that soul but he couldn’t figure out what. If Taeyong could see him now he’d probably laugh knowingly. 

You had walked in, students whispering about the new student. Before anyone could offer you a seat you head directly to Jisung, plopping down next to him. You turn to him, elbow on the desk and chin settling down on your hand.

“What’s up lover boy?” Jisung blushes deeply all the way to his ears as he looks away from the gaze of other students. He ignores them all and looks to you.

“What are you doing here? I thought the children of Artemis didn’t attend the academy.” You hum.

“That’s because they don’t.”

“Then how are you here?”

“I’m officially Apollo’s adopted kid. No longer an immortal.” Jisung does a double take, words stuttering, and head shaking in confusion.

“I’m sorry, Apollo adopted you?”

“Artemis didn’t want to leave me as a mere mortal as I was before. Instead, she let me stay as a demigod. I guess she did me a favor.” There’s a look in his eyes, one you can’t read.

“Why would you do that?”

“Because I like you a lot. Well love but uh anyway. Immortality is boring and repetitive.” Jisung looks at you.

“You’re crazy, you know that?”

“Crazy in love.” Jisung gags and you let yourself laugh.

“Oh my gods. I can’t believe you confessed to me in a health class.”

“Love is a healthy thing in life, you know. Helps build relationships.”

“That’s the wrong type of health.” You look at him, surprised that he’s being a little brat.

“Huh, maybe I don’t know you after all. Where are these little quips coming from?” Jisung leans over to leave a quick peck on your cheek, leaving you surprised and him impossibly redder than before.

“I love you too.”

~

“Were you ever bothered by being able to know what Taeyong was doing?” Jisung hums, cuddling up next to you as the movie played on your living room television.

“I understood what he felt. Although we lived different experiences I knew that he loved you a lot. He felt it to be unfair, the card he was dealt with. But he said to me before he left, ‘Take care of Y/N. I loved them enough for one lifetime. Now you can do it instead.’ We all have something we have to move on from eventually. I know I had to.” Jisung thinks back to his mother, the one who although treated him terribly, he still kept a piece of his heart reserved for her. He thought back to everything she wanted in life. She could’ve had it all but it had not mattered in the end. 

Jisung was simply content with having you in his arms, looking at him with those eyes of yours, dazed at the shape of your lips. That was what truly mattered. He knew that Suffering was not the monster in his chest. It was loneliness that tried to reach out for someone. And he fell even more in love when he knew that someone had been you.

#jisung #park jisung #nct jisung #angst jisung #fluff jisung #park jisung x reader #nct dream fanfic #Spotify

[cursed-princess-club]

I really hope they’ll fix King Jack’s character in the chapters they have left. He’s grown into such a pariah for the fandom and only Plaid King deserves that title. It is dawning on him that he’s been making mistakes in his parenting. He’s been called out for denying his kids their dreams, he feels ashamed that his kids are keeping secrets even from each other and he actually he that wishes to let them go but can’t do it until he fulfills the last wish of his late wife. Not sure what it is yet but hopefully it will be soon.

hmmm i don't really think there's a straight up "fix" for jack; he's sympathetic and flawed. it's true that he did do what he thought was best for his kids, but... well, we're still in the dark on the bad things that leelathae wanted to prevent haha. and even if he does feel bad for what he did... he still did it... and if it takes him like eighteen years to realize that maybe he should be doing more for his kids then Oof. he's still grieving over leelathae and actively trying to fulfill her wishes, so that has probably affected his mindset and mental health, in turn impacting his choices for his kids: the girls are literally not allowed to go outside. this has Massively affected their social skills. The only people around their age they got to talk to were like each other?? maria was eighteen when her father allowed her to go outside, and it was only with a chaperone. she did sneak out before! but jack didn't know that. i'm very curious about jamie's situation too though, like what does he think of all this?? does he understand why their father is so protective??

Basically: maria in that one panel talking to leland all like "i hate so much how you're proving my dad right." which i vibe with so much rn. cause SHIIIT WERE THE PASTEL PRINCESSES FUCKED FROM THE START. did leelathae specify her wishes only for the girls and not jamie?? there's just an amount of stuff we dont know yet,, in conclusion: helicopter parenting is not cute!! and the princesses are in a messed up situation. i dont know what else jack would do either. but he is the parent here and just wants to protect his kids. but was also kind of hurting them. and also left them vulnerable to leland. so everyone is just out to get the pastel princesses. So uh

#cursed princess club #cpc asks #jack #leland #THIS ISNT JACK HATE I THINK HE'S AN INTERESTING CHARACTER!! #ive written fic about him. im vile because i enjoy him a little bit #but yeah jack is an example that you can want the best for your kids and still do something wrong in raising them