#“And she did a great deal of valorous

[taliesin-the-bored]

The difference between old Welsh literature and old Irish literature is very simple. In old Welsh literature, there are five page runs of names. In old Irish literature, there are five page runs of adjectives.

[stillness-in-green]

Not-Really Chapter Thoughts BNHA 424

You know, I really think there should be a point at which Deku rushing in with no plan and doing whatever he thinks feels right should become Heroic Malpractice.

Just me?

Because, like, Shouto had a plan. He spent the time between the two war arcs specifically developing a brand-new combat technique that he planned to use to shut down Dabi's combat advantage without killing him. He convinced his dad not to change the plan like Endeavor was hesitantly sounding him out about[1]; he went out and talked and asked questions, and even if they weren't the right words every single time, he did his best and he did it with intention. If Dabi proves to be dead, it won't be because of anything Shouto did to him; it'll be because Dabi himself chose to stand back up, take a warp gate across the country, pick a fight with the guy who doesn't have the power set to shut him down without unduly hurting him, and try to replicate an Ultimate Move specifically tailored for someone with a balanced power set Dabi doesn't have.[2]

And if Dabi lives, it's still going to be because Shouto booked it across the country and used that same technique to stop him again.

1: Dabi surely would have preferred to fight Endeavor from the start, and it probably would have been the more "just" choice if it had to be one or the other, but Shouto is the nominal focal character between the three of them, so, critiques of the broader Hero-side decisions aside, Shouto's arc has to come first. This is one of those places where you can clearly see how much the decision to let Endeavor survive where Horikoshi originally planned for him to die hurts the shape of the later story.

2: Obviously ultimately if Dabi dies, it's going to be because his family and Team Hero made repeated choices to ignore and neglect him, culminating in the entire family swearing to deal with Touya together only to passively accept a battle plan that involved splitting them all and letting the kid who knows Touya the least be the one to fight him. But like, in the context of that fight, Shouto isn't the reason Dabi takes all that hurt.

Uraraka may or may not have had much of a plan, but at least the words she said to Toga reflected that she had been seriously thinking about Toga in the here and now, what Toga's told her, what Toga needs. If Toga dies, it will be because Toga chose to give Uraraka an unsupervised blood transfusion with no intention of stopping it. (With the same general caveats as in Footnote 2.)

But Deku? From the very beginning, Deku has been valorized by the manga for how much he doesn't plan. All Might tells him specifically that it's a sign of greatness shown by future "top Heroes" that, in some crisis situation, their bodies moved before they could think. Bakugou's Rising chapter is defined by him reaching that same state.

Deku claimed he wanted to save Shigaraki; he's sad in the latest chapter that he couldn't save Tenko's[3] life. But did he ever have a real plan to do that? With all the quirks he had at his disposal - both his own and those who would be in the flying coffin with him, or classmates whose presence he could specifically request - did he think hard and come up with a technique that would let him stop Shigaraki without harming him? Did he try to connect with the Shigaraki right in front of him by citing to the future?

3: And I have nothing but scorn for Deku's insistence on that name when "Tenko" goes out very pointedly calling himself Shigaraki Tomura.

Well, no. Deku obstinately yelled at the phantasms in Shigaraki's mindscape that he had no plan whatsoever. The only plans we saw him carry out were ones handed to him by the OFA collective that involved "breaking" Shigaraki's psyche; the only plans he came up with himself involved more efficiently breaking Shigaraki's body.

Way back in Chapter 130, Nighteye harshly scolded Deku by saying that his way of thinking was arrogant. He said, "Go after him haphazardly and he'll slip through our fingers. You're not so special as to be able to save who you want, when you want. (...) This world is not so accommodating that you can act the Hero because you feel like it."

It felt like something that Deku should have taken to heart, a lesson to be learned and applied later, but I never much got the feeling that he did. Nothing he did in that moment, in that arc, or anywhere else in the series afterward indicates that he thought Nighteye was right. He just chose not to talk back, and the arc ended with Nighteye dead and no longer around to pose objections to Deku's mode of heroism.

But Nighteye was right. Three hundred chapters later, Shigaraki is dead because Deku could not be arsed to plan for how he could stop Shigaraki without killing him. Because he let Gran Fucking Torino give him the intellectual out that killing someone could be a means of saving them. Because he followed his gut instincts of prioritizing the phantom Crying Child that he always saw as more valid and real than the human being standing in front of him.

Because he haphazardly acted the Hero and let his body move without thinking.

And he wants to act sad about it now? I hope Nighteye materializes in his bedroom to sneer at him every night for the rest of his life.

--

Incidentally, fuck All Might, seriously. "Wow, Deku and Bakugou, you two are the greatest Heroes ever. Fuck me and everyone else who fought tooth and nail, arm and leg, eye and earjack, life and death, to contribute to the pile of damage that was necessary to kill and/or save Shigaraki and All For One. You two got the last blows in, so you're the only ones who get the credit for it in my eyes. Hero Society is definitely going to be different and better with you two around."

[sapphicseasapphire]

Once upon a time, there was a Princess and a Knight.

There were others as well: Champions hailing from the far corners of Hyrule, innocent civilians, soldiers for the crown…

And a world ending evil.

The kingdom of Hyrule knew of their impending doom, they knew of the Great Calamity that threatened their lives. And so, the Princess prepared to protect her people by offering her prayers to the Goddess Hylia, giving every last ounce of herself in order to unlock the sealing power that she supposedly possessed.

Around her, the kingdom of Hyrule made its own preparations. Ancient automatons were discovered deep in the heart of the land and, piloted by the Champions, would be an asset to the Hyrulean Army. Guardians would act as foot soldiers, Divine Beasts would deal a heavy blow.

All in all, the kingdom hoped. They were well equipped for the battle ahead of them. The Princess’s knight wielded his sacred sword with confidence. The Champions piloted their Divine Beasts with valor. The Princess continued to pray for a power that would never come.

It would end up being their downfall.

Faceless bodies, nameless faces, all lost to the maw of the Calamity. The Champions had perished, their weapons becoming deadly prisons. The soldiers had fallen, slain by the very Guardians meant to protect them. Though, in her desperation, she tapped into the wellspring of power within herself and managed to save herself, it was not enough. In her lap was her knight, and he was not breathing. She had lost.

She had lost everything.

The blade of the Master Sword, tarnished in blood and muck where it rested in her knight’s limp fingers, reflected her tears as she cried over his lifeless body. All was silent, save for her sobs and shaky pleas. She begged the Goddess for forgiveness, for her knight to magically start breathing once more. She cursed Hylia for allowing this to happen, for ignoring her all these years, for taking the lives of so many.

The Goddess had ignored her in the past, and she had no qualms ignoring her now.

For the first time in her life, surrounded by the skeletons of corrupted Guardians, by the lifeless forms of the fallen, the princess was alone.

She was truly alone.

After the battle, the princess was discovered by the Sheikah, who ushered her to safety. The Kingdom was lost, buried somewhere beneath the ruin and carnage that surrounded her. She brought her knight with her, one last escort, she told herself. The princess could not bear to leave him there, alone with the emotionless automatons that had stolen his life away.

She walked beside him as he was carried from the battlefield.

When it was safe, she laid her fallen knight to rest in a quiet forest near his hometown, where the mountains had shielded the village from the worst of the Calamity and the sea breeze rustled through the leaves on the trees. The static sound was a comfort to the princess as she placed a blue and white flower onto the mound of upturned earth. Six feet under an unmarked grave lied a young man- just a boy- who deserved better. He had defended her until his very last breath, cursed to bear the responsibility of wielding the Blade of Evil’s Bane, destined to fight an impossible battle.

It was always going to end like this.

The princess did not have time to mourn. She entrusted the Great Deku Tree with the Master Sword, her heart aching with the knowledge that the sacred blade would no longer be wielded by her brave knight. Hyrule would have to wait for the cycle to begin anew, but in the mean time…

She had a job to do.

With nothing left to loose, the princess marched straight to bones of Hyrule Castle, where the beast of Calamity Ganon circled ominously above. With her sealing powers finally available to her, the princess was ready for one final fight.

But there’s an intrinsic magic in the balance of nature. The more religious Hyrulean citizens might even say they see Hylia herself in the glorious orange and pink sunsets, in the gentle hum buzz of the forest, the rolling majesty of waves. Life thrums under one’s feet if they walk too far off the paths across Hyrule.

It is no secret that there are spirits that roam the wilds. A select few claim to see lively children of the forest, playful little gremlins with the face of a leaf. More commonly seen are spirits called Blupees, mysterious, their eerie blue glow visible to everyone in Hyrule. No one quite knows their origin, but it is said that they’re the result of pure earthly magic bursting at the seams with heavenly light.

And such light, such divine grace, needed a place to go. It worked its way into the fallen knight’s lifeless body, slowly but surely revitalizing him. Some might say Hylia herself cradled him in the palms of her hands and breathed shimmering life back into his lungs.

The process of revival changed him fundamentally, though it only took a month at most. The knight was robbed of his memories, his body becoming almost unrecognizable. His hair became ghostly white, his skin flowed a gentle bluish hue. He had become a forest spirit with no recollection of the Hylian he once was.

Hyruleans citizens might occasionally see him in dense forests or scorching deserts. He wandered about the lava pools of Eldin for a time. Aimlessly wandering the wilds. Those that saw him called him the Child of the Mountains, believing he had a connection to the elusive Lord of the Mountain that he so closely resembled.

Years passed, and the Child of the Mountains was spotted less and less often. A century after the rise of the Calamity, no one remembered the knight that had fallen in battle. No one noticed the upturned earth of that unmarked grave. No, the nameless knight was lost to time.

The Child of the Mountains remained the topic of folklore all across Hyrule, an otherworldly presence that was so rarely spotted. But things began to change for the forsaken kingdom. Divine Beasts stopped their rampaging, towers and shrines went from vicious orange to soothing blue. Still, no one connected the dots until Calamity Ganon itself was defeated and the fabled Child of the Mountains was spotted after the battle bearing a familiar blessed sword.

He disappeared completely after the war was won.

Somehow, the princess had survived the century long battle against the malice, and she had been quick to order a search for her knight. But that’s the thing about spirits: if they don’t want to be found, there’s just no finding them.

Still, the princess would not give up on him. Not again. She’d seen him, briefly, after he’d slain the monstrous Calamity. Her knight was still in there, she was sure of it. She will stop at nothing to bring him home.

. . .

Some notes!

• Wild is kind of sort of immortal. He can’t die unless he’s killed. (He’s been alive for a century and is vibing)

• Wild spent the entire century between waking up and fighting Calamity Ganon just… wandering in the woods like a lost child. Freaks out the locals but eh, he doesn’t really care.

• Of all of the Links, Wild is the least… human. He has no memory of ever being Hylian. All he knows is the wilderness.

• It sounds like bells and chimes when he walks, just like a Blupee!

• LOVES shiny things! Distracted very easily

• Mostly nonverbal. He communicates mostly with his antennae, though he doesn’t really have anyone to communicate with. He can speak telepathically with other spirits and the Great Deku Tree.

• Flora never expected him to come back. He was dead for good. But when a spirit with the same face as her fallen knight suddenly arrives at the castle after a century to kill the thing she’s been fighting, she was in disbelief. She recognized him which freaked him out and he ran away.

• He’s been wearing the clothes that he was buried in this WHOLE TIME.

• Subject of Hyrulean folklore, everyone has different thoughts on what he is. They all know he’s a spirit. But is he friendly? A protector to the people? Guardian of the wilds? He’s seen pretty rarely and encounters are short and quiet. Sometimes he’ll stare at the person, sometimes he’ll try to fight them, sometimes he’ll just run away.

• Chaos gremlin

• I love him very much

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[wardensantoineandevka]

Now that we're through season two of Midst and are looking forward to the trailer for season three this week, I thought it'd be fun to return to the season two trailer to take a look at the "questions you may have" after the season one finale that it listed and see how many of them we got answers to and which are questions we still have!

——

Why the fuck did the moon explode? This is still a question we all have, audience and characters alike.

What's gonna happen to utterly doomed Midst and everybody trapped on it by an incoming wave of reality-devouring fog? Just as when Saskia was asked this, it is not really possible to answer this one succinctly—but we do get an answer.

Are Lark and Tzila gonna be okay? Yes! Physically, at least. For the time being.

Are they gonna figure out that Sherman's not dead? They did. It was harrowing.

What's Phineas gonna do now that he's been abandoned by the Trust, the very institution that raised him and gave him purpose and his sense of self-worth? And like, what is he gonna do? Go to therapy. I cannot believe, in the best way, that the answer is literally "go to therapy" here. After that, it's go to the Un (!!!) to rescue Sherman. He's always running after one Guthrie or another.

Will Jonas Spahr do the right thing? He's done a lot of things. Some of it was definitely not the right thing, and some was an attempt at the right thing, and some of it was a failure to commit to the right thing. So, mixed bag at best. It can be said that, ultimately, Jonas Spahr has come to a place where he is trying to do the right thing.

What even is the right thing? This is highly subjective, both in reference to Spahr and in general, so whether we received an answer to this is up to interpretation. There are few clear and unequivocal answers in this story.

What is Imelda's deal? Zealotry!

Why did the Trust even bother rescuing Moc Weepe even though he's this weird sleazeball piece of shit who stabbed his closest friends in the back? That massive ridiculousness of an abacus was more than just an inconvenience, it represented the fact that Weepe has enough Valor to be a member of the Upper Trust! Also, Imelda sees his cunning and ruthlessness as an asset and something that the Trust needs, which should concern everyone.

And what is a mirrorhawk? This has not gotten clearer, and I suspect never will! They're apparently edible though, given herbed mirrohawk dip was served at an Upper Trust luncheon.

What is a bocular horse? "You really know what it is. It really barely needs mentioning. You've seen science fiction. Yes, that picture you've got of the bocular horse in your mind right now, that's it."

What is going on with Weepe's voice? Apparently the same as what's going on with the rest of him, given his voice has gotten more gravelly lately against all odds.

Is Landlord gonna die? They told us this one in the season two trailer directly: no. He does make a couple of lovely reappearances.

Why did Lark kill Fuze? What is she trying to hide? Tying up loose ends, trying to prevent him from identifying her as the one who killed Maximilian Loxlee. Why she killed Maximilian, however, is a new question we've got.

Is the nutcracker okay? It was! Then Saskia threw it out, so...

Will the rapidly depreciating value of Valor ever restabilize, or is the market doomed to implode? Still waiting on this one, and the Trust is sure trying to stablize the market. It's not looking great though, gonna be honest.

Is the Trust bad? It's pretty bad over there, to put it mildly.

Did Saskia's dogs really eat the melted corpse of enterprising businessman Atticus Concord? The answer to this hasn't changed since season one, so it's still at: apparently! Also, we learned the dogs' names: Lloyd and Bartimaeus.

[hrts4hanniehae]

clutch || two

there are written parts :)

warning: mentions of parental abuse (emotional), mental breakdown, blood

her move into her new shared apartment was fairly quick, considering all her stuff were still in boxes at minghao's house.

"luckily you found a new place the same week jun is moving in with me." - minghao

"my only friend abandoned me for his boyfriend. i'm so sad." - yn

he dropped a box into her arms. "i'd have let you stay longer, you know? but luckily my friend wonwoo had a room free."

"how do you know him anyways?" - yn

"we were schoolmates from high school all the way to college. he studied computer science in university so we split up." - minghao

"so what do all your friends do now?" - yn

"seungcheol is a rapper under woozi's production label. jeonghan is a model. joshua owns a company that makes jewellery. jun is an actor, hoshi is a dancer/choreographer." - minghao

"i've met hoshi before, right?" - yn

"while he was drunk, yes. wonwoo is a gaming streamer, woozi is a music producer and co-owns an entertainment company with hoshi. mingyu is a celebrity chef. dokyeom is a florist and a theatre actor. seungkwan is a model and a show host, and vernon is a model. dino is a soloist under woozi and hoshi's company." - minghao

"ah. so you all have faces blessed by genetics... great." - yn

amid her rant, she could feel herself begin to cry. where did it all go wrong? she was just a girl who wanted to be an artist. she didn't ask to not be "pretty" according to her mother.

she was a child born to be an experiment. her parents experimented with parenting on her. she was the 1.0 -- the start but never the finish.

in her rage, she threw her phone at the wall and punched a hole in her sculpture. but before she could succumb to her pain and just cry... her phone chimed.

"well, that was weird..." he muttered to himself, but he started his stream anyways.

gam3boiftw: HE'S BACCKKKKK

wonwoono.1fan: life update!!!!!!

"you want a life update? okay. so this streaming site decided to take 30% of my earnings every stream, and my apartment's rent went up so i've been busy dealing with that. it's okay now though. seollie is still very healthy... and i may be doing a vlog when i meet up with my friends next week. that's it."

gamegamebo1: play valorant.

gam3boiftw: no he should play a relaxing game

wonwo0o0o0o: nah he should play a gacha game.

"i'll play a few rounds of valorant... then maybe cookie run kingdom if it's not too late. don't blame me if i lose because i'm rusty."

-

obviously, he won all the games he played.

fbwovbero: no move the tree left some more. align it with the train

rebveornvp: no move it to the right!

"chill i know what i'm do-"

"OH FUCK!!"

a sudden shout from the room opposite his scares the daylights out of him.

gam3boiftw: wtf was that?!?!??!

fkbnenveln: help??!??!?!

"sorry i think that was my neighbour. let me go check it out, give me a few minutes."

while shaving down the side of her wood carving, she was distracted and sliced the knife along her palm, splitting it open. deep.

"OH FUCK-" oh shit. she slapped her hands over her mouth at her outburst, smearing blood all over her face. she didn't mean to shout so loud.

"oh my god oh my god oh my god oh my god what the fuck do i do??????"

her door suddenly burst open.

"what h- oh my god are you okay?" - wonwoo

"i'm so sorry for shouting. i'm fine. i'll just go sort my hand out. go back to your stream." - yn

"the blood isn't from your nose?" - wonwoo

"why would the blood be from my nose?" - yn

"there's blood all over your face." - wonwoo

"OH MY GOD- oh shit sorry. i'll just go deal with this. i'm so sorry." - yn

she pushed past him, running to the bathroom to examine her cut. it was deep and bleeding non-stop.

"what the fuck do i do..."

"i ended my stream. let me drive you to the hospital." - wonwoo

wonwoo was standing in the doorway of the toilet.

"do you mind?" - yn

"you're injured. of course, i don't mind. safety first." - wonwoo

ﮩ٨ـﮩﮩ٨ـ💓ﮩ٨ـﮩﮩ٨ـ badum.

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synopsis: wonwoo is a popular streamer known for his incredible gaming skills and good looks. He turned heads. but he hates the attention. he just wants to play games and earn money. one day he receives a letter. his apartment’s rent has almost doubled. no warnings at all. his current paycheck from streaming can’t shoulder those bills. he has no choice but to rent out his spare room. to who? a fresh art university graduate who has… 1. a stable job ✅ 2. talent for art and sculpting ✅ 3. many friends ❌ 4. social anxiety ✅ 5. no filter ✅ when his iconic cat logo gets copystriked, she comes to the rescue with a new logo for him. when his apartment’s walls start peeling, she fixes it. whatever he used to struggle with… the empty space... was now filled by her. so what does he *last player standing* do when her ex *enemy spotted* tries to take her back? heh. *clutch* he clutches.

inspired by wonwoo's gam3bo1 streams, falling into your smile & gogo squid (has hints of valorant)

pairing: streamer!jeon wonwoo x fem!artist!reader (ft. jeongcheol, soonhoon, junhao, seoksoo, verkwan)

genre: fluff, comfort, slowburn, comfort, pining, bestfriend!minghao

warnings: stalker ex, toxic ex, mentions of abuse, guns (game), cursing, hate comments, panic attacks

started: 28.12.23

ended: ?

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[many-shades-of-violence]

Gambling Debts

✢ pairing: Yoru x Reader. ✢ characters: Yoru, Jett, Phoenix, Raze, Killjoy, Brim, Gekko ✢ word count: 5.000 ✢ contents: nsfw, pegging, brat taming, gun violence

It was a late spring afternoon when you entered the headquarters of the Valorant Protocol through the main hatch. The serene melodies of chirping birds faded as the warm sunlight caressed your skin, only to be replaced by the heavy thud of the metal hatch closing behind you. With a determined stride, you pressed forward, your black sweat-drenched uniform clinging to your body, traces of soot from your recent mission adorning your cheeks. A faint sigh escaped your lips as you shifted your cherished weapon from your right shoulder to your left, the barrel still radiating residual heat from the intense gunfight with Omega agents just minutes ago. A few steps later, you found yourself in the common room of the headquarters, where a handful of agents briefly glanced in your direction.

In one corner of the room, Gekko and Brimstone were engrossed in a heated race on the younger agent's console, seemingly oblivious to your presence. With a casual wave, you raised your free hand in greeting. "Hey."

"y/n! You're back!" Killjoy beamed at you, immediately relieving you of your weapon and inspecting it with keen interest. "How did the modifications go? Did the baby perform well?" She looked up at you, brimming with excitement, before returning her attention to the barrel of your Vandal. You couldn't help but marvel at how she failed to notice the most conspicuous aspect of your appearance, instead hyper-focusing on the weapon she had tinkered with before the mission. "No complaints from me. Engaged in a good fight with a couple of Omega agents, though I must admit there were more of them than anticipated."

"Really? Are you injured? That blood isn't yours, is it?" Sage's voice broke through, causing you to look up from Killjoy. Your gaze locked onto the healer, and you nodded while raising a reassuring thumb. "No, I'm all good. Just a bit sweaty, but a shower will take care of that."

"Then I'm relieved." Sage breathed a sigh of relief before her attention abruptly shifted to a corner of the room. You followed her gaze, only to regret it when you laid eyes on none other than Ryo, also known as Yoru within the protocol. The young man had his hand open, as Jett, the white-haired agent besides him, dropped a couple of black tokens into his palm, wearing a frown on her face. With a victorious grin, Yoru clutched the tokens before turning away from Jett, his gaze now fixed on you and Sage. For a brief moment, your eyes met, the cocky grin on his lips vanishing as quickly as it had appeared, replaced by a serious expression that, if somebody like you knew him better, could be interpreted as concern.

You offered him a reassuring nod before he redirected his attention back to Jett, seemingly intent on settling the bet that had just been fulfilled. Feeling a twinge of disappointment, you shifted your gaze to the floor but quickly refocused on Sage, careful not to reveal your true emotions.

The truth was, things with Yoru were complicated.

And "complicated" was perhaps an understatement. The young agent's difficult temperament was well-known, and only a select few in the protocol, including Jett, Phoenix, Chamber, and yourself, managed to get along with him. It had taken a great deal of effort or willful ignorance to navigate the cocky nature of the Japanese man. You had grown accustomed to Yoru's ways, and it came as no surprise when he had shared stories of his numerous gang fights in Shibuya, Tokyo during his senior high school days, littering him in many scars of physical and emotional level . The authenticity of his past experiences had been apparent, as his challenging demeanor was not the only aspect known about him. It was not uncommon knowledge, even among the agents, that you and the young Riftwalker often slept together. However, you had refrained from assigning a specific label to your relationship, uncertain whether it was appropriate given the circumstances of being agents who risked their lives daily for the sake of Alpha Earth's safety. Or at least, that was the justification you used. The truth was that you found it difficult to trust Ryo to maintain a healthy and lasting relationship of any kind. Arguments could easily arise among the agents in the protocol, but the young Japanese man, with his arrogant manner, often resorted to unconventional methods to prove his points. This included whatever was happening between the two of you.

The connection between you and Yoru had initially begun as a heated rivalry in a dire situation. However, over time, it had evolved into a significant relationship within the context of being teammates and was on the brink of becoming something more serious. Yoru's somewhat clumsy attempts to address the situation and have a conversation with you individually hinted at that possibility. Nevertheless, it had never come to fruition as you always managed to evade those discussions, either acting too preoccupied or exhausted from missions. You knew that you couldn't sustain this facade forever, and it wouldn't be fair to Ryo. However, the truth was that you were still healing from past failed attempts at relationships before joining the Protocol, and you were doing everything in your power to avoid adding another one to your list until the young Riftwalker could demonstrate that he was actively working on his attitude. But whether that would ever be possible remained uncertain.

"y/n?" Sage's calm yet determined voice snapped you back from your thoughts. "Sorry, what's up?" You quickly responded, hoping not to appear too absent-minded. With a caring smile, she replied, "I mentioned that I would like to discuss something confidential with you. But feel free to freshen up and recover from your mission first." Feeling a bit embarrassed for being so lost in your thoughts in front of Sage, you nodded nervously while scratching your neck. "Sure. Is it okay if I knock on your door later?" The healer gave you an assuring nod before bidding you farewell, and you headed towards your room.

After a thorough shower that washed away the dirt and blood of your adversaries, and dressed in clean, sweat-free clothes, you made your way to Sage's room. As you turned the corner, you accidentally bumped into someone.

"くそ (Shit)."

Your throat tightened as you recognized the unmistakable voice of Yoru. Nervously swallowing the lump in your throat, your gaze cautiously met a pair of strained brown eyes. The tense expression on the young man's face softened as soon as he recognized you.

"y/n. Sorry, I didn't see you there. Are you alright?" He glanced over you warily, placing a hand on your shoulder to reassure himself that he hadn't caused any harm by colliding with you. Not that there was much to worry about, given your athletic build, similar to that of the other agents.

"I'm fine," you mumbled under your breath, still catching your breath, and thanked him for his concern. "And as for the mission... the blood wasn't mine. Sage already checked on me." Cutting him off quickly, you couldn't help but sound a bit urgent.

Yoru frowned at your response, slowly retracting his hand from your shoulder with a sigh. "Fine by me. But you must be tired. Why not take some rest?" He raised an eyebrow mischievously, a grin forming on his lips as he casually placed a hand on his hip. "Or do you need some help with that, あほ (idiot)?"

You crossed your arms in front of your chest and puffed out your cheeks. Yoru had once explained that calling you "idiot" in his mother tongue was a sign of appreciation and a privilege reserved for only a few people, but you couldn't quite believe that he was just teasing you relentlessly with it. "If that were the case, I would let you know. Actually, I'm on my way to see Sage."

"Sage?!" he looked at you with surprise. You chuckled in response. "Yeah, you know, the kind-looking lady-monk with healing abilities."

"Don't tease me," Yoru smirked, playfully punching you on the shoulder. You faked a dramatic stumble a few steps backward, intending to playfully reciprocate, but you were taken aback when Yoru quickly caught up to you, his arm snaking around your slim waist to pull you close to his chest. "Careful." You looked up at him with wide eyes, surprised by his sudden gesture. "I was just joking, you know, Ryo." His dark brown eyes met yours, and his calloused fingers gently grazed over your cheeks.

"Sure, I do…“ he replied, your hands resting carefully against his lean torso, unsure of what to expect. "So?"

For a brief moment, Yoru simply stared at you, his deep brown eyes flashing a sense of hurt you had never seen before. "Y‘know, I miss you, y/n... I miss... us." You gulped at the sudden change in his emotions, noticing how his grip tightened on your waist as he emphasized the word "us." Yoru rarely expressed himself like this, and you didn't want to mess up your response. You were glad he was opening up, but the timing couldn't have been worse. Looking up at him, you shifted your gaze back down to the ground. "Ryo, we've talked about this..."

"Have we? I feel like you're avoiding me precisely because we haven't. I'm not playing around, you know? I'm serious about this," he said, his dark eyebrows furrowing and a small crease appearing on his forehead. You straightened up, placing a hand gently yet determinedly on his torso. "I know we need to sort things out, but that's exactly why..."

Before you could finish your sentence, the clearing of someone's throat caught you off guard. Looking up, you locked eyes with Sage, who stood in the hallway with her arms crossed. You were aware of her strict rule against public displays of affection between agents in the hallway, and your current position with Yoru wasn't ideal. You gave Sage an apologetic look, wanting to step back from Yoru, only to realize that he had already withdrawn his hand and distanced himself from you. He scratched his neck uncomfortably, avoiding Sage's stern gaze. As you glanced up at him in surprise, you noticed a faint pink hue on his cheeks.

A faint smile spread across your face. It was quite challenging to bring Yoru out of his shell, despite his rough exterior. However he was surprisingly easily flustered when it came to physical matters in public, which amused you to no end. You weren't sure if it was a cultural thing, but you tried to suppress a knowing gaze in his direction, not wanting to embarrass him further with the attention of both you and Sage.

"Sorry, Sage. I was actually on my way to you when I ran into Yoru by chance," you waved her off, quickly moving a few steps to her side. "Yeah, I can see that," she raised an eyebrow challengingly, arms still crossed. She gave Yoru a final quick glance before turning around with you. "I'm just going to borrow her for a quick talk. You can continue with whatever this is afterward, in your rooms," she huffed, emphasizing the last word, and then pulled you along the corridor. You thought you heard Yoru responding with a sharp comment, but honestly, you didn't want to know what that was about. Sage dragged you to her room, sighing tiredly. "Really, he can be such a hothead." You couldn't help but let out an awkward chuckle. "Well, you could say that's part of the fun."

Upon arriving in Sage's room, she gestured for you to sit down at a round table in the middle of the room with two facing cushions. The young healer placed a freshly brewed cup of tea in front of you before taking a seat opposite you. "So, what did you want to talk about, Sage?" You looked at the black-haired woman and took a small sip of your tea. She folded her hands in her lap and sighed briefly before fixing her gaze on you. "I wanted to talk to you about Yoru." You looked up at her, a little surprised by her choice of topic. You had thought she might want to discuss the false information you received from headquarters or some other pressing matter. "Excuse me?"

"You heard me right. I don't usually pry into other people's business, but Yoru can be quite difficult to talk to about personal matters. That's why I wanted to talk to someone close to him first," she paused, her gaze penetrating through long lashes. You gulped, feeling a bead of sweat forming on your forehead. "Why choose me then? Phoenix and Jett are close to him too, you know?" Sage interrupted you with a knowing smirk. "I'm pretty sure you're as close to him as anyone could possibly get." Her comment left you momentarily speechless, and then you cleared your throat in embarrassment, avoiding her gaze. "Yeah, maybe. But I'm not sure if that extends to an emotional level as well." Sage pursed her lips, thinking for a brief moment, before speaking again. "If that's the case, then it's even more important that I discuss this with you." You looked at her quizzically. "What do you mean?"

"To cut to the chase: I don't know how they found out, but HQ isn't too happy about Yoru's little gambling ventures." Your eyes widened in surprise. "Gambling?" Sage nodded in confirmation. "Did you notice it this afternoon?" You stared at her in disbelief, trying to recall what she was referring to. Then the scene from earlier flashed in your mind—black chip cards falling from Jett into Yoru's hands, the victorious smile on his lips when things were going his way. In that moment, you saw red.

"You're not suggesting that he gambled on my life, are you?!" you exclaimed, a mix of shock and anger in your voice. Sage let out a sigh, pinching the bridge of her nose for a moment. "I'm sorry if you've just realized it now. I thought you were already aware of it."

Your teeth clenched as anger surged through your body. Memories of past encounters with Yoru and the black chip cards he often played with when bored flooded your mind. How could you not have noticed? And worst of all, he had wagered on your own life.

Balling your hands into fists, you looked up from the ground and stared directly into Sage's eyes. "Let me guess, you want me to confront him about this." She nodded once again. "Originally, yes, but considering your expression now, I'm not so sure if that's the best idea anymore." A vicious smirk formed on your face as you slowly stood up on your own two feet. "Don't worry, Sage. I'm going to teach him a lesson about the dangers of gambling that he won't forget easily." Thanking her for the tea, you swiftly rose and left the room with determined strides. Left behind, Sage was momentarily speechless, before she took a sip of her tea and shrugged her shoulders with a nonchalant expression. "Let's hope this kills two birds with one stone."

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Angry and determined, you stormed through the corridors of HQ, on the hunt for a certain Japanese agent. Along the way, you encountered Neon and Phoenix, engrossed in their discussion about a famous comic series. They looked up curiously as you approached. "Hey, y/n! How was the mission?" Neon greeted you with a wave, while Phoenix gave you a playful smirk. You looked at them sharply. "Sorry guys, later, okay? Have you seen Yoru by any chance?" You clenched your teeth, leaving them a bit speechless before bursting into laughter.

"What did he do this time?" Neon gave you a sympathetic look. "Bro betted on your ass, again?“ Phoenix grinned mischievously. „Again?" Your eyes widened in disbelief, almost fuming. "How long has this been going on without me knowing?" Phoenix clenched his teeth and scratched his neck uncomfortably. "Oh shit... You know what, y/n, if I had to guess, he's probably busy with his knives."

Furious, you gave Phoenix a thumbs-up, quickly turning on your heels to storm away, muttering, "Thanks. I owe you man.“ Just seconds later, Neon looked up at Phoenix, raising an eyebrow. "She's going to beat his ass, right?" Phoenix shrugged, chuckling. "Well, bro's been asking for it. I told him it would be over if y/n found out.“ Neon rolled her eyes before returning her attention to the comic in her hand. "Yeah but you didn’t have to throw him under the bus line that. Anyway, where did we leave off?"

Without a care in the world, you flung open the door to the weapons room, startling Yoru, who was meticulously cleaning a knife with a soft towel. "Oh? Done with business with Sage already?" Yoru began, but you cut him off mid-sentence, fists clenched. "How long has this been going on?" Confused, he looked at you. "What's your business?"

You growled at his response, closing the distance between you. "Don't play games with me, Yoru. You bet on my life-or-death missions?! Is this all just a sick joke to you, or are you that tone deaf?!" Furious, you pointed a finger at his chest, staring him down. For a brief moment, he seemed caught off guard, then his brows furrowed. He placed the knife and towel on the table before pushing your finger away with a frown. "So what? I'm not hurting anyone with it, am I?"

Disappointment spread through your gaze as you studied the man in front of you. You couldn't comprehend how he failed to see the obvious problem with gambling on the outcome of missions that involved life and death. His dark eyes met yours, and the disappointment nearly weakened his resolve, even if he didn't want to admit it. He reached out for your hand, but you quickly pulled away. "Listen, I wouldn’t bet on you, if I wasn’t sure you’ve got it, y/n."

„Do I look like a fucking race-horse, Yoru?!“ you clentched your teeth, not sure how to follow up. Just then a great idea came to your mind. „You know what? Have it your way Ryo. I‘m betting that I‘ll drag your sorry ass in a Shootoff.“

For a brief second Yoru seemed to be caught off guard, then he sighed pulling his butterfly comb out of a dimensional rift and combing through his hair. As he spoke he rolled his eyes. „Quit the yapping if I win?“

With a determined nod, you taunted, "If you win. Otherwise, feel free to prepare your sorry ass." Without giving him another glance, you strode off, quickly grabbing a gun as you went. Calling out one last time to him, you declared, "Training hall, in 5." Yoru smirked in response, his pearly white teeth on full display. "おもしゃれ (Interesting)."

As you left the room, a mix of anger and anticipation fueled your every step. You couldn't wait to face Yoru in the training hall and teach him a lesson or two. You weren‘t sure if he comprehended on just what exactly he had bet with you, but either way you couldn‘t wait for you to win and give him a good railing in the aftermath.

"So, what's the plan?" Yoru smirked at you, one hand casually gripping his Vandal while the other rested confidently on his left hip. You both stood in the training hall, surrounded by the dummies that Killjoy had quickly assembled upon your request. The presence of other Agents just outside the glass windows separating the hall from the watch room didn't concern you at the moment. If you had to guess, Neon, Phoenix, and Jett were probably among them, eager to witness your showdown with Yoru and see if you could knock him off his high horse.

You cleared your throat and unlocked the security lock of your Vandal. "You see the dummies? Whoever shoots the most in 3 minutes wins." Yoru grinned, adjusting his rifle and positioning himself back-to-back with you. "Well, either way, I hope you're ready for your defeat, doll."

Rolling your eyes at the nickname, you gave a thumbs-up to Killjoy behind one of the glass doors outside the hall, signaling her to start the countdown.

3...

You grinned, holding your Vandal firmly against your chest, your back pressed closely to Yoru's.

2...

Your finger hooked around the trigger of your weapon.

1...

You planted your feet firmly on the ground, ready to burst into action.

Then, the stage was set.

A loud siren resounded, marking the start of your shootout. With all your might, you pushed off from Yoru's back and sprinted towards the dummies within your line of sight, determined to keep Yoru from using his dimensional rifts to his advantage. In a synchronized display of bullets and precision, you swiftly moved through the dummies, firing shots that found their mark between their heads and chests. The air around you filled with the deafening sound of gunfire, intensifying with each advance Yoru made on the other side of the hall.

For a fleeting moment, Yoru entered your field of vision, his concentration razor-sharp and his accuracy deadly, momentarily throwing you off balance. However, a quick glance at the timer and your points reminded you that every hesitant move could determine the victor. You swiftly refocused on the dummies before you, distributing bullets with speed and accuracy.

With agility and precision, you navigated through a particularly challenging wall of targets, successfully shooting them down just as Yoru teleported in front of you, attempting to snatch them away. You playfully stuck out your tongue at him before dashing off once more, firing shots at the remaining row of dummies. Yoru, being slightly quicker, managed to catch some of them. Your gaze shifted, scanning for more dummies, only to realize that one lone dummy remained at the back of the hall, likely missed during your initial rush.

A quick glance at the monitor revealed that this final point would decide the match. You bit your lip, hastening towards the end of the hall. However, the sound of Yoru opening a rift sent alarm bells ringing in your mind.

"This is bad. If he's quicker than my bullet, I'll probably shoot him," you muttered under your breath, cursing the riftwalker's calculated tactics. But what Yoru didn't expect was that you had a dirty trick up your sleeve. With swift movement, you pulled out a decoy and threw it behind you, aiming for the rift Yoru was opening, hoping it would enter with him. A victorious grin spread across your face as you heard a familiar exclamation of "くそ (Shit!)!" just in time for the rift to close, temporarily blinding Yoru. You hoped he could forgive you for the unexpected move. With a surge of determination, you fired your last bullet into the lone dummy at the end of the hall

The loud sirene resounded again, signaling you that your Shootout had ended. Looking onto the monitor hall, you could see that your name was highlighted as the winner of the match.

The aftermath of the intense shootout left the air thick with tension and adrenaline. You stood at the end of the hall, panting heavily, the grip of your weapon still tight in your hand. Sweat trickled down your forehead as you tried to catch your breath, a mixture of exhaustion and victory coursing through your veins.

Yoru appeared only mere seconds later from his dimensional rift, ripping the blue samurai mask from his face, his body language a mix of frustration and begrudging admiration. His mask, now removed, revealed a face lined with determination and a touch of annoyance. "What a dirty trick," he muttered, his voice tinged with defeat. "Next time, a little warning would be nice. My eyesight's gonna be fucked for a while."

You couldn't help but chuckle, a sense of satisfaction washing over you. " Says the one, trying to rift his way to victory." You extended a hand towards him, offering a truce in the spirit of competition. "Great match though, you really pushed me to my limits."

Yoru's gaze softened, and after a moment's hesitation, a small smile tugged at the corners of his lips. "Yeah, you got me this time," he admitted, his voice filled with a mix of respect and acceptance, before crossing the last meters to you and planting a chaste kiss on your lips. Surprised by his forwardness in public you only halfway heard what he said afterwards. "But mark my words, next time I won't be so easy to blindside.”

You nodded slowly, fingers lingering on your lips. "Wouldn’t have it any other way."

As you slowly leave the training hall, you offer him your arm, to hook into, his eyesight still making him a bit wobbly on the feet. Surprising you again, the young agent takes your hand instead, his calloused hands gripping your own ones firmly. „That‘s for blinding me, あほ.“

You chuckle, already imagining what Sage would say if she saw this.  “So about our bet...” You look up to him, a victorious smile on your lips. “Yeah, Yeah.” he sighs. “Look, I´m sorry. No bet´s on other agents missions anymore. You happy now?” He fakes an annoyed huff, looking to the side.

“Close.” You chuckle, guiding him slowly towards the exit. “Remember what we exactly betted on?”

“Excuse me?!“  he looked at you alarmed, slit eyebrow raised to the hilt.

You started to laugh, enjoying the irritation in the young mans face.

“Oh, you´re just too cute, Ryo. When I said to preper your sorry-ass, I meant that literally.”

It was at exactly this moment Ryo Kiritani realized, he fucked up.

„No way…“You cut him off with a grin. “Always remember Ryo, Thou shalt honor thy gambling debts.”

“Tell again, why you`re so obsessed with fucking me?”

If it weren't for the compromising position Yoru was in right now, it would have come off as one of his usual cocky remarks. However, in his current state, it sounded more like a bratty, if not pathetic, comment. Mounted naked on your lap, the young agents tan cheeks were adorned by a deep blush, sweat rolling slowly down his forehead. You gave his trained abs a firm squeeze before locking eyes with him, a smitten smirk on your lips. “Hm, maybe because you look very good like this and your actually quite into it concerning your arousal?”

Your eyes averted down between his legs, seeing his hard-on fully on attention just right under the dark happy trail, head an angry red and dripping precum on your skin. Carefully wrapping your slender fingers around it, you gave it a firm squeeze, making the young man above you groan. “How should I´ve known?! It´s not like you get teached that this shits is a possibility.”

You quirked an eyebrow at this.

“Oh, so your not so opposed now?” you asked, your hands moving away from his cock to grasp the dildo attached to the strap-on-harness between your legs.

“Tsk, just get on with it, あほ.” Yoru grumbeled, hands on your shoulders, a little more agitated now, from your teasing.

You giggled, then giving his hip a firm squeeze, your mouth pressing against his lips, the kiss slow and sensual as your hand moved between your bodies to grasp his length and your strap on, rubbing them together. He silently groaned into the kiss, his hands grabbing your shoulders as he shallowly grounded his hips into your hand and lubed toy.

“Trust me, I’m gonna fuck you so good, the whole Headquarters will know about it.” you whispered against his neck, biting the tan skin until it bruised. “Honestly, I´d prefer if they didn´t. Already gave them enough fuel with my defeat at Shootout” he gasped, his cheeks darkening by the second, your hands ghosting over his hot skin.

Giggeling in response, you pulled his hips flush between your legs, ordering him with a firm command.

“On all fours, クソガキ (brat)”

Yoru pulled away a devilish smirk on his lips, his cock twitching against you lewdly, a string of precum connecting his veiny shaft and your silicone as you commanded him in his mother tongue. “Fuck, that´s hot. Picked that up for me?”

You gave his thigh a reprimanding squeeze. “Maybe. Now get in position, bitch.”

'Have some mercy, will ya?’ he groaned slowly mounting off you, and climbing in the middle of the bed. A smile tugged at your lips, adoring how his trained buttcheeks looked, all ready for you to play with. You moved behind him, your hands rubbing and squeezing his ass, an embarrassed moan escaping Yorus mouth as soon as your hand connected with his cheek in a harsh slap. “You like that?” you giggle, giving his cheek another slap. His answer comes a bit dragged, the man trying his best not to moan. “Cut the teasing.”

“Alright, Mr. Pushing-Through.” You roll your eyes with a grin, hands spreading his buttcheeks. Seeing the tight hole between them, makes you lick your lips. Getting on your knees, you blew hot air on the sensitive rim, wetting two of your fingers in your mouth, before slowly protruding at his hole. Rubbing soft circles around the outside, then pushing the tip of the muscle in, Yoru gasped loudly, his strong legs getting a bit wobbly at the invitation.

Humming, you started to get to work, massaging his globes of tan flesh, making sure to hold one his hips with your free hand to stabilize his rocky movement in desperate search for more friction. Spreading him open one more time, you pulled out of him, leaving kisses on his neck, eyes taking in his lean muscular back, trained from his daily activities as an Agent of the Protocol. You kissed behind his ear, teeth grazing the cartilage as his hips wiggled against your strap on, something a kin to a needy moan escaping his throat.

“Gosh, you´re so needy for me, pretty boy. Really wanna get teached your lesson, huh?” you cooed, slowly stroking over his hip bones.

“J-Just make it feel good, kay?” he gasped, looking over his back to assure himself with you. You grin, one hand locking into his dark locks, carefully yet demanding pushing his head onto the mattress. Not wanting to tease him anymore, you guided the dildo inside him, slowly pushing inch by inch, until you were flush against Yoru. The young man was using all his mental strength to not moan like a bitch in heat, as you buried yourself to the hilt, his resolve slowly falling however as you halted inside him.

“y/n.” He called your name needily, wishing that you understood what he wished for, without ushering anymore words. Not missing the chance to tease him, you wrapped a hand around his cock, hovering closely over his back before whispering “Huh? What is it? You know, you need to tell me, if there´s something you want.”

A low grumble could be heard from the young agent under you, his cheeks dusted in red from embarrassment, teeth clenched in despair from the sudden stop of stimulation. “For fucks sake, just fuck me!”

You didn´t need more to hear than that. With a firm grip on him you hilted yourself out of Yoru, pistoling your hips back forward. The hand on his cock started to pump him in tandem with your thrusting, your thumb rubbing the slit on the tip where you knew he was most sensitive. A hymne of loud groans erupted from the rifter, the pleasure of being railed by you so great, that he pushed his hips back against your own.

Getting serious, your hand fisted his locks, tugging on them to move his head uup from the mattress, to arch his back into you, the sound of wet skin slapping against skin echoing in your bedroom, as you worked to rail Yoru into submission.

By how his cock twitched he seemed close only a few thrusts after, however you still weren´t quite finished. Angling yourself a bit lower you tried to find his soft spot; one thrust angled just right made him fist the bedsheets, fingernails digging deeply into them. Smirking in victory, knowing you reached your goal, you began to hit that place dead on, hearing him mumble your name like a mantra.

Then, only a few more thrusts he reached his climax, spurts of cum hitting the bed sheets, his dark almond shaped eyes rolled back in ecstasy as he shuddered violently, a lewd slur in Japanese escaping his lungs. Smirking you caressed him with your hands, careful to slide out of him, discarding the silicone on the floor besides you, before getting besides him.

Seeing Yoru all wasted like this on your mattress somehow made you feel an insane amount of accomplishment, the tension of this noon already nearly forgotten. Slowly lying besides, him, you start to rub his back gently, his eyes opening and looking at you with a tired but content gaze.

“Everything alright?” you asked, one of his arms, suddenly caught of guard, as he wrapped one arm around you, pulling you close to his torso. As he nuzzles his head into your hair, the only sound that can be heard for a close minute is your breathings.

Then Yorus voice resounds, making you chuckle loudly in the process.

“Good thing I lost that bet.”

[xhanelia]

Headcannons for how and what is going on in Valorant HQ pt.2

KAY/O Can talk to every language and translate anything to any one of them. This may cause a bit of a problem.

THE INTERSTELLAR TARS VIBES ALL OVER KAY/O ISTGGG

He has a %10 lie and %90 truth setting.

Phoenix would go: "aye KAY/O what does 'pretty girl' means in korean?" And then KAY/O would translate it into a bad word (%10) just to see the chaos. He would deny if Phoenix says that it was KAY/O's fault. He would go: "Are you really having an argument about a robots memory?" And he will win every one of them.

"i wouldnt know." "Is this a %90 wouldnt know or a %10 wouldnt know?" "I also have a discretion setting, Phoenix." "Oh..."

Fade and Astra are the witch aunts. Tarots, zodiac, fortunes and anything. Altough Fade will say that she does not believes them yet still knows everything.

Fade knows how to play guitar. (Just afew cords nothing big deal.) Its a Turkish thing that you automaticly learn when you step on the beach at night.

Its forbidden to use or bring phones into or near to the HQ. This is a rule Chyper made because of the risk that phones might be getting tracked by another. There are special phones designed just for HQ that are given for the agents.

When Fade got into the HQ for the first time, Cypher was all around her because of her secrets and curiosity. (and maybe to take afew words from her mouth about how did she managed to blackmail the HQ. ) At some point Sage needed to shoo him away from her head.

Jett stalks peoples social media to find their birthday and ugly toddler photos on facebook then will call herself a hacker. Cypher laughs at her proudness.

If you get into an argument with Cypher and say him "what do you even know?" he will basically list your entire life from birth to now to make you scared. Even giving details about your life that you didnt know.

Cypher also has a great memory. Photographic to be exact. He can memorize a 20 numbered code just with one glance.

Why do i have so many Cypher headcannons? Idk. This man is so interesting.

Give me ideas.

[jojikawa]

I know you're not taking any requests right now but I have this idea for a baby daddy chamber,phoenix or yoru x reader seperately or even poly

Poly Baby Daddy Headcanons 🍼

Chamber, Yoru, Phoenix 💗

Sure, bb! I honestly don’t mind taking requests sometimes. It’s just that some of my valorant works kinda blew up and my inbox was filled for months with new things being added everyday. It was overwhelming and made me so sad bc I don’t have the attention span for writing so much valorant related things 🥲 (doing poly bc I’m a sucker for harems)

The protocol was somewhat normal before you arrived. Afterwards, when you brought your pretty little self into the crosshairs of the team, it was only drama after that. Brimstone didn’t even get involved. Killjoy thought the way the boys acted was cringey and hard to watch. Viper, however, reveled in it. No French man to annoy her now. Why? Well. He’s a father now. Or so, he thinks he is. He seemed to be in competition for who the father actually was.

The other two candidates were Yoru and Phoenix.

All three of them had been eyeing you up and trying to make you their own. It led to a long night of fun where you had the pleasure of three men worshiping your body at once. Like a goddess giving a blessing. There wasn’t much to it, right? Well, no. It wasn’t that simple at all. It never is.

You got pregnant. It was hard to identify the father since they all…ya know…inside of you.

And the AFTER that you had personal time with them individually where you’d engage in sexual acts again. No one had any idea who the father could’ve been.

Throughout your pregnancy, all the men would do so fight over you. They would fight over who got to have time with you and when. Each one of them claiming you as if you were their wife.

Chamber was charming, promising to spoil you in his riches, along with the baby, of course. As long as you let him take care of you whether the baby was his or not. He had a way with his flirtatious French speech.

Yoru was extremely aggressive. Not with you, of course. If he weren’t on a team with the other two, he’d probably kill them judging by the way he spoke of them. He didn’t want Chamber or Pheonix near you or your pregnant belly. He tried to convince you that he is the only suitable father because he’s willing to do so much more that they won’t.

Phoenix was probably the bit of sunshine within this drama. He was extremely upbeat and helped take your mind off of the question of who the father could be. He definitely made you laugh and blush. He could be flirty as well. He made you feel like you were pretty even with your belly poking out the way it did.

They all took turns staying in your room at nights, even if it wasn’t particularly allowed. They would washed you, helped you dress, fetched you things and Chamber even made it a habit of feeding you. He’d tease you by not letting you have anything until you said something in French to him.

Once the child was born, that was a whole new can of worms. The child took so much after you that they still weren’t able to know who the father was.

Cypher suggested a DNA test. It would finally put an end to the 9 month long headache he’s been dealing with. Even on missions, the three would never shut up about you or the baby.

You refused because you didn’t want to hurt the other two men who had their hopes up of being the father. You didn’t mind co-parenting. You would just need to be able to have them get along.

The child was extremely cute with bright eyes and wavy hair. The rest of the team couldn’t help but gawk at them. Viper proved to be a great babysitter whenever you needed it but she was a busy woman. You couldn’t take missions and be a mother at once so you would often stay back. You joined the team to help people so you were very disheartened when the growing threat of Mirror Earth pursued. Getting more dangerous.

Chamber wanted to send you away to his home in France. Yoru wanted you to go to Japan with his family and Phoenix advised that you should just go home and keep in contact with him. Another thing that you refused. You wouldn’t run away from a fight at all.

And that just made you hotter. You were a young milf that was just as much of a soldier as the rest.

They all offered to take care of the child. You got them to work together. You let the child see every one of them so that they could get to know their dad.

But working together doesn’t mean they didn’t fight.

[cappymightwrite]

Ladies with beautiful hair...

"Sansa was a lady at three, always so courteous and eager to please. She loved nothing so well as tales of knightly valor. Men would say she had my look, but she will grow into a woman far more beautiful than I ever was, you can see that. I often sent away her maid so I could brush her hair myself. She had auburn hair, lighter than mine, and so thick and soft... the red in it would catch the light of the torches and shine like copper." – ACOK, Catelyn VII

I recently went to 'The Rossettis' exhibition at the Tate Britain, which I would really reccommend going to if you're able (I think it'll be coming to the US at some point to)... though I will say, despite featuring work by Christina Rossetti and Elizabeth Rossetti (née Siddal), it is Dante Gabriel Rossetti who looms the largest.

His dominant presence reminded me of a little meta I wrote a while ago: GRRM, Sansa Stark & The Pre-Raphaelites. In the past, I'd focused more on John William Waterhouse, who, while not an founding member of the PRB, shared many similarities with them. But I think maybe it's worth revisiting the PRB, and more specifically the 'hair-mad' Dante Gabriel.

We might think GRRM is pretty into red heads, often taking the time to describe the fiery lustre of auburn hair, but it is Rossetti who is the true and original red head fanatic. Just take writer Elizabeth Gaskell's word on, from a letter written in October 1859, where she reported her experiences with DGR at two evening parties:

"I think we got to know Rossetti pretty well […] I had a good deal of talk with him, always excepting the times when ladies with beautiful hair came in […] It did not signify what we were talking about or how agreeable I was; if a particular kind of reddish brown, crepe wavy hair came in, he was away in a moment struggling for an introduction to the owner of said head of hair. He is not as mad as a March hare, but hair-mad."

Elizabeth Siddal, an artist in her own right, as well as perhaps the PRB's most famous model and muse, notably possessed this "particular kind of reddish, brown" hair...

I need to dedicate a bit more time to this train of thought, though I have touched on GRRM's love of red heads before. It just seems so clear to me that Sansa Stark, with her beautiful hair, is in many ways an idealised beauty at first glance (a flat first impression some in the fandom haven't moved on from), but the more we read, the more the story grows, the more layered she becomes. Similarly, though at first glance Rossetti's painting may appear like idealised visions of beauty, on closer inspection they reveal something deeper:

"During their mid-20s, Gabriel and Elizabeth worked together in his studio and had a great influence on each other’s work. Their richly patterned drawings and watercolours conjure complex, imaginative worlds. Using themselves as models, they created medieval fantasies of love and temptation, loyalty and betrayal. Complicated relationships are expressed in intricate gestures, poses and spaces." – Medieval Moderns, Tate Britain

I find Sansa a very enjoyable and gratifying character to read and follow, because hers is a character and narrative that unfolds slowly and that is full of observation. It pays to look just as closely at her gestures/behaviour, like a Rossetti painting, as you would her speech. And it pays to remember that GRRM is an admirer of the PRB...

[piedpiperslists]

JJK: Gamer / Streamer AU

List of all Jungkook fics under 'Gamer / Streamer' AU:

* ² - two shots s - contains smut sm - social media format

* Last updated: 21/05/2023

D R A B B L E S

12:40 PM by beomcoups friends to lovers Summary: You are playing games with Jungkook and you decide to take your friendship to another level.

* d.va by minstrivia s established relationship, PWP Summary: It’s a pretty important day for you but Jungkook doesn’t seem to think so.

Game Cheater Meets Couch by v-hope established relationship Summary: “I beat you at Mario Kart and now I’ve been banished to the couch for the night.”

Good Game Gone Bad by musicloverxoxo7 s pro gamer!Jungkook, established relationship Summary: Jungkook is gaming with friends. Horny you might get him in big trouble.

“She’s good with me, right baby?” by theiris-storyvault gamer!Jungkook, established relationship

The Hand Game by solastia s gamer!Jungkook, established relationship, PWP

O N E S H O T S

Confessing to My Crush *NOT CLICKBAIT* by scriptaed wc~3.8k / YouTuber!Jungkook, friends to lovers Summary: When your best friend Jungkook asks you to partake in his next video on YouTube, the shock of the script’s title quickly becomes the least of your worries; because unbeknownst to you, while you’re spending time crestfallen over a confession you could only wish was reality, Jungkook treats the entire video as practice for the real deal.

Distractions by 1kook s wc~3k / established relationship, idol au Summary: “Soft.” / “No shit,” you say, “you’re deep between my boobs.”

Gamer Boy by hoebii s wc~2.3k / gamer!Jungkook, established relationship, PWP

I'll Show You, If You Show Me by hazytaezy s wc~2.1k / friends to lovers Summary: Game night suddenly gets a little more interesting when Jungkook forgets to hang up from your video call.

Let the Games Begin by venusiangguk s wc~5.7k / gamer!Jungkook, established relationship, PWP Summary: Just another fic where OC rides JK in his gaming chair.

Let's Play: Dirty by jungkxook s wc~10k / gamer!Jungkook, enemies to lovers, roommates au Summary: On today’s stream, watch as the king of gaming Jeon Jungkook gets totally pwned by some newbie player on Overwatch (he swears he was stream sniped)! To make matters worse, he can’t seem to focus anymore when you’re in the room but he promises that’s not because he’s in love with you or anything. Use code ‘jungkook’ on any game purchase through steam at checkout for 25% off so that Jungkook has something to feel better about!

On Camera by agustdiv1ne s wc~3.1k / YouTuber!Jungkook, established relationship, PWP Summary: Jeon Jungkook, also known as kookiemonster97, was a youtuber and, more importantly, your boyfriend. Your sex life was great, amazing really, but what happens when he asks if he can film you two one day? He did have the equipment, after all.

Out of the Blue by jungkxook s wc~5.2k / gamer!Jungkook, YouTuber!Jungkook, established relationship Summary: Catching your boyfriend bleaching and dyeing his hair for a livestream is definitely not what you expected — but it certainly has its perks.

Player Two by minjoonalist s wc~10.6k / ft KTH, gamer!Jungkook, PWP Summary: You’ve always wanted to be as good of a gamer as your boyfriend Jungkook and you’ve tried many times to ask for his help only to be turned down…on your game. but this time you’re over his bratty attitude towards it and he still can’t get enough of yours.

Press Start by softyoongiionly s wc~5.5k / established relationship, idol au Summary: A night in with your boyfriend Jungkook includes all kinds of things: anime, witty banter, snacks from 7-Eleven and, you know, sex.

Sore Loser by sailoryooons s wc~9.5k / streamer!Jungkook, Valorant pro!reader, established relationship Summary: It’s another day of shooting Run BTS at Bangtan Streaming for Jungkook. At least, he thinks it is until his girlfriend walks into the room and the director announces that Jungkook and his teammates will be battling two professional Valorant players for the episode. The stakes are high - but the prize if he manages to beat you? Total submission in the bedroom.

Starry Night by kithtaehyung s wc~7k / gamer!Jungkook, established relationship Summary: All you wanted to do was take your boyfriend on a super late date.

Stupid Game by kookiesjoonies s wc~2k / gamer!Jungkook, established relationship, college au Summary: All you wanted to do was study in peace, but that becomes impossible due to your boyfriend’s constant screaming at the video game on the television. So you decide to teach him a lesson; if he insists on being loud, you’re going to give him a reason to be.

Ruined by whatifyoulivelikethat s wc~8.2k / gamer!reader, PWP Summary: Why is there a mostly shirtless man in your bedroom and why is it Kim Namjoon's, your roommate's, fault? All you want to do is play League of Legends, not be visually attacked by ridiculously attractive Jeon Jungkook as his six friends perform living room karaoke at the top of their very drunk lungs.

[...] You’ll Find Love with Me by reliablemitten s wc~5k / sexpert!Jungkook, YouTuber!Jungkook, established relationship Summary: Your husband Jungkook is a famous YouTuber who teaches people how to be more confident in the bedroom. You go back to the university where you met for homecoming and some sexy shenanigans ensue.

T W O S H O T S / S E R I E S

Fan Identity by tteokggukk sm enemies to lovers, social media influencer au Summary: In which you and Jungkook are both famous internet celebrities that have never interacted, but share a common secret. You both have fan accounts for each other where you actively show support and express your opinions. One day, you were both nominated for the same award, social media influencer of the year. Lowkey rooting for the other, you both express your opinions on your secret fan accounts as certain interactions begin to arise from a famous fan account dedicated to your “opponent” nominee.

Ghosted by fortunexkookie s bartender!Jungkook, patron!reader, arcade bar au Summary: There are a lot of things to love about the local arcade bar, Drinking Games, but you definitely have your favorites: sinking countless hours into a Ms. Pacman knockoff and lovingly tormenting one of the bartenders. It turns out he’s one of the bar’s owners, a friend of one of your friends, and he just might like you back.

Glitter and Disquiet ² by joheunsaram s CEO!Jungkook, YouTuber!reader, enemies to lovers, chaebol au Summary: Poised to inherit Korea’s largest gaming company in a few months, the world looks at Jeon Jungkook as a symbol of envy. Why wouldn’t they? He has everything, riches, power, and according to the rumour mill, endless women. Little do they know that his father’s company is on the verge of downfall, he barely has respect of his employees, and regardless of the rumours, he’s just a virgin saving himself for true love.

Just Another Boy by srwbrycke sm YouTuber!Jungkook, YouTuber!reader, strangers to lovers Summary: In which Jeon Jungkook, self proclaimed playboy, not so smoothly shows his “cool” side to Y/N.

This Kingdom by whatifyoulivelikethat s gamer!Jungkook, tsundere!Jungkook, gamer!reader, enemies to lovers Summary: In some cases, hate and love are the same thing. Or, in this specific case, hate and overwhelming, breathless, mind-blowing lust. And it all started because you were better at League of Legends than Jeon Jungkook.

[corvitine]

A question for you and your OC! What inspired you to create them? Did their original purpose change over time? And for your OC: Do they ever find themselves torn between societal expectations vs their internal desires? How do they deal with this?

I’m going to assume this is about Dahlia so I’ll answer for her. She’s my main Tav in BG3 who became a mind flayer at the end. I like the Tavflayer model in game but decided to make my own design for her (her first couple of designs were bad tbh).

As for purpose, do you mean her purpose as a character or the purpose she feels she has? She would probably say that her purpose is to do good in the world, and to keep the stories of other heroes alive (because she’s a college of valor bard).

At this point most people do know her as this great hero that saved Baldur’s Gate so I guess that’s what societal expectation would be for her. And she definitely tries to live up to that! She has joined the Harpers and helps with rebuilding and whatever missions the Harpers have. She would love to go back to adventuring but feels that her place is in Baldur’s Gate, at least for the time being. She’d love to travel more some day though!

Dahlia does often feel pressured to be a leader and sometimes feels like she has to live up to what others think of her. Especially during and after the events of BG3. But she just goes with it and her charisma along with her accomplishments makes people look up to her. So she tries to be the hero others think she is.

This was much longer than I intended lol! Thanks for asking!

[hitchell-mope]

(The Wedding Conversation)

Lucy: here.

Kara: what’s this?

Lucy: a cheque for 800 million dollars.

Kara: wow! Want me to give this to Alex and Kelly?

Lucy: no. I bought them a China tea set. The one in the catalogue that Kelly circled with orange felt-tip. The cheque is for you and Mon El.

Kara: yeah I think everyone got them the China tea set WHAT?!?! 800 MIL-800 million dollars? Where did you get it from?

Lucy: me. James. Alex and Kelly. Winn and Samantha. Cat and Carter. Clark and Lois. Thea Queen and her niece. Barry and Iris. Sara Lance. Actually Sara’s the reason why it’s a cheque. I didn’t know what year the money was from. For all I know she could’ve robbed a treasury during prohibition.

Kara: yeah she does that. But why?

Lucy: the boys are what? Six months old now? They’ll be walking soon. Flying soon. The loft is no place to raise your family. James and I found this great bungalow for you guys. It has three guest bedrooms. Four if the twins share until they’re older. En suite bathrooms. Walk in wardrobe in the master bedroom. Giant backyard you can cover in baby safe foam material. Plus. It’s still in National City. So you can still be Supergirl and Valor. You win. Everybody wins.

Kara: I can’t accept this.

Lucy: yes you can. Look, Kara. Fact of the matter is. We’re family.

Kara: we’re Space Balls. You’re my cousin’s sister in law. We’re virtually nothing to each other.

Lucy: and yet I still wanted to help you and your family. What does that tell you?

Kara: I’ve been an ass?

Lucy: only occasionally. Okay look. I know we don’t see eye to eye on everything. You prefer to talk things out before you start punching and I prefer to use brute force before talking.

Kara: yup.

Lucy: but we’re still family. And after what you’ve been through. You deserve this. Which brings me to my next point.

Kara: what?

Mon El: Cat just told me that your job is ready and waiting for you whenever we get back.

Kara: our honeymoon. I completely forgot.

Mon El: oh yes!

Lucy: we can move your stuff in. Alex and Winn know where you like to put everything. It’ll all be ready for you when you get back. Just send holograms of the chubby cheeks and vomitron.

Mon El: is Tony vomitron?

Lucy: does my hair still smell like milk and crackers?

Kara: yes.

Lucy: then yes. Tony’s vomitron.

Kara: thank you Lucy. Sincerely.

Lucy: it’s what I’m here for.

Mon El: how did you think this up though?

Lucy: well I have new memories of Clark and Lois dealing with their boys emerging powers. So I thought you’d need a house more equipped for new parents.

Kara: how’re we gonna spin it?

Mon El: hm?

Kara: the city depends on us. We can’t just leave them for a year.

Lucy: well I say fuck em. You’ve given six years of your life to this city. You’ve been tortured, hunted and almost killed multiple times. It will survive without you guys for twelve months. And between all of us at the DEO. The city’s in more than good hands.

Kara: it still doesn’t seem right to me. Kara Danvers can’t just disappear. Maybe we should release a state-

Lucy: please don’t. You don’t need more Lena’s blaming you for everything. Forget about Kara Danvers. Forget about Mike Danvers. Forget about Supergirl and Valor. Kara Zor El and Mon El need their say. Your real lives have had to be a secret for a long, long time. You more than deserve the chance to be yourselves.

(Kara still doesn’t seem convinced)

Mon El: hey. Honey. Look at me. What was our plan for when we got married?

Kara: go to Argo on our honeymoon and have a second wedding there.

Mon El: and what did Sarah Jane tell the Doctor at the end of Journey’s End?

Kara: “you have the biggest family on earth”.

Mon El: and your family encompasses planets and dimensions and, let’s face it, occasionally time periods. And your birth parents deserves to know their grandsons. Plus. I wanna get to know my in laws that aren’t Eliza, Alex and Kelly. But you can’t keep ignoring a whole entire half of yourself because you’re afraid of what others might think of you. That’s no way to live.

Kara: let’s do it.

Mon El: what? Really?

Kara: yes. Let’s go to Argo for a year. I mean not right away. We’re babysitting Esme for two weeks while Alex and Kelly are on their honeymoon. And we’ll have to release a statement as our Alter Egos saying we won’t be around for a while. But we’re going to Argo.

Mon El: YES!

(He picks up Kara and spins her around)

Esme: Uncle Mon. Aunt Nia’s asking for you.

Mon El: ooh it’s bouquet time.

Kara: what?

Mon El: I promised Nia I’d stop Andrea getting the bouquet.

Kara: oh she’s gonna hate you for that.

Mon El: I’m planning on it. C’mon!

Kara: WHAHOO!

(End of The Wedding Conversation)

[ota-division]

Taria's Thoughts on Niigata Division

Seiji Tsukimoto

"Great. Just great! Bad enough we had one cop joining this stupid tournmaent, but now we have the fuckin' Chief of Police in the mix too?! What the hell?! Are cops that fuckin' lazy that they can just join a rap battle?! Ugh!

Anyway, can't say I'm thrilled to see him strutting around in the rap battle scene. It’s one thing to deal with the police on the streets, but having them in the DRB? That’s a whole new level of meddling! And to make matters worse, my sister, Kira, is working with him, which I can't be too surprised about. She always did have a knack for keeping strange company.

I just hope she doesn't get caught up in whatever he's planning. The police have never been friends of mine, and I doubt this Seiji-guy is any different. But hey, if he steps out of line, he'll find out that not all battles can be won with a badge and a gun."

Lyall Shiba

"Lyall Shiba, the detective with a past that's more tabloid than textbook. Yeah, I've heard about him—hard not to when he's dating Kaoru, who's been my inside girl more times than I can count. Attractive? Sure, in that 'I've walked off a magazine cover and solved crimes by lunchtime' kind of way. But don't let the looks fool you; there's more to this guy than meets the eye.

We've crossed paths a few times, thanks to Kaoru. And while I'm not about to cozy up to a cop, Lyall's not your typical badge. He's got a streak of rebellion in him, and I can respect that. He's been through the wringer and come out the other side with his own brand of justice. Would I take a shot at him if he wasn't with the cops? Maybe, but not the kind you're thinking.

As for working with the police, well, I can't say I'm fuckin' thrilled, but I get it. We all have our battles to fight, and sometimes you gotta pick the side that lets you sleep at night. ...But for his sake, he better not do anything to hurt Kaoru. If he does, not even his cop buddies are gonna protect him when I get a hold of him."

Ayumu Hayami

"And last but not least, the paramedic. He’s not a cop, so he doesn't get the automatic side-eye from me, but that doesn’t mean he gets a free pass either. He's tight with the Chief, which means he's closer to the law than I'd like.

What's more, I've heard from Aranai over in Ueno that he has a thing for that nun whose on her team. ...Huh, a paramedic having a crush on a nun? What kinda nonsense is that? I'd thought religious figures would hate these guys cause its a science vs. religion thing or something. But anyway, if he likes that nun, well, that's his business. I’ve got no love for religion, but I’m not about to judge someone for who they fall for. As long as he’s not preaching at me or trying to convert me, we’re good.

Besides that, I've heard stories, you know? About how he saves lives, how he’s there when people are at their worst, offering a helping hand. That’s something even I can’t knock. Sure, he’s part of Valor Guard, and that puts him in the same boat as the rest of them. But saving lives is his game, and that’s noble, no matter how you slice it. Do I trust him? Not entirely—guilt by association and all that. But I respect what he does. As long as he keeps his nose clean and doesn’t start playing cop, we won’t have a problem."

Valor Guard

"Valor Guard, the second cop squad of the DRB. I reiterate what I said earlier: are cops that lazy that they can just join a rap tournament on a whim? Ugh!

Anyway, can't say I'm thrilled about having the Chief of Police and his detective buddy playing rappers. It's like watching a hawk join a flock of pigeons—just doesn't sit right with me. And Kira, my own sister, thinking about teaming up with them? That's a whole other level of complicated. I get it, she's got her reasons, but it’s not exactly a comforting thought.

Am I going to make trouble for them? Let's just say I’m not planning a welcome party. I've got my own way of doing things, and if they cross me, they'll wish they hadn't. But I'm not out to start a war. I'll give them a fair warning: stay out of my way, and I'll stay out of theirs. We’re all in this D.R.B. for our own reasons, and as long as they don't step on my toes, I'll keep my claws sheathed. ...For now."

[kagedbird]

TESSDE AU (+ Lucia :]) (Inigo part 6!!!!)

Allora: *sighs tiredly as she hurries into Jorrvaskr and down the steps to Kodlak's chambers* I'm back-

Lucia: *giggling and curled up with Kodlak on the bed* Oh! Hi mama!

Inigo: *sitting nearby on the floor trying to finish a drawing, bleping in surprise at her entrance* Oh, welcome back! That was a while.

Allora: Sorry, saw fit to drop her off back home and berate her husband as well. You okay Lucia? *walks over and brushes her hair softly*

Lucia: *preens and leans into her mother's touch* Mhm! Mr. Kodlak tells really cool stories! Did you and Mr. Farkas really beat up a lot of draugr?

Allora: *chuckles, giving Kodlak an amused glance* Telling tales of my initiation, Harbinger?

Kodlak: *chuckles and lightly coughs* Your glories should not be kept hidden from her, after all.

Allora: *rolls her eyes affectionately, sitting next to him and gently guiding her magick into his lungs to ease his breathing* I have four people who do it enough, thank you...

Inigo: Hehehe.

Kodlak: *breathing far easier now, relaxing into the bed* A moment dares not go by without words of your valor being spoken. You've done everyone a lot of good, Dragonborn. Never forget that.

Allora: *smiles sadly, hating that it feels like the last parting wisdom she'll hear from him* It means a lot to hear that from you, Kodlak. How are you feeling?

Kodlak: *pats her hands softly* As well as I can be with your help.

Lucia: *chews her lip, glancing at Kodlak in worry* Are you sick, Mr. Kodlak?

Kodlak: I'm afraid so, child. It comes with old age I'm afraid. But fear not, your mother is taking excellent care of me.

Lucia: *looks to Allora with a smile* Mama's so cool!

Allora: *takes a deep breath and tries to push past her want to cry, smiling back at Lucia* Very sweet of you.

Inigo: *can smell her unshed tears, pockets the drawing and stands, hugging her from behind* We should get going so you can concentrate. Thank you for your hospitality, Kodlak!

Kodlak: *waves a hand tiredly* Think not of it. It was lovely to see you again, and meet Lucia.

Lucia: *carefully hugs Kodlak* I'll come back with some flowers! Okay?

Kodlak: *chuckles, leaning into her hug* Very kind of you, thank you, child. Go on with your father now.

Lucia: *smiles and waves to Allora, knowing better than to break her concentration* Bye mama!

Allora: *smiles* Bye baby. See you later.

Inigo and Lucia leave the halls, Allora focusing on breathing to keep calm and concentrate, startling when Kodlak takes hold of her hand.

Allora: Kodlak-?

Kodlak: I am proud of you, Allora. You have a lovely family. They care for you a great deal- I can tell.

Allora: Um, thank you...?

Kodlak: *chuckles, leaning into his pillows and squeezes her hand shakily* I am grateful for all you have done for us, and all you will continue to do. Do not be saddened. I will be at peace eventually.

Allora: *grips back onto his hand, biting her lip and trying to keep from crying and failing* I... I'm glad to have met you. I wish we had had more time.

Kodlak: *hums* The eternal wish all souls on Mundas ever want. More time. But you and I both know that there is beauty in the end as well.

Allora: Not if you can't go where you want! You deserve to go to Sovngarde...

Kodlak: Perhaps one day I shall. Be there to guide my soul, will you?

Allora: Kodlak?...

[hrts4hanniehae]

clutch || seven

there are written parts :)

note that the timeline or educations may not add up but just ignore it because i don't have the brain power to sync up THIRTEEN + 1 's education schedules

sorry for the late chpt. I was really sick so i tried my best on this chpt.

warnings: swearing, mentions of cheating & sex & liquid products of sex, death, mental health, horrible sister, entitled sister

she was careless. 1 day of happiness was enough for her to forget the problem at hand. work had been enjoyable and there were discussions of displaying her art. she had time between her shifts to work on he last of her commissions. of course it would be ruined by her stalker.

the moment he had read her tweet, he was out the door and going to find her.

he saw e/n lurking around. bastard.

when he did, she was cowering in the dressing room. wordlessly, he wrapped his jacket around her before handing her his cap and a mask.

"wear this." - wonwoo

"thanks, wonwoo... i owe you one." - yn

they made it out with no issues. e/n was gone but who knew when he'd be back?

no matter how much she tried to enjoy her dinner with wonwoo, she couldn't help but feel eyes on her. but wherever she looked, there was no one.

wonwoo watched as yn's typing got even more agitated.

what the hell is going on... is she playing speed tetris or something...

when she finally slammed her phone face down onto the table, he finally asked her what happened.

"family argument. Now I have to bring a very attractive guy to my family reunion next sunday. and I also have to close my art deal by next wednesday and have an auction by thursday. great." - yn

"but why?" - wonwoo

"my parents found out about e/n and blamed me. my younger sister played a victim angel again so i snapped and called her out for being a brat. so now i have to one-up her in fame and a partner." - yn

"any ideas of who you're going to ask?" - wonwoo, crossing his fingers. wait why am i crossing his fingers?

"if any of your friends can help me, that would be great. i'll probably ask mingyu or dino since they're single and famous." - yn

"i'm single and famous" - wonwoo, whispers under his breath

"sorry what did you say?" - yn, leaning in to hear him from across the table

"i said, i'm single and famous. i'll go with you." - wonwoo

a pause. subtle panic. a smile.

"really? oh my days, wonwoo. you're my saviour. i LOVE you. you have the fame AND the face card. chaeyoung is going to quake and crumble!" - yn

ﮩ٨ـﮩﮩ٨ـ💓ﮩ٨ـﮩﮩ٨ـ badum.

well. he doesn't know she's with me now. be it make-believe.

ฅ^•ﻌ•^ฅ

synopsis: wonwoo is a popular streamer known for his incredible gaming skills and good looks. He turned heads. but he hates the attention. he just wants to play games and earn money. one day he receives a letter. his apartment’s rent has almost doubled. no warnings at all. his current paycheck from streaming can’t shoulder those bills. he has no choice but to rent out his spare room. to who? a fresh art university graduate who has… 1. a stable job ✅ 2. talent for art and sculpting ✅ 3. many friends ❌ 4. social anxiety ✅ 5. no filter ✅ when his iconic cat logo gets copystriked, she comes to the rescue with a new logo for him. when his apartment’s walls start peeling, she fixes it. whatever he used to struggle with… the empty space... was now filled by her. so what does he *last player standing* do when her ex *enemy spotted* tries to take her back? heh. *clutch* he clutches.

inspired by wonwoo's gam3bo1 streams, falling into your smile & gogo squid (has hints of valorant)

pairing: streamer!jeon wonwoo x fem!artist!reader (ft. jeongcheol, soonhoon, junhao, seoksoo, verkwan)

genre: fluff, comfort, slowburn, comfort, pining, bestfriend!minghao

warnings: stalker ex, toxic ex, mentions of abuse, guns (game), cursing, hate comments, panic attacks

started: 28.12.23

ended: ?

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[over-the-time-flow]

Chapter 4 - The Worst Conclusion

Hmm. Interesting chapter title.

I'm sure there's nothing to worry about.

We approach Axis, as the head honcho himself comes out to defend it. Just as Hathaway said last chapter, things quickly devolve to everyone yelling over each other.

Amuro's telling Char he can't die until Char's dead too, Chan's stressing over Amuro saying ominous shit like that, Quess is yelling about how she won't let anyone near Char, Gyunei's telling Quess to dial it back, Hathaway's trying to figure out if that was Quess in the humongous Mobile Armor... It's enough undistilled Tomino to make you cry tears of joy.

With everyone (except Raul and Kayra, because they're chill like that) having said their piece, it's gameplay time, baby! And with our enemies so far away and our units so close together, you already know what's coming.

All aboard the Ra Cailum train! Two casts of Accel later and we're right on their doorstep.

We try to kick things off by poking at Rezin with the Ra Cailum's anti-air batteries, but a trigger of Shield Defense means that we don't even breach 500 damage.

Kayra, Hathaway and Chan all take their turns at weakening grunts. Of note is Hathaway managing to trigger Shoot Down... when i had animations off >:(

But the real main course here is Raul's newfound range. Look at that beautiful radius. Might as well celebrate by feeding him that one grunt Kayra softened up!

...Or not.

It's hardly a great feat for Amuro, but he has an easier time poking at Rezin than Bright did. Onwards to the signature uneventful enemy phase!

As usual, not much other than more HP shaving off of some of these grunts. Amuro does shoot down the Geara Doga that Kayra and Raul left in the red. Biggest thing of note is i inadvertently left Kayra within range of Gyunei and Quess' beam cannons.

...not that that's much of an issue.

Rezin decides to poke back at Bright, dealing some respectable damage, and Cuts Down his missile salvo on the counter. She's not going down without a fight, it seems! With that, it's back to our turn, and i immediately spot a golden opportunity.

With no Valor or Strike, this won't make us rich like some later MAP Attacks will... but I still can't just let this pass me by. "To not eat the meal set before him is a man's shame", or something like that.

Rezin's Shield triggering and the Jagd Doga dodging are a bit of a damper, but we got some solid HP shaving off on the northern most Geara, and shot down one. I'm happy with this.

Then, i have Hathaway take down this Doga so i can move Chan down next to Amuro, thus leaving no units of ours within Gyunei and Quess' attack range, forcing them to move closer, and letting us keep our vantage point.